Fic: I'll Be What I Am...
Right, explanations, See This was originally going to be my entry for the Vamlibs challenge, but a few paragraphs into it and I wasn't sure I could write it. So I did the other one, but now, now it has spoken, and I figured that I might be able to write it faster then anything else I have in progress, cause I had everything worked out for this, just not typed. And this is for a certian sick someone who wanted something to read. So the stats...
Title: I'll Be What I Am...
Rating: R
Author: V-Gin, some days I question existance, others I just taunt it...
Paring: Vam!
Disclaimer: I would love to get to know them on any level, but alas, I fear that is not to be. So I will just play with them in my mind and the results I'll let y'all see.
I (raine_insane) made up a little quote of dialogue for Ville's character. It has some fill in the blanks. Your job is to put in your own words, and then write a OneShot story based around the quote.
The Quote:
"No Bam! Seriously, no fucking way are we wearing ___1___ to ____2_____ and then _______3_______ on _______4_______. No, I refuse." Ville sighed, "Yes, I know you promised you'd bring home pictures for Novak".
The Words:
1. couples costumes
2. your mother’s
3. singing
4. her lawn
The One Shot:
I’ll Be What I Am…
Ville Valo tottered unsteadily in the high-heeled platform boots. Damn Bam for remembering what his shoe size was anyway. He held on to the nearest doorframe for support, looking warily down the stairway. He should have insisted on waiting to put on the boots.
Of course it didn’t help that he had drunk the equivalent of a brewery so far, with Bam’s help. Though come to think of it the skater had really been nursing his beer, he probably only had a third of what he usually drinks. Ville pondered this for a moment, still contemplating the stairs at the same time, and wondering if it would be possible to navigate them without killing himself or breaking an ankle.
Ville could even still remember the conversation he was having with Bam on his cell phone as he disembarked from his flight to the states, though it was a bit hazy from the alcohol. He had come on Bam’s insistence, so that they could go to the Part that Ape was throwing on Halloween. Bam may have mentioned something about not actually being invited, but that was almost assuredly an oversight.
Ville had balked at the idea of the costumes Bam had suggested.
"No Bam! Seriously, no fucking way, are we wearing couples costumes to your mother’s and then singing on her lawn. No, I refuse." Ville sighed, "Yes, I know you promised you'd bring home pictures for Novak".
And he had waffled and he had caved, and he still wasn’t sure why he was doing this. Granted the whole plied with alcohol till he found himself wobbling unsteadily with platform shoes on his feet was a good indicator of his malleability. The fact that it was pared with a short, short dress circa late 1960’s America, and a long dark wig didn’t help his drunken irritation. Besides his manly bits had been squished into a tight pair of undergarments, and he had a bra on that had been stuffed so it looked like he maybe had an A cups worth of cleavage.
“You know Bam-Bam,” Ville said watching his friend come out of his room, wearing a shirt of matching gaudiness with stripped orange and tan bellbottom pants. “”If I were a girl, I would have a bigger bust then this…” Ville’s hands groped his fake boobs, and he found himself leaning against the wall facing his friend, who had a vaguely paranoid look on his face. “I mean, my mom, I used to do her laundry when I was still at home, and she had something like a C or D cup, and I don’t think any of my aunts on my dad’s side were under a double D cup, they did complain about it often enough, and about how much their back hurt because of it. These are so small….”
“Ville, this is not a reflection of you as an individual, this is you dressed up to look like a specific person, which is also the reason I shaved my face, and have all this crap in my hair making it look like I just ironed it straight.”
Ville shifted slightly against the wall, sliding down it a little, he was really quite amazed that he was upright, he didn’t really want to be, but he had promised Bam that he would go with him and sing that damn song. He winced as the movement pulled up his dress, exposing his underwear, which was beginning to rub him in an uncomfortably wrong way. And wasn’t it just a lark that he was getting turned on by it.
He groaned slightly and rubbed a hand over the practically gleaming white restrictive garment, trying to push the fabric to loosen its tight grip on his favorite part of his anatomy. Bam stood on the other side of the hallway, watching his eyes wide and his dark blue gaze riveted on Ville’s hand.
What happened next was part frustration on Ville’s part and a good influence of the alcohol, but Ville would be the first to say he was quite aware of what he was doing. “Bam-Bam,” he said, his voice breathy and low, his hand still moving over the satiny feeling panties. “If I were a girl would you fuck me?”
Bam’s eyes shot to his friends face in a look of panic, but then he seemed to get a hold of himself and smiled as he answered his friend. “Yeah Ville, if you were a girl I would definitely fuck you.”
