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Update... My lj is being screwy, but here is chapter 6
Going to Marry Me
Rated R
Disclaimer behind cut...
Going to Marry Me
Starring: Brandon “Bam” Margera, Ville Hermani Valo, Missy, April Margera, Phil Margera with: Kari and Anita Valo and Ryan Dunn
Pairing: Ville/Bam, implied Missy/Bam
Rated: R(currently)
Disclaimer: I don’t know these individuals, or own them, nothing like this has happened to them (as far as I know) the only thing with which I have taken license is characterization. This is a work of fiction and is meant to be enjoyed as such.
Chapter Six
Ryan hated it. Seeing Missy scrunched on the filthy floor of the restroom like an orphaned child. She seemed to sense his presence, and sat up, turned to face him.
Her face was slack with tears, and pale. Her dressed wrinkled; she was like a princess in rags. Abandoned, unwanted.
“You’re here,” she whispered softly, as though not really seeing him. There was no happiness, no admission of comfort in her voice, only acceptance.
“I’m always here,” Dunn soothed, nearly down on the floor and reaching for her, knowing that he wasn’t as handsome or as his cool as his best friend-her boyfriend-but also knowing that he loved her enough to place her needs ahead of his own.
“Thank you,” she muttered appreciatively, clinging to him, crying in a controlled fashion now. She was so cold, needing warmth, so alone. Hurt by the truth, and the pain ripped her soul; she felt that she would never be healed or whole ever again. Without Bam and their love, she believed herself destroyed.
“Missy, let me take you home,” Ryan requested, gently kissing her forehead. “You need to sleep. You can’t stay here. It’s closing anyway.”
She coughed out a laugh. “I know. I want Bam, but he doesn’t love me. Not as I thought.”
Ryan was silent, lies were unkind.
“Why couldn’t I see the truth? I thought that they were just friends. Why didn’t he tell me,” she rasped, her throat sore. “The fans, the papers, never hinted at anything and many HIM fans just griped on fan boards that Ville just “tolerated” Bam. I knew they were close chums, but nothing else... Valo was supposed to be in our wedding! I was going to be Mrs. Brandon Margera, his wife supporting him in every way…”
She envisioned herself for a split second, children clamoring around her with his dark hair and her bright eyes. A beautiful little girl, that had been her dream, her naïve fantasy.
It was over, completely done. The wedding, the dream, their nights of love, his body covering hers and his words of affection. The happy times with April and Phil…monopoly… They would never share the love of in laws again. She would no longer eat at their house for dinner, sharing stories and laughing. Phil was so kind and gentle, he filled many voids where her own aloof, alcoholic father had left deep voids remaining. And April was such a strong woman… The thought of leaving, not simply Bam, but his whole family and their goodness made her sick.
“Ryan, please take me home,” Missy begged. “I feel extremely weak.”
“Of course, anything for you,” Dunn replied.
“What will I tell them?” Missy asked Ryan as she leaned against him limply. They were seated on her couch; the T.V. was on if only to be considered a light source.
Neither had taken any notice of what was actually broadcasting at four a.m.. “April and Phil… They will ask why we’re over… What will I say?”
“You can tell the truth,” Dunn countered dryly. “Your fiancé should have done the same.”
Missy nodded, her eyes still wet. “I love him so much. I understand this, but it doesn’t make it any easier. He should have told me that they were falling in love.
I wouldn’t have judged him, and I would have been prepared. We were friends above all else, confidants who could trust each other. I love him wholly, in his entirety. Why did he hide from me?”
“Maybe he was ashamed,” was the response. “There are a lot of stigmas associated with being gay or bisexual.” Ryan suddenly felt as though he were reciting from a textbook, and believed that it was all bullshit. Not that people were not ignorant in general that was true-whether you were white, black, disabled, gay, or just ugly-like Ryan thought himself to be.
“Bam hid because he’s weak. He stands in his own way; if he had any integrity, he would have come out a long time ago. Not shoved a dildo in his ass and let people make assumptions.”
“What’s filled you with… hatred?” Missy asked, her eyes wide. Having never observed such a side to Ryan.
“Missy, he used you… It should never have happened. You deserve more,” he tried to stop himself but couldn’t; “ Bam may be my best friend, but… I love you. I want you. “ He said slowly taking her face in his hands. She stared in to his eyes, blinded by a multifaceted desire and need. Their lips met gently; his arms closed around her small body as the world became a dark and erotic place.
Ville’s deep orgasmic screams filled the small hotel room, as Bam possessed him to the fullest extent-spreading him wide as he plunged inside, hitting his prostate repeatedly.
