UPDATE: Physical Complexity, Chapter Four
Title: Physical Complexity
Author: xbrokendollzx
Summary: You can ignore it all you want, maybe even laugh at it because it sounds ridiculous, but you can't make the truth go away. Especially when it's nails are clawing down your back and it's bleeding you dry.
Pairing: Vam
Rating/Warnings: R, NC-17 in the later chapters. Contains Angst, M/M, Language, Smex, Violence and Humor. References to Alcoholism.
Disclaimer: Don't know, Don't own, and never happened. We're crossing our fingers.
“Lovers quarrel over?” Jess commented with a knowing grin, as Ville and Bam sat down at the kitchen table the next morning.
“Fuck off.” Bam groaned grabbing a plate and helping himself to a few pancakes and heaping scrambled eggs onto it.
Phil peered over his newspaper. “We could hear you two from all the way outside If we wanted to. What was that about anyway?”
“Nothing. Just a bit of a disagreement Bam and I were having. Then we got into a bit of a tussle, I‘m afraid.” Ville replied, winking at Bam.
“That’s code for, Bam was being an annoying prick.” Jess mumbled into his glass of orange juice, nearly dropping the entire thing when a pancake smacked him in the face.
“You little fuck face!”
Bam shrugged. “Don’t talk shit then.”
Jess grabbed a handful of eggs and flung them at his younger brother. “You just wait Bam. I am going to annihilate you in the fucking snow later.”
“Bring it on. You always gotta open your big ass mouth. Maybe you need me to take your ass down and teach you a lesson.”
“I ain’t into that. What, getting desperate because you pissed Ville off and he isn’t giving you any? Maybe if everyone in the house didn’t have to suffer because of you and your little boyfriend’s arguments-”
“SHUT THE HELL UP!” Bam yelled, blushing wildly. “Get out if you don’t like it!”
Jess smirked. “You didn’t deny it. The fan girls on those websites are gonna have a shit ton of ammo, creaming themselves-”
Bam shoved his chair back and stood up, rearing back with an intent to launch himself over the table and end his brother’s life, but was yanked back into his seat by Ville.
“Bam. Not at the table.” The skater mumbled and stabbed his pancake viciously with a fork, shoving it into his mouth. Abruptly he pointed the sticky fork at Jess. “Bitch, you’re next. This is war.”
“Too bad it ain’t Ville’s cock, huh?”
“Look pin dick-”
Ville sighed softly and held up his hands. “Children, really. I’m sure your mother didn’t slave over this lovely breakfast/dinner to hear her sons ranting at each other instead of enjoying it. I’d also appreciate it if mentions of my cock weren’t made either.”
“Thank you, Ville.” April said as she re entered the kitchen to make sure it was still in one piece. “You boys hear that? It’s called manners. You could learn a lot from him. Honestly hun, Don’t ask why these two had me make breakfast food at eight at night.”
Bam turned to Ville and pouted. “He said “cock!” Ape!” Bam whined earning a bunch of amused looks from his family members. “Show off. Turning Ape against me.” He nudged his thin thigh.
Ville’s fingers slipped through Bam’s messy curls affectionately. “Ah Bambi. You’ll always come first in your mother’s heart…she has put up with you for this long. If she wanted to conspire against you then I believe she would have all the right to.”
“Amen to that.” Ape snorted and began to clear the table of the empty syrup caked plates.
“Shit Ape if you’ve got it out for him, I want in. Bambi. Can you two be anymore homo?” Jess shook his head.
“Yes, actually.” Ville leaned into Jess’ space and his eyes glinted a bit as the other man pulled back, gripping the table nervously. “I could always lay your brother here on top of this table, and ravage his pretty little mouth until he can barely find the strength to even blink. That would certainly be very gay…wouldn’t it? I wont condemn you if you watch. According to those “Fiction sites” You’re into that type of thing.”
Jess gagged and squeezed his eyes shut, wishing he could pour bleach into his ear so that he could sanitize his brain. He tried to block the image out as best as he could. “You are warped.”
“I’ve been called worse, my dear.” Ville leaned back and munched on his specially made fresh strawberry covered pancake happily, trying his best not to snort when Jess looked down as he shoved his plate away, mumbling something about sick European fucks and losing his breakfast.
