Incarnate
Title: Incarnate
Chapter: 9
Fandom: Jackass/Viva La Bam/HIM AU
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Bam/Ville/Ryan
Warning: Sex is violence...
Disclaimer: Ownership is an abstract concept...
Word Count: 2212
Summary: Bam was just waiting for someone, anyone to try and break him...
Dedicated to and inspired by: Abysmal Seraph & Johnny Darko
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8
Companions: Unseen, The Air We Breathe, Some Kind of Paradise, Hit Me
Bam’s POV
“What now?” I ask tapping my fingers on the steering wheel. A cigarette already pressed between his lips, Ville shrugs and mumbles through his mouthful… it’s completely unintelligible. So I arch around and look at Ryan. He avoids my gaze. “RyRy…” I tease. That grabs him. He’s actually fucking glaring at me. Hells yes.
“Never call me that again.”
“Well then, what now?” He bows his head, and for that brief second I’m sick as hell of servility. Jesus, have some balls.
“Can we… uh… go to your guys’ place… I mean I’d say mine but… well, shit… you’ve been there… fuck knows there’s a bunch of drunk circus freaks hanging all over shit…”
He’s rambling. Which means he’s nervous. He wants to go back to our place… and what? I’ve barely started the car when I decide exactly what I want to go down tonight. And I’m not just thinking about Ryan. Leering at the both of them, I pull out of our parking spot and head across town towards our apartment.
So what do I want? I want to watch Ville fuck Ryan. I want to witness him transform into the top I know he can be. The only question remains is how will Ville react to me once again being the voyeur? How will our new friend? It’s not like I wasn’t half hard in my jeans already just thinking about how damn hot Ry would look on his knees before me… just. Fuck, man, do I even know what I want?!
The honest to God answer is no. I’m so torn between giving up the fight and riding the adrenalin rush of lording over someone’s entire being until they begging me to touch them… to do anything but look. It’s backfired so many times. Yes, even with Ville. Will Ryan turn out the same way? Am I willing to sacrifice his worship to allow Valo this? I sincerely hope to fuck that I can manage… because damn it, I love Ville more than is fucking humanly possible. It probably ain’t healthy.
Lost in my own thoughts, I must have been silent a while because Ville’s hand is on my knee and he’s pouting at me. Oh, he’d claim he was just looking, but he was totally pouting. “What?” I ask with a grin.
“Where were you?”
“Right here, baby.” I leer. He punches my shoulder. No. You don’t get it. He. Punched. Me. If I had any less control of myself, I’d have swerved off the god-damn road.
“Don’t be cute… what were you thinking about?”
Our blonde is silent in the backseat and I can feel the tension trying to claw its way back in between us. Do I answer honestly… or chuck it up some more? I buy myself some more time by casting shocked look between my shoulder and my lover. How the fuck do I answer that?! In the end I go for cryptic. “Changes.” Ryan’s snorting from the backseat now and I can’t help but grin even though Ville’s not playing along. What with those lips pursing and those eyes narrowing… I give him a lewd look over before returning my attention to the road.
I should have known better. I really should have… because the next thing I know, Valo’s blunt but delicate fingers are working at my zipper. Inside my thoughts aren’t even on what he’s about to do… they’re a whirlwind of confusion and realization all wrapped up in one. He’s figured it out. Little by little, he’s pieced this shit together. And it didn’t even take a fucking day! I bite my lip to hold back a moan when the rough skin of his palm wraps around my cock. I keep my hips statue still as he begins to work his wrist.
“Jesus…” Ryan’s throaty whisper is inches from my ear. Then Ville’s strokes increase in both their grip and speed. The world’s fucking spinning... I pull over. Teetering on the edge between losing control and keeping my composure, I linger… waiting for something, anything to push me over one way or another.
The last thing I’m expecting is for Ryan to snake his hand between the seat and wrap his hand over Ville’s. I’m so fucking done for. Instinctively my hips jut forward to intensify the friction… neck arched… skull pressed to the headrest of my seat… I moan deep and long. The ceiling falters in the darkness as one of them drags a nail down the slit... My cum coats their joined fist and part of the steering wheel before I realize I haven’t stopped moaning. Slamming my jaw shut, I wait for the celebration of kisses that usually follow instances such as these. They don’t come. I look over at him… he’s nonchalantly smoking another fucking cigarette. I’m more than fucking done for. I’m beyond screwed. Not only that… he knows me better than anyone else in the entire fucking world. Shit, shit, shit.
