An Eye for Beauty [7a/?]
Title: An Eye for Beauty [7a/?]
Author: sadeinightshade
Rating: NC-17
Primary Pairing: Linbu
Secondary Pairing(s): Vam
Minor Pairing(s): Tiny bit of Minde; Burton/Jonne; Surprise
Summary: Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Sometimes that eye needs to be opened.
Notes: I am so sorry this has taken so long, but I have finally found my road block. I’m also sorry it’s so fuckin’ short for something that took so long.
Dedication: To elterriblefizzy, for entertaining the simple notion that Burton must be a porn star. A late night phone call can do a lot for a slasher in need.
Disclaimer: I own no-one in this story. The premise of the story can be accredited to elterriblefizzy. The only thing that I own is the story itself and anyone that you truly don’t recognize (not sure that’ll happen, though). It is, of course, not intended to mar the reputations of any of the parties involved, so no disrespect if they ever get a hold of it. I don’t know them, can’t own them, and I make no money from any of this, so don’t sue.
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“Oh, no,” breathed Jonne, staring just as blankly at Bam as Migé was. Ville, for once, looked confused. “This is insanity. You cannot add him to the cast!”
Bam’s eyebrow quirked upward and he stared dully at Jonne, head in his hand. “And why nod?” he asked.
“He and Burton have a sort of love-hate relationship,” Migé chanced, clearing his throat.
“And the chances of them fucking or killing each other are…?”
“Fifty-fifty, but it’s the same thing,” Jonne put in. “Bam, you can’t do this to them. It’s not fair!”
“This might be what they need,” Ville murmured. “How much of a difficulty will this pose?”
Jonne and Migé’s stares then were both somehow blank and intense. Ville looked over at Bam, whose lips curled up into a sly smile.
“Perfect,” he said in a low voice that made Ville shiver.
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Jyrki Linnankivi-most commonly known as Jyrki69-was, no doubt, a troublemaker at large. Jyrki was anything but blind. He was hardly deaf. He was anything but innocent. He was certainly not naïve. He just had some bad habits, he would say. Everyone had bad habits. His were just perfect for some upcoming scenes.
His lips curled into a wry smile the moment he laid eyes on a bristling Jonne. The little blonde never had liked him and he wasn’t entirely too sure that he liked him either, but he was easy. He could play the boy like a harp. It was no surprise when he greeted Jonne coolly, only to receive a good lungful of smoke in reply. He coughed. Jyrki didn’t smoke. Jonne knew this and therefore smirked before he walked away. Jonne only really had that on him.
Yes, Jyrki could have done without having Jonne on set or anywhere near him, for that matter. That smoke cloud alone would begin another bout of rivalry, another clash, but it wasn’t as though Jyrki didn’t enjoy outdoing the boy, among other things. He did have more experience in the business than Jonne and held that high above his head. He was even more experienced than Burton and he smirked when he saw him.
Burton, however, tensed the moment he recognized the man. He no doubt gave a second blonde, a rather pretty thing with long blonde dreadlocks, a very stiff “Excuse me” and stormed off to talk to Bam.
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Linde was completely and utterly confused and froze when someone tapped him lightly on the shoulder. It wasn’t Jonne, he knew. Jonne probably would have leapt onto his back and not let go for a while. It was too light to have been Migé’s heavy hand, Ville’s shoulder squeeze, or even Bam’s clap on the back. Burton was to the point then that he would have simply kissed him on the cheek to indicate his return. No, this was someone different and, when he turned to look, someone that he had seen before only in film.
His eyes widened at the sight of this lovely black-haired man. He was no Burton, but he was pretty. Linde swallowed after a moment. He couldn’t help it. Here he was, faced with another familiar stranger, but the want to lunge at him like he had wanted to Burton all those weeks ago, he wanted nothing more than to escape Jyrki. There was something in his eyes that he didn’t like at all. He didn’t enjoy being scrutinized that way.
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Jonne, always the observer, literally twitched after so long of Jyrki watching an increasingly nervous Linde. They had just gotten him out of that. Jyrki was always good at making people feel insecure. He growled and then drew himself up before he wiped the anger off of his face and approached the pair.
“Excuse me, Jyrki,” he said with particular emphasis on the older man’s name, “but we have to talk.”
