Of Things Dark and Macabre
Title: Of Things Dark and Macabre
Chapter: 7
Fandom: Jackass/Viva La Bam/HIM AU
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ville/Bam
Warning: Mentions of necrophilia...
Disclaimer: Fiction, it‘s a way of life.
Word Count: 1776
Summary: Bam’s a mortician for the family business Margera & Sons... his life changes one day when one Ville Valo visits their funeral home...
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6
Ville woke with a feeling that someone was watching him. Starting awake, he looked around the room. Frowning, he noted that the band had somehow migrated into the room in various states of dress and undress. A quick grab to ensure that his bits weren’t exposed and Ville glanced over to the other bed to find Bam sitting cross-legged in his boxers with the room phone to his ear. Linde smirked at Ville’s almost exposed hips and Bam’s near naked state, Ville was about to hassle him about wandering eyes when Bam’s conversation hit his ears.
“Rake, it’s okay. Just finish filling the abdominal cavity… I know the ribs are… dented. You can reconstruct them, they’ll be under the shirt for the viewing.” No wonder Gas looked like he was about to pass out. “Jesse isn’t going to fire you… I just put a new box in the cupboard… second one to the right…” Bam sighed loudly. “Suture it if it leaks…”
His eyes widening with each detailed description falling from Bam’s lips, Gas stumbled and sat on the edge of the bed; leaning forward and breathing heavy. Bam noticed. He pointed at him and raised at eyebrow at Ville. “Squeamish…” Ville mouthed.
“Oh. Hey, Rake… I got to go… but call that number I gave you if you need anything else.” He hung up and looked over at Gas. “You okay, man?”
“No…”
“You going to be able to manage being on set today then?”
“Fuck…” Gas grumbled.
Ville found his voice. “Filling the abdominal cavity…?” He squeaked and placed a hand over his stomach.
His face betraying his disgust, Bam nodded. “It’s the fucking worst thing ever, dude… don’t even ask about it…” He held a hand over his mouth at the thought, and without warning jumped up and ran to the bathroom.
Behind closed door all of them heard him wretch and the vomit splashing in the toilet water. Gas groaned and fell back on the bed beside Ville. “He does that one more time… I’m going to throw up too…” he moaned.
A few moments later, Bam stepped out of the bathroom. “Sorry…”
Ville frowned at him. “That’s what four times in 2-3 days?”
Staring at him, Bam’s startled. He nodded as he offered Gas a wet washcloth. “Here…”
Burton bounced on his heels. “So, what’s the word, Ville?”
Turning to look at Bam, Ville spoke. “Up for a day at the office with these assholes?” Bam shrunk at the attention upon realizing they were all waiting on him to make the call. Ville continued when he didn’t answer. “If you’re still feeling kinda shitty… we could just hang out here… get some room service… watch the television…”
“Nah… I’m good… kinda of excited to talk to the cameramen again…”
Ville nodded at Burton. “We’re good to go then… call Seppo and Mikko and let them know we’ll be over within the hour.” The band members filed out of the room.
“You were gonna call off filming for me?”
“Yeah…”
“Why ?”
“Everyone needs a day off even you…”
“But…”
“But nothing… now c’mere…” Bam climbed into his arms, smiling as Ville tipped his chin until their faces met. With a quick tap on Bam’s nose with his thumb, and Ville darted his tongue over his lips. “Last night was great… I’m sorry you had such an awful wake up call…” Shock fluttered over Bam’s face. Quickly pushing it aside he attacked Ville’s bottom lip; sucking it gently between his teeth before deepening the kiss. Ville’s hands found their way around Bam’s hips and into his boxers.
Suddenly the door opened and Burton re-entered the room holding his mobile out about a foot in front of him. His eyes widened upon seeing Bam and Ville’s form wrapped around each other and their lips locked together. He cleared his throat and held the phone in Ville’s direction. An angry voice can be heard on the other end.
Burying his face in Ville’s shoulder in embarrassment, Bam sighed. Ville rubbed his back and grinned before taking the mobile from Burton’s hand. “I tried to tell him…” Burton mouthed before stepping back to sit on the other bed.” Cautiously, Ville held the phone to his ear.
“I just called the Margera Funeral Home… and Bam’s not there… we start shooting in less than an hour… and he’s not here yet… what kind of a flake did you hire?!”
Ville coughed at the yelling and quickly jumped to Bam’s defense. “He’s here at the hotel.”
“What is he doing at the hotel… Ville please tell me you didn’t…”
Shaking his head in aggravation when Seppo started his don’t-sleep-with-the-help rant, Ville grew angrier by the second. At this point Bam’s stopped hiding and was looking at the phone with something akin to horror etched on his face. Ville sighed when he couldn’t get a word in edgewise and Bam was going to take Seppo’s words so very wrong . Before either men could stop him, Bam grabbed the phone and put it up to his ear. “Seppo.”
