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Title: Love On The Rocks
Author: myforgottenpain
Pairing: Vam
Rating: I'm going with PG-13 for crude humor, foul language, and alcohol references.
Summary: Bam's new found friendship with Ville had made him question parts of his life he has long since repressed. Through an unexpected visit from the Finnish rock star, many bottles of beer, and a special tattoo; Bam must decide if he wants to embrace a side of himself that he has always longed to explore.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything connected to HIM, Ville Valo, or Bam Margera. Nor do I imply that in reality they are anything but friends. I, however, could not pass up a great idea for a fan fiction!
Authors Notes: I don't know if I'm actually covering any real life time lines/events correctly. I was just going with what I thought would be an interesting fan fic.
Bam's world was fuzzy and distorted. He couldn't remember what had just happened and some how he was floating into a very bright room. He winced against the sheer brightness of it, his eyes twitching painfully. He was placed on the floor, his head soon resting on a cool porcelain surface. He looked around the room through his one open eye and saw a shirtless figure standing next to a bathtub.
Bam spat into the toilet and sat up, pushing himself into a standing position. Almost as soon as he was upright, he was falling over. Thankfully the other man was able to catch him. He laughed as he looked up into a pair of beautiful green eyes. Ville smiled at him, especially when Bam's smile faded and he looked like he might get sick again. "I don't feel so good Willa." Bam mumbled, hiccuping as Ville sat him on the edge of the bath tub. Ville ran his hand gently along Bam's face, the skater let his brilliant blue eyes slide shut. He leaned forward and pressed his face against Ville's stomach, which cause Ville to winced a little. He looked down, wondering why his stomach suddenly burned.
Bam cracked his eyes open and looked up at Ville, chuckling at the look on Ville's face. The taller man looked like he might pass out standing there. Slinging into the bathtub, Bam placed his legs on either side of Ville's body. He chewed on his bottom lip as he blatantly looked Ville over. Even with his eye sight being so shot that Ville looked like a censor had completely blurred him out, Bam still wanted him. Of course, some where in his beer soaked brain, he thought about how Ville was so damn sexy that just his smile should be censored for being pornographic. Bam chuckled to himself, finding this thought amusing.
Ville was gazing down at Bam, watching him chew on his bottom lip. It was an oh so sexy drunk habit Bam did when he was trashed. He leaned forward to kiss Bam, but lost his balance and fell into the bath tub. They both laughed, too numb to notice the pain they would feel the next morning. Ville laid length wise, his legs dangling over the back of the tub. Bam's legs where still over the side. With his head resting on Bam's stomach, Ville closed his eyes. It was Bam turn to wince this time. "Owww.... your head stung me." Ville chuckled half-heartily, on the brink of passing out, especially when Bam started playing with his hair. Bam's eyes were already closed, head leaning to the side, water dripping from the faucet onto his arm. They fell asleep about the same time, drifting off to that dreamless state where drunkards go.
Ville was half aware of the fact that Bam wouldn't remember any of this. Like the time he had called Ville after drinking vodka all night. He would never remember what he said. It tore Ville apart since he knew he shouldn't encourage the other mans drunken advances, but he just couldn't resist Bam Margera. It would be even harder now that they had kissed... and well had come all to close to fucking. Ville had to wonder if this was a truer Bam then the sober one. Or was it just a drunken stunt like Novak running around naked?
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Bam woke up to a pain that started from the very top of his head to about his hips. He didn't include his legs since they were gone. His legs from the hip area down were completely numb. He didn't want to open his eyes and face the day, or more likely, afternoon. He knew he had fallen asleep in a very, very, bad position and would regret it for the rest of the day. He was also well aware of the fact that he was definitely not alone. He could feel someone laying on him, hear someone's breathing.
Finally giving in to his need to get the dreaded moment over, Bam opened his eyes. He nearly screamed when he saw the last person he ever imagined waking up too.... again anyways. "Ville..." He whispered, rubbing his eyes as if believing this was some sort of hung over induced hallucination. If it was, it was one of the best ones ever, hands down. He reached out and placed his hand against the singer's cheek, he felt real anyways. God, Bam had to take a leak now, but he didn't want to move Ville. He just wanted to watch him sleep. He didn't care that they both smelled to high heaven, or that Bam's back acked like a bitch from hell. He just wanted to treasure this moment... wait! What the hell was he thinking? This was bad... very bad.
He drew in a breath and shook Ville. A moan of annoyance passed Ville's lips as he struggled to roll away from the offender. It didn't take long for the reality of their situation to wash over Ville and he too was rocked by millions of aches and pains. He cracked one eye open and looked up at Bam. "Fuck me." Bam's mind wanted to say something along the lines of, 'why didn't you ask sooner?' But he resisted and offered a sarcastic, "maybe later... when I can feel my legs again." Ville flipped Bam off as he slowly sat up. His head was swimming and his legs were suddenly very tingly and sore. His body was pissed at him for falling asleep in such a place. He moved his legs so he could sit up more, just to hunch over from the pain, his hands on his face.