Immediately, Jonne took hold of Linde’s sweaty hand and tugged him away, well aware of Jyrki’s smoldering blue eyes following them. He probably had that smirk on his face, too, the one that made Jonne want to punch him in the mouth. He knew well how to pick his fights, however, and there were two problems with starting one with Jyrki. First, they were on set. Second? Jyrki just plain frightened him. He was bigger than Jonne, stronger, and more powerful in this industry of theirs.
Somehow Jonne knew that Jyrki held little sway over Bam, however. That thought made him smirk, but it faded with a thought.
“Always the villain,” Jonne murmured, “even in the real world.”
He could feel Linde staring at him then and soon another pair of eyes watching. He was relieved to see Burton when he looked up and so was Linde, by the feel of things, for he drew away to embrace what Jonne knew would be a very, very tense Burton.
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He felt the way Linde began to tremble in his arms. Jyrki had a way of stripping down barriers. He’d done it to him and proceeded to do it to Jonne, though Jonne had a fair warning. After all, Burton looked out for his friends if he could, even in that dog-eat-dog world of pornography. Now he was doing it to Linde-his Linde. It was a shame that he couldn’t be everywhere Linde was or that Jyrki frightened and disgusted Jonne to the point that he had no wish to even do a scene with him.
Jyrki was a sadist, nothing more and nothing less, loyal only to himself and a select few. He was Burton’s opposite in many ways and one of the few that he’d ever taken a hand to, on set or off, and that had led to things that Burton might forever regret. He knew how to press just the right buttons. He was pushing them then-banging on buttons and snipping wires-and looking quite pleased with himself.
Burton loathed that smug bastard. Most of him did, at least. There was a tiny part of him that actually liked the man, but its little cries were tamped down and by anger.
He could only hope that it wouldn’t escalate into what it usually did. Not now. Not ever, if he could help it. Part of him knew that it would. The rest fought it.
“I’m going out for a smoke,” Jonne announced, cutting through the silence, but certainly not the tension. “Are you coming, Mikko?”
Linde looked up at Burton, who managed a very tense smile and whispered, “Go with him. It’s probably best right now.”
Linde nodded and quickly followed Jonne while Burton folded his arms and stared hard at Jyrki. He was quickly reminded that eye contact was his worse enemy and focused elsewhere. Jyrki chuckled softly. It seemed to be his mission in life to make everyone he came across nervous in some way.
“I was never told that you would be here,” growled Burton, no more relaxed than a moment ago.
“It was a very sudden decision, Janne,” Jyrki purred.
Goosebumps rose on Burton’s skin and his stare immediately became a glare; “I never gave you permission to use my name.”
“Oh, I don’t need permission,” the other smiled.
Burton hated that smile. It had a manic quality to it. It was no wonder he didn’t often smile. He didn’t want the world to see what an utter madman he was behind closed doors.
“So, who was that, Janne?” he teased. “Finally found a boyfriend? Is that it?”
Burton remained silent, his gaze blank, but that didn’t work on Jyrki, so eventually he said, quite coldly, “Leave him out of this.”
“Oh, you did!” Jyrki laughed suddenly.
He hated that laugh, too. Anything that made Jyrki laugh or smile, he hated. He gritted his teeth and knew that Jyrki was filing away even that bit of information. Burton had found something special and Jyrki intended to ruin it. That was always the way it went-always-and he knew how to break down Burton’s barriers. Burton knew one thing, however. There was at least one barrier that wouldn’t be brought down by Jyrki.
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“I don’t know what Bam was thinking, but I could kill him right now,” Jonne ranted, pacing and lighting a second cigarette. Linde had one dangling between his trembling fingers-his first one. “He could have used anyone else and he picks this asshole! You’d better watch him. He makes horrible things happen to good people.”
Linde just watched the young actor continue to pace and smoke while his cigarette burned out. He’d only taken a few drags before he began ignoring it. His mind seemed to be working out those horrible scenarios. But it wouldn’t be Burton’s fault…would it? He inhaled slowly and then lay back on the marble railing, folding his arms over his chest. He was still trembling, still nervous. Just from the way Jyrki was looking at him, he knew that something was going to happen-something he most certainly wouldn’t like.
