Exasperation - prompts: drunk, bruises, bed sheets.
Title: Exasperation
Author: x_carnivale_x
Pairing: VAM.
Rating: NC17.
Prompts: drunk, bruises, bed sheets.
Summary: It's the middle of the party, and Ville has lost track of the time.
Author's Notes: So, I figured I hadn't posted some VAM much lately, I figured I'd contribute a bit of smut. :) This is actually written in present tense, which is something I don't delve into much, but I think it worked. Written with the above prompts. :) Hope you enjoy!
It's the middle of the party, and Ville has lost track of the time. Matter of fact, he's kind of sort of maybe just a little lost track of how many shots he's been taking. At least he knows he's still in his house, and he definitely still has his pants on. He exhales quickly, noticing the all too familiar feeling of his teeth numbing, a sure fire sign of slight inebriation. He licks his teeth quickly and stares down at the shot of Butter Schnapps in his hand. It smells delicious, but for some reason, a small spark of self-control ignites in the back of his head and he sets the glass down on the counter top. People flow in and out of the kitchen, some drunk enough to be roughly bumping into his body; he was at least sober enough to still be annoyed.
He glances up and there Bam is, staring down at him, his face slightly flushed and Ville notices that Bam too drags his tongue over his teeth. He wonders how many shots the skater has had; eh, he's pretty sure he's had more. Bam sends a questioning stare down at the full shot glass sitting on the counter - perhaps questioning as to why Ville hasn't consumed it, or perhaps questioning as to whether he could consume it. Ville leans forward on the counter and nods the shot away to Bam, but the American declines.
"What are you doing in here? Party's out there."
"Eh, I don't know, I'm not feeling it too much."
"Not feeling your own party? Good god, what has happened to Ville Valo?"
Ville laughs and smiles up at his friend, whose own gleaming teeth are bare and exposed, his dimples ever prominent and apparent. Ville suddenly feels Bam's hand on his back, rubbing up and down gently. Perhaps as an act of comfort, perhaps drunkenness; Ville wasn't sure.
"Ah, it's alright dude. Tell you the truth, aside from some booze, I'm not feeling it very much, either."
So they talk more. People still flow in and out of the kitchen, proceeding to bump into and graze the two men; but they ignore it. Chit-chatting idly and with somewhat slurred speech about Ville's upcoming shows and stupid stunts Bam had recently pulled. ...And how Bam wishes he and Ville could hang out more, cause they're both so busy. And Ville swallows thickly and smiles a nervous smile. He's suddenly reconsidering that shot. Why is he so nervous now?
Some piss-drunk guy that Ville is pretty sure he doesn't know stumbles into the kitchen, attempting to get a bit more beer for his already rather full cup. Ville is suddenly confused as to why on earth his shirt is wet. But his mind catches up quickly and recognizes the yeasty smell of beer on his poor t-shirt. Drenched. He sighs loudly, and Bam merely laughs and grabs onto his hand, leading him up the stairs, most likely (Ville assumes) to get a different shirt.
So there they stand awkwardly in Ville's bedroom, and Bam has to force himself to avert his eyes as the taller man quickly strips his beer-soaked shirt off his body.... and doesn't put a different one on. Bam swallows thickly and against all better judgement turns his head to stare at Ville, feeling his throat going dry. He can't help but eye the now somewhat wet line of hair leading down from Ville's navel to beneath the hem of his jeans. Bam steps closer, now merely a few inches away from Ville, and the raven stares down at him with a confused look in his eye. And Bam knows he shouldn't, they're somewhat drunk, and he knows he might end up being rejected, but he doesn't care; he doesn't stop himself as he lunges forward up into Ville, lacing his fingers into the ebony locks roughly, tightly, with assurance, and pulling himself up to Ville's lips with careless movements. They collide roughly, and he doesn't care, so long as Ville's lips are pressed against his; and to his surprise, Ville is kissing him back, prodding forcefully at Bam's lips with his tongue. Bam loses it; something in his brain short circuits and all he can think is Ville. With a sudden ounce of strength he pushes the singer backwards, slamming him strongly into the slightly cracked bedroom door, making it shut with a loud click.
Suddenly he can feel Ville's hands gripping his face. Firmly, but not roughly. And Bam loves it. He lets his hands slide down to Ville's waist and turns them around, not letting himself even lean against the wall as he pushes Ville backwards again, stumbling them towards the bed upon which they promptly collapse. Bam lets himself fold over Ville, and he's burning from the inside out, he can feel Ville's arms around his torso, his fingers pressing so hard into his back that Bam was sure he'd end up with bruises, and possibly even scratches, the next day. Ville's tongue prods at his and Bam takes it into his mouth, sucking on it hard.