Behind him, Bam groaned and started the long process of sitting up. God, he felt like shit. Ville wanted nothing more at the moment then to either drink more or throw up. He just wanted the horrible pain gone. It was then he heard an all too familiar sound next to his head, peeking through his fingers Ville saw... yup... Bam was taking a leak. Ville shook his head a little, covering his face again. A little voice in the back of his mind whispered to the horn dog inside of him, that it was a shame that Bam's back was to him. He hushed that voice, not wanting to think about it.
But no sooner had he let that line of thought into his brain, but he started to remember some of the events of last night. An ache grew in side of him as he remembered kissing Bam and how nice it had felt. He groaned as Bam finally finished and flushed the toilet. Ville looked up at the skater through the disheveled mess that he called his hair. It was here that he noticed something on Bam's stomach. "What the fuck is that?" He asked, finally getting the strength up to crawl out of the bathtub. Bam looked down and finally noticed what Ville noticed.
There was a large gauze pad tapped to his stomach. Well mostly tapped anyways, some of it was coming off. "What the fuck...." Bam whispered, looking to Ville. His eyes bugged and he cried out. Ville actually staggered backwards, clutching his head with one hand, the sink with his other. He swore obscenities in his native language at Bam for worsening his already pounding headache. "What?!" Ville cracked his eyes open and saw Bam pointing at him. "You have one too!" Ville looked down and saw that he too had gauze taped to his stomach. He ran the tips of his fingers along it.
After puzzling over it for another moment or two, Bam reached out and yanked the gauze off Ville. Ville's already sore body cried out in pain. The normally cool collect facade of Ville's shattered as he winced in pain. "You fucker...." He started, getting ready to punch Bam for being an asshole; stopping only when he saw the look on Bam's face. "That is awesome!" He made Ville look in the mirror and this time Ville's mouth dropped. Right where his happy trail should have been was a brand new tattoo. "Its... " He whispered, Bam repeating how awesome it was for him. He had a heartagram with a delicate flourished design. It was quite lovely. Out of no where Ville reached out and yanked the gauze off Bam, who nearly jumped out of his skin. Ville would have mocked him, but instead gasped. "Bammie..." Bam was pouting, "What?" This time Bam was turned to face the mirror, his jaw dropping. Bam's happy trail had been replaced with a matching heartagram tattoo. As they stood before the mirror Bam whispered, "What happened last night?"
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Author: myforgottenpain
Pairing: Vam
Rating: I'm going with PG-13 for crude humor, foul language, and alcohol references.
Summary: Bam's new found friendship with Ville had made him question parts of his life he has long since repressed. Through an unexpected visit from the Finnish rock star, many bottles of beer, and a special tattoo; Bam must decide if he wants to embrace a side of himself that he has always longed to explore.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything connected to HIM, Ville Valo, or Bam Margera. Nor do I imply that in reality they are anything but friends. I, however, could not pass up a great idea for a fan fiction!
Authors Notes: I don't know if I'm actually covering any real life time lines/events correctly. I was just going with what I thought would be an interesting fan fic.
Bam's world was fuzzy and distorted. He couldn't remember what had just happened and some how he was floating into a very bright room. He winced against the sheer brightness of it, his eyes twitching painfully. He was placed on the floor, his head soon resting on a cool porcelain surface. He looked around the room through his one open eye and saw a shirtless figure standing next to a bathtub.
Bam spat into the toilet and sat up, pushing himself into a standing position. Almost as soon as he was upright, he was falling over. Thankfully the other man was able to catch him. He laughed as he looked up into a pair of beautiful green eyes. Ville smiled at him, especially when Bam's smile faded and he looked like he might get sick again. "I don't feel so good Willa." Bam mumbled, hiccuping as Ville sat him on the edge of the bath tub. Ville ran his hand gently along Bam's face, the skater let his brilliant blue eyes slide shut. He leaned forward and pressed his face against Ville's stomach, which cause Ville to winced a little. He looked down, wondering why his stomach suddenly burned.
Bam cracked his eyes open and looked up at Ville, chuckling at the look on Ville's face. The taller man looked like he might pass out standing there. Slinging into the bathtub, Bam placed his legs on either side of Ville's body. He chewed on his bottom lip as he blatantly looked Ville over. Even with his eye sight being so shot that Ville looked like a censor had completely blurred him out, Bam still wanted him. Of course, some where in his beer soaked brain, he thought about how Ville was so damn sexy that just his smile should be censored for being pornographic. Bam chuckled to himself, finding this thought amusing.