Seppo stopped mid rant. “Who is this?”
“Bam Margera.” The line went silent. “We’ll be onset in an hour. The crew will have to set up the cameras and lighting. I’ll start the band’s make up while they are doing that and be finished by the first sound check, alright?”
“Fine. See you in an hour.”
Bam hung up the phone and handed it back to Burton who’s looked at him rather impressed. “Ville, your boyfriend just finished a call with Seppo in record time…”
Giggling, Ville reached for Bam and pulled him back down on top of him. “Baby, that was fucking hot… you taking charge like that…” He nipped at Bam’s chin.
Burton groaned and made a dash for the door. “One hour, you two… we have to be onset in ONE hour.”
Whispering in Ville’s ear, Bam’s voice was husky as he asked. “Can I jerk you off again?” Ville whimpered and nodded reverently. He moaned low at Bam’s tentative touch which soon transformed into an unrelenting pull of his fist. Dragging Bam into another kiss, he literally breathed through him when he cried out as he came. A devious smile spreading across his face, Ville snaked his hand down the front of Bam’s boxers.
***
“Where the hell is the hand-held?!” Mikko yelled.
Bam grabbed Ville’s arm. “In our room!” He mouthed. Ville shushed him and made eyes at Burton who was quick to step up and claim it was his fault. Moving to argue, Bam looked at Ville confused when he grabbed his arm and shook his head.
“Don’t worry about it… I asked him to…”
“Why…”
“We all need our privacy… and after this morning with Seppo… I thought you could use yours.”
Eyes squinted in confusion, Bam followed Ville to the dressing room to find Linde. There were so many little things that had happened over the last couple days. He was glad when the cameras started rolling and he was left with his thoughts once more. He’d almost hit Ville last night… Bam couldn’t help but let the memory of Ryan’s face bearing the discolored flesh of one of Bam’s many weeks gone wrong. His heart skipped a beat. Shit. He’d left his pills at home, and there was no way he could run and get them. Fuck. His bottom lip white between his teeth, Bam begged silently for nothing to happen today.
The whir of film and the methodical filming of each and every scene lulled Bam into a semi-relaxed state. He only caught himself twice smirking at Ville remembering their recent activities. Seppo’s comment about sleeping with the help haunted him however. It would be awful to have to confess that to Ryan, especially after all that his friend had done to help the two of them.
The filming went by rather quickly by the first days standards and they actually left the set while it was still light outside. The band and Bam were walking past a stair well on the way to the car when Bam and Ville were abruptly knocked over by a flying body. Ville was stilled dazed when he sat up. He was shocked to see Bam’s arm around the kid’s shoulder. And even more surprised to hear the excitement in his voice.
“Did you just take that rail?!” The kid’s friends were gathering around them. “That was fucking awesome! What kind of foot work did you do to get the air?!”
Clearly Ville wasn’t the only one reeling from Bam’s reaction. “You skate?!” The kid exclaimed.
“Hells, yes! Well… I use to… haven’t since college.”
The kid picked up his board. “You should do it again… they just opened a park over on Madison…”
Bam nodded enthusiastically. “I’ll have to do that…” He glanced over at the band before turning back to the kid. “Later…”
“Later…” As they approach the band’s car, Bam noticed Ville eyeing him. “What?”
“You use to skate?”
Blushing Bam nodded. “Yeah… I use to compete.”
Ville stopped in his tracks. “You’re kidding…”
“Uh, no.”
“Why’d you quit?”
Bam’s shoulders slumped. “I left for school… I didn’t have the time or energy after all the damn restorative arts labs…”
Openly awed at Bam’s openness in front of the band, Ville could only reply with, “Oh.”
Quick to change the subject, Bam addressed the band as a whole. “Hey, I know tomorrow’s only stock footage of the set and editing… but do you think Mikko would mind if I hung out on set again?”
Ville wrapped an arm around Bam’s shoulder and nodded his head. “We can always claim we needed you to look at the set again…” He winked.
***
That evening Bam and Ville were stretched out side by side on a hotel bed sipping beer and taking the piss out on the television. Bam was giggling loudly at the ridiculousness of some random commercial when Ville poked his shoulder gently. A smile still spread over his lips, he turned to him. “Yeah?” Their eyes met and Bam had to hold back a flinch at the earnest glimmer in Ville’s gaze.
“When did you change from the stuttering kid that did my make-up?” Ville inquired thoughtfully.
Looking remorsefully at the floor Bam confessed. “I forgot my meds at home today…”
Ville’s face softened. “This is how you are without it?”
“This is just day one… don’t worry I’ll take it tomorrow…” Bam assured him.
“When your are on set early with us?”