Ville slipped down the wall a little bit more, sending the skirt riding up higher, and showed the pale expanse of his skin from where the panties stopped to just below his navel. His other hand came up and he began tracing over his tattoo that had been uncovered, his one hand still rubbing at the lycra covering his crotch. His head fell to the side so it was resting on his shoulder, and strands of hair from the long wig flowed about his face. He bat his eyes in a parody of coquettishness, the large fake lashes felt weird against his skin. He lightly bit his lower lip before saying almost shyly, “I look like a girl right now, don’t I Bam?” He looked down at the floor and swallowed, gathering his courage.
He was just tired of Dancing around this man, flirting with him outrageously in the hopes that he would get the hint. Tired of Bam flirting back, but only in a teasing best friend sort of way. “Will you fuck me Bam?”
Bam just stared at him for a bit, and Ville found himself pushing away from the wall and entering Bam’s personal space, his head ducking down to kiss and lick at Bam’s shocked mouth. Ville looped his arms around Bam’s upper body, pulling him closer and brushing his open mouth over Bam’s, his tongue slipped out and felt Bam’s lips part slightly. Taking it as a sign he fastened their mouths together, his tongue slipping inside Bam, exploring and stroking the hesitant one that came to meet him.
Bam participated in the kiss for a bit then Ville felt him slid his hands over his own chest, and gently push away. Ville let go of Bam, and allowed the small careful shove to carry him back to the wall, his head hanging down positive that he had just ruined any chance of being with his best friend that he had.
Bam came close to him, and touched his arm. “I’m sorry Willa, I am not going to fuck you like this… Not when you are so drunk you can barely stand.” Ville grunted and shoved Bam’s hand off him. He was embarrassed, had just lost his best friend and really wanted to just curl up in his apartment in Helsinki with the contents of his favorite bar to work through and about four cartons of cigarettes. So he could properly morn the loss he was going to be suffering.
“No Willa, listen to me… I don’t want to fuck you because I don’t want you to decide that tomorrow when you have sobered up it was the alcohol talking. I want you so badly right now, but I am not going to find out what it is like to have you as a lover only to have to go back to being your friend. I don’t think I could do it.”
Ville raised his head slightly and peered at Bam through the hair about his face. “You want me?”
“Yeah I want you. But I want you sober first.”
Ville smiled and pulled Bam closer, nestling there bodies together and kissing him with everything he had. A door slamming from downstairs broke them apart, Bam’s face was flushed from the feeling of Ville rubbing against him, and he smiled happily at the dazed look Ville had on his face.
“Fuck Bam, what the Hell? Are we leaving or what?” Came Rake’s voice from somewhere near the front door.
Bam went to the edge of the stairs and yelled down them. “What, do you need me to hold your hand and guide you there? Fuck, I’m having some problems with getting Ville into his costume, go ahead and we will be right behind you.” Bam smiled, apparently the sound of Rake’s melodious voice was enough to kill his burgeoning erection, he looked over at Ville and gasped, the singer was still leaning against the wall his skirt around his waist and his hand rubbing at the underwear he wore. Ville’s drunken mind had been trying to get his prick to go down, but not even thinking of Don Vito in a Speedo was working.
“Bammie…” he practically mewled. “I wanna come, but this thing is too constricting.”
The skateboarder walked over to him and started kissing him, careful to keep their bodies from rubbing together, his hand running the length of Ville’s body to the tight panties. What Ville surmised was years of experience gave Bam an edge, and he had the garment peeled away from Ville’s cock in mere moments.
Bam fell to his knees and wrapped his lips around the head of Ville’s cock, and just sucked, that was all it took for Ville, to loose it and come into his friends mouth. He continued sucking for a good minute after Ville had come, making sure to pull all that he could from the softening prick, then licking it thoroughly to make sure it was clean before putting him back into his tight little panties, and pulling down his dress.
“Now remember, tomorrow, when you are either hung over or once the hang over dies down, we have to have a chat, if you forget or never come to talk to me I will know that it was only the alcohol talking and we can go on like nothing happened. God I hope you remember this though.” Bam said as he pulled Ville away from the wall. “Now do you need me to carry you down the stairs? Or do you think you can maneuver them on your own?”
Ville pulled back from Bam a little, the orgasm had cleared his head a bit, and he found the shoes weren’t so bad after all. “Nah I think I can manage it, besides how would that look, you carrying me?”
Bam grinned broadly, “Your right you should give me a piggy back ride.” Then both laughed easily, happy in the knowledge that things would undoubtedly just be getting better from here. “Come on Willa lets go! We’re going to be the best Sonny and Cher at the party.”
“Bam-Bam, there is a very good chance that we will be the only Sonny and Cher at the party. Knowing your mom I would say there is a good chance that we will be the only ones in costume at the party.”