He hardly has time to think, and their clothes are gone, and Ville is lying beneath him begging and pleading for "More, more, more". And Bam couldn't resist. He grabs a corner of Ville's black bed sheet and rips it hard, tearing off a decent sized strip; Ville always did need new sheets anyway. And the raven doesn't seem to care about the state of the fabric, so long as it would be near him soon. Bam knows Ville, even if they've never fooled around, knows what he wants, what he likes. He's flipping Ville over now, and Ville knows what's coming, as Bam slings the fabric over his head and slides it into Ville's mouth. The crow head bears his teeth around it; he resists, but he knows he loves it. Resistance is just part of the fun. He twitches and struggles as Bam ties the strip of fabric around his head, gagging him. He lets out a strained whimper. He's hard; he knows Bam is hard too. And all he can do is wait as suddenly Bam's got him on his hands and knees. He feels Bam's fingers dragging across his back, creating rough friction, and as he starts to cherish the feeling, there are suddenly stars behind his eyes as he feels Bam inside him. He grits his teeth and lets out a loud groan against the dark fabric pulling on the corners of his mouth. He loves it.
Bam is suddenly moving in and out of him and all he can manage to do is whimper and groan, and oh god, scream when he hits that spot. Bam's hand has moved to his shoulder and is pulling on it roughly to provide himself leverage, and Ville is sure that the skin may end up bruised tomorrow. He hopes it'll be in the shape of Bam's fingers. Still supporting himself on his right arm, Ville's left arm flings back and grabs onto Bam's thigh, pulling him deeper, further, more, yes, god more. And he feels as Bam leans forward, folding his chest over Ville's back and bites onto Ville's ear. Without hesitation, Bam forces the raven to crane his head so he can plant a bruising kiss on his constrained mouth. Ville lets out a guttural moan against Bam's lips and against his own black gag. And before he knows it, he's coming, hard and suddenly. And his body quivers and his arms threaten to give out. His entire body feels as if an electric current is flowing through every... single.... muscle. He loves it. Bam is still moving, and Ville can hardly even make noises anymore, until he feels Bam shaking, and quivering, and groaning Ville's name loudly.
They collapse forward and Bam stays inside Ville. The younger man's hand slips up and runs through Ville's hair, his fingers and hand quivering in exhaustion and relief. His fingers fiddle with the firm knot he'd tied in Ville's gag and it releases, and Ville spits it out slowly, the corners of his mouth red and his grin reminding Bam of a Chelsea Smile. As soon as he's spit out the fabric, he groans and mutters "Bam, Christ.".
[end]
Merry Smutmas! :)
REVIEWS PLEASE!
OH~ As a side note.
I'm actually in the process of organizing a potential sequel to Dyatlov Pass.
How many of you might be interested in reading a sequel?
Author: x_carnivale_x
Pairing: VAM.
Rating: NC17.
Prompts: drunk, bruises, bed sheets.
Summary: It's the middle of the party, and Ville has lost track of the time.
Author's Notes: So, I figured I hadn't posted some VAM much lately, I figured I'd contribute a bit of smut. :) This is actually written in present tense, which is something I don't delve into much, but I think it worked. Written with the above prompts. :) Hope you enjoy!
It's the middle of the party, and Ville has lost track of the time. Matter of fact, he's kind of sort of maybe just a little lost track of how many shots he's been taking. At least he knows he's still in his house, and he definitely still has his pants on. He exhales quickly, noticing the all too familiar feeling of his teeth numbing, a sure fire sign of slight inebriation. He licks his teeth quickly and stares down at the shot of Butter Schnapps in his hand. It smells delicious, but for some reason, a small spark of self-control ignites in the back of his head and he sets the glass down on the counter top. People flow in and out of the kitchen, some drunk enough to be roughly bumping into his body; he was at least sober enough to still be annoyed.
He glances up and there Bam is, staring down at him, his face slightly flushed and Ville notices that Bam too drags his tongue over his teeth. He wonders how many shots the skater has had; eh, he's pretty sure he's had more. Bam sends a questioning stare down at the full shot glass sitting on the counter - perhaps questioning as to why Ville hasn't consumed it, or perhaps questioning as to whether he could consume it. Ville leans forward on the counter and nods the shot away to Bam, but the American declines.
"What are you doing in here? Party's out there."
"Eh, I don't know, I'm not feeling it too much."
"Not feeling your own party? Good god, what has happened to Ville Valo?"
Ville laughs and smiles up at his friend, whose own gleaming teeth are bare and exposed, his dimples ever prominent and apparent. Ville suddenly feels Bam's hand on his back, rubbing up and down gently. Perhaps as an act of comfort, perhaps drunkenness; Ville wasn't sure.
"Ah, it's alright dude. Tell you the truth, aside from some booze, I'm not feeling it very much, either."
So they talk more. People still flow in and out of the kitchen, proceeding to bump into and graze the two men; but they ignore it. Chit-chatting idly and with somewhat slurred speech about Ville's upcoming shows and stupid stunts Bam had recently pulled. ...And how Bam wishes he and Ville could hang out more, cause they're both so busy. And Ville swallows thickly and smiles a nervous smile. He's suddenly reconsidering that shot. Why is he so nervous now?
