Sigillum Diaboli
Title: Sigillum Diaboli (Chapter Three)
Author: sinsrose
Pairing: Vam
Rating: Rated PG-13- NC-17
Summary:
Brandon (Bam) Margera was an innocent average collage kid just trying to survive. This dreams have always been his personal dreams, sometimes he wonders if they are real or not. Sometimes he wakes up with markings on his skin, wounds he cannot place, and things he cant explain to the guys and his family even if he tried. His nightmares take a turn for a worse when he meets Ville Valo in a club one night, a finnish rock singer with a Wicked Game to play with him. One that might just might cost him his soul and what's left for his humanity.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bam, Ville or any of these characters, and please if you are these people hit the back button, it will save you from being horrorfied.
Warnings: Non-con (rape), Religious themes (angels & demons), eating disorders, thoughts of sucuide, sexual content bewteen males
The air in the club was a dry muggy sort of sticky heat. Music pulsed behind speakers, the music loud and heavy the beat thumping in the background as people moved. People could be seen dancing with one another, along with a few couples kissing against the wall of the club. Light flashed under the hypothetic lights, putting people in a trance under the flashing changing colored lights.
Bam exhaled a breath, watching as people came and left under the sea of people. It wasn’t the first time he had been to a club like this with Dunn. He rather enjoyed it, due to the lack of partying he got too due as a teen due to his harsh parents. He mummed softly, his fingers tapping against the side of his drink, which was a shot of whiskey straight up. He had discovered he loved whiskey real quick from Ryan when he started hanging around him.
The lights shifted in the club to a throbbing blue color, pulsing to the beat of the bass in the background. Bam could make out that Ryan was dancing with a chick, who knows whom but she was a petite little blonde with pink in her blonde hair. Bam could see him lean down whispering to the girl, she moved closer to him putting her arms around his neck, comfortable dancing that close. Bam closed his eyes letting the music run though his body, the beat, the pulse, everything.
“Are you just going to be a wallflower all night?” A heavily accented voice spoke to him; Bam turned his eyes half lidded taking in the voice that had gotten his attention.
Oceanic eyes met roguish jade ones, with a touch of another emotion. Dark locks framed over his pale skin, hair falling slightly into his face. His hair was short; it just barely got to the bottom of his neck. His locks hung out on the sides of his face, and were layered more towards the back. His pale pink rose like lips were parted slightly exhaling a breath. His body was thin on his actual frame such as his hips and chest, and his shoulders wide. Built like a female… Bam thought his eyes sweeping over him.
A tattoo trailing down his arm could be seen, it was a tangled mess that looked like thorns or something. Bam couldn’t really figure out what it was tattoo wise. A hint of another tattoo was ghosted when he moved slightly, his black muscle top lifting up slightly; his black skinny’s pressed against his skin. Then emerald eyed male ran a hand though his hair staring over Bam. “Something a matter, Kulta?” The word sent shivers down Bam’s spine upon hearing it. He didn’t even know why it did, it just did.
“I’m fine.” Bam murmured, his voice sounding quieter than normal.
The taller male looked over him briefly again, his eyes thinking, it seemed. “You seem so bored. What’s a pretty thing like you doing alone?” There it was again, that accent, he couldn’t place it and it made him weak at the knees for some reason. Bam wished at this point that Ryan was here.
“I’m with a friend.” Bam said in return, turning back to his half-finished whiskey.
“Ah.” The male said brushing his locks from his eyes again. “Even so, you are quite irresistible no?” The foreigner purred his eyes darting over Bam’s frame.
“Are you going to keep flirting with me all night?” Bam shot back, drowning his whiskey setting the empty cup back on the bar.
“Of course not, I’m only teasing you.” Again, whoever it was sounded too smug, way too smug for hardly knowing Bam at all. The foreign leaned over to Bam’s ear. Bam didn’t even realize he had moved closer to him, his breath was hot against the shell of his ear, as his breath hit it. “Then again, how long are you going to keep hiding in the closet.” The voice tickled the inside of his ear, bringing chills to his frame. The feeling, he couldn’t place. A pit of heat buried in his stomach.
Bam flinched, trying to distance himself from the taller male. He could feel his blood rushing though his veins, his body reacting in a way it hadn’t in a while. It was acting the way it had when he had first become friends with Ryan. His body had wanted more and acted on his impulses, him and Ryan both did some stupid choices but got over them and moved on, and were just very close friends now that helped one another out when they needed it. No hard feelings between them. But this, this was different.
It felt like… lust. Flat out stone cold lust. Bam could feel the heat flood his cheeks at the mere thought of the direction of where his thoughts were headed, some of them being desires of his. The Finnish male whispered into his ear again. “It can just be for tonight. No strings attached nothing more.” He whispered to Bam his voice sounding like honey, and temptation.
Bam bit his own lip nearly feeling more color rush to his cheeks at the mention. “I…” His voice was caught in his throat, his heart thumping loud in his chest.
“Bam, there you are…” Ryan’s voice trailed off and out of Bam’s hearing.
Bam didn’t focus on his friend; he was transfixed on the Finnish male that had just given him an offer. An offer he was about to say yes to even though he didn’t want to it was like his body had taken a mind of its own. The Finnish leaned over into his ear and muttered “What a shame, you can’t indulge in sin tonight. Perhaps next time...” Emerald eyes stared into his soul as he pulled away from the skin that felt hot were he had breathed on, hot like coals.
Bam shivered, and hardly could even focus as the male hurried away. It was only Ryan’s shaking of his shoulder that snapped him back into reality. “What?...”He muttered staring at where the other male had been.
“You weren’t listening again? I said we’re heading out, our curfew for our dorm is in an hour.” He murmured.
Bam as he left with Ryan could have sworn he felt two piercing eyes watching him as he left, making shivers go down his spine.