Bam smiled one of his mischievous smiles, and started off down the stairs, singing the song they would be performing together to cap the night off, and he was only slightly off key. “Well I don't know if all that's true, 'Cause you got me, and baby I got you.”
The End
Title: I'll Be What I Am...
Rating: R
Author: V-Gin, some days I question existance, others I just taunt it...
Paring: Vam!
Disclaimer: I would love to get to know them on any level, but alas, I fear that is not to be. So I will just play with them in my mind and the results I'll let y'all see.
I (raine_insane) made up a little quote of dialogue for Ville's character. It has some fill in the blanks. Your job is to put in your own words, and then write a OneShot story based around the quote.
The Quote:
"No Bam! Seriously, no fucking way are we wearing ___1___ to ____2_____ and then _______3_______ on _______4_______. No, I refuse." Ville sighed, "Yes, I know you promised you'd bring home pictures for Novak".
The Words:
1. couples costumes
2. your mother’s
3. singing
4. her lawn
The One Shot:
I’ll Be What I Am…
Ville Valo tottered unsteadily in the high-heeled platform boots. Damn Bam for remembering what his shoe size was anyway. He held on to the nearest doorframe for support, looking warily down the stairway. He should have insisted on waiting to put on the boots.
Of course it didn’t help that he had drunk the equivalent of a brewery so far, with Bam’s help. Though come to think of it the skater had really been nursing his beer, he probably only had a third of what he usually drinks. Ville pondered this for a moment, still contemplating the stairs at the same time, and wondering if it would be possible to navigate them without killing himself or breaking an ankle.
Ville could even still remember the conversation he was having with Bam on his cell phone as he disembarked from his flight to the states, though it was a bit hazy from the alcohol. He had come on Bam’s insistence, so that they could go to the Part that Ape was throwing on Halloween. Bam may have mentioned something about not actually being invited, but that was almost assuredly an oversight.
Ville had balked at the idea of the costumes Bam had suggested.
"No Bam! Seriously, no fucking way, are we wearing couples costumes to your mother’s and then singing on her lawn. No, I refuse." Ville sighed, "Yes, I know you promised you'd bring home pictures for Novak".
And he had waffled and he had caved, and he still wasn’t sure why he was doing this. Granted the whole plied with alcohol till he found himself wobbling unsteadily with platform shoes on his feet was a good indicator of his malleability. The fact that it was pared with a short, short dress circa late 1960’s America, and a long dark wig didn’t help his drunken irritation. Besides his manly bits had been squished into a tight pair of undergarments, and he had a bra on that had been stuffed so it looked like he maybe had an A cups worth of cleavage.
“You know Bam-Bam,” Ville said watching his friend come out of his room, wearing a shirt of matching gaudiness with stripped orange and tan bellbottom pants. “”If I were a girl, I would have a bigger bust then this…” Ville’s hands groped his fake boobs, and he found himself leaning against the wall facing his friend, who had a vaguely paranoid look on his face. “I mean, my mom, I used to do her laundry when I was still at home, and she had something like a C or D cup, and I don’t think any of my aunts on my dad’s side were under a double D cup, they did complain about it often enough, and about how much their back hurt because of it. These are so small….”
“Ville, this is not a reflection of you as an individual, this is you dressed up to look like a specific person, which is also the reason I shaved my face, and have all this crap in my hair making it look like I just ironed it straight.”
Ville shifted slightly against the wall, sliding down it a little, he was really quite amazed that he was upright, he didn’t really want to be, but he had promised Bam that he would go with him and sing that damn song. He winced as the movement pulled up his dress, exposing his underwear, which was beginning to rub him in an uncomfortably wrong way. And wasn’t it just a lark that he was getting turned on by it.
He groaned slightly and rubbed a hand over the practically gleaming white restrictive garment, trying to push the fabric to loosen its tight grip on his favorite part of his anatomy. Bam stood on the other side of the hallway, watching his eyes wide and his dark blue gaze riveted on Ville’s hand.
What happened next was part frustration on Ville’s part and a good influence of the alcohol, but Ville would be the first to say he was quite aware of what he was doing. “Bam-Bam,” he said, his voice breathy and low, his hand still moving over the satiny feeling panties. “If I were a girl would you fuck me?”
Bam’s eyes shot to his friends face in a look of panic, but then he seemed to get a hold of himself and smiled as he answered his friend. “Yeah Ville, if you were a girl I would definitely fuck you.”
Ville slipped down the wall a little bit more, sending the skirt riding up higher, and showed the pale expanse of his skin from where the panties stopped to just below his navel. His other hand came up and he began tracing over his tattoo that had been uncovered, his one hand still rubbing at the lycra covering his crotch. His head fell to the side so it was resting on his shoulder, and strands of hair from the long wig flowed about his face. He bat his eyes in a parody of coquettishness, the large fake lashes felt weird against his skin. He lightly bit his lower lip before saying almost shyly, “I look like a girl right now, don’t I Bam?” He looked down at the floor and swallowed, gathering his courage.