“Tell me, Ville. Say you love it,” Bam hissed impassioned, as he rode his lover, watching the other man heave, his dick swelling and engorging more every second.
They were soaked in sweat, writhing naked, their bodies slapping together as they fucked, their flesh so wet.
“I love it! I love it… Fuck more, more! I want you. I would die for you,” tears of arousal streamed down his flushed face. “Oh Jesus! Yes!” Ville screamed and arched back to Bam who was biting his neck to the point of exquisite pain, the thrusts become more intense. He pulled Bam toward him, to steal a forceful kiss, moans increasing as they strove for a mutual climax.
Bam had never been so aroused, or so in love in all of his life. He had a hold of Ville by the neck, whose eyes were closed, not seeming to remember where he was. He knew only pleasure and that he was obsessed with the blue eyed man, who would never again belong to any one else. He swore to that.
They came, white hot, Bam’s semen filling Ville. Ville’s liquid streamed between his own thighs. He managed to catch some on his slender fingers, which he shoved in to his lover’s mouth, the fluid dripping down Bam’s lips. They kissed, greedily, sucking, biting, possessed by the sight and smell of sex.
“We should go away somewhere,” Ville suggested as they held each other in the aftermath; he kissed Bam’s lips gently. “Somewhere warm, for a vacation.”
“Greece,” Bam suggested. “Tomorrow morning, for the rest of the week. Where it can just be us.”
“Tomorrow?”
“Of course, Willa my baby. We’re rich. We can do anything we want,” Bam giggled.
“I love you,” Ville shivered.
“I love you too, man.”
And so they escaped, at least then, found a flight to Athens, intending to stay until Sunday, and checked out of the hotel. They rode along in Bam’s convertible, singing to the radio and chit chatting like the best friends they were, holding hands and laughing. They were running, running from an aftermath, bitter, so unlike their love.
“Missy. You’re here awfully early.” Phil was surprised to see Missy and Ryan standing in the doorway at eight that morning. “You look terrible. What’s wrong, sweetheart?”
Missy heaved with a sob. She loved April and Phil and could hardly bear the situation. Tears began to drip down her cheeks.
“Phil I care so much about you,” she exclaimed, her blond hair was matted, eyes red. “There are things you should know about me, and Bam. And Ville…”
Going to Marry Me
Rated R
Disclaimer behind cut...
Going to Marry Me
Starring: Brandon “Bam” Margera, Ville Hermani Valo, Missy, April Margera, Phil Margera with: Kari and Anita Valo and Ryan Dunn
Pairing: Ville/Bam, implied Missy/Bam
Rated: R(currently)
Disclaimer: I don’t know these individuals, or own them, nothing like this has happened to them (as far as I know) the only thing with which I have taken license is characterization. This is a work of fiction and is meant to be enjoyed as such.
Chapter Six
Ryan hated it. Seeing Missy scrunched on the filthy floor of the restroom like an orphaned child. She seemed to sense his presence, and sat up, turned to face him.
Her face was slack with tears, and pale. Her dressed wrinkled; she was like a princess in rags. Abandoned, unwanted.
“You’re here,” she whispered softly, as though not really seeing him. There was no happiness, no admission of comfort in her voice, only acceptance.
“I’m always here,” Dunn soothed, nearly down on the floor and reaching for her, knowing that he wasn’t as handsome or as his cool as his best friend-her boyfriend-but also knowing that he loved her enough to place her needs ahead of his own.
“Thank you,” she muttered appreciatively, clinging to him, crying in a controlled fashion now. She was so cold, needing warmth, so alone. Hurt by the truth, and the pain ripped her soul; she felt that she would never be healed or whole ever again. Without Bam and their love, she believed herself destroyed.
“Missy, let me take you home,” Ryan requested, gently kissing her forehead. “You need to sleep. You can’t stay here. It’s closing anyway.”
She coughed out a laugh. “I know. I want Bam, but he doesn’t love me. Not as I thought.”
Ryan was silent, lies were unkind.
“Why couldn’t I see the truth? I thought that they were just friends. Why didn’t he tell me,” she rasped, her throat sore. “The fans, the papers, never hinted at anything and many HIM fans just griped on fan boards that Ville just “tolerated” Bam. I knew they were close chums, but nothing else... Valo was supposed to be in our wedding! I was going to be Mrs. Brandon Margera, his wife supporting him in every way…”
She envisioned herself for a split second, children clamoring around her with his dark hair and her bright eyes. A beautiful little girl, that had been her dream, her naïve fantasy.
