Vampire and the Dominatrix
-Title- Vampire and the Dominatrix
-Rating- NC-17
-Pairing- Vam
-Summary- It's Hallowe'en at Bam's house and Ville shows up in his best... leather?
-Disclaimer- Don't own and etc. You know the rules. :)
-a/n- Sorry for posting here but I hope you guys like it; I don't know how to post to vamfiction.
Bam Margera was putting the finishing touches on his costume in the bathroom, the excitement of the upcoming Halloween party he was hosting in the pirate bar. He was going as a vampire LeStat, complete with an old ruffled white shirt, a pendant, black straight leg slacks, a long black trench coat with silver piping around the lapels and collar and to top the ensemble off, he wore a top hat and carried a cane at his side. His face had been covered in an ivory cover-up to make his eyes look more sunken in and his flesh paler. He wore teeth molded to his canines, much like the ones used in one of his favorite movies, “Interview with a Vampire” and charcoal eyeliner beautifully accented his bright blue orbs. He looked at himself once more in the mirror before slipping on his top hat and headed downstairs to where people were already beginning to fill the bar.
“Dunn, you look awesome!” He smiled, proudly showing off the fangs that almost looked too real.
“Thanks, Bam. Have you seen Novak my whore?” Dunn was using some of the armor the boys had used when they went “pillaging” the supermarket to get food for the family reunion and was going as ‘Sir Dunn.’ Novak, siding up beside him dressed in a cut off shirt and a short black skirt, stockings and uncomfortable looking high heels. Unfortunately for this West Chester homestead, this wasn’t abnormal.
“Novak, you are looking fine!” Bam laughed, smacking him playfully in the ass before quickly surveying the room for his most anticipated guest of the evening.
“Ville isn’t here yet if that’s who you’re looking for.” Dunn stated rather sadly. He knew when the charming Ville Valo was in the room, Bam paid no mind to anyone else.
“Well if you see him before I do, tell him I’m looking for him.” Bam headed over to the bar, smiling all the way as he observed his friends and family all dressed up for the holiday. Don Vito of course, was wearing all orange with his face painted like a Jack o lantern and his hair spray painted green. He was rambling on to April, whom was dressed as a Swedish girl with braids and all about how DiCo, dressed as Skeletor looked like “a Vulcan idiot.”
He wasn’t too long into his third beer when in trotted Ville and his band of misfits, fashionably late as always. The house was already buzzing with people Bam associated himself with, but he’d been waiting all night for this. Ville leaned up against the doorframe taking a last drag of his cigarette before extinguishing the burning embers with a platform boot. They disappeared under tight leather pants that hugged his thighs and hips, curving over his backside and coming to a stop tantalizingly low on his heartagram tattoo. He wore a corset-like top, hidden partially under a long flowing leather trench coat. His lips were surrounded in a pink tinged lipstick, giving his voluptuous lips shine and the attention they needed; his dazzling green eyes were bordered with thick black eyeliner and his lashes were coated with a layer of pink matching he colour of his lipstick. He was beautiful, made up like in the “Join Me (In Death)” video; Bam’s favorite.
He surveyed the sea of people before finally picking Bam out; green eyes connecting with blue, causing a spark of white hot arousal to run down Bam’s back and straight to his crotch. Every step Ville took Bam’s mouth watered just a little more, finally almost gasping when he felt Ville’s hand ghost over his cheek, his breath smelling of cinnamon.
“You dressed as a dominatrix?” Bam swallowed hard, his hands finally coming to rest on Ville’s leather clad hips.
“Let’s just say Dunn told me all those dirty, naughty things you want to have done to you and tonight is your night you lucky boy.” His breath was warm over Bam’s cheek and ear as he spoke slowly and sensually, knowing all too well that he couldn’t resist his charm.
“Well we could go up to my room…” Bam started.
“No. I will tell you when and where, you don’t ask me anything about my decisions.” Pearl white teeth clamped down on the soft thick flesh of Bam’s lobe before giving it a lick and wandering off to help himself to a beer.
Bam moaned and stomped his foot loudly, trying to ignore the growing bulge in his dress pants that Ville had so graciously given him. He hated being teased. He didn’t know how long he’d have to wait to have Ville all to himself, but he decided he’d at least have time to ingest a couple beers before the time came. He tried to avoid the sight of the tall Finnish man strutting about the room, receiving cat calls from Novak and chatting up Ryan as he assaulted the poor mans body with his eyes. Ryan had always wanted a piece, but Ville wasn’t always so willing. He continued to saunter around the room, looking back at Bam only once or twice and shaking his hips as he walked, finally making his way over to the staircase and gesturing Bam with him. He waited for a couple of moments as to not arise suspicion; the only one whom he had come out to was Ryan because Ryan had done the same with him only weeks before.
