Incarnate
Title: Incarnate
Chapter: 3
Fandom: Jackass/Viva La Bam/HIM AU
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Bam/Ville, Ville/OMC, Bam/Ville/Ryan
Warning: Sex is violence...
Disclaimer: Ownership is an abstract concept...
Word Count: 1666
Summary: Bam was just waiting for someone, anyone to try and break him...
Dedicated to and inspired by: Abysmal Seraph & Johnny Darko
Author’s Note: I decided to rotate the perspectives a bit...
Chapter 1, Chapter 2
Ryan's POV
It’s dark when I wake up. I feel like I’ve been hit by a fucking car or something. There’s a deep burn in my arms, and I flush remembering the strength behind Ville’s frail-looking frame as he writhed between us. My entire thought process comes to a screeching halt. Holy fuck… did all that really happen? As my eyes adjust to the darkness, I find them; Ville and Bam wrapped around one another almost desperately.
Wiggling my toes, the chill in the room suddenly hits me and I look to the glow of the moon barely managing to fight its way through their dark curtains. The thought of leaving causes my gut to wind into a twisted knot. I’m sure I’m disposable to these two, but I’m not ready to just walk out. I try to keep my movements as slow and soft as I shift to slide under the warmth of the bedspread. There’s a smile on my face as the proximity to their body heat pulls me that much closer.
Then I notice that Ville’s eyes are on me. My lips part in an inaudible gasp. Hell, I’m surprised I don’t jump a mile fucking high. Immediately I want to lower my eyes, avert my gaze… but I don’t. We stare at one another until he blinks and glances down at Bam. Unwrapping himself from his boyfriend, he crawls over to me and leans over me.
“Hi…” As soon as I say it, I know I must sound like a fucking moron.
“You’re still here.”
You can hear the mouthful of salvia that’s collected in my mouth squelch as I swallow again. I don’t know what say. I really can’t answer… his statement. Wait, he wasn’t asking…. Pressing my lips together, I finally tear my eyes from him and close them. Is there an unwritten code I’ve just broken… is there etiquette for shit like this? It’s not like I’ve ever fucked someone just for the sake of fucking them… until tonight. The nausea threatening to overwhelm me clarifies exactly why I’ve never done this before… it feels fucking wrong just to roll off the bed and walk out their front door. Damn it, I’m not going to fucking get all emotional over this, not with one of them looming above me.
“Why?” He asks.
There’s the question I’ve been dreading. I don’t even open my eyes as I shake my head. Sighing, I pinch my face into a mask of cheerful indifference. Might as well get this over with, I roll over to climb out of the bed. The shock of Ville’s hand wrapped around my arm nearly presses me to jerk away like a woman scorned or some shit… but I don’t. I look over my shoulder at him with questions written all over my face.
“Don’t…” His voice is soft and friendly. I blink and drop my gaze to Ville’s lips… like studying them after the fact would really help the word he’d just said make any more fucking sense. “You’re leaving because you think you should… not because you want too…”
“… yeah…”
“Then don’t.” Narrowing my eyes at him, I don’t bother to ask why he’s suggesting I stay. I wouldn’t expect an answer. He’s speaking again and I have to concentrate on his breathing just to hear him despite the eerie silence of the room. “…you’ll end up dried out and hollow…”
“From leaving or staying?” I ask in a jagged whisper. Ville climbs of the bed dragging a sheet with him. He shoves a curtain open and settles in front of a window. I glance over at Bam, fearful that he’s awake too. I’m barely keeping my head on straight as it is, I’m not sure I could deal with both of them right now. Thankfully but much to my surprise he’s still asleep.
“He sleeps like the dead…” I return my attention back to Ville who has now lit a cigarette and is staring out the window as the tendrils of smoke float up into the column of moon light draping itself across the room. Do I keep my ass planted on the bed or do I join him? What the fuck do I do? Why didn’t someone tell me how to deal with this type of shit? I’m still asking myself these questions when he addresses me. “Come here…”
I almost grab for a pillow to cover myself before complying. Instead I pad across the floor naked as the day I was born. Once I’m at his side, I take a puff off of the half-smoked cigarette he offers. Our fingers brush ever so slightly as I had it back, and I flinch. He takes a drag then puts it out on an ashtray that I hadn’t noticed sitting on the window seal. His fingers are digging into my neck and before I can prepare myself; his lips are on mine. I cling to his shoulders like I’m going to drop off the face of the planet if I let go.