Cringing, Bam sighed. He’d forgotten about that. “Maybe we should stop by the funeral home tonight…”
“Don’t…”
Chapter 8
Chapter: 7
Fandom: Jackass/Viva La Bam/HIM AU
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ville/Bam
Warning: Mentions of necrophilia...
Disclaimer: Fiction, it‘s a way of life.
Word Count: 1776
Summary: Bam’s a mortician for the family business Margera & Sons... his life changes one day when one Ville Valo visits their funeral home...
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6
Ville woke with a feeling that someone was watching him. Starting awake, he looked around the room. Frowning, he noted that the band had somehow migrated into the room in various states of dress and undress. A quick grab to ensure that his bits weren’t exposed and Ville glanced over to the other bed to find Bam sitting cross-legged in his boxers with the room phone to his ear. Linde smirked at Ville’s almost exposed hips and Bam’s near naked state, Ville was about to hassle him about wandering eyes when Bam’s conversation hit his ears.
“Rake, it’s okay. Just finish filling the abdominal cavity… I know the ribs are… dented. You can reconstruct them, they’ll be under the shirt for the viewing.” No wonder Gas looked like he was about to pass out. “Jesse isn’t going to fire you… I just put a new box in the cupboard… second one to the right…” Bam sighed loudly. “Suture it if it leaks…”
His eyes widening with each detailed description falling from Bam’s lips, Gas stumbled and sat on the edge of the bed; leaning forward and breathing heavy. Bam noticed. He pointed at him and raised at eyebrow at Ville. “Squeamish…” Ville mouthed.
“Oh. Hey, Rake… I got to go… but call that number I gave you if you need anything else.” He hung up and looked over at Gas. “You okay, man?”
“No…”
“You going to be able to manage being on set today then?”
“Fuck…” Gas grumbled.
Ville found his voice. “Filling the abdominal cavity…?” He squeaked and placed a hand over his stomach.
His face betraying his disgust, Bam nodded. “It’s the fucking worst thing ever, dude… don’t even ask about it…” He held a hand over his mouth at the thought, and without warning jumped up and ran to the bathroom.
Behind closed door all of them heard him wretch and the vomit splashing in the toilet water. Gas groaned and fell back on the bed beside Ville. “He does that one more time… I’m going to throw up too…” he moaned.
A few moments later, Bam stepped out of the bathroom. “Sorry…”
Ville frowned at him. “That’s what four times in 2-3 days?”
Staring at him, Bam’s startled. He nodded as he offered Gas a wet washcloth. “Here…”
Burton bounced on his heels. “So, what’s the word, Ville?”
Turning to look at Bam, Ville spoke. “Up for a day at the office with these assholes?” Bam shrunk at the attention upon realizing they were all waiting on him to make the call. Ville continued when he didn’t answer. “If you’re still feeling kinda shitty… we could just hang out here… get some room service… watch the television…”
“Nah… I’m good… kinda of excited to talk to the cameramen again…”
Ville nodded at Burton. “We’re good to go then… call Seppo and Mikko and let them know we’ll be over within the hour.” The band members filed out of the room.
“You were gonna call off filming for me?”
“Yeah…”
“Why ?”
“Everyone needs a day off even you…”
“But…”
“But nothing… now c’mere…” Bam climbed into his arms, smiling as Ville tipped his chin until their faces met. With a quick tap on Bam’s nose with his thumb, and Ville darted his tongue over his lips. “Last night was great… I’m sorry you had such an awful wake up call…” Shock fluttered over Bam’s face. Quickly pushing it aside he attacked Ville’s bottom lip; sucking it gently between his teeth before deepening the kiss. Ville’s hands found their way around Bam’s hips and into his boxers.
Suddenly the door opened and Burton re-entered the room holding his mobile out about a foot in front of him. His eyes widened upon seeing Bam and Ville’s form wrapped around each other and their lips locked together. He cleared his throat and held the phone in Ville’s direction. An angry voice can be heard on the other end.
Burying his face in Ville’s shoulder in embarrassment, Bam sighed. Ville rubbed his back and grinned before taking the mobile from Burton’s hand. “I tried to tell him…” Burton mouthed before stepping back to sit on the other bed.” Cautiously, Ville held the phone to his ear.
“I just called the Margera Funeral Home… and Bam’s not there… we start shooting in less than an hour… and he’s not here yet… what kind of a flake did you hire?!”
Ville coughed at the yelling and quickly jumped to Bam’s defense. “He’s here at the hotel.”
“What is he doing at the hotel… Ville please tell me you didn’t…”
Shaking his head in aggravation when Seppo started his don’t-sleep-with-the-help rant, Ville grew angrier by the second. At this point Bam’s stopped hiding and was looking at the phone with something akin to horror etched on his face. Ville sighed when he couldn’t get a word in edgewise and Bam was going to take Seppo’s words so very wrong . Before either men could stop him, Bam grabbed the phone and put it up to his ear. “Seppo.”
