NEW FIC - I'm taking back the life you stole... 02
TITLE : I’m taking back the life you stole…
AUTHOR: Caliburn.Kira (ladyeigh)
RATING: R (NC-17 at the end)
PAIRING: VAM (Ville Valo/Bam Margera), Waycest (Mikey/Gerard)
CHARACTERS: Too many to mention!
POV: Third person
SUMMARY: A harsh day and a long talk…
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, didn’t happen and didn’t see anything… promise
NOTES: To Hergerbabe .... Happy Birthday Hunaja
Her birthday present which she said I could publish!
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The day wore on and after two more hours the majority of the first alcohol delivery had been consumed and a second ordered. Having started politely with glasses and cups the bottles had begun to be passed around, people drinking swallows from the neck and passing them on. Some were abstaining and were waving the offerings on and most were mellowing out but several were beginning to go past the slightly tipsy and head straight into the worryingly intoxicated category.
“OK, final shot for this session. Head down and look up on 1, 2 - 3.”
Looking up through new tufts of fringe, black ringed emeralds fixed sleepily on the lens, an air of ‘just woken up’ that was bound to drive fans wild and raise sales on the cover.
“Good. That’s it for this set. 10 minutes please”
Ville sighed and slowly stood up from the deceptive seat, it looked like a throne but felt more like a punishment on tired flesh. He walked over to the couches and found a gap, slotting himself in beside Lauri and resting his aching head on the smaller man’s shoulder.
“Uninen?”
“Kylla.”
Lauri smiled at the drowsy reply, his fellow Finn already half asleep. Lauri turned his head a fraction and dropped a kiss on the pale forehead. Ville pulled back slightly, recoiling from the soft touch where once he would have welcomed the comfort.
“Pahoillaan Ville.”
“Me too Lauri. It’s just…”
“No explanations now Ville. Just rest OK.”
“OK.”
Kohl rimmed eyes, the make-up applied skilfully enough to hide the marks of exhaustion closed over, a soft sigh escaping naturally rose petal lips as he finally left himself rest - next to a friend.
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A clinking over his head woke the tired man, bottles exchanging hands all around him. One green glass vessel was waved under his nose and he pulled back quickly, the very scent making him nauseous.
“Away please.”
With one last shake it was taken by more willing hands, Gordon finding a loving home with another star. Ville wrinkled his nose and screwed up his eyes, he HATED gin; then again most of his friends held a deep seated distaste for the first alcohol they had ever binged on and then regurgitated! There was a reason that Lily couldn’t face brandy, and everyone who had been at his 17th birthday knew it exactly!
“Want something else then Finland?”
“Ei. I mean no, thanks.”
“Come ON man. You’ve been on Red Bull and coffee all fucking day - live a little.”
“Living is why I’m saying no.”
“Pussy.”
“No. This is work.”
“This is totally fucking boring and underpaid bullshit.”
“Yeah dude. Publicity shite man, who needs it.”
“Um, your band? Your label? Your career?”
“Fuck that. Fans will always come - regardless of media bollocks.”
“Perhaps.”
“You used to be a different person Finland. Life and soul of the party, always up for a laugh.”
“Yeah, now you just sit and suck up the joy - you and the rest of the ‘clean people’, total fucking black hole for fun.”
“Ooh, read a book did we.”
Brian’s soft voice chimed in, defending sobriety regardless of the glass in his slender hand.
“We don’t suck up joy, we - I simply choose to remember my life.”
Quiet and definitive, words ending the encroaching argument and striking a chord with several people. However, all around were mutterings - about the exhausted Finn and the others who were either not participating or else keeping their consumptions to a minimal level.
A shaven-headed girl came over and cleared her throat, trying to attract the attention of those she needed.
“Could those in group 5 go and get changed please.”
The called moved from chairs and floors, heading for the area that had been screened off in the corner of the open space. Long racks were labelled by group number and individual tags identified specific clothing; there had been prior discussion of the various ‘looks’ and consideration had been given, but this was a directed shoot - not a free for all. The first few set-ups had been the stars in their own clothes, how they arrived or else clothes they had brought, but they were well into ‘costume’ time now. A few threw on the clothes, complaining vigorously and then going back for more alcohol. The rest took more time; settling jackets carefully on shoulders and making sure that ties were straight, finally shooting their cuffs for the full effect.