The next thing I know I’m falling back onto the bed with gasp as our mouths separate. I look up at him and wait. I wait to see what’s going to happen next. After everything that has just gone down, I can’t imagine that anything I could dream up at the moment would excite either of them. When Ville settles between my legs and stretches himself up over me, I can’t help but look over at Bam who is still asleep.
Ville’s panting in my ear now as he rubs his cock against mine. His ribs dig into my stomach literally pushing a moan out of me. I can’t get past the feeling that we shouldn’t be doing this with Bam lying right there next to us. When he tries to kiss me again, I turn away. His lips press to my neck then trail up to my ear once more and he giggles. It feels like a punch in the gut and I try to shove him off. And what he does next surprises the fuck out of me… He reels back and slaps me hard across my face. I can’t hold back my reaction anymore than I can stop heart from beating… I thrust up under him grinding myself hard into his hips.
Beside us Bam sits up with a start. His eyes narrow at us. I’m pretty sure he’s half awake and not completely piecing everything he’s just witnessed together. In fact, I’m sure of it when he speaks.
“What the fuck?”
Ville slams down on me and I feel my lungs protest as the air is forced from them. I’m ashamed to say I want him to hit me again. Before either of us can find it within ourselves to answer, Bam’s jerking Ville off of me by his hair. Ville loses his balance and falls to the floor. He’s laughing before Bam even realizes his hand is empty.
“What the fuck is he doing here?”
“Uh, lying on the bed, BamBam…”
Shit, the tone of Ville’s voice all at once makes me grind my teeth in trepidation and holds in the laughter threatening to bubble out of my mouth. Bam throws a pillow at him and slumps back down on the bed. Next thing I know he’s glaring a me. A deep, hatred filled glare.
“What makes you so fucking special?” Bam hisses.
“Uh…” Damn, now I wish I’d just let Ville kiss me. I can tell from the look in Bam’s eyes that he’s pissed that I haven’t left. He takes the words from my mouth before I can even think or speak them. Fuck. I not only think I look like an idiot now… I know I look like one. His attentions move from me back to his boyfriend.
“Ville?”
“Hmm?” God, his reaction is sugar sweet this time. It makes me cringe. I’m shit scared they’re going to start throwing punches.
“…why were you hitting him?”
“…he liked it?” He lies. He lies like a dog. Well, maybe lying is overstating it a bit… he selectively leaves shit out.
Pushing myself up onto my elbows, I’m really starting to think I should jump ship. But, Bam’s staring at me again… and this time there’s disbelief in his eyes. I raise my eyebrows at him and maintain his gaze. His hand connects with my face hard and fast. I have to blink to get over the sheer impact of it. My breath catches in my throat as I look back up at him. It’s riling me up, but I know enough just from the little I’ve witnessed not to challenge him.
And just as fast as I became the focus, I’ve been cast aside. Bam and Ville are locked in a heated gaze. In an exaggerated gesture Bam motions at me and starts to slide off of the bed.
“For you… not me…” Ville replies and appears to settle himself on the floor. Bam’s jaw drops and I’m confused as hell.
But then Bam’s on top of me, his tongue is violating my mouth. When he pulls back, I expect him to slap me again. In fact, I’m so sure he’s going to that I tense and ready myself for the blow. He doesn’t… instead he glances up at his boyfriend. “Then come here…”
Ville stands and glances at the sliver of bed between him and I. Bam tugs me to his chest. I’m enveloped in heat as Ville presses up against my back. Gentle fingers trace over my still red cheeks. Bam’s mouth is back on mine while Ville brushes the hair from my face. Whatever battle they’re involved in is temporarily forgotten as their hands intertwine over my collar bone. Pulling my arms to my chest I burrow between them. When Bam lips leave me, I’m aware of Ville’s nose buried in my hair. For better or worse, the ensuing silence soon lures me to sleep…
Chapter 4
Chapter: 3
Fandom: Jackass/Viva La Bam/HIM AU
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Bam/Ville, Ville/OMC, Bam/Ville/Ryan
Warning: Sex is violence...