I glance over at Ryan whose hand still hasn’t left my thigh. He’s blinking rapidly as if he’s working through how to process what just happened. And I can’t say I blame him. Ville and I must seem like such a mind fuck to him. Valo and I, well, we’ve played this game… but it’s only ever been a game. He can’t expect what I think he does… can he? I meet the challenge that his casual reaction brings and in so much as a gaze it’s all explained. Well, shit.
Finger by finger, I draw Ryan’s hand from my thigh and bring it to my lips. I revel in his shocked gasp when my tongue darts out and laps at his fingers. I swim in the ocean of moans that escape his lips when I draw his digits into my mouth and suck them clean. When I’m done I release his wrist almost mournfully before reaching for the gearshift. Beside us, Ville clears his throat. My stomach twists into a million fucking knots. No, no, no, no, no… yes. Shit. Fuck. Glancing out the rear view mirror, I don’t see another car coming for blocks. Quickly, I tuck myself into my pants and open the door just enough to slip out before I’m climbing halfway back in. I’m shocked when Ville’s eyes remain open and on me as I lap up my own juices from the steering wheel.
I can hear Ryan’s shocked cussing as I climb back in and slam my door. We’re well back on our way when he finally speaks up. “You two confuse the hell out of me…” And for once, Vil and I are both smiling as we meet one another’s gaze in the darkness.
***
As soon as the front door slides shut behind us, déjà vu hits with an alarming force. But this is about more than the fuck… it has to be. So I casually shrug off my jacket, acting like I haven’t just shown what a cumslut I was. I lean into the fridge and grab a beer. Smiling almost absurdly when I turn and see Ville propped against the doorframe with a smirk plastered on his face. Just behind him in the shadows, Ryan is looming his face unreadable.
“Did you guys want to watch a moving or something… wouldn’t mind a bit of John Waters myself…” I tease before making a rather vulgar display of my lips wrapping around the tip of my beer bottle. Ryan’s face never falters, but Ville… he’s watching me so damn intently that I feel weak in the knees. God damn. I’m really starting to wonder what exactly is about to happen. Please Vil, get it without me having to say it….
Finally, he moves and it’s not towards me. Thank fucking God. I’m breathless watching Ryan’s eyes widen in shock when Valo turns on him. He actually fucking takes a step back before Ville’s hands are trapping him against the wall.
“He’s awake this time… are you going to try and stop me this time?” I hear him whisper. My bottle just about slips from my hand. I’m so surprised by this revelation that I could almost see the splinters of wet glass decorating the floor. Ryan had… had tried fending off Ville’s advances that first night, because I wasn’t awake? Throw my entire world off kilter once more, why don’tcha? I kick my own ass for even being surprised.
Our blonde’s answer is almost a unintelligible. “Are you going to hit me again?”
“Do you want me to?” Ville’s met with silence. The beer in my hand no longer interests me. Placing it quickly and quietly on the counter, I approach them. “Do you want me to?” Ville’s voice is deeper, stronger, more threatening, and… hot as fuck as he presses forward into the shrinking personal bubble surround the blonde. Still there’s no answer. “Ryan.” He states calmly and coolly. My stomach coils. Fucking answer… let this happen, let my light shine.
“…please?”
The sound of the back of man’s hand striking hair, flesh, and bone really shouldn’t send ever ounce of blood in my body rushing to my cock… but it does. I’m damn near light-headed from the rush. I can only imagine what Ryan feels like. The force of the swing had actually sent him scrambling on his feet before Ville’s grasped his shoulder and steadied him.
“Let’s move this somewhere more appropriate…” Ville suggests pulling away from Ryan who jumps to head towards our bedroom. “Crawl.”
The demand is short… and fucking deadly. I’m shocked as hell at my lover’s viciousness. But should I be? Ryan’s on his hand and knees slowly shuffling towards the bedroom before I can even breath. When Ville places his boot on his ass and shoves, I all but cum in my pants. This is going to be a long night… I can’t fucking wait. I bounce on my heels and step off to catch up with them.
“You too, Brandon.”
I stop dead cold. He can’t be serious… can he? “Vil…”
“Now…” He sing songs not hearing the plea in my voice. Or then again, maybe he does. Either way, I’m in trouble. So I do the only thing I can think of that makes any fucking sense. I drop to my knees and scurry like a god-damn rat across the floor, shit-scared I’ll miss something if I lag too far behind.
