Fanfic

Dec 04, 2005 16:25

Title: Merry Christmas
Author: quirkyblah38
Rating: NC-17
POV: Bam’s
Pairings: Vam
Summary: Bam wants only one thing for Christmas.
A/N: Dedicated to notsosweet666 for her hot Ville icon, which also inspired this fic. This is my first Vamfic, so please be nice. Comments are love…
Disclaimer: I don’t own anyone you recognise in this story. So there. Slightly AU, meaning no excess baggage (no girlfriends/wives.)



Merry Christmas

It had been a while since you’d seen Ville. The last time you’d seen him was about a month ago before he was set to go on tour. You’d been busy, most of your time was eaten away by filming Viva La Bam, and you knew he was busy, too. It hurt you not to see him, because he was your friend. No wait, he wasn’t your friend, he was more to you than that.

What could you fucking say? He captivated you. Those deep jade green eyes, the sexy little smile he had on his enticingly full lips… The way his Finnish accent would always just drip of seduction… And his skin was always so smooth. You remember the last time he hugged you, your cheek had brushed against his. It was so pale, yet so smooth. However his outer features and his Finnish accent were nothing compared to his voice. His voice always succeeded in sending pleasant shivers up your spine and down to your cock. A few times you’d heard him perform live, you’d had to go to the bathroom and jerk off madly, Ville’s voice still in your head.

You longed to hear him whisper your name in that seductive purr of his. You longed to feel his silky smooth skin against yours. You longed to feel him inside of you. You longed to feel his soft, enticing lips upon yours, whilst his tongue battled with yours…

From daydreaming on your bed, you feel yourself going hard once more. You groan a little before you stand up, pulling down your top a little to cover the erection. You make your way to the bathroom and enter. Leaning against the cool wall of the bathroom, you think you can get away with leaving the door ajar, as Ape and Phil have gone to stay at Don Vito’s for Christmas. You’d rather eat shit then stay at Don Vito’s house, and he’d rather eat shit than have you stay at his house. So it was final, you were staying at Castle Bam, whilst Ape and Phil left. It was just you, you didn’t know where the rest of the guys were, and didn’t fucking care right now.

“Rip out the wings of a butterfly,”

You smile, hearing him sing softly in that sexy voice of his. You steadily grow harder and you slide your hand into your pants. It met the quivering head of your erection, and you stroke at the head, that makes you moan. You bite your lip before you begin to move the palm of your hand against your head, then up and down your length.

“Ville…” You gasp softly, imagining his hand stroking against your cock, his hand making you hard. His voice in your ear. You swallow before you come rather quickly, then wash your hands.

You then lean against the sink and splash cool water onto your face, which is now flushed because of what had just happened. A sigh escaped you.

“Hello Bam…” You turn from the sink, look once at the person at the doorway, not exactly registering who it was, before you look again quickly.

“V-ville?” you stammer, and he steps forward into the light. He’s wearing tight dark black pants that leave nothing to the imagination, a blood-red silk button up t-shirt and… Oh god… that top hat. The one that you always dreamt about. You’d seen a photo with him doing a little pout with that top hat on and you couldn’t get it out of your head. The quickest you came when you stared at that photo was about ten seconds. Oh shit you were getting hard again. Fuck.

“Been a while, hasn’t it?” his seductive purr was even more so, you swallow slightly before simply nodding, your blue eyes twinkling a little as they met his startlingly jade green ones. “I thought I’d surprise you on tonight of all nights.”

In all the kerfuffle that had been happening, you had completely forgotten that it was Christmas. But then you remembered and you smiled.

“Yeah, I kinda missed you, dude,” you find yourself saying before you can stop yourself. You’re glad that you’re semi in shadow because you feel like your cheeks are burning. Damnit, Bam, control yourself, you think to yourself before you look up at him. Your heart jumps a little when you realise he’s stepped closer to you.

“I missed you too, Bam…” He said very softly and you had to fight to keep a whimper from escaping you. He simply smiles before he moves some of his dark hair off of his shoulder, before looking at you again.

“I got you something for Christmas,” you find yourself saying, and before you can move to get his present, you feel his smooth fingers close around your wrist. You are paralysed in his deep jade eyes, even more so when they twinkle slightly.

“I hope it’s what I think it is,” he purred lightly, and you feel yourself growing harder than ever.

“Oh I think it’s exactly what you think it is,” you say very softly and gently, surprised at your sudden confidence. Stepping forward one step, your nose is now inches from his. You are so close to him you can feel his warm, nicotine-stained breath tickling your dry lips. You can see every detail of his deep jade green eyes. And they’re even hotter and more seductive up close.