Disclaimer: Ownership is an abstract concept...
Word Count: 1666
Summary: Bam was just waiting for someone, anyone to try and break him...
Dedicated to and inspired by: Abysmal Seraph & Johnny Darko
Author’s Note: I decided to rotate the perspectives a bit...
Chapter 1, Chapter 2
Ryan's POV
It’s dark when I wake up. I feel like I’ve been hit by a fucking car or something. There’s a deep burn in my arms, and I flush remembering the strength behind Ville’s frail-looking frame as he writhed between us. My entire thought process comes to a screeching halt. Holy fuck… did all that really happen? As my eyes adjust to the darkness, I find them; Ville and Bam wrapped around one another almost desperately.
Wiggling my toes, the chill in the room suddenly hits me and I look to the glow of the moon barely managing to fight its way through their dark curtains. The thought of leaving causes my gut to wind into a twisted knot. I’m sure I’m disposable to these two, but I’m not ready to just walk out. I try to keep my movements as slow and soft as I shift to slide under the warmth of the bedspread. There’s a smile on my face as the proximity to their body heat pulls me that much closer.
Then I notice that Ville’s eyes are on me. My lips part in an inaudible gasp. Hell, I’m surprised I don’t jump a mile fucking high. Immediately I want to lower my eyes, avert my gaze… but I don’t. We stare at one another until he blinks and glances down at Bam. Unwrapping himself from his boyfriend, he crawls over to me and leans over me.
“Hi…” As soon as I say it, I know I must sound like a fucking moron.
“You’re still here.”
You can hear the mouthful of salvia that’s collected in my mouth squelch as I swallow again. I don’t know what say. I really can’t answer… his statement. Wait, he wasn’t asking…. Pressing my lips together, I finally tear my eyes from him and close them. Is there an unwritten code I’ve just broken… is there etiquette for shit like this? It’s not like I’ve ever fucked someone just for the sake of fucking them… until tonight. The nausea threatening to overwhelm me clarifies exactly why I’ve never done this before… it feels fucking wrong just to roll off the bed and walk out their front door. Damn it, I’m not going to fucking get all emotional over this, not with one of them looming above me.
“Why?” He asks.
There’s the question I’ve been dreading. I don’t even open my eyes as I shake my head. Sighing, I pinch my face into a mask of cheerful indifference. Might as well get this over with, I roll over to climb out of the bed. The shock of Ville’s hand wrapped around my arm nearly presses me to jerk away like a woman scorned or some shit… but I don’t. I look over my shoulder at him with questions written all over my face.
“Don’t…” His voice is soft and friendly. I blink and drop my gaze to Ville’s lips… like studying them after the fact would really help the word he’d just said make any more fucking sense. “You’re leaving because you think you should… not because you want too…”
“… yeah…”
“Then don’t.” Narrowing my eyes at him, I don’t bother to ask why he’s suggesting I stay. I wouldn’t expect an answer. He’s speaking again and I have to concentrate on his breathing just to hear him despite the eerie silence of the room. “…you’ll end up dried out and hollow…”
“From leaving or staying?” I ask in a jagged whisper. Ville climbs of the bed dragging a sheet with him. He shoves a curtain open and settles in front of a window. I glance over at Bam, fearful that he’s awake too. I’m barely keeping my head on straight as it is, I’m not sure I could deal with both of them right now. Thankfully but much to my surprise he’s still asleep.
“He sleeps like the dead…” I return my attention back to Ville who has now lit a cigarette and is staring out the window as the tendrils of smoke float up into the column of moon light draping itself across the room. Do I keep my ass planted on the bed or do I join him? What the fuck do I do? Why didn’t someone tell me how to deal with this type of shit? I’m still asking myself these questions when he addresses me. “Come here…”
I almost grab for a pillow to cover myself before complying. Instead I pad across the floor naked as the day I was born. Once I’m at his side, I take a puff off of the half-smoked cigarette he offers. Our fingers brush ever so slightly as I had it back, and I flinch. He takes a drag then puts it out on an ashtray that I hadn’t noticed sitting on the window seal. His fingers are digging into my neck and before I can prepare myself; his lips are on mine. I cling to his shoulders like I’m going to drop off the face of the planet if I let go.