He ascended the staircase on shaky legs; he’d wanted Ville for a long time now and they both knew the spark was there. He had little experience with men; he’d only had sex once and that was when he and Ryan were drunk. He finally reached his room, hands trembling as he opened the door.
“For a moment I doubted you’d come my dear Bam. I was hoping you were feeling like being my submissive bitch.” An emphasis on the last word. Bam’s tongue swiped over his bottom lip once as Ville stepped closer, throwing Bam’s top hat to the floor and immediately going for his shirt, skilled fingers ridding him of the clothing quickly.
“Get on the bed and do as I say. If you question me, you will be punished. I’m not afraid to hurt you my love, I just don’t want to have to do it.” Ville said sternly.
“But…” Bam didn’t have time to speak before a hard slap was delivered to his ass, proving that Ville wasn’t kidding.
“Next time it’ll be with this lovely whip I brought. Now move it! On the bed, hands and knees, facing the headboard.”
Bam hurried over to his bed and climbed on, assuming the position Ville had told him.
“Hands on the bars of the headboard.” His voice cracked through the air like a whip he held in his hand.
Again, he did as his ‘master’ told him. He felt cool handcuffs on his wrists, but he didn’t question Ville. He really didn’t want to be hit again, as much as he loved a little bit of pain with his sexual endeavors. He felt Ville behind him and his pants were being removed, teasingly slow of course. He moaned, urging him to go faster, earning himself another harsh swat to his ass.
“I will gag you if you don’t keep absolutely quiet! You will speak when I ask you to, do you hear me?”
Bam nodded, biting his lip as he felt himself grow harder over the power Ville had over him. He felt Ville get off the bed and he stepped up next to him, slowly running his hands over his body, biting his lip and looking down at Bam. “You know? I fucking love you in this position. Hands cuffed to the headboard, clad only in red silk boxers…makes me want to fuck you all the more.” He reached down and grabbed Bam’s hard length, causing him to gasp and his eyes to flutter closed. “I think I should do something about this… but not right now. I need my pleasure too you know. No foreplay this time, I’m so fucking sick of it thanks to Linde.”
Bam’s eyes grew wide. “You were fucking Linde? When the hell were you going to tell me that?” And that’s when Ville brought down the whip. Not hard enough to break skin, but hard enough that Bam yelped like a wounded animal and felt tears stinging in his eyes.
“I’ve seriously had just about enough of all this talking bullshit! Talk again and you’re really going to get it.” Ville nearly yelled, bringing the whip down four more times on Bam’s ass.
He could hear Ville uncapping the lube and felt a slight shiver of excitement past his tears as he finally slipped a single finger deep inside him. It was torture to be cuffed and not be able to touch his achingly hard cock as Ville prepared him; inserting two, then three fingers and smoothly thrusting them in and out a couple times before pulling them out and replacing them with something much larger. Bam gasped and tried to remind himself to breathe as he felt Ville beginning to push in with no regard for the inexperienced boy under him and Bam knew he deserved the bit of pain it was causing for not listening to instructions.
Ville pushed into Bam’s body all the way and immediately started up a quick rhythm, holding his hips tightly to him as he buried himself deep each time, unable to stop the moans and curses that fell from his beautiful lips. He wrapped a hand around Bam’s cock, knowing well he needed to get pleasure from this too and as he did so, Bam slammed his hips down to Ville, meeting his thrusts and letting out such a noise of pleasure that Ville just couldn’t ignore.
The two continued fucking, master and his bitch; panting, moaning and scratching; Ville leaving deep red lines all down Bam’s back, to which the boy called out in pleasure: “Ville, oh God I love you, fuck me harder!” to which he obliged. He felt the swirling in the pit of his stomach already. Seeing Bam tied up and helpless as he fucked him only turned Ville on more and he loved the idea of being in complete control of his best friend. He pushed in hard a couple more times before his body began to shake uncontrollably and he began to ride out his orgasm.
Bam, hearing Ville in his throws of passion as he coated his insides couldn’t stay silent anymore. He let out a loud, guttural moan followed by a few curses and Ville’s name as he came in the hand that was securely around his cock. They both took a moment to regain composure, Ville wiping his hand off with a couple of tissues from the nightstand before uncuffing Bam and pulling him into a tight embrace.
“Did you mean it?” He asked.
“Hmm? Mean what?” Bam grimaced at the sight of his wrists, torn up and bleeding slightly from the cuffs.
“That you loved me.” Ville said softly, completely losing his ‘dominatrix’ demeanor.
“Of course I did. I’ve always loved you… mistress.” Bam laughed kissing Ville softly on the lips, something he’d wanted to do all night. “This is nice… you all dressed up like a fucking sexy dominatrix, but it isn’t quite the thing I’d do all the time. Make me a deal. Next time, we fulfill my fantasy.”