“It’s you, Bam.” He says smoothly, before his lips collide with yours. Your heart does little spirals as his lips tease lightly against yours, before he breaks away. You run the tip of your tongue over your bottom lip, your eyes looked a little surprised, yet when you look up at him you can clearly see the lust in his eyes.

“Coincidentally, I want you for Christmas, Ville Valo.” You whisper softly, and you press your lips against his, not a soft kiss, but a powerful hungry one that divulges the lust in your veins and the passion in your soul for the man opposite you. A growl emerges from his throat and that makes your hair stand up on end. The growl is shortly followed by his hands moving from around your neck to down your waist, he then moves you forward and pins you against the wall, his kisses growing wilder by the second.

“Mmm…” you mumble through the kiss and you feel him smile against your lips, before his tongue probes against your mouth, requesting entrance. You, of course, accept, and you moan slightly as you feel his nicotine-stained tongue invade your mouth. Your tongue meets his and you hear him growl once more. After a lot of kissing you break away and you look at him, a wicked grin on your face. The grin disappears when you pull his tie towards you, drawing his face close to yours. You do not kiss him, but whisper in a dark, soft whisper that makes him growl once more, but it sounds like the growl of a wounded puppy.

“Do you have any fucking idea how long I have wanted this, Ville?” you whisper and he shakes his head a little, “Ever since I met you I’ve wanted you. Your lips, your eyes, your skin, your voice… Everything about you makes me hard. I took twenty fucking bathroom breaks one time you were singing in concert. And I wasn’t just taking a piss…” Your lips meet his ear and your whisper turns into a breathy voice that makes him whimper very softly, “… I was jerking off… Stroking myself… Imagining your hands pleasuring mine… Imagining your seductive voice whispering my name… You are a devil, do you know that Ville? A sexy devil.”

You take his hand and force it to meet the large bulge in your pants. You hear him gasp as he can feel it throbbing slightly and you smirk.

“You do that to me, Ville. You do that and so much more…” you whisper before your lips meet his neck. Oh God his neck is sweet yet sour, hot yet cold, and smoother than the finest silk in the world. Your lips kiss his neck, and your tongue flits out a few times, in between your lips, to lick his neck. You can feel his hand still on your cock, and you grin before you clamp your lips gently on his collarbone. That makes him gasp.

“Bammi…” he whispers and you pause, looking up at him, he looks like a deer in headlights.

“Say that again, Ville…” you say, and you are completely taken by surprise when his fingers curl around the bulge in your pants and start stroking. A low moan escapes you when his lips meet your ear.

“Bam-mi…” he purrs softly in a teasing tone that makes your insides simply melt into nothingness, “So many times I have wondered what it would be like to kiss those beautiful lips of yours… So many times I have wondered what it would be like to feel your cock throbbing against my touch… So many times I have wondered what it would be like to hear you moan as I pleasure you in many ways… And now it seems like my wondrous dreams have come true, my love.”

Oh God. Those last two words made you whimper softly, he grinned, before you move your hand so it’s brushing against his cock, you are surprised to feel that it’s harder than yours.

“You need to catch up…” he says, letting go of you. “I want to see you jerk yourself off, Bammi. I want to know exactly what you get up to when no one else is around… I want to see you do those dirty things to yourself…”

You grin wickedly at him before nodding. You drop your jeans and your cock presses against your black silken boxers. You then slide your hand, oh-so-slowly, down your navel, then under the silken fabric of your boxers. You look at him, a sultry look in your eyes, before your hand meets the start of your cock. You close your eyes and the tips of your fingers start to tease against the soft skin of your cock. A lazy smile approaches your face before your fingers stroke against your hardness, then your fingernails start stroking gently against your manhood. A small moan escapes you as you scratch lightly against your cock before you use the tops of your fingers once more. You begin to move down lower with your fingers, before the palm of your hand is on your length. You brush up and down your length with the palm of your hand, first softly, but then a little firmly. A loud groan escapes you as you press your back against the cold tiles of the bathroom, yet you don’t feel their cold sting.

“Willa…” You whisper, and you suddenly realise what you have said. You pause, opening your eyes and looking at him, he is quirking a brow slightly.

“Willa?” he questions, before he smirks. “That’s cute. But I didn’t ask you to stop. You’re still not quite ready yet.”

You swallow a little before you start stroking firmly once more with the palm of your hand, then you close your eyes once more. You moan Ville’s pet-name once more, lust evident in your voice. You tilt your head back slightly as your fingers curl against the tip of your erection, and your thumb kneads against the head of your cock.