Ville was gazing down at Bam, watching him chew on his bottom lip. It was an oh so sexy drunk habit Bam did when he was trashed. He leaned forward to kiss Bam, but lost his balance and fell into the bath tub. They both laughed, too numb to notice the pain they would feel the next morning. Ville laid length wise, his legs dangling over the back of the tub. Bam's legs where still over the side. With his head resting on Bam's stomach, Ville closed his eyes. It was Bam turn to wince this time. "Owww.... your head stung me." Ville chuckled half-heartily, on the brink of passing out, especially when Bam started playing with his hair. Bam's eyes were already closed, head leaning to the side, water dripping from the faucet onto his arm. They fell asleep about the same time, drifting off to that dreamless state where drunkards go.
Ville was half aware of the fact that Bam wouldn't remember any of this. Like the time he had called Ville after drinking vodka all night. He would never remember what he said. It tore Ville apart since he knew he shouldn't encourage the other mans drunken advances, but he just couldn't resist Bam Margera. It would be even harder now that they had kissed... and well had come all to close to fucking. Ville had to wonder if this was a truer Bam then the sober one. Or was it just a drunken stunt like Novak running around naked?
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Bam woke up to a pain that started from the very top of his head to about his hips. He didn't include his legs since they were gone. His legs from the hip area down were completely numb. He didn't want to open his eyes and face the day, or more likely, afternoon. He knew he had fallen asleep in a very, very, bad position and would regret it for the rest of the day. He was also well aware of the fact that he was definitely not alone. He could feel someone laying on him, hear someone's breathing.
Finally giving in to his need to get the dreaded moment over, Bam opened his eyes. He nearly screamed when he saw the last person he ever imagined waking up too.... again anyways. "Ville..." He whispered, rubbing his eyes as if believing this was some sort of hung over induced hallucination. If it was, it was one of the best ones ever, hands down. He reached out and placed his hand against the singer's cheek, he felt real anyways. God, Bam had to take a leak now, but he didn't want to move Ville. He just wanted to watch him sleep. He didn't care that they both smelled to high heaven, or that Bam's back acked like a bitch from hell. He just wanted to treasure this moment... wait! What the hell was he thinking? This was bad... very bad.
He drew in a breath and shook Ville. A moan of annoyance passed Ville's lips as he struggled to roll away from the offender. It didn't take long for the reality of their situation to wash over Ville and he too was rocked by millions of aches and pains. He cracked one eye open and looked up at Bam. "Fuck me." Bam's mind wanted to say something along the lines of, 'why didn't you ask sooner?' But he resisted and offered a sarcastic, "maybe later... when I can feel my legs again." Ville flipped Bam off as he slowly sat up. His head was swimming and his legs were suddenly very tingly and sore. His body was pissed at him for falling asleep in such a place. He moved his legs so he could sit up more, just to hunch over from the pain, his hands on his face.
Behind him, Bam groaned and started the long process of sitting up. God, he felt like shit. Ville wanted nothing more at the moment then to either drink more or throw up. He just wanted the horrible pain gone. It was then he heard an all too familiar sound next to his head, peeking through his fingers Ville saw... yup... Bam was taking a leak. Ville shook his head a little, covering his face again. A little voice in the back of his mind whispered to the horn dog inside of him, that it was a shame that Bam's back was to him. He hushed that voice, not wanting to think about it.
But no sooner had he let that line of thought into his brain, but he started to remember some of the events of last night. An ache grew in side of him as he remembered kissing Bam and how nice it had felt. He groaned as Bam finally finished and flushed the toilet. Ville looked up at the skater through the disheveled mess that he called his hair. It was here that he noticed something on Bam's stomach. "What the fuck is that?" He asked, finally getting the strength up to crawl out of the bathtub. Bam looked down and finally noticed what Ville noticed.
There was a large gauze pad tapped to his stomach. Well mostly tapped anyways, some of it was coming off. "What the fuck...." Bam whispered, looking to Ville. His eyes bugged and he cried out. Ville actually staggered backwards, clutching his head with one hand, the sink with his other. He swore obscenities in his native language at Bam for worsening his already pounding headache. "What?!" Ville cracked his eyes open and saw Bam pointing at him. "You have one too!" Ville looked down and saw that he too had gauze taped to his stomach. He ran the tips of his fingers along it.
After puzzling over it for another moment or two, Bam reached out and yanked the gauze off Ville. Ville's already sore body cried out in pain. The normally cool collect facade of Ville's shattered as he winced in pain. "You fucker...." He started, getting ready to punch Bam for being an asshole; stopping only when he saw the look on Bam's face. "That is awesome!" He made Ville look in the mirror and this time Ville's mouth dropped. Right where his happy trail should have been was a brand new tattoo. "Its... " He whispered, Bam repeating how awesome it was for him. He had a heartagram with a delicate flourished design. It was quite lovely. Out of no where Ville reached out and yanked the gauze off Bam, who nearly jumped out of his skin. Ville would have mocked him, but instead gasped. "Bammie..." Bam was pouting, "What?" This time Bam was turned to face the mirror, his jaw dropping. Bam's happy trail had been replaced with a matching heartagram tattoo. As they stood before the mirror Bam whispered, "What happened last night?"
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