one-shot; WHITE DEVIL
TITLE : WHITE DEVIL
AUTHOR : 003lastwords
POV : ville
RATING : at least pg-13 for implied drug use and implied sexual content?
something like that.
DISCLAIMER : fiction, fiction, fiction.
i do not own ville h. valo or brandon c. margera or their secret undying love for each other that supposedly doesn't exist.
title stolen from the song "white devil" by alexisonfire.
Bed. Mirror. Razorblade. Pearly white powder. Darkness.
On this lonely, sleepless night darkness is the only thing my eyes can see. I find myself in Bam’s bedroom. He insists I stay with him every time I set foot on American soil and I never decline.
I’m wide awake and my cheeks hold a warm rosy color. He can’t know. I can’t let him find this. My heart is pounding. He’d kill me...
About fifteen minutes ago I heard the familiar clamor of the lambo’s engine shutting off. Finally I hear the sound of Bam’s footsteps accompanied by his soft vocals into the cell phone pressed to his ear. I put everything on the bedside table. It’s too dark, I’ll clean it up tomorrow. He strolls into his bedroom and into the master bathroom. He must think I am already asleep. After all, it is 2am. He didn’t even allow a glance toward the bed. I rise from his bed and stop at the partially open green curtain covering the bathroom doorway. I want sex. He’s not ready. I hear quiet whimpers, moans and whispers coming from inside the bathroom and press my face against the wall as I listen more intently and try to see inside the room from between the folds of curtain. I see faint movement and hear the jingling of bracelets and familiar... sounds. My lips curl into a devious smile and I decide to wait until he is finished. His body makes a low thud against the wall and I hear the cell phone snap shut. Soon he’s approaching the door and I take a step back to lean against the door frame. He cuts off the bathroom light and fully opens the velvety curtains. A surprised gasp escapes his lovely throat and his eyes bulge slightly as they wander over my figure.
“You dirty little fuck.” I say and before long, my tongue is down his throat and I have him pressed up against the wall. My hands are down his pants, properly finishing what he started. I can’t believe I’m doing this and I can’t believe he’s enjoying it. My face is in his strong hands and he’s kissing me like I’m his last breath. I’m thankful he can’t see my eyes properly in the dark because I have no doubt he’d notice. The drug. I’m laying my lips on his jawbone as I hear someone brush by the doorway to his room. He roughly pulls away from me and peers out the doorway to find Rabb descending the stairs and heading toward the stairs that lead to the pirate bar. Relief spreads across his face and he turns to face me, unsure of what to do next. I step toward him and run a hand down his strong, inked arm.
“We could sleep now if you’d like.” I whisper, searching his eyes for some sort of emotion. He
simply nods uneasily and flops onto his bed. I climb under the sheets on the other side of the
bed.
Bam’s stern voice breaks the silence. “Ville, what’s this?” I watch him sit up to further examine the objects laid on his bedside table.
Mirror. Razorblade. Pearly white powder. Shit. Silence.
---
comments are better than sex.
creative criticism is more than welcome.
you know you want to.
AUTHOR : 003lastwords
POV : ville
RATING : at least pg-13 for implied drug use and implied sexual content?
something like that.
DISCLAIMER : fiction, fiction, fiction.
i do not own ville h. valo or brandon c. margera or their secret undying love for each other that supposedly doesn't exist.
title stolen from the song "white devil" by alexisonfire.
Bed. Mirror. Razorblade. Pearly white powder. Darkness.
On this lonely, sleepless night darkness is the only thing my eyes can see. I find myself in Bam’s bedroom. He insists I stay with him every time I set foot on American soil and I never decline.
I’m wide awake and my cheeks hold a warm rosy color. He can’t know. I can’t let him find this. My heart is pounding. He’d kill me...
About fifteen minutes ago I heard the familiar clamor of the lambo’s engine shutting off. Finally I hear the sound of Bam’s footsteps accompanied by his soft vocals into the cell phone pressed to his ear. I put everything on the bedside table. It’s too dark, I’ll clean it up tomorrow. He strolls into his bedroom and into the master bathroom. He must think I am already asleep. After all, it is 2am. He didn’t even allow a glance toward the bed. I rise from his bed and stop at the partially open green curtain covering the bathroom doorway. I want sex. He’s not ready. I hear quiet whimpers, moans and whispers coming from inside the bathroom and press my face against the wall as I listen more intently and try to see inside the room from between the folds of curtain. I see faint movement and hear the jingling of bracelets and familiar... sounds. My lips curl into a devious smile and I decide to wait until he is finished. His body makes a low thud against the wall and I hear the cell phone snap shut. Soon he’s approaching the door and I take a step back to lean against the door frame. He cuts off the bathroom light and fully opens the velvety curtains. A surprised gasp escapes his lovely throat and his eyes bulge slightly as they wander over my figure.
“You dirty little fuck.” I say and before long, my tongue is down his throat and I have him pressed up against the wall. My hands are down his pants, properly finishing what he started. I can’t believe I’m doing this and I can’t believe he’s enjoying it. My face is in his strong hands and he’s kissing me like I’m his last breath. I’m thankful he can’t see my eyes properly in the dark because I have no doubt he’d notice. The drug. I’m laying my lips on his jawbone as I hear someone brush by the doorway to his room. He roughly pulls away from me and peers out the doorway to find Rabb descending the stairs and heading toward the stairs that lead to the pirate bar. Relief spreads across his face and he turns to face me, unsure of what to do next. I step toward him and run a hand down his strong, inked arm.
“We could sleep now if you’d like.” I whisper, searching his eyes for some sort of emotion. He
simply nods uneasily and flops onto his bed. I climb under the sheets on the other side of the
bed.
Bam’s stern voice breaks the silence. “Ville, what’s this?” I watch him sit up to further examine the objects laid on his bedside table.
Mirror. Razorblade. Pearly white powder. Shit. Silence.
---
comments are better than sex.
creative criticism is more than welcome.
you know you want to.