Ville had taken himself off into a corner to change, a far cry from his old blasé approach to his body. He had started to cover up more, refusing to play topless often - even turning down shoots if he was alone. He had stripped for the Ross Halfin but that had even that had seen him mostly covered but for slivers of skin. There had been a new shoot recently and he had managed it, playing the role as requested; but only succeeding due to the loving and supportive presence of his partner, standing in his eye line but out of shot for the whole day, giving him strength and helping him through.
Slipping off the shirt he had been wearing the singer fingered the fabric of its replacement; a fine cotton lawn that would look incredible against his colouration. With an audible sigh he stripped off the T-shirt he had been wearing. The grey cotton with its tree pattern would show through this change whilst the previous red velvet had hidden it. Rather than tossing the marl fabric to the floor he carefully folded it and put it into his pack, making sure it was far enough down that it would not fall out, making sure it would be safe. The porcelain skin revealed gave away hidden secrets. The full sleeve was familiar, either in its entirety or peeking from the hem of short sleeves. As he turned the recently adapted left nipple was revealed, decorated heartagram surrounding the aureole; however the slight silver sheen bracketing the nipple itself was new. As he reached out for the hanger his trousers slipped further down slim hips, the base of his abdominal tattoo showing where he had grown too slender for the garment. The altered heart and two poets’ faces that danced on either side of his right forearm caught the eye also. However, it was his back that stopped thought and made breath catch in the throat. Dragons, swords and thunderbirds; demonic pumpkins, phoenixes and guardian angels, these were to be expected - they were Rock Stars after all. This was new, unexpected, different, and more than a little off-putting.
Across the top of Ville’s back a new and highly detailed grey scale image had been etched; staring eyes, fixed and focused on the viewer, perpetually watching, always aware. They were realistic enough to cause shivers down the spine, following you around the room in the style of an Old Master oil-painting. As he pulled on the shirt he moved, twisting slightly to settle the cloth. Never a large man he had shrunk even smaller, ribs visible from front and back as he inhaled. Only his height seemed unchanged, all the rest was new, new and more fragile than he ever had been before.
Lauri was casting nervous eyes at his friend. He knew more than most that were there, but not all. A fairly cryptic phone call from Burton had asked him to ‘keep an eye on Ville - but not to hover’. Keeping an eye out was easy, he would have done that for any friend - especially a fellow Finn in big bad America - double that anyone with big bad Mizee as a best friend and over-protective pseudo elder brother! It was the not hovering that took the effort. They had met up the previous night for dinner and the new lost look in the taller man’s eyes had been heart breaking. Ville had always been a confident man, right from when he had been a boy; after all he was the frontman for the band and the live show linchpin had to be up the front, in the spotlight - that was the job. Rather than stride into the room he had shuffled, instead of taking over he had sat in the corner, instead of beer he had had water, instead of laughter and foul anecdotes there had been sombre conversation and a little forced merriment, this was definitely NOT the man he had known for so many years.
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AUTHOR: Caliburn.Kira (ladyeigh)
RATING: R (NC-17 at the end)
PAIRING: VAM (Ville Valo/Bam Margera), Waycest (Mikey/Gerard)
CHARACTERS: Too many to mention!
POV: Third person
SUMMARY: A harsh day and a long talk…
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, didn’t happen and didn’t see anything… promise
NOTES: To Hergerbabe .... Happy Birthday Hunaja
Her birthday present which she said I could publish!
@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@
The day wore on and after two more hours the majority of the first alcohol delivery had been consumed and a second ordered. Having started politely with glasses and cups the bottles had begun to be passed around, people drinking swallows from the neck and passing them on. Some were abstaining and were waving the offerings on and most were mellowing out but several were beginning to go past the slightly tipsy and head straight into the worryingly intoxicated category.
“OK, final shot for this session. Head down and look up on 1, 2 - 3.”
