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There's talk of a new HIM album already...
Probably old news. Ville's said the next one will be in a rougher direction than the last... nice.
Anyone know how to get Negative cds without having to order them over the internet since the music shops I've searched through in Leeds don't sell it?
Title: As Red As
Pairing: Ooh, I wonder…
Genre: Angsty angst… seriously.
Summary: “I can't keep my hands off you, I want to make love to you, I'm sorry if this hurts you, if it comforts you, it hurts me more.” Bam shows the true extent of his love.
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I can't keep my hands off you, I want to make love to you,
I'm sorry if this hurts you,
If it comforts you,
It hurts me more.
I hear you whimper as I overpower you. You had struggled, I knew you would. I admire your stubbornness. You grit your teeth as I tie you to the bed.
It took me a long time to prepare this room for you, but it will be worth it. As you lay on cool silk sheets, and soft pillow cradle your head. The rose petals on the floor are red, like your soft lips.
I lower my head, kissing you tenderly, pouring all my love into this kiss. You move your mouth, struggling violently. Shh. Relax. You will love this.
Tearing off your clothes, I begin my worship of your body, you skin so soft, so iridescent. Stop trying to get away. Don't cry, my love, this is a beautiful thing. I caress your nipple, suckling gently.
You still try to get away, squirming away from my touch, as I cradle you soft arousal in my hands. I close my eyes, knowing you would be looking at me lovingly when next I opened them, instead of glaring at me through your tears.
I take you into my mouth, sucking gently, giving you pleasure, I know this must feel good. No, don't tell me to stop, you are lying to yourself, I know you love my lotion saturated finger in your body.
I open my eyes when I take you, when I make love to you. You are no longer glaring, no, you are staring at me blankly. Your green eyes watch me hollowly, tears slipping down the side of your eyes silently.
Why don't you want this? Can't you see that I love you? My own tears fall on your body as I rock against you slowly, and you give a small gasp as you come, and I come into you.
I lie on top of you, panting. I kiss your cold lips, but you don't respond, you don't even push me away. I love you, and I tell you so. I wrap you in my arms, your stiff body laying in my arms.
You flinch away suddenly, snapping out of your trance. I reach for you and you leap away. Come on, love, come back to bed. You must be tired after out lovemaking. You glare at me, your soft emerald-coloured eyes, now dark. No, that was rape.
I shake my head. I was making love to you, that's all. I wanted to show you my love, that isn't rape. You are dressed now, and turn back to me. I don't want your love, Brandon. He leaves.
I sit there, his words running through my head. I couldn't understand. Why would he not want my love? He hates me, I realize. This is true and I cry. I just sit there and cry.
My illusion fades. I slip to the floor, my body lays on the thorns scattered across the cold surface, I feel them penetrate my body. I know I'm bleeding, the liquid warmth brushing across my skin. I touch the rough cotton blanket, and the cloth turns red. As red as Ville Valo's lips.
I can't keep my hands off you, I want to make love to you,
I'm sorry if this hurts you,
If it comforts you,
It hurts me more.
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Constructive comments welcomed, flames, ignored...
Anyone know how to get Negative cds without having to order them over the internet since the music shops I've searched through in Leeds don't sell it?
Title: As Red As
Pairing: Ooh, I wonder…
Genre: Angsty angst… seriously.
Summary: “I can't keep my hands off you, I want to make love to you, I'm sorry if this hurts you, if it comforts you, it hurts me more.” Bam shows the true extent of his love.
--------------------------------------------------
I can't keep my hands off you, I want to make love to you,
I'm sorry if this hurts you,
If it comforts you,
It hurts me more.
I hear you whimper as I overpower you. You had struggled, I knew you would. I admire your stubbornness. You grit your teeth as I tie you to the bed.
It took me a long time to prepare this room for you, but it will be worth it. As you lay on cool silk sheets, and soft pillow cradle your head. The rose petals on the floor are red, like your soft lips.
I lower my head, kissing you tenderly, pouring all my love into this kiss. You move your mouth, struggling violently. Shh. Relax. You will love this.
Tearing off your clothes, I begin my worship of your body, you skin so soft, so iridescent. Stop trying to get away. Don't cry, my love, this is a beautiful thing. I caress your nipple, suckling gently.
You still try to get away, squirming away from my touch, as I cradle you soft arousal in my hands. I close my eyes, knowing you would be looking at me lovingly when next I opened them, instead of glaring at me through your tears.
I take you into my mouth, sucking gently, giving you pleasure, I know this must feel good. No, don't tell me to stop, you are lying to yourself, I know you love my lotion saturated finger in your body.
I open my eyes when I take you, when I make love to you. You are no longer glaring, no, you are staring at me blankly. Your green eyes watch me hollowly, tears slipping down the side of your eyes silently.
Why don't you want this? Can't you see that I love you? My own tears fall on your body as I rock against you slowly, and you give a small gasp as you come, and I come into you.
I lie on top of you, panting. I kiss your cold lips, but you don't respond, you don't even push me away. I love you, and I tell you so. I wrap you in my arms, your stiff body laying in my arms.
You flinch away suddenly, snapping out of your trance. I reach for you and you leap away. Come on, love, come back to bed. You must be tired after out lovemaking. You glare at me, your soft emerald-coloured eyes, now dark. No, that was rape.
I shake my head. I was making love to you, that's all. I wanted to show you my love, that isn't rape. You are dressed now, and turn back to me. I don't want your love, Brandon. He leaves.
I sit there, his words running through my head. I couldn't understand. Why would he not want my love? He hates me, I realize. This is true and I cry. I just sit there and cry.
My illusion fades. I slip to the floor, my body lays on the thorns scattered across the cold surface, I feel them penetrate my body. I know I'm bleeding, the liquid warmth brushing across my skin. I touch the rough cotton blanket, and the cloth turns red. As red as Ville Valo's lips.
I can't keep my hands off you, I want to make love to you,
I'm sorry if this hurts you,
If it comforts you,
It hurts me more.
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Constructive comments welcomed, flames, ignored...