Seppo stopped mid rant. “Who is this?”
“Bam Margera.” The line went silent. “We’ll be onset in an hour. The crew will have to set up the cameras and lighting. I’ll start the band’s make up while they are doing that and be finished by the first sound check, alright?”
“Fine. See you in an hour.”
Bam hung up the phone and handed it back to Burton who’s looked at him rather impressed. “Ville, your boyfriend just finished a call with Seppo in record time…”
Giggling, Ville reached for Bam and pulled him back down on top of him. “Baby, that was fucking hot… you taking charge like that…” He nipped at Bam’s chin.
Burton groaned and made a dash for the door. “One hour, you two… we have to be onset in ONE hour.”
Whispering in Ville’s ear, Bam’s voice was husky as he asked. “Can I jerk you off again?” Ville whimpered and nodded reverently. He moaned low at Bam’s tentative touch which soon transformed into an unrelenting pull of his fist. Dragging Bam into another kiss, he literally breathed through him when he cried out as he came. A devious smile spreading across his face, Ville snaked his hand down the front of Bam’s boxers.
***
“Where the hell is the hand-held?!” Mikko yelled.
Bam grabbed Ville’s arm. “In our room!” He mouthed. Ville shushed him and made eyes at Burton who was quick to step up and claim it was his fault. Moving to argue, Bam looked at Ville confused when he grabbed his arm and shook his head.
“Don’t worry about it… I asked him to…”
“Why…”
“We all need our privacy… and after this morning with Seppo… I thought you could use yours.”
Eyes squinted in confusion, Bam followed Ville to the dressing room to find Linde. There were so many little things that had happened over the last couple days. He was glad when the cameras started rolling and he was left with his thoughts once more. He’d almost hit Ville last night… Bam couldn’t help but let the memory of Ryan’s face bearing the discolored flesh of one of Bam’s many weeks gone wrong. His heart skipped a beat. Shit. He’d left his pills at home, and there was no way he could run and get them. Fuck. His bottom lip white between his teeth, Bam begged silently for nothing to happen today.
The whir of film and the methodical filming of each and every scene lulled Bam into a semi-relaxed state. He only caught himself twice smirking at Ville remembering their recent activities. Seppo’s comment about sleeping with the help haunted him however. It would be awful to have to confess that to Ryan, especially after all that his friend had done to help the two of them.
The filming went by rather quickly by the first days standards and they actually left the set while it was still light outside. The band and Bam were walking past a stair well on the way to the car when Bam and Ville were abruptly knocked over by a flying body. Ville was stilled dazed when he sat up. He was shocked to see Bam’s arm around the kid’s shoulder. And even more surprised to hear the excitement in his voice.
“Did you just take that rail?!” The kid’s friends were gathering around them. “That was fucking awesome! What kind of foot work did you do to get the air?!”
Clearly Ville wasn’t the only one reeling from Bam’s reaction. “You skate?!” The kid exclaimed.
“Hells, yes! Well… I use to… haven’t since college.”
The kid picked up his board. “You should do it again… they just opened a park over on Madison…”
Bam nodded enthusiastically. “I’ll have to do that…” He glanced over at the band before turning back to the kid. “Later…”
“Later…” As they approach the band’s car, Bam noticed Ville eyeing him. “What?”
“You use to skate?”
Blushing Bam nodded. “Yeah… I use to compete.”
Ville stopped in his tracks. “You’re kidding…”
“Uh, no.”
“Why’d you quit?”
Bam’s shoulders slumped. “I left for school… I didn’t have the time or energy after all the damn restorative arts labs…”
Openly awed at Bam’s openness in front of the band, Ville could only reply with, “Oh.”
Quick to change the subject, Bam addressed the band as a whole. “Hey, I know tomorrow’s only stock footage of the set and editing… but do you think Mikko would mind if I hung out on set again?”
Ville wrapped an arm around Bam’s shoulder and nodded his head. “We can always claim we needed you to look at the set again…” He winked.
***
That evening Bam and Ville were stretched out side by side on a hotel bed sipping beer and taking the piss out on the television. Bam was giggling loudly at the ridiculousness of some random commercial when Ville poked his shoulder gently. A smile still spread over his lips, he turned to him. “Yeah?” Their eyes met and Bam had to hold back a flinch at the earnest glimmer in Ville’s gaze.
“When did you change from the stuttering kid that did my make-up?” Ville inquired thoughtfully.
Looking remorsefully at the floor Bam confessed. “I forgot my meds at home today…”
Ville’s face softened. “This is how you are without it?”
“This is just day one… don’t worry I’ll take it tomorrow…” Bam assured him.
“When your are on set early with us?”
Cringing, Bam sighed. He’d forgotten about that. “Maybe we should stop by the funeral home tonight…”
“Don’t…”
Chapter 8