It was over, completely done. The wedding, the dream, their nights of love, his body covering hers and his words of affection. The happy times with April and Phil…monopoly… They would never share the love of in laws again. She would no longer eat at their house for dinner, sharing stories and laughing. Phil was so kind and gentle, he filled many voids where her own aloof, alcoholic father had left deep voids remaining. And April was such a strong woman… The thought of leaving, not simply Bam, but his whole family and their goodness made her sick.
“Ryan, please take me home,” Missy begged. “I feel extremely weak.”
“Of course, anything for you,” Dunn replied.
“What will I tell them?” Missy asked Ryan as she leaned against him limply. They were seated on her couch; the T.V. was on if only to be considered a light source.
Neither had taken any notice of what was actually broadcasting at four a.m.. “April and Phil… They will ask why we’re over… What will I say?”
“You can tell the truth,” Dunn countered dryly. “Your fiancé should have done the same.”
Missy nodded, her eyes still wet. “I love him so much. I understand this, but it doesn’t make it any easier. He should have told me that they were falling in love.
I wouldn’t have judged him, and I would have been prepared. We were friends above all else, confidants who could trust each other. I love him wholly, in his entirety. Why did he hide from me?”
“Maybe he was ashamed,” was the response. “There are a lot of stigmas associated with being gay or bisexual.” Ryan suddenly felt as though he were reciting from a textbook, and believed that it was all bullshit. Not that people were not ignorant in general that was true-whether you were white, black, disabled, gay, or just ugly-like Ryan thought himself to be.
“Bam hid because he’s weak. He stands in his own way; if he had any integrity, he would have come out a long time ago. Not shoved a dildo in his ass and let people make assumptions.”
“What’s filled you with… hatred?” Missy asked, her eyes wide. Having never observed such a side to Ryan.
“Missy, he used you… It should never have happened. You deserve more,” he tried to stop himself but couldn’t; “ Bam may be my best friend, but… I love you. I want you. “ He said slowly taking her face in his hands. She stared in to his eyes, blinded by a multifaceted desire and need. Their lips met gently; his arms closed around her small body as the world became a dark and erotic place.
Ville’s deep orgasmic screams filled the small hotel room, as Bam possessed him to the fullest extent-spreading him wide as he plunged inside, hitting his prostate repeatedly.
“Tell me, Ville. Say you love it,” Bam hissed impassioned, as he rode his lover, watching the other man heave, his dick swelling and engorging more every second.
They were soaked in sweat, writhing naked, their bodies slapping together as they fucked, their flesh so wet.
“I love it! I love it… Fuck more, more! I want you. I would die for you,” tears of arousal streamed down his flushed face. “Oh Jesus! Yes!” Ville screamed and arched back to Bam who was biting his neck to the point of exquisite pain, the thrusts become more intense. He pulled Bam toward him, to steal a forceful kiss, moans increasing as they strove for a mutual climax.
Bam had never been so aroused, or so in love in all of his life. He had a hold of Ville by the neck, whose eyes were closed, not seeming to remember where he was. He knew only pleasure and that he was obsessed with the blue eyed man, who would never again belong to any one else. He swore to that.
They came, white hot, Bam’s semen filling Ville. Ville’s liquid streamed between his own thighs. He managed to catch some on his slender fingers, which he shoved in to his lover’s mouth, the fluid dripping down Bam’s lips. They kissed, greedily, sucking, biting, possessed by the sight and smell of sex.
“We should go away somewhere,” Ville suggested as they held each other in the aftermath; he kissed Bam’s lips gently. “Somewhere warm, for a vacation.”
“Greece,” Bam suggested. “Tomorrow morning, for the rest of the week. Where it can just be us.”
“Tomorrow?”
“Of course, Willa my baby. We’re rich. We can do anything we want,” Bam giggled.
“I love you,” Ville shivered.
“I love you too, man.”
And so they escaped, at least then, found a flight to Athens, intending to stay until Sunday, and checked out of the hotel. They rode along in Bam’s convertible, singing to the radio and chit chatting like the best friends they were, holding hands and laughing. They were running, running from an aftermath, bitter, so unlike their love.
“Missy. You’re here awfully early.” Phil was surprised to see Missy and Ryan standing in the doorway at eight that morning. “You look terrible. What’s wrong, sweetheart?”
Missy heaved with a sob. She loved April and Phil and could hardly bear the situation. Tears began to drip down her cheeks.
“Phil I care so much about you,” she exclaimed, her blond hair was matted, eyes red. “There are things you should know about me, and Bam. And Ville…”