Bam wrinkled his nose . “What’s your deal?”
“Perhaps he’s feeling under the weather.”
Bam shrugged and picked up Jess’ plate, scraping the eggs on it onto his own “Well he’s assed out of these then.”
“Get your own.” Jess hissed, snatching his plate back.
“Greedy, greedy boy…ah.” Ville rolled his eyes and slipped his cell phone out of his pocket and checked it. “Linde. Excuse me everyone, I have to take this.”
“Let Blondie know I miss his ass.” Bam said around a mouthful of egg and pancake.
Ville nodded and leant down to peck him on the cheek, before exiting the kitchen. He flipped up his phone and pressed the talk button, automatically switching over to his mother tongue of Finnish.
“Hey, Lily. Don’t worry, I have not resorted to strangling myself with my microphone wire. Seppo has nothing to worry about.”
The blonde snickered lightly. “Of course, I’ll let him know. He’s been ranting and raving about your “idiotic” behavior ever since you gallivanted off to the states.”
“I was kidnapped actually. No ransom was made so I suppose I’m muffed.” Ville joked.
“We all sort of figured,” Linde admitted. “That’s why none of us have called, We know you are in good hands…you needed away from Finland ever since the…well.”
“Just say it, Lintti. I wont have a breakdown.” Ville took a seat on the bottom step of the staircase. “Yes though, it is nice to be able to clear my head a bit.”
“Hm, alright. How is Bam?”
“Bam is fine,” Ville examined his nails and grimaced at the dirt stuck under them. “He says hello.”
Linde cleared his throat a bit and muttered something to someone else in Finnish, making Ville narrow his eyebrows a bit. “You’ve been spending a lot of time with him, I see. Tell him hello from all of us.”
“Of course I’ve been spending time with hi-” He paused hearing another mutter from Linde’s end of the line. “Who are you talking to?”
“No one. We just wanted to know how you and Bam were getting along is all.”
“We’ve watched maybe a few movies or so. I watched him skate, painted a bit. We don’t do much because we don’t need to in order to enjoy one another’s company. I do think Bam is holding back on the partying because I’m here. His house can’t possibly always be this empty.”
“He does that for you? If that’s the case than he must really care about you being comfortable, that you enjoy your time with him.”
“Oh, he’s a regular host,” Ville deadpanned, missing the emphasis Linde put on the last two words completely. “Thank Ozzy he’s keeping Novak away for the moment. I don’t think I’m mentally prepared to see his bare ass and hairy balls hanging out.”
“That sounds terrible.”
“It’s…interesting, for lack of better word.” Ville chuckled. “Believe me Lily, that would be pretty low key compared to what goes on in this house at times…wait. Before you said “We.” Who the hell is we?”
“I said me. Anyhow, have fun in the states and take your time getting back. You do need a vacation because you’ve overworked yourself for ages. We‘re expecting you back no earlier than next month.”
“Lin-”
“I‘m sure Bam is wondering where you are by now. Go, go keep him entertained and call us later.”
Ville blinked when the line went dead and put it back into his pocket. He could have sworn that he heard his band mates chattering in the background. They were probably checking up on him because Seppo put them up to it. There was no reasoning with the old man. He would get all pissy and heated and start calling people “Ungrateful bastards” and “Mouthy little cunts,” Constantly reminding them that he was “Too old for this shit.”
Arguing with him made it even worse, which is why he had been screening his calls for the entire time. He didn’t even want to know what the voicemails he left sounded like. To clear his voice mail box he gave his phone to Bam, and had he and his maniac friends run through the messages to get a good laugh out of them. He was an amazing manager of course, but he could also pass as a stern and over attentive father. He himself seemed to be the one he was most concerned about in the first place. It irritated him to fucking death when he was treated like some incompetent child.
He was almost tempted to call one of them, to see if there was something going on but knowing them, they wouldn’t tell him. They were determined to keep him as far from work as possible which was perfectly fine with him since his mind was corrupted by some big chain wrapped cement block anyhow. He hoped that by the end of his mini sabbatical he would have something down in his notebook…but lately the only things he’d been working with was his sketchpads, and with one very specific subject.
