Dance With Me Chapter 10
Name- Dance With Me
Chapter Ten Alive, Behind The Crimson Door, As The Winter Sings Your Love Will Be The Death Of Me
Genre- Fanfiction, Romance,
Fanfare- VAM
Author- Rai Shelton
Rating- You decide
Disclamer- Dont know. Don't Own. But I Wouldn't Mind If Ville and Bam DO Get Together.
A/N Yay! The Glitter Fairy is finally posting! I've been busy with school, and I have exams next week, so I should be posting alot more in the next week due to not having to go Monday, Thursday, Friday, Monday (again!) and Tuesday, PLUS the weekends.
Links To Previous Chapters
Settled in the backseat of a cab, Ville's head was laying on Bam's shoulder, his hand entertwined firmly with that of his young lover's. They sat quietly as the driver sped down the road towards Ville's hotel room. Not a word was spoken.
Slowing to a stop, the cabby turned around in his seat to retrieve his pay. Ville handed him a few bills, muttering for him to keep the change. A large smiled dawned across the man's face as he counted the Euros. The tip was beyond gracious- it would be more than enough for the night's entertainment of pornography and alcohol. He pulled the car away from the curb, his ind wandering of what he would do that night.
Ville and Bam trudged up the stairs to Ville's room. He had his own this time. It wasn't the best hotel in Finland, but it would do. As Ville closed and botled the door behind them, apologies dove from Bam's mouth.
"Ville," he said. "I'm really sorry. I knew I should have just went backstage, but I wanted to see you perform. I love watching you sing. You make the entire crowd seem as if you're singing just to them..." Bam said quickly, but Ville was only half listening. His thoughts were elsewhere. Bam's rambled apology stopped when he noticed the glazed look in Ville's eyes.
"Willa?" he said caustiously, placing a hand on the singer's waist. He jumped, unaware of the situation.
"Oh...huh? Yeah, I forgive you Bammie." he said hurriedly, his cheek flushed with pink. Bam wrapped his arms around Ville's waist protectivly. He placed his head in the crook of his neck.
"What's wrong?" he questioned. Ville squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head. Bam released his as he pulled away gently. Sneaking up behind him, Bam picked him up and threew him on his shoulder.
"Bam!" Ville giggled as he was steered toward the bed. Bam layed his down with a soft plop! on the sheets. Bam placed his knees on either side of Ville's hips, his hands on each side of his head. He was pinned. He leaned down and kissed Ville's cheek, a trail of kisses falling like rose petals down on Ville's neck.
"What are you doing?" he interogates in mock defense as Bam snaked his hand up his shirt.
"Thanking you for getting me out of jail." Bam said against his colar bone. A very girlish giggle came from the man below him. He sat up.
"What the hell was that?"
Ville pressed his lips together. Bam rolled his eyes playfully. He kissed the top of the older man's forhead as he ran a hand under his tanktop. As his hand ran over Ville's abs, he felt them tighten up.
"Baby, relax." Ville did as he was told, easing up his clenched stomach muscles. Slowly, Bam ran his hand up his chest and back down again. He bent down and trailed his tounge around Ville's belly button.
"Baam.." Ville moaned softly, but was only shushed. He traced the top of the shared tattoo at a tantalizing pace, casuing a groan from Ville. He smiled at the impatient response he was getting. He sat up and softly kissed Ville's pink lips. When they pulled apart, he watched as Ville pulled the tanktop off himself in one swift movement. Bam chuckled and pulled the shirt he wore off himself as well.
Then, his phone rang.
Bam chose to ignore it, choosing to move up and nibble on Ville's nipples. He didn't stop the skater, until his phone began to ring too. He wiggled to get out from beneath Bam, but he refused to allow him to move.
"Bammie, it might be important!"
With a huff of air, Bam sat up and moved to allow the frontman to reach his phone. He grabbed his own to shut the fucking ringer up.
"Yo."
"Is this Brandon Margera?"
"No. You just called his phone on accident. Of course this is Brandon Margera! Now, what do you want? In case you don't own a clock, it after two am here."
"We got a tip that you are with the lead singer of the band HIM. Is this true?"
"Depends on what you mean with 'with'."
"Dating."
Bam stood frozen. Jenn. he thought. He looked over at Ville, who stood just as rigid as the skater.
"No fucking comment."
He shut the phone in a hurry. Ville muttered something in Finnish and put the phone down on the bedside table.
"BamBam, what's wrong?" he asked soothingly as possible. He sat down on the bed as Bam began to pace around the room.
"Jenn told them about us."
"I take it you didn't want people to know about us?" Ville said, not bother to hide the reject he was feeling all of a sudden.
"Not...Not yet." Bam stuttered. Ville could see he was on the verge of tears. As Bam passed him, he pulled him down into his lap.
"It's okay, Brandon. Calm down."
The tears began to fall. They came down in a steady stream as Bam placed his head in the crook of Ville's neck.
"I'-I'm so-sorry, Willa." he sobbed into the man's shoulder. He began to cry harder as Ville began to stroke his hair.
"Shhh poika. It's ok. It will all be alright. We'll get through this." he whispered into Bam's ear. Seeing that this was not working, He pulled Bam up onto the pillows behind them, and they both layed down. Ville pulled him into his arms.
"We hide behind the crimson door, while the Summer is killed by the Fall. Alive behind the crimson door, while the Winter sings 'your love, will, be the death of me...Your love will be the death of me...'" he sang softly. Instantly, Bam's sobs got quieter. Seeing the effect his singing had, Ville kept singing, until his lover was asleep in his arms.