Author: sinsrose
Pairing: Vam
Rating: Rated PG-13- NC-17
Summary:
Brandon (Bam) Margera was an innocent average collage kid just trying to survive. This dreams have always been his personal dreams, sometimes he wonders if they are real or not. Sometimes he wakes up with markings on his skin, wounds he cannot place, and things he cant explain to the guys and his family even if he tried. His nightmares take a turn for a worse when he meets Ville Valo in a club one night, a finnish rock singer with a Wicked Game to play with him. One that might just might cost him his soul and what's left for his humanity.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bam, Ville or any of these characters, and please if you are these people hit the back button, it will save you from being horrorfied.
Warnings: Non-con (rape), Religious themes (angels & demons), eating disorders, thoughts of sucuide, sexual content bewteen males
The air in the club was a dry muggy sort of sticky heat. Music pulsed behind speakers, the music loud and heavy the beat thumping in the background as people moved. People could be seen dancing with one another, along with a few couples kissing against the wall of the club. Light flashed under the hypothetic lights, putting people in a trance under the flashing changing colored lights.
Bam exhaled a breath, watching as people came and left under the sea of people. It wasn’t the first time he had been to a club like this with Dunn. He rather enjoyed it, due to the lack of partying he got too due as a teen due to his harsh parents. He mummed softly, his fingers tapping against the side of his drink, which was a shot of whiskey straight up. He had discovered he loved whiskey real quick from Ryan when he started hanging around him.
The lights shifted in the club to a throbbing blue color, pulsing to the beat of the bass in the background. Bam could make out that Ryan was dancing with a chick, who knows whom but she was a petite little blonde with pink in her blonde hair. Bam could see him lean down whispering to the girl, she moved closer to him putting her arms around his neck, comfortable dancing that close. Bam closed his eyes letting the music run though his body, the beat, the pulse, everything.
“Are you just going to be a wallflower all night?” A heavily accented voice spoke to him; Bam turned his eyes half lidded taking in the voice that had gotten his attention.
Oceanic eyes met roguish jade ones, with a touch of another emotion. Dark locks framed over his pale skin, hair falling slightly into his face. His hair was short; it just barely got to the bottom of his neck. His locks hung out on the sides of his face, and were layered more towards the back. His pale pink rose like lips were parted slightly exhaling a breath. His body was thin on his actual frame such as his hips and chest, and his shoulders wide. Built like a female… Bam thought his eyes sweeping over him.
A tattoo trailing down his arm could be seen, it was a tangled mess that looked like thorns or something. Bam couldn’t really figure out what it was tattoo wise. A hint of another tattoo was ghosted when he moved slightly, his black muscle top lifting up slightly; his black skinny’s pressed against his skin. Then emerald eyed male ran a hand though his hair staring over Bam. “Something a matter, Kulta?” The word sent shivers down Bam’s spine upon hearing it. He didn’t even know why it did, it just did.
“I’m fine.” Bam murmured, his voice sounding quieter than normal.
The taller male looked over him briefly again, his eyes thinking, it seemed. “You seem so bored. What’s a pretty thing like you doing alone?” There it was again, that accent, he couldn’t place it and it made him weak at the knees for some reason. Bam wished at this point that Ryan was here.
“I’m with a friend.” Bam said in return, turning back to his half-finished whiskey.
“Ah.” The male said brushing his locks from his eyes again. “Even so, you are quite irresistible no?” The foreigner purred his eyes darting over Bam’s frame.
“Are you going to keep flirting with me all night?” Bam shot back, drowning his whiskey setting the empty cup back on the bar.
“Of course not, I’m only teasing you.” Again, whoever it was sounded too smug, way too smug for hardly knowing Bam at all. The foreign leaned over to Bam’s ear. Bam didn’t even realize he had moved closer to him, his breath was hot against the shell of his ear, as his breath hit it. “Then again, how long are you going to keep hiding in the closet.” The voice tickled the inside of his ear, bringing chills to his frame. The feeling, he couldn’t place. A pit of heat buried in his stomach.
Bam flinched, trying to distance himself from the taller male. He could feel his blood rushing though his veins, his body reacting in a way it hadn’t in a while. It was acting the way it had when he had first become friends with Ryan. His body had wanted more and acted on his impulses, him and Ryan both did some stupid choices but got over them and moved on, and were just very close friends now that helped one another out when they needed it. No hard feelings between them. But this, this was different.
It felt like… lust. Flat out stone cold lust. Bam could feel the heat flood his cheeks at the mere thought of the direction of where his thoughts were headed, some of them being desires of his. The Finnish male whispered into his ear again. “It can just be for tonight. No strings attached nothing more.” He whispered to Bam his voice sounding like honey, and temptation.
Bam bit his own lip nearly feeling more color rush to his cheeks at the mention. “I…” His voice was caught in his throat, his heart thumping loud in his chest.
“Bam, there you are…” Ryan’s voice trailed off and out of Bam’s hearing.
Bam didn’t focus on his friend; he was transfixed on the Finnish male that had just given him an offer. An offer he was about to say yes to even though he didn’t want to it was like his body had taken a mind of its own. The Finnish leaned over into his ear and muttered “What a shame, you can’t indulge in sin tonight. Perhaps next time...” Emerald eyes stared into his soul as he pulled away from the skin that felt hot were he had breathed on, hot like coals.
Bam shivered, and hardly could even focus as the male hurried away. It was only Ryan’s shaking of his shoulder that snapped him back into reality. “What?...”He muttered staring at where the other male had been.
“You weren’t listening again? I said we’re heading out, our curfew for our dorm is in an hour.” He murmured.
Bam as he left with Ryan could have sworn he felt two piercing eyes watching him as he left, making shivers go down his spine.