Ville winked and smiled. “Deal.”
-Rating- NC-17
-Pairing- Vam
-Summary- It's Hallowe'en at Bam's house and Ville shows up in his best... leather?
-Disclaimer- Don't own and etc. You know the rules. :)
-a/n- Sorry for posting here but I hope you guys like it; I don't know how to post to vamfiction.
Bam Margera was putting the finishing touches on his costume in the bathroom, the excitement of the upcoming Halloween party he was hosting in the pirate bar. He was going as a vampire LeStat, complete with an old ruffled white shirt, a pendant, black straight leg slacks, a long black trench coat with silver piping around the lapels and collar and to top the ensemble off, he wore a top hat and carried a cane at his side. His face had been covered in an ivory cover-up to make his eyes look more sunken in and his flesh paler. He wore teeth molded to his canines, much like the ones used in one of his favorite movies, “Interview with a Vampire” and charcoal eyeliner beautifully accented his bright blue orbs. He looked at himself once more in the mirror before slipping on his top hat and headed downstairs to where people were already beginning to fill the bar.
“Dunn, you look awesome!” He smiled, proudly showing off the fangs that almost looked too real.
“Thanks, Bam. Have you seen Novak my whore?” Dunn was using some of the armor the boys had used when they went “pillaging” the supermarket to get food for the family reunion and was going as ‘Sir Dunn.’ Novak, siding up beside him dressed in a cut off shirt and a short black skirt, stockings and uncomfortable looking high heels. Unfortunately for this West Chester homestead, this wasn’t abnormal.
“Novak, you are looking fine!” Bam laughed, smacking him playfully in the ass before quickly surveying the room for his most anticipated guest of the evening.
“Ville isn’t here yet if that’s who you’re looking for.” Dunn stated rather sadly. He knew when the charming Ville Valo was in the room, Bam paid no mind to anyone else.
“Well if you see him before I do, tell him I’m looking for him.” Bam headed over to the bar, smiling all the way as he observed his friends and family all dressed up for the holiday. Don Vito of course, was wearing all orange with his face painted like a Jack o lantern and his hair spray painted green. He was rambling on to April, whom was dressed as a Swedish girl with braids and all about how DiCo, dressed as Skeletor looked like “a Vulcan idiot.”
He wasn’t too long into his third beer when in trotted Ville and his band of misfits, fashionably late as always. The house was already buzzing with people Bam associated himself with, but he’d been waiting all night for this. Ville leaned up against the doorframe taking a last drag of his cigarette before extinguishing the burning embers with a platform boot. They disappeared under tight leather pants that hugged his thighs and hips, curving over his backside and coming to a stop tantalizingly low on his heartagram tattoo. He wore a corset-like top, hidden partially under a long flowing leather trench coat. His lips were surrounded in a pink tinged lipstick, giving his voluptuous lips shine and the attention they needed; his dazzling green eyes were bordered with thick black eyeliner and his lashes were coated with a layer of pink matching he colour of his lipstick. He was beautiful, made up like in the “Join Me (In Death)” video; Bam’s favorite.
He surveyed the sea of people before finally picking Bam out; green eyes connecting with blue, causing a spark of white hot arousal to run down Bam’s back and straight to his crotch. Every step Ville took Bam’s mouth watered just a little more, finally almost gasping when he felt Ville’s hand ghost over his cheek, his breath smelling of cinnamon.
“You dressed as a dominatrix?” Bam swallowed hard, his hands finally coming to rest on Ville’s leather clad hips.
“Let’s just say Dunn told me all those dirty, naughty things you want to have done to you and tonight is your night you lucky boy.” His breath was warm over Bam’s cheek and ear as he spoke slowly and sensually, knowing all too well that he couldn’t resist his charm.
“Well we could go up to my room…” Bam started.
“No. I will tell you when and where, you don’t ask me anything about my decisions.” Pearl white teeth clamped down on the soft thick flesh of Bam’s lobe before giving it a lick and wandering off to help himself to a beer.
Bam moaned and stomped his foot loudly, trying to ignore the growing bulge in his dress pants that Ville had so graciously given him. He hated being teased. He didn’t know how long he’d have to wait to have Ville all to himself, but he decided he’d at least have time to ingest a couple beers before the time came. He tried to avoid the sight of the tall Finnish man strutting about the room, receiving cat calls from Novak and chatting up Ryan as he assaulted the poor mans body with his eyes. Ryan had always wanted a piece, but Ville wasn’t always so willing. He continued to saunter around the room, looking back at Bam only once or twice and shaking his hips as he walked, finally making his way over to the staircase and gesturing Bam with him. He waited for a couple of moments as to not arise suspicion; the only one whom he had come out to was Ryan because Ryan had done the same with him only weeks before.