“Ohhhh fuck…” you moan in a low throaty voice. You groan louder, your hand curls against your erection but your thumb continues to stroke against your head. You groan some more before your hand curls around your cock and you run it up and down, moaning loudly. “Fuuuuuuck…” you whine softly, feeling yourself getting harder and harder by your movements. You feel a hand on your boxers and you open your eyes, looking at Ville. Ville has undone and has his hand down his own pants.

“I think you’re ready now, Bammi,” he whispers before his lips press against yours once more, you take your hand out of your pants and it helps your other hand as you pull apart his shirt. The buttons pull off the shirt, bouncing to the floor, but you don’t care. You run your hands up the milky-white skin on his torso and you lick your lips, before you pull off his shirt completely. You leave the tie on, for your own kinky purposes. He goes to take off the top hat.

“Don’t take it off.” You say quickly and he looks at you, raising a brow slightly, “You look like a pimp with it on.”

A smirk escapes you before you lean into his kiss once more. Wrapping your legs around his waist, he manages to carry you, whilst still kissing you, into your bedroom, before he pushes you roughly onto the bed and pounces at you, his lips hungrily attacking yours once more.

“Willa…” you moan against his kisses and he smirks. Your hands go down to undo the zip of his pants, and he kicks them off. You watch him ever-so-slowly take off his boxers and you drool slightly at the sight of his wondrous cock.

“A sexy beast for a sexy devil,” you mutter, and he laughs softly before his lips meet yours once more, he watches as you slip off your boxers, revealing your own monster of an erection. He growls hungrily before his lips meet your neck. You push your chest forward a little as his kisses go lower down your chest, then his lips go to one of your nipples. His tongue flits onto your nipple as his lips kiss around it, the thumb of his left hand firmly caresses your other nipple. You groan softly before he winks at you then kisses lower, down to your navel, then lower. You feel your heart-beat quicken when he runs his tongue down your length. He licks his lips.

“Yummy…” he purrs, before his mouth goes around your cock. You let out a shaky gasp when his tongue flits on your head, whilst his lips run around your cock. It’s absolutely amazing what he is doing to you. You thrust your hips forward a little into his mouth and moan once more. Your fingers clutch at your sheets tightly as he continues to pleasure you with his mouth and tongue. You feel very close to exploding point right now, but one second before breaking point he breaks away, a wicked smile on his face.

“Asshole,” you mutter, but you push him onto the bed, straddling his hips, before you draw fast fiery kisses down his neck, then to his collarbone, his chest, his stomach, and you grin when you reach his cock. You let your fingers run gently down his cock and he whimpers softly before your lips go around his cock. You take him into your mouth and then you begin to suck. Softly at first, but then you start to build up. He thrusts his cock a little into your mouth but you keep going.

“Fucking hell…. Harder Bammi…” he moans and you smirk against his cock, then suck harder, your eyes closing as you feel his pre-come. You suck extremely hard before you break away, grinning at him before you kiss his lips softly.

“Fuck me.” You say, before he growls like an animal, but then again he is an animal. In the bedroom, that is. You smile up at him before he straddles your hips and your cocks accidentally grind against each other. Simultaneous moans emerge from your mouths and you look at him.

“Fuck me. NOW!” you say, a little frustrated. He nods, before he pushes you over and you feel his finger slide inside you. You moan a little before his second finger enters you and you moan a little louder. The fingers come out and are replaced by his hard cock.

“Oh God…” you yell as he slams harder into you, your bed creaks a little as he thrusts harder into you, every thrust sends him deeper and deeper inside you and every thrust sends him closer and closer to the edge. “HARDER!” you yell louder and he thrusts harder into you, his hands grip at your hips and you screw up your eyes so tightly that white spots dance before them. After a particularly long thrust he hits your climax and you feel at eruption point.

“Bammi…” he moans softly against you.

“I’m… gonna… oh sh-VILLE!” you scream his name loudly as you explode into your bedsheets and you feel him come inside you. You slump a little against the bed as he rolls off of you onto the bed, and you lie there for a while, recovering. After a while you look over at him, and he looks at you.

“Merry Christmas, Ville.” You say, kissing his lips softly and then wrapping your arms around him.

“Merry Christmas, Bam.” He says, returning the kiss and wrapping his arms around your waist. You lean your head onto his shoulder and smile before you close your eyes, however you cannot sleep.

“Ville…” you start but he has already answered your question.

“Rip out the wings of a butterfly…”

You smile, his beautiful voice lulling you to sleep.

The End
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