Thank you for reading once again sweethearts. Drop a comment if you;d like and tell me if you didn't or did like this chapter. Confused? I''ll be happy to elaborate. <3 -B.D
Author: xbrokendollzx
Summary: You can ignore it all you want, maybe even laugh at it because it sounds ridiculous, but you can't make the truth go away. Especially when it's nails are clawing down your back and it's bleeding you dry.
Pairing: Vam
Rating/Warnings: R, NC-17 in the later chapters. Contains Angst, M/M, Language, Smex, Violence and Humor. References to Alcoholism.
Disclaimer: Don't know, Don't own, and never happened. We're crossing our fingers.
“Lovers quarrel over?” Jess commented with a knowing grin, as Ville and Bam sat down at the kitchen table the next morning.
“Fuck off.” Bam groaned grabbing a plate and helping himself to a few pancakes and heaping scrambled eggs onto it.
Phil peered over his newspaper. “We could hear you two from all the way outside If we wanted to. What was that about anyway?”
“Nothing. Just a bit of a disagreement Bam and I were having. Then we got into a bit of a tussle, I‘m afraid.” Ville replied, winking at Bam.
“That’s code for, Bam was being an annoying prick.” Jess mumbled into his glass of orange juice, nearly dropping the entire thing when a pancake smacked him in the face.
“You little fuck face!”
Bam shrugged. “Don’t talk shit then.”
Jess grabbed a handful of eggs and flung them at his younger brother. “You just wait Bam. I am going to annihilate you in the fucking snow later.”
“Bring it on. You always gotta open your big ass mouth. Maybe you need me to take your ass down and teach you a lesson.”
“I ain’t into that. What, getting desperate because you pissed Ville off and he isn’t giving you any? Maybe if everyone in the house didn’t have to suffer because of you and your little boyfriend’s arguments-”
“SHUT THE HELL UP!” Bam yelled, blushing wildly. “Get out if you don’t like it!”
Jess smirked. “You didn’t deny it. The fan girls on those websites are gonna have a shit ton of ammo, creaming themselves-”
Bam shoved his chair back and stood up, rearing back with an intent to launch himself over the table and end his brother’s life, but was yanked back into his seat by Ville.
“Bam. Not at the table.” The skater mumbled and stabbed his pancake viciously with a fork, shoving it into his mouth. Abruptly he pointed the sticky fork at Jess. “Bitch, you’re next. This is war.”
“Too bad it ain’t Ville’s cock, huh?”
“Look pin dick-”
Ville sighed softly and held up his hands. “Children, really. I’m sure your mother didn’t slave over this lovely breakfast/dinner to hear her sons ranting at each other instead of enjoying it. I’d also appreciate it if mentions of my cock weren’t made either.”
“Thank you, Ville.” April said as she re entered the kitchen to make sure it was still in one piece. “You boys hear that? It’s called manners. You could learn a lot from him. Honestly hun, Don’t ask why these two had me make breakfast food at eight at night.”
Bam turned to Ville and pouted. “He said “cock!” Ape!” Bam whined earning a bunch of amused looks from his family members. “Show off. Turning Ape against me.” He nudged his thin thigh.
Ville’s fingers slipped through Bam’s messy curls affectionately. “Ah Bambi. You’ll always come first in your mother’s heart…she has put up with you for this long. If she wanted to conspire against you then I believe she would have all the right to.”
“Amen to that.” Ape snorted and began to clear the table of the empty syrup caked plates.
“Shit Ape if you’ve got it out for him, I want in. Bambi. Can you two be anymore homo?” Jess shook his head.
“Yes, actually.” Ville leaned into Jess’ space and his eyes glinted a bit as the other man pulled back, gripping the table nervously. “I could always lay your brother here on top of this table, and ravage his pretty little mouth until he can barely find the strength to even blink. That would certainly be very gay…wouldn’t it? I wont condemn you if you watch. According to those “Fiction sites” You’re into that type of thing.”
Jess gagged and squeezed his eyes shut, wishing he could pour bleach into his ear so that he could sanitize his brain. He tried to block the image out as best as he could. “You are warped.”
“I’ve been called worse, my dear.” Ville leaned back and munched on his specially made fresh strawberry covered pancake happily, trying his best not to snort when Jess looked down as he shoved his plate away, mumbling something about sick European fucks and losing his breakfast.
Bam wrinkled his nose . “What’s your deal?”