The next thing I know I’m falling back onto the bed with gasp as our mouths separate. I look up at him and wait. I wait to see what’s going to happen next. After everything that has just gone down, I can’t imagine that anything I could dream up at the moment would excite either of them. When Ville settles between my legs and stretches himself up over me, I can’t help but look over at Bam who is still asleep.
Ville’s panting in my ear now as he rubs his cock against mine. His ribs dig into my stomach literally pushing a moan out of me. I can’t get past the feeling that we shouldn’t be doing this with Bam lying right there next to us. When he tries to kiss me again, I turn away. His lips press to my neck then trail up to my ear once more and he giggles. It feels like a punch in the gut and I try to shove him off. And what he does next surprises the fuck out of me… He reels back and slaps me hard across my face. I can’t hold back my reaction anymore than I can stop heart from beating… I thrust up under him grinding myself hard into his hips.
Beside us Bam sits up with a start. His eyes narrow at us. I’m pretty sure he’s half awake and not completely piecing everything he’s just witnessed together. In fact, I’m sure of it when he speaks.
“What the fuck?”
Ville slams down on me and I feel my lungs protest as the air is forced from them. I’m ashamed to say I want him to hit me again. Before either of us can find it within ourselves to answer, Bam’s jerking Ville off of me by his hair. Ville loses his balance and falls to the floor. He’s laughing before Bam even realizes his hand is empty.
“What the fuck is he doing here?”
“Uh, lying on the bed, BamBam…”
Shit, the tone of Ville’s voice all at once makes me grind my teeth in trepidation and holds in the laughter threatening to bubble out of my mouth. Bam throws a pillow at him and slumps back down on the bed. Next thing I know he’s glaring a me. A deep, hatred filled glare.
“What makes you so fucking special?” Bam hisses.
“Uh…” Damn, now I wish I’d just let Ville kiss me. I can tell from the look in Bam’s eyes that he’s pissed that I haven’t left. He takes the words from my mouth before I can even think or speak them. Fuck. I not only think I look like an idiot now… I know I look like one. His attentions move from me back to his boyfriend.
“Ville?”
“Hmm?” God, his reaction is sugar sweet this time. It makes me cringe. I’m shit scared they’re going to start throwing punches.
“…why were you hitting him?”
“…he liked it?” He lies. He lies like a dog. Well, maybe lying is overstating it a bit… he selectively leaves shit out.
Pushing myself up onto my elbows, I’m really starting to think I should jump ship. But, Bam’s staring at me again… and this time there’s disbelief in his eyes. I raise my eyebrows at him and maintain his gaze. His hand connects with my face hard and fast. I have to blink to get over the sheer impact of it. My breath catches in my throat as I look back up at him. It’s riling me up, but I know enough just from the little I’ve witnessed not to challenge him.
And just as fast as I became the focus, I’ve been cast aside. Bam and Ville are locked in a heated gaze. In an exaggerated gesture Bam motions at me and starts to slide off of the bed.
“For you… not me…” Ville replies and appears to settle himself on the floor. Bam’s jaw drops and I’m confused as hell.
But then Bam’s on top of me, his tongue is violating my mouth. When he pulls back, I expect him to slap me again. In fact, I’m so sure he’s going to that I tense and ready myself for the blow. He doesn’t… instead he glances up at his boyfriend. “Then come here…”
Ville stands and glances at the sliver of bed between him and I. Bam tugs me to his chest. I’m enveloped in heat as Ville presses up against my back. Gentle fingers trace over my still red cheeks. Bam’s mouth is back on mine while Ville brushes the hair from my face. Whatever battle they’re involved in is temporarily forgotten as their hands intertwine over my collar bone. Pulling my arms to my chest I burrow between them. When Bam lips leave me, I’m aware of Ville’s nose buried in my hair. For better or worse, the ensuing silence soon lures me to sleep…
Chapter 4