Chapter Ten Alive, Behind The Crimson Door, As The Winter Sings Your Love Will Be The Death Of Me
Genre- Fanfiction, Romance,
Fanfare- VAM
Author- Rai Shelton
Rating- You decide
Disclamer- Dont know. Don't Own. But I Wouldn't Mind If Ville and Bam DO Get Together.
A/N Yay! The Glitter Fairy is finally posting! I've been busy with school, and I have exams next week, so I should be posting alot more in the next week due to not having to go Monday, Thursday, Friday, Monday (again!) and Tuesday, PLUS the weekends.
Links To Previous Chapters
Settled in the backseat of a cab, Ville's head was laying on Bam's shoulder, his hand entertwined firmly with that of his young lover's. They sat quietly as the driver sped down the road towards Ville's hotel room. Not a word was spoken.
Slowing to a stop, the cabby turned around in his seat to retrieve his pay. Ville handed him a few bills, muttering for him to keep the change. A large smiled dawned across the man's face as he counted the Euros. The tip was beyond gracious- it would be more than enough for the night's entertainment of pornography and alcohol. He pulled the car away from the curb, his ind wandering of what he would do that night.
Ville and Bam trudged up the stairs to Ville's room. He had his own this time. It wasn't the best hotel in Finland, but it would do. As Ville closed and botled the door behind them, apologies dove from Bam's mouth.
"Ville," he said. "I'm really sorry. I knew I should have just went backstage, but I wanted to see you perform. I love watching you sing. You make the entire crowd seem as if you're singing just to them..." Bam said quickly, but Ville was only half listening. His thoughts were elsewhere. Bam's rambled apology stopped when he noticed the glazed look in Ville's eyes.
"Willa?" he said caustiously, placing a hand on the singer's waist. He jumped, unaware of the situation.
"Oh...huh? Yeah, I forgive you Bammie." he said hurriedly, his cheek flushed with pink. Bam wrapped his arms around Ville's waist protectivly. He placed his head in the crook of his neck.
"What's wrong?" he questioned. Ville squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head. Bam released his as he pulled away gently. Sneaking up behind him, Bam picked him up and threew him on his shoulder.
"Bam!" Ville giggled as he was steered toward the bed. Bam layed his down with a soft plop! on the sheets. Bam placed his knees on either side of Ville's hips, his hands on each side of his head. He was pinned. He leaned down and kissed Ville's cheek, a trail of kisses falling like rose petals down on Ville's neck.
"What are you doing?" he interogates in mock defense as Bam snaked his hand up his shirt.
"Thanking you for getting me out of jail." Bam said against his colar bone. A very girlish giggle came from the man below him. He sat up.
"What the hell was that?"
Ville pressed his lips together. Bam rolled his eyes playfully. He kissed the top of the older man's forhead as he ran a hand under his tanktop. As his hand ran over Ville's abs, he felt them tighten up.
"Baby, relax." Ville did as he was told, easing up his clenched stomach muscles. Slowly, Bam ran his hand up his chest and back down again. He bent down and trailed his tounge around Ville's belly button.
"Baam.." Ville moaned softly, but was only shushed. He traced the top of the shared tattoo at a tantalizing pace, casuing a groan from Ville. He smiled at the impatient response he was getting. He sat up and softly kissed Ville's pink lips. When they pulled apart, he watched as Ville pulled the tanktop off himself in one swift movement. Bam chuckled and pulled the shirt he wore off himself as well.
Then, his phone rang.
Bam chose to ignore it, choosing to move up and nibble on Ville's nipples. He didn't stop the skater, until his phone began to ring too. He wiggled to get out from beneath Bam, but he refused to allow him to move.
"Bammie, it might be important!"
With a huff of air, Bam sat up and moved to allow the frontman to reach his phone. He grabbed his own to shut the fucking ringer up.
"Yo."
"Is this Brandon Margera?"
"No. You just called his phone on accident. Of course this is Brandon Margera! Now, what do you want? In case you don't own a clock, it after two am here."
"We got a tip that you are with the lead singer of the band HIM. Is this true?"
"Depends on what you mean with 'with'."
"Dating."
Bam stood frozen. Jenn. he thought. He looked over at Ville, who stood just as rigid as the skater.
"No fucking comment."
He shut the phone in a hurry. Ville muttered something in Finnish and put the phone down on the bedside table.
"BamBam, what's wrong?" he asked soothingly as possible. He sat down on the bed as Bam began to pace around the room.
"Jenn told them about us."
"I take it you didn't want people to know about us?" Ville said, not bother to hide the reject he was feeling all of a sudden.
"Not...Not yet." Bam stuttered. Ville could see he was on the verge of tears. As Bam passed him, he pulled him down into his lap.
"It's okay, Brandon. Calm down."
The tears began to fall. They came down in a steady stream as Bam placed his head in the crook of Ville's neck.
"I'-I'm so-sorry, Willa." he sobbed into the man's shoulder. He began to cry harder as Ville began to stroke his hair.
"Shhh poika. It's ok. It will all be alright. We'll get through this." he whispered into Bam's ear. Seeing that this was not working, He pulled Bam up onto the pillows behind them, and they both layed down. Ville pulled him into his arms.
"We hide behind the crimson door, while the Summer is killed by the Fall. Alive behind the crimson door, while the Winter sings 'your love, will, be the death of me...Your love will be the death of me...'" he sang softly. Instantly, Bam's sobs got quieter. Seeing the effect his singing had, Ville kept singing, until his lover was asleep in his arms.