He was just tired of Dancing around this man, flirting with him outrageously in the hopes that he would get the hint. Tired of Bam flirting back, but only in a teasing best friend sort of way. “Will you fuck me Bam?”
Bam just stared at him for a bit, and Ville found himself pushing away from the wall and entering Bam’s personal space, his head ducking down to kiss and lick at Bam’s shocked mouth. Ville looped his arms around Bam’s upper body, pulling him closer and brushing his open mouth over Bam’s, his tongue slipped out and felt Bam’s lips part slightly. Taking it as a sign he fastened their mouths together, his tongue slipping inside Bam, exploring and stroking the hesitant one that came to meet him.
Bam participated in the kiss for a bit then Ville felt him slid his hands over his own chest, and gently push away. Ville let go of Bam, and allowed the small careful shove to carry him back to the wall, his head hanging down positive that he had just ruined any chance of being with his best friend that he had.
Bam came close to him, and touched his arm. “I’m sorry Willa, I am not going to fuck you like this… Not when you are so drunk you can barely stand.” Ville grunted and shoved Bam’s hand off him. He was embarrassed, had just lost his best friend and really wanted to just curl up in his apartment in Helsinki with the contents of his favorite bar to work through and about four cartons of cigarettes. So he could properly morn the loss he was going to be suffering.
“No Willa, listen to me… I don’t want to fuck you because I don’t want you to decide that tomorrow when you have sobered up it was the alcohol talking. I want you so badly right now, but I am not going to find out what it is like to have you as a lover only to have to go back to being your friend. I don’t think I could do it.”
Ville raised his head slightly and peered at Bam through the hair about his face. “You want me?”
“Yeah I want you. But I want you sober first.”
Ville smiled and pulled Bam closer, nestling there bodies together and kissing him with everything he had. A door slamming from downstairs broke them apart, Bam’s face was flushed from the feeling of Ville rubbing against him, and he smiled happily at the dazed look Ville had on his face.
“Fuck Bam, what the Hell? Are we leaving or what?” Came Rake’s voice from somewhere near the front door.
Bam went to the edge of the stairs and yelled down them. “What, do you need me to hold your hand and guide you there? Fuck, I’m having some problems with getting Ville into his costume, go ahead and we will be right behind you.” Bam smiled, apparently the sound of Rake’s melodious voice was enough to kill his burgeoning erection, he looked over at Ville and gasped, the singer was still leaning against the wall his skirt around his waist and his hand rubbing at the underwear he wore. Ville’s drunken mind had been trying to get his prick to go down, but not even thinking of Don Vito in a Speedo was working.
“Bammie…” he practically mewled. “I wanna come, but this thing is too constricting.”
The skateboarder walked over to him and started kissing him, careful to keep their bodies from rubbing together, his hand running the length of Ville’s body to the tight panties. What Ville surmised was years of experience gave Bam an edge, and he had the garment peeled away from Ville’s cock in mere moments.
Bam fell to his knees and wrapped his lips around the head of Ville’s cock, and just sucked, that was all it took for Ville, to loose it and come into his friends mouth. He continued sucking for a good minute after Ville had come, making sure to pull all that he could from the softening prick, then licking it thoroughly to make sure it was clean before putting him back into his tight little panties, and pulling down his dress.
“Now remember, tomorrow, when you are either hung over or once the hang over dies down, we have to have a chat, if you forget or never come to talk to me I will know that it was only the alcohol talking and we can go on like nothing happened. God I hope you remember this though.” Bam said as he pulled Ville away from the wall. “Now do you need me to carry you down the stairs? Or do you think you can maneuver them on your own?”
Ville pulled back from Bam a little, the orgasm had cleared his head a bit, and he found the shoes weren’t so bad after all. “Nah I think I can manage it, besides how would that look, you carrying me?”
Bam grinned broadly, “Your right you should give me a piggy back ride.” Then both laughed easily, happy in the knowledge that things would undoubtedly just be getting better from here. “Come on Willa lets go! We’re going to be the best Sonny and Cher at the party.”
“Bam-Bam, there is a very good chance that we will be the only Sonny and Cher at the party. Knowing your mom I would say there is a good chance that we will be the only ones in costume at the party.”
Bam smiled one of his mischievous smiles, and started off down the stairs, singing the song they would be performing together to cap the night off, and he was only slightly off key. “Well I don't know if all that's true, 'Cause you got me, and baby I got you.”
The End