When he looked inside, his stomach clenched. The two had vanished from the lobby.
Author: sadeinightshade
Rating: NC-17
Primary Pairing: Linbu
Secondary Pairing(s): Vam
Minor Pairing(s): Tiny bit of Minde; Burton/Jonne; Surprise
Summary: Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Sometimes that eye needs to be opened.
Notes: I am so sorry this has taken so long, but I have finally found my road block. I’m also sorry it’s so fuckin’ short for something that took so long.
Dedication: To elterriblefizzy, for entertaining the simple notion that Burton must be a porn star. A late night phone call can do a lot for a slasher in need.
Disclaimer: I own no-one in this story. The premise of the story can be accredited to elterriblefizzy. The only thing that I own is the story itself and anyone that you truly don’t recognize (not sure that’ll happen, though). It is, of course, not intended to mar the reputations of any of the parties involved, so no disrespect if they ever get a hold of it. I don’t know them, can’t own them, and I make no money from any of this, so don’t sue.
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“Oh, no,” breathed Jonne, staring just as blankly at Bam as Migé was. Ville, for once, looked confused. “This is insanity. You cannot add him to the cast!”
Bam’s eyebrow quirked upward and he stared dully at Jonne, head in his hand. “And why nod?” he asked.
“He and Burton have a sort of love-hate relationship,” Migé chanced, clearing his throat.
“And the chances of them fucking or killing each other are…?”
“Fifty-fifty, but it’s the same thing,” Jonne put in. “Bam, you can’t do this to them. It’s not fair!”
“This might be what they need,” Ville murmured. “How much of a difficulty will this pose?”
Jonne and Migé’s stares then were both somehow blank and intense. Ville looked over at Bam, whose lips curled up into a sly smile.
“Perfect,” he said in a low voice that made Ville shiver.
--
Jyrki Linnankivi-most commonly known as Jyrki69-was, no doubt, a troublemaker at large. Jyrki was anything but blind. He was hardly deaf. He was anything but innocent. He was certainly not naïve. He just had some bad habits, he would say. Everyone had bad habits. His were just perfect for some upcoming scenes.
His lips curled into a wry smile the moment he laid eyes on a bristling Jonne. The little blonde never had liked him and he wasn’t entirely too sure that he liked him either, but he was easy. He could play the boy like a harp. It was no surprise when he greeted Jonne coolly, only to receive a good lungful of smoke in reply. He coughed. Jyrki didn’t smoke. Jonne knew this and therefore smirked before he walked away. Jonne only really had that on him.
Yes, Jyrki could have done without having Jonne on set or anywhere near him, for that matter. That smoke cloud alone would begin another bout of rivalry, another clash, but it wasn’t as though Jyrki didn’t enjoy outdoing the boy, among other things. He did have more experience in the business than Jonne and held that high above his head. He was even more experienced than Burton and he smirked when he saw him.
Burton, however, tensed the moment he recognized the man. He no doubt gave a second blonde, a rather pretty thing with long blonde dreadlocks, a very stiff “Excuse me” and stormed off to talk to Bam.
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Linde was completely and utterly confused and froze when someone tapped him lightly on the shoulder. It wasn’t Jonne, he knew. Jonne probably would have leapt onto his back and not let go for a while. It was too light to have been Migé’s heavy hand, Ville’s shoulder squeeze, or even Bam’s clap on the back. Burton was to the point then that he would have simply kissed him on the cheek to indicate his return. No, this was someone different and, when he turned to look, someone that he had seen before only in film.
His eyes widened at the sight of this lovely black-haired man. He was no Burton, but he was pretty. Linde swallowed after a moment. He couldn’t help it. Here he was, faced with another familiar stranger, but the want to lunge at him like he had wanted to Burton all those weeks ago, he wanted nothing more than to escape Jyrki. There was something in his eyes that he didn’t like at all. He didn’t enjoy being scrutinized that way.
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Jonne, always the observer, literally twitched after so long of Jyrki watching an increasingly nervous Linde. They had just gotten him out of that. Jyrki was always good at making people feel insecure. He growled and then drew himself up before he wiped the anger off of his face and approached the pair.
“Excuse me, Jyrki,” he said with particular emphasis on the older man’s name, “but we have to talk.”