He ascended the staircase on shaky legs; he’d wanted Ville for a long time now and they both knew the spark was there. He had little experience with men; he’d only had sex once and that was when he and Ryan were drunk. He finally reached his room, hands trembling as he opened the door.
“For a moment I doubted you’d come my dear Bam. I was hoping you were feeling like being my submissive bitch.” An emphasis on the last word. Bam’s tongue swiped over his bottom lip once as Ville stepped closer, throwing Bam’s top hat to the floor and immediately going for his shirt, skilled fingers ridding him of the clothing quickly.
“Get on the bed and do as I say. If you question me, you will be punished. I’m not afraid to hurt you my love, I just don’t want to have to do it.” Ville said sternly.
“But…” Bam didn’t have time to speak before a hard slap was delivered to his ass, proving that Ville wasn’t kidding.
“Next time it’ll be with this lovely whip I brought. Now move it! On the bed, hands and knees, facing the headboard.”
Bam hurried over to his bed and climbed on, assuming the position Ville had told him.
“Hands on the bars of the headboard.” His voice cracked through the air like a whip he held in his hand.
Again, he did as his ‘master’ told him. He felt cool handcuffs on his wrists, but he didn’t question Ville. He really didn’t want to be hit again, as much as he loved a little bit of pain with his sexual endeavors. He felt Ville behind him and his pants were being removed, teasingly slow of course. He moaned, urging him to go faster, earning himself another harsh swat to his ass.
“I will gag you if you don’t keep absolutely quiet! You will speak when I ask you to, do you hear me?”
Bam nodded, biting his lip as he felt himself grow harder over the power Ville had over him. He felt Ville get off the bed and he stepped up next to him, slowly running his hands over his body, biting his lip and looking down at Bam. “You know? I fucking love you in this position. Hands cuffed to the headboard, clad only in red silk boxers…makes me want to fuck you all the more.” He reached down and grabbed Bam’s hard length, causing him to gasp and his eyes to flutter closed. “I think I should do something about this… but not right now. I need my pleasure too you know. No foreplay this time, I’m so fucking sick of it thanks to Linde.”
Bam’s eyes grew wide. “You were fucking Linde? When the hell were you going to tell me that?” And that’s when Ville brought down the whip. Not hard enough to break skin, but hard enough that Bam yelped like a wounded animal and felt tears stinging in his eyes.
“I’ve seriously had just about enough of all this talking bullshit! Talk again and you’re really going to get it.” Ville nearly yelled, bringing the whip down four more times on Bam’s ass.
He could hear Ville uncapping the lube and felt a slight shiver of excitement past his tears as he finally slipped a single finger deep inside him. It was torture to be cuffed and not be able to touch his achingly hard cock as Ville prepared him; inserting two, then three fingers and smoothly thrusting them in and out a couple times before pulling them out and replacing them with something much larger. Bam gasped and tried to remind himself to breathe as he felt Ville beginning to push in with no regard for the inexperienced boy under him and Bam knew he deserved the bit of pain it was causing for not listening to instructions.
Ville pushed into Bam’s body all the way and immediately started up a quick rhythm, holding his hips tightly to him as he buried himself deep each time, unable to stop the moans and curses that fell from his beautiful lips. He wrapped a hand around Bam’s cock, knowing well he needed to get pleasure from this too and as he did so, Bam slammed his hips down to Ville, meeting his thrusts and letting out such a noise of pleasure that Ville just couldn’t ignore.
The two continued fucking, master and his bitch; panting, moaning and scratching; Ville leaving deep red lines all down Bam’s back, to which the boy called out in pleasure: “Ville, oh God I love you, fuck me harder!” to which he obliged. He felt the swirling in the pit of his stomach already. Seeing Bam tied up and helpless as he fucked him only turned Ville on more and he loved the idea of being in complete control of his best friend. He pushed in hard a couple more times before his body began to shake uncontrollably and he began to ride out his orgasm.
Bam, hearing Ville in his throws of passion as he coated his insides couldn’t stay silent anymore. He let out a loud, guttural moan followed by a few curses and Ville’s name as he came in the hand that was securely around his cock. They both took a moment to regain composure, Ville wiping his hand off with a couple of tissues from the nightstand before uncuffing Bam and pulling him into a tight embrace.
“Did you mean it?” He asked.
“Hmm? Mean what?” Bam grimaced at the sight of his wrists, torn up and bleeding slightly from the cuffs.
“That you loved me.” Ville said softly, completely losing his ‘dominatrix’ demeanor.
“Of course I did. I’ve always loved you… mistress.” Bam laughed kissing Ville softly on the lips, something he’d wanted to do all night. “This is nice… you all dressed up like a fucking sexy dominatrix, but it isn’t quite the thing I’d do all the time. Make me a deal. Next time, we fulfill my fantasy.”
Ville winked and smiled. “Deal.”