Despite my best efforts, I’m still a few feet behind them when they reach the bedroom. In the end, I’m almost thankful for my bum knee. Because the sight that greets me… fuck, I wish I could see Ville and I like that. Maybe I’ll have Ry tape it one day…
Still kneeling, but up off of his hands, Ryan leans back on his heels. Face forward, he remains… though his eyes follow Ville’s every step across the room. The thread of my carpet presses into my palms like so many little knives, yet I remain in my spot on the floor... Watching and waiting.
Coming up behind him, Ville combs his fingers through Ryan’s hair slowly removing the band that had kept it all pulled back neatly at his neck. I can’t imagine how he’s staying so quiet… if anything, I’d be fucking purring at that point. When Valo grasps the blonde’s chin in his hands, I swear to fuck I gasp louder than Ryan. Shit, I never had trouble keeping my mouth shut watching Ville before. But who am I kidding? This is beyond fucking different, and we all know it.
I’m glued to my spot on the floor as I watch Ryan’s hands dance up and over Ville’s thighs before falling to his belt buckle. The sound of metal scraping against metal fills the room. The hand that was once on Ryan’s chin finds its way into his hair as he slowly begins bobbing in my lover’s lap. I need a closer look.
I know better than to stand… and despite the protests in my bones and muscles, I crawl across the room… only stopping when Ville turns his head and zeroes his gaze in on me. I’m panting like a dog or some shit at the sight. Unaffected and unaware of our silent interaction, Ryan continues his ministrations to the point of fucking obedience. It’s a chance, but I take it as I shift and roll into a sitting position. Valo doesn’t stop me. He does, however, break his gaze… head falling back… lips parting as he gives into baser urges and literally begins fucking Ryan’s face.
Would it be inappropriate to pray right now? To offer God thanks for answering my fucking prayers? For quite possibly save us with this… gift? I breath slow and steady seeking out the scent of sex and sweat in the air. I breath again and again, letting myself relax to the show before me. Ville will have gotten his long before I’m allowed to cum. We may not have ever played this game by these rules before… but I know enough he won’t give in until one of us is at a breaking point. And as the events of the day wash over me, I realize… it’s going to be me.
Chapter: 9
Fandom: Jackass/Viva La Bam/HIM AU
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Bam/Ville/Ryan
Warning: Sex is violence...
Disclaimer: Ownership is an abstract concept...
Word Count: 2212
Summary: Bam was just waiting for someone, anyone to try and break him...
Dedicated to and inspired by: Abysmal Seraph & Johnny Darko
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8
Companions: Unseen, The Air We Breathe, Some Kind of Paradise, Hit Me
Bam’s POV
“What now?” I ask tapping my fingers on the steering wheel. A cigarette already pressed between his lips, Ville shrugs and mumbles through his mouthful… it’s completely unintelligible. So I arch around and look at Ryan. He avoids my gaze. “RyRy…” I tease. That grabs him. He’s actually fucking glaring at me. Hells yes.
“Never call me that again.”
“Well then, what now?” He bows his head, and for that brief second I’m sick as hell of servility. Jesus, have some balls.
“Can we… uh… go to your guys’ place… I mean I’d say mine but… well, shit… you’ve been there… fuck knows there’s a bunch of drunk circus freaks hanging all over shit…”
He’s rambling. Which means he’s nervous. He wants to go back to our place… and what? I’ve barely started the car when I decide exactly what I want to go down tonight. And I’m not just thinking about Ryan. Leering at the both of them, I pull out of our parking spot and head across town towards our apartment.
So what do I want? I want to watch Ville fuck Ryan. I want to witness him transform into the top I know he can be. The only question remains is how will Ville react to me once again being the voyeur? How will our new friend? It’s not like I wasn’t half hard in my jeans already just thinking about how damn hot Ry would look on his knees before me… just. Fuck, man, do I even know what I want?!
The honest to God answer is no. I’m so torn between giving up the fight and riding the adrenalin rush of lording over someone’s entire being until they begging me to touch them… to do anything but look. It’s backfired so many times. Yes, even with Ville. Will Ryan turn out the same way? Am I willing to sacrifice his worship to allow Valo this? I sincerely hope to fuck that I can manage… because damn it, I love Ville more than is fucking humanly possible. It probably ain’t healthy.