Some piss-drunk guy that Ville is pretty sure he doesn't know stumbles into the kitchen, attempting to get a bit more beer for his already rather full cup. Ville is suddenly confused as to why on earth his shirt is wet. But his mind catches up quickly and recognizes the yeasty smell of beer on his poor t-shirt. Drenched. He sighs loudly, and Bam merely laughs and grabs onto his hand, leading him up the stairs, most likely (Ville assumes) to get a different shirt.
So there they stand awkwardly in Ville's bedroom, and Bam has to force himself to avert his eyes as the taller man quickly strips his beer-soaked shirt off his body.... and doesn't put a different one on. Bam swallows thickly and against all better judgement turns his head to stare at Ville, feeling his throat going dry. He can't help but eye the now somewhat wet line of hair leading down from Ville's navel to beneath the hem of his jeans. Bam steps closer, now merely a few inches away from Ville, and the raven stares down at him with a confused look in his eye. And Bam knows he shouldn't, they're somewhat drunk, and he knows he might end up being rejected, but he doesn't care; he doesn't stop himself as he lunges forward up into Ville, lacing his fingers into the ebony locks roughly, tightly, with assurance, and pulling himself up to Ville's lips with careless movements. They collide roughly, and he doesn't care, so long as Ville's lips are pressed against his; and to his surprise, Ville is kissing him back, prodding forcefully at Bam's lips with his tongue. Bam loses it; something in his brain short circuits and all he can think is Ville. With a sudden ounce of strength he pushes the singer backwards, slamming him strongly into the slightly cracked bedroom door, making it shut with a loud click.
Suddenly he can feel Ville's hands gripping his face. Firmly, but not roughly. And Bam loves it. He lets his hands slide down to Ville's waist and turns them around, not letting himself even lean against the wall as he pushes Ville backwards again, stumbling them towards the bed upon which they promptly collapse. Bam lets himself fold over Ville, and he's burning from the inside out, he can feel Ville's arms around his torso, his fingers pressing so hard into his back that Bam was sure he'd end up with bruises, and possibly even scratches, the next day. Ville's tongue prods at his and Bam takes it into his mouth, sucking on it hard.
He hardly has time to think, and their clothes are gone, and Ville is lying beneath him begging and pleading for "More, more, more". And Bam couldn't resist. He grabs a corner of Ville's black bed sheet and rips it hard, tearing off a decent sized strip; Ville always did need new sheets anyway. And the raven doesn't seem to care about the state of the fabric, so long as it would be near him soon. Bam knows Ville, even if they've never fooled around, knows what he wants, what he likes. He's flipping Ville over now, and Ville knows what's coming, as Bam slings the fabric over his head and slides it into Ville's mouth. The crow head bears his teeth around it; he resists, but he knows he loves it. Resistance is just part of the fun. He twitches and struggles as Bam ties the strip of fabric around his head, gagging him. He lets out a strained whimper. He's hard; he knows Bam is hard too. And all he can do is wait as suddenly Bam's got him on his hands and knees. He feels Bam's fingers dragging across his back, creating rough friction, and as he starts to cherish the feeling, there are suddenly stars behind his eyes as he feels Bam inside him. He grits his teeth and lets out a loud groan against the dark fabric pulling on the corners of his mouth. He loves it.
Bam is suddenly moving in and out of him and all he can manage to do is whimper and groan, and oh god, scream when he hits that spot. Bam's hand has moved to his shoulder and is pulling on it roughly to provide himself leverage, and Ville is sure that the skin may end up bruised tomorrow. He hopes it'll be in the shape of Bam's fingers. Still supporting himself on his right arm, Ville's left arm flings back and grabs onto Bam's thigh, pulling him deeper, further, more, yes, god more. And he feels as Bam leans forward, folding his chest over Ville's back and bites onto Ville's ear. Without hesitation, Bam forces the raven to crane his head so he can plant a bruising kiss on his constrained mouth. Ville lets out a guttural moan against Bam's lips and against his own black gag. And before he knows it, he's coming, hard and suddenly. And his body quivers and his arms threaten to give out. His entire body feels as if an electric current is flowing through every... single.... muscle. He loves it. Bam is still moving, and Ville can hardly even make noises anymore, until he feels Bam shaking, and quivering, and groaning Ville's name loudly.
They collapse forward and Bam stays inside Ville. The younger man's hand slips up and runs through Ville's hair, his fingers and hand quivering in exhaustion and relief. His fingers fiddle with the firm knot he'd tied in Ville's gag and it releases, and Ville spits it out slowly, the corners of his mouth red and his grin reminding Bam of a Chelsea Smile. As soon as he's spit out the fabric, he groans and mutters "Bam, Christ.".
[end]
Merry Smutmas! :)
REVIEWS PLEASE!
OH~ As a side note.
I'm actually in the process of organizing a potential sequel to Dyatlov Pass.
How many of you might be interested in reading a sequel?