Looking up through new tufts of fringe, black ringed emeralds fixed sleepily on the lens, an air of ‘just woken up’ that was bound to drive fans wild and raise sales on the cover.
“Good. That’s it for this set. 10 minutes please”
Ville sighed and slowly stood up from the deceptive seat, it looked like a throne but felt more like a punishment on tired flesh. He walked over to the couches and found a gap, slotting himself in beside Lauri and resting his aching head on the smaller man’s shoulder.
“Uninen?”
“Kylla.”
Lauri smiled at the drowsy reply, his fellow Finn already half asleep. Lauri turned his head a fraction and dropped a kiss on the pale forehead. Ville pulled back slightly, recoiling from the soft touch where once he would have welcomed the comfort.
“Pahoillaan Ville.”
“Me too Lauri. It’s just…”
“No explanations now Ville. Just rest OK.”
“OK.”
Kohl rimmed eyes, the make-up applied skilfully enough to hide the marks of exhaustion closed over, a soft sigh escaping naturally rose petal lips as he finally left himself rest - next to a friend.
@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@
A clinking over his head woke the tired man, bottles exchanging hands all around him. One green glass vessel was waved under his nose and he pulled back quickly, the very scent making him nauseous.
“Away please.”
With one last shake it was taken by more willing hands, Gordon finding a loving home with another star. Ville wrinkled his nose and screwed up his eyes, he HATED gin; then again most of his friends held a deep seated distaste for the first alcohol they had ever binged on and then regurgitated! There was a reason that Lily couldn’t face brandy, and everyone who had been at his 17th birthday knew it exactly!
“Want something else then Finland?”
“Ei. I mean no, thanks.”
“Come ON man. You’ve been on Red Bull and coffee all fucking day - live a little.”
“Living is why I’m saying no.”
“Pussy.”
“No. This is work.”
“This is totally fucking boring and underpaid bullshit.”
“Yeah dude. Publicity shite man, who needs it.”
“Um, your band? Your label? Your career?”
“Fuck that. Fans will always come - regardless of media bollocks.”
“Perhaps.”
“You used to be a different person Finland. Life and soul of the party, always up for a laugh.”
“Yeah, now you just sit and suck up the joy - you and the rest of the ‘clean people’, total fucking black hole for fun.”
“Ooh, read a book did we.”
Brian’s soft voice chimed in, defending sobriety regardless of the glass in his slender hand.
“We don’t suck up joy, we - I simply choose to remember my life.”
Quiet and definitive, words ending the encroaching argument and striking a chord with several people. However, all around were mutterings - about the exhausted Finn and the others who were either not participating or else keeping their consumptions to a minimal level.
A shaven-headed girl came over and cleared her throat, trying to attract the attention of those she needed.
“Could those in group 5 go and get changed please.”
The called moved from chairs and floors, heading for the area that had been screened off in the corner of the open space. Long racks were labelled by group number and individual tags identified specific clothing; there had been prior discussion of the various ‘looks’ and consideration had been given, but this was a directed shoot - not a free for all. The first few set-ups had been the stars in their own clothes, how they arrived or else clothes they had brought, but they were well into ‘costume’ time now. A few threw on the clothes, complaining vigorously and then going back for more alcohol. The rest took more time; settling jackets carefully on shoulders and making sure that ties were straight, finally shooting their cuffs for the full effect.
Ville had taken himself off into a corner to change, a far cry from his old blasé approach to his body. He had started to cover up more, refusing to play topless often - even turning down shoots if he was alone. He had stripped for the Ross Halfin but that had even that had seen him mostly covered but for slivers of skin. There had been a new shoot recently and he had managed it, playing the role as requested; but only succeeding due to the loving and supportive presence of his partner, standing in his eye line but out of shot for the whole day, giving him strength and helping him through.
Slipping off the shirt he had been wearing the singer fingered the fabric of its replacement; a fine cotton lawn that would look incredible against his colouration. With an audible sigh he stripped off the T-shirt he had been wearing. The grey cotton with its tree pattern would show through this change whilst the previous red velvet had hidden it. Rather than tossing the marl fabric to the floor he carefully folded it and put it