Immediately, Jonne took hold of Linde’s sweaty hand and tugged him away, well aware of Jyrki’s smoldering blue eyes following them. He probably had that smirk on his face, too, the one that made Jonne want to punch him in the mouth. He knew well how to pick his fights, however, and there were two problems with starting one with Jyrki. First, they were on set. Second? Jyrki just plain frightened him. He was bigger than Jonne, stronger, and more powerful in this industry of theirs.
Somehow Jonne knew that Jyrki held little sway over Bam, however. That thought made him smirk, but it faded with a thought.
“Always the villain,” Jonne murmured, “even in the real world.”
He could feel Linde staring at him then and soon another pair of eyes watching. He was relieved to see Burton when he looked up and so was Linde, by the feel of things, for he drew away to embrace what Jonne knew would be a very, very tense Burton.
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He felt the way Linde began to tremble in his arms. Jyrki had a way of stripping down barriers. He’d done it to him and proceeded to do it to Jonne, though Jonne had a fair warning. After all, Burton looked out for his friends if he could, even in that dog-eat-dog world of pornography. Now he was doing it to Linde-his Linde. It was a shame that he couldn’t be everywhere Linde was or that Jyrki frightened and disgusted Jonne to the point that he had no wish to even do a scene with him.
Jyrki was a sadist, nothing more and nothing less, loyal only to himself and a select few. He was Burton’s opposite in many ways and one of the few that he’d ever taken a hand to, on set or off, and that had led to things that Burton might forever regret. He knew how to press just the right buttons. He was pushing them then-banging on buttons and snipping wires-and looking quite pleased with himself.
Burton loathed that smug bastard. Most of him did, at least. There was a tiny part of him that actually liked the man, but its little cries were tamped down and by anger.
He could only hope that it wouldn’t escalate into what it usually did. Not now. Not ever, if he could help it. Part of him knew that it would. The rest fought it.
“I’m going out for a smoke,” Jonne announced, cutting through the silence, but certainly not the tension. “Are you coming, Mikko?”
Linde looked up at Burton, who managed a very tense smile and whispered, “Go with him. It’s probably best right now.”
Linde nodded and quickly followed Jonne while Burton folded his arms and stared hard at Jyrki. He was quickly reminded that eye contact was his worse enemy and focused elsewhere. Jyrki chuckled softly. It seemed to be his mission in life to make everyone he came across nervous in some way.
“I was never told that you would be here,” growled Burton, no more relaxed than a moment ago.
“It was a very sudden decision, Janne,” Jyrki purred.
Goosebumps rose on Burton’s skin and his stare immediately became a glare; “I never gave you permission to use my name.”
“Oh, I don’t need permission,” the other smiled.
Burton hated that smile. It had a manic quality to it. It was no wonder he didn’t often smile. He didn’t want the world to see what an utter madman he was behind closed doors.
“So, who was that, Janne?” he teased. “Finally found a boyfriend? Is that it?”
Burton remained silent, his gaze blank, but that didn’t work on Jyrki, so eventually he said, quite coldly, “Leave him out of this.”
“Oh, you did!” Jyrki laughed suddenly.
He hated that laugh, too. Anything that made Jyrki laugh or smile, he hated. He gritted his teeth and knew that Jyrki was filing away even that bit of information. Burton had found something special and Jyrki intended to ruin it. That was always the way it went-always-and he knew how to break down Burton’s barriers. Burton knew one thing, however. There was at least one barrier that wouldn’t be brought down by Jyrki.
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“I don’t know what Bam was thinking, but I could kill him right now,” Jonne ranted, pacing and lighting a second cigarette. Linde had one dangling between his trembling fingers-his first one. “He could have used anyone else and he picks this asshole! You’d better watch him. He makes horrible things happen to good people.”
Linde just watched the young actor continue to pace and smoke while his cigarette burned out. He’d only taken a few drags before he began ignoring it. His mind seemed to be working out those horrible scenarios. But it wouldn’t be Burton’s fault…would it? He inhaled slowly and then lay back on the marble railing, folding his arms over his chest. He was still trembling, still nervous. Just from the way Jyrki was looking at him, he knew that something was going to happen-something he most certainly wouldn’t like.
When he looked inside, his stomach clenched. The two had vanished from the lobby.