Lost in my own thoughts, I must have been silent a while because Ville’s hand is on my knee and he’s pouting at me. Oh, he’d claim he was just looking, but he was totally pouting. “What?” I ask with a grin.
“Where were you?”
“Right here, baby.” I leer. He punches my shoulder. No. You don’t get it. He. Punched. Me. If I had any less control of myself, I’d have swerved off the god-damn road.
“Don’t be cute… what were you thinking about?”
Our blonde is silent in the backseat and I can feel the tension trying to claw its way back in between us. Do I answer honestly… or chuck it up some more? I buy myself some more time by casting shocked look between my shoulder and my lover. How the fuck do I answer that?! In the end I go for cryptic. “Changes.” Ryan’s snorting from the backseat now and I can’t help but grin even though Ville’s not playing along. What with those lips pursing and those eyes narrowing… I give him a lewd look over before returning my attention to the road.
I should have known better. I really should have… because the next thing I know, Valo’s blunt but delicate fingers are working at my zipper. Inside my thoughts aren’t even on what he’s about to do… they’re a whirlwind of confusion and realization all wrapped up in one. He’s figured it out. Little by little, he’s pieced this shit together. And it didn’t even take a fucking day! I bite my lip to hold back a moan when the rough skin of his palm wraps around my cock. I keep my hips statue still as he begins to work his wrist.
“Jesus…” Ryan’s throaty whisper is inches from my ear. Then Ville’s strokes increase in both their grip and speed. The world’s fucking spinning... I pull over. Teetering on the edge between losing control and keeping my composure, I linger… waiting for something, anything to push me over one way or another.
The last thing I’m expecting is for Ryan to snake his hand between the seat and wrap his hand over Ville’s. I’m so fucking done for. Instinctively my hips jut forward to intensify the friction… neck arched… skull pressed to the headrest of my seat… I moan deep and long. The ceiling falters in the darkness as one of them drags a nail down the slit... My cum coats their joined fist and part of the steering wheel before I realize I haven’t stopped moaning. Slamming my jaw shut, I wait for the celebration of kisses that usually follow instances such as these. They don’t come. I look over at him… he’s nonchalantly smoking another fucking cigarette. I’m more than fucking done for. I’m beyond screwed. Not only that… he knows me better than anyone else in the entire fucking world. Shit, shit, shit.
I glance over at Ryan whose hand still hasn’t left my thigh. He’s blinking rapidly as if he’s working through how to process what just happened. And I can’t say I blame him. Ville and I must seem like such a mind fuck to him. Valo and I, well, we’ve played this game… but it’s only ever been a game. He can’t expect what I think he does… can he? I meet the challenge that his casual reaction brings and in so much as a gaze it’s all explained. Well, shit.
Finger by finger, I draw Ryan’s hand from my thigh and bring it to my lips. I revel in his shocked gasp when my tongue darts out and laps at his fingers. I swim in the ocean of moans that escape his lips when I draw his digits into my mouth and suck them clean. When I’m done I release his wrist almost mournfully before reaching for the gearshift. Beside us, Ville clears his throat. My stomach twists into a million fucking knots. No, no, no, no, no… yes. Shit. Fuck. Glancing out the rear view mirror, I don’t see another car coming for blocks. Quickly, I tuck myself into my pants and open the door just enough to slip out before I’m climbing halfway back in. I’m shocked when Ville’s eyes remain open and on me as I lap up my own juices from the steering wheel.
I can hear Ryan’s shocked cussing as I climb back in and slam my door. We’re well back on our way when he finally speaks up. “You two confuse the hell out of me…” And for once, Vil and I are both smiling as we meet one another’s gaze in the darkness.
***
As soon as the front door slides shut behind us, déjà vu hits with an alarming force. But this is about more than the fuck… it has to be. So I casually shrug off my jacket, acting like I haven’t just shown what a cumslut I was. I lean into the fridge and grab a beer. Smiling almost absurdly when I turn and see Ville propped against the doorframe with a smirk plastered on his face. Just behind him in the shadows, Ryan is looming his face unreadable.
“Did you guys want to watch a moving or something… wouldn’t mind a bit of John Waters myself…” I tease before making a rather vulgar display of my lips wrapping around the tip of my beer bottle. Ryan’s face never falters, but Ville… he’s watching me so damn intently that I feel weak in the knees. God damn. I’m really starting to wonder what exactly is about to happen. Please Vil, get it without me having to say it….
