Fic: Like the Living Dead
Title: Like the Living Dead
Rating: R to NC-17 (none of this mucking about with lesser ratings to start)
Author: V-Gin (Though I was thinking of taking on a ghost-writer, but they are dang picky)
Pairing: Bam/other, Ville/other, Vam sometime later.
Notes: For Starshine who, on The Secret Lives of Ville Valo website, was throwing Plot Bunnies out and asked for “-Hooker!Vam. That's right....Vam with a hooker. One half of Vam being hookers. Maybe both of them, I don't know, but hooker!Vam” It was apparently a very evil Bunny who followed me home, beat up all my other bunnies, and threatened me with grievous bodily harm if I didn’t start typing this...I am not really sure how badly it could have hurt me, but it did have to beat down not only the sequel to ‘I Dream’ (which is called ‘A Drop of Your Blood’, just in case you were wondering) but it also knocked out the two smutty in between fics I was working on, which are both set between the last chapter of ‘I Dream’ and the Epilogue. Regardless I felt it best to just do what the scary bunny said and so here we have the first part.
Prologue
It wasn’t like he actually enjoyed this. He hadn’t woken up one day and said ‘yeah this is exactly what I want to do for a living.’ Not many people grew up with the dream to be a whore.
He watched, with slightly wide eyes, as a man entered his room, knowing that even with the kohl outlining them, it still made him seem younger, more innocent. The fact that he had perfected this look in the mirror was just slightly saddening.
It was one of his regulars, an older man, actually he was likely around sixty, who had always commented on the similarities between the young man he was paying for sex, and his long lost son. Which was really disturbing when he would always then take out his half hard cock and wave it in what was probably supposed to be an enticing manner.
As a prostitute he was never enticed, but despite that, he always went to his knees and the cock always slipped in between his lips, which were curved in a coy little smile, till they finally wrapped around the slowly hardening member. He would suckle at the end, playing with the heavy head until it was fully hard then swallowing it down, while papery feeling hands gripped his head. Holding it still for a series of shallow thrusts, then the old man would still, crying out a name, what he always heard was ‘Jesse’, but that could have just been his own mind playing tricks. He was fairly sure whatever it was that was being said, it was the old man’s son’s name.
He had learned to school his face so that the face he would have made at the first taste of the watery come was hidden beneath that vague innocent look. He had learned quickly that he had a better quality of repeat customers if he actually looked like he enjoyed what was happening. Unless it was clearly asked for that something else was wanted. In which case he could provide that as well.
The old man pulled out before he was completely done, which was new, and a gob of the white liquid landed on an upturned face, just shy of his left eye. An amused chuckle bubbled out of the man’s mouth, his hand coming down and smearing through the sperm, leaving a slimy trail down the whore’s cheek and over his lips, before the man tucked himself back in his pants and left the room.
As soon as the door closed he was up off the floor, and in the bathroom, slathering toothpaste on his well-used toothbrush, and scrubbing vigorously, causing his gums to ache. He hated the taste of come. He spit, then rinsed his mouth, and took a swig of mouthwash, letting some of it slide down his throat, burning slightly on it’s way down, but it was better then that taste.
He picked up a washcloth when he was done with his teeth and lathered it up with soap, scrubbing at his face for a moment, removing the drying sperm from his skin. One of the other workers of the house knocked on his door, before popping in to let him know that he had another customer who would be up shortly. He sighed tiredly, hiding his face in the damp cloth he held. It was to be expected, his last patron hadn’t even lasted for five minutes.
Dropping the cloth in the sink he dried his face, then picked up his eyeliner pencil and began to touch up his makeup. Leaning back slightly he judged how he looked, and then tousled his hair with a critical eye. He may have been one of the older guys here, but at the positively ancient age of twenty-three he didn’t think he was doing too badly.
He smiled at himself shyly in the mirror, batting crystalline blue eyes at his reflection, and then heaving a deep sigh, he walked out to get ready for his next job.
tbc...
Not sure if I should continue this, have the nagging feeling it may be complete and utter bunk, should I hide from the evil bunny? Or hope that the others in a fit of retaliation will jump it? Vote now!