“Perhaps he’s feeling under the weather.”
Bam shrugged and picked up Jess’ plate, scraping the eggs on it onto his own “Well he’s assed out of these then.”
“Get your own.” Jess hissed, snatching his plate back.
“Greedy, greedy boy…ah.” Ville rolled his eyes and slipped his cell phone out of his pocket and checked it. “Linde. Excuse me everyone, I have to take this.”
“Let Blondie know I miss his ass.” Bam said around a mouthful of egg and pancake.
Ville nodded and leant down to peck him on the cheek, before exiting the kitchen. He flipped up his phone and pressed the talk button, automatically switching over to his mother tongue of Finnish.
“Hey, Lily. Don’t worry, I have not resorted to strangling myself with my microphone wire. Seppo has nothing to worry about.”
The blonde snickered lightly. “Of course, I’ll let him know. He’s been ranting and raving about your “idiotic” behavior ever since you gallivanted off to the states.”
“I was kidnapped actually. No ransom was made so I suppose I’m muffed.” Ville joked.
“We all sort of figured,” Linde admitted. “That’s why none of us have called, We know you are in good hands…you needed away from Finland ever since the…well.”
“Just say it, Lintti. I wont have a breakdown.” Ville took a seat on the bottom step of the staircase. “Yes though, it is nice to be able to clear my head a bit.”
“Hm, alright. How is Bam?”
“Bam is fine,” Ville examined his nails and grimaced at the dirt stuck under them. “He says hello.”
Linde cleared his throat a bit and muttered something to someone else in Finnish, making Ville narrow his eyebrows a bit. “You’ve been spending a lot of time with him, I see. Tell him hello from all of us.”
“Of course I’ve been spending time with hi-” He paused hearing another mutter from Linde’s end of the line. “Who are you talking to?”
“No one. We just wanted to know how you and Bam were getting along is all.”
“We’ve watched maybe a few movies or so. I watched him skate, painted a bit. We don’t do much because we don’t need to in order to enjoy one another’s company. I do think Bam is holding back on the partying because I’m here. His house can’t possibly always be this empty.”
“He does that for you? If that’s the case than he must really care about you being comfortable, that you enjoy your time with him.”
“Oh, he’s a regular host,” Ville deadpanned, missing the emphasis Linde put on the last two words completely. “Thank Ozzy he’s keeping Novak away for the moment. I don’t think I’m mentally prepared to see his bare ass and hairy balls hanging out.”
“That sounds terrible.”
“It’s…interesting, for lack of better word.” Ville chuckled. “Believe me Lily, that would be pretty low key compared to what goes on in this house at times…wait. Before you said “We.” Who the hell is we?”
“I said me. Anyhow, have fun in the states and take your time getting back. You do need a vacation because you’ve overworked yourself for ages. We‘re expecting you back no earlier than next month.”
“Lin-”
“I‘m sure Bam is wondering where you are by now. Go, go keep him entertained and call us later.”
Ville blinked when the line went dead and put it back into his pocket. He could have sworn that he heard his band mates chattering in the background. They were probably checking up on him because Seppo put them up to it. There was no reasoning with the old man. He would get all pissy and heated and start calling people “Ungrateful bastards” and “Mouthy little cunts,” Constantly reminding them that he was “Too old for this shit.”
Arguing with him made it even worse, which is why he had been screening his calls for the entire time. He didn’t even want to know what the voicemails he left sounded like. To clear his voice mail box he gave his phone to Bam, and had he and his maniac friends run through the messages to get a good laugh out of them. He was an amazing manager of course, but he could also pass as a stern and over attentive father. He himself seemed to be the one he was most concerned about in the first place. It irritated him to fucking death when he was treated like some incompetent child.
He was almost tempted to call one of them, to see if there was something going on but knowing them, they wouldn’t tell him. They were determined to keep him as far from work as possible which was perfectly fine with him since his mind was corrupted by some big chain wrapped cement block anyhow. He hoped that by the end of his mini sabbatical he would have something down in his notebook…but lately the only things he’d been working with was his sketchpads, and with one very specific subject.
Thank you for reading once again sweethearts. Drop a comment if you;d like and tell me if you didn't or did like this chapter. Confused? I''ll be happy to elaborate. <3 -B.D