Finally, he moves and it’s not towards me. Thank fucking God. I’m breathless watching Ryan’s eyes widen in shock when Valo turns on him. He actually fucking takes a step back before Ville’s hands are trapping him against the wall.
“He’s awake this time… are you going to try and stop me this time?” I hear him whisper. My bottle just about slips from my hand. I’m so surprised by this revelation that I could almost see the splinters of wet glass decorating the floor. Ryan had… had tried fending off Ville’s advances that first night, because I wasn’t awake? Throw my entire world off kilter once more, why don’tcha? I kick my own ass for even being surprised.
Our blonde’s answer is almost a unintelligible. “Are you going to hit me again?”
“Do you want me to?” Ville’s met with silence. The beer in my hand no longer interests me. Placing it quickly and quietly on the counter, I approach them. “Do you want me to?” Ville’s voice is deeper, stronger, more threatening, and… hot as fuck as he presses forward into the shrinking personal bubble surround the blonde. Still there’s no answer. “Ryan.” He states calmly and coolly. My stomach coils. Fucking answer… let this happen, let my light shine.
“…please?”
The sound of the back of man’s hand striking hair, flesh, and bone really shouldn’t send ever ounce of blood in my body rushing to my cock… but it does. I’m damn near light-headed from the rush. I can only imagine what Ryan feels like. The force of the swing had actually sent him scrambling on his feet before Ville’s grasped his shoulder and steadied him.
“Let’s move this somewhere more appropriate…” Ville suggests pulling away from Ryan who jumps to head towards our bedroom. “Crawl.”
The demand is short… and fucking deadly. I’m shocked as hell at my lover’s viciousness. But should I be? Ryan’s on his hand and knees slowly shuffling towards the bedroom before I can even breath. When Ville places his boot on his ass and shoves, I all but cum in my pants. This is going to be a long night… I can’t fucking wait. I bounce on my heels and step off to catch up with them.
“You too, Brandon.”
I stop dead cold. He can’t be serious… can he? “Vil…”
“Now…” He sing songs not hearing the plea in my voice. Or then again, maybe he does. Either way, I’m in trouble. So I do the only thing I can think of that makes any fucking sense. I drop to my knees and scurry like a god-damn rat across the floor, shit-scared I’ll miss something if I lag too far behind.
Despite my best efforts, I’m still a few feet behind them when they reach the bedroom. In the end, I’m almost thankful for my bum knee. Because the sight that greets me… fuck, I wish I could see Ville and I like that. Maybe I’ll have Ry tape it one day…
Still kneeling, but up off of his hands, Ryan leans back on his heels. Face forward, he remains… though his eyes follow Ville’s every step across the room. The thread of my carpet presses into my palms like so many little knives, yet I remain in my spot on the floor... Watching and waiting.
Coming up behind him, Ville combs his fingers through Ryan’s hair slowly removing the band that had kept it all pulled back neatly at his neck. I can’t imagine how he’s staying so quiet… if anything, I’d be fucking purring at that point. When Valo grasps the blonde’s chin in his hands, I swear to fuck I gasp louder than Ryan. Shit, I never had trouble keeping my mouth shut watching Ville before. But who am I kidding? This is beyond fucking different, and we all know it.
I’m glued to my spot on the floor as I watch Ryan’s hands dance up and over Ville’s thighs before falling to his belt buckle. The sound of metal scraping against metal fills the room. The hand that was once on Ryan’s chin finds its way into his hair as he slowly begins bobbing in my lover’s lap. I need a closer look.
I know better than to stand… and despite the protests in my bones and muscles, I crawl across the room… only stopping when Ville turns his head and zeroes his gaze in on me. I’m panting like a dog or some shit at the sight. Unaffected and unaware of our silent interaction, Ryan continues his ministrations to the point of fucking obedience. It’s a chance, but I take it as I shift and roll into a sitting position. Valo doesn’t stop me. He does, however, break his gaze… head falling back… lips parting as he gives into baser urges and literally begins fucking Ryan’s face.
Would it be inappropriate to pray right now? To offer God thanks for answering my fucking prayers? For quite possibly save us with this… gift? I breath slow and steady seeking out the scent of sex and sweat in the air. I breath again and again, letting myself relax to the show before me. Ville will have gotten his long before I’m allowed to cum. We may not have ever played this game by these rules before… but I know enough he won’t give in until one of us is at a breaking point. And as the events of the day wash over me, I realize… it’s going to be me.