Rating: R to NC-17 (none of this mucking about with lesser ratings to start)
Author: V-Gin (Though I was thinking of taking on a ghost-writer, but they are dang picky)
Pairing: Bam/other, Ville/other, Vam sometime later.
Notes: For Starshine who, on The Secret Lives of Ville Valo website, was throwing Plot Bunnies out and asked for “-Hooker!Vam. That's right....Vam with a hooker. One half of Vam being hookers. Maybe both of them, I don't know, but hooker!Vam” It was apparently a very evil Bunny who followed me home, beat up all my other bunnies, and threatened me with grievous bodily harm if I didn’t start typing this...I am not really sure how badly it could have hurt me, but it did have to beat down not only the sequel to ‘I Dream’ (which is called ‘A Drop of Your Blood’, just in case you were wondering) but it also knocked out the two smutty in between fics I was working on, which are both set between the last chapter of ‘I Dream’ and the Epilogue. Regardless I felt it best to just do what the scary bunny said and so here we have the first part.
Prologue
It wasn’t like he actually enjoyed this. He hadn’t woken up one day and said ‘yeah this is exactly what I want to do for a living.’ Not many people grew up with the dream to be a whore.
He watched, with slightly wide eyes, as a man entered his room, knowing that even with the kohl outlining them, it still made him seem younger, more innocent. The fact that he had perfected this look in the mirror was just slightly saddening.
It was one of his regulars, an older man, actually he was likely around sixty, who had always commented on the similarities between the young man he was paying for sex, and his long lost son. Which was really disturbing when he would always then take out his half hard cock and wave it in what was probably supposed to be an enticing manner.
As a prostitute he was never enticed, but despite that, he always went to his knees and the cock always slipped in between his lips, which were curved in a coy little smile, till they finally wrapped around the slowly hardening member. He would suckle at the end, playing with the heavy head until it was fully hard then swallowing it down, while papery feeling hands gripped his head. Holding it still for a series of shallow thrusts, then the old man would still, crying out a name, what he always heard was ‘Jesse’, but that could have just been his own mind playing tricks. He was fairly sure whatever it was that was being said, it was the old man’s son’s name.
He had learned to school his face so that the face he would have made at the first taste of the watery come was hidden beneath that vague innocent look. He had learned quickly that he had a better quality of repeat customers if he actually looked like he enjoyed what was happening. Unless it was clearly asked for that something else was wanted. In which case he could provide that as well.
The old man pulled out before he was completely done, which was new, and a gob of the white liquid landed on an upturned face, just shy of his left eye. An amused chuckle bubbled out of the man’s mouth, his hand coming down and smearing through the sperm, leaving a slimy trail down the whore’s cheek and over his lips, before the man tucked himself back in his pants and left the room.
As soon as the door closed he was up off the floor, and in the bathroom, slathering toothpaste on his well-used toothbrush, and scrubbing vigorously, causing his gums to ache. He hated the taste of come. He spit, then rinsed his mouth, and took a swig of mouthwash, letting some of it slide down his throat, burning slightly on it’s way down, but it was better then that taste.
He picked up a washcloth when he was done with his teeth and lathered it up with soap, scrubbing at his face for a moment, removing the drying sperm from his skin. One of the other workers of the house knocked on his door, before popping in to let him know that he had another customer who would be up shortly. He sighed tiredly, hiding his face in the damp cloth he held. It was to be expected, his last patron hadn’t even lasted for five minutes.
Dropping the cloth in the sink he dried his face, then picked up his eyeliner pencil and began to touch up his makeup. Leaning back slightly he judged how he looked, and then tousled his hair with a critical eye. He may have been one of the older guys here, but at the positively ancient age of twenty-three he didn’t think he was doing too badly.
He smiled at himself shyly in the mirror, batting crystalline blue eyes at his reflection, and then heaving a deep sigh, he walked out to get ready for his next job.
tbc...
Not sure if I should continue this, have the nagging feeling it may be complete and utter bunk, should I hide from the evil bunny? Or hope that the others in a fit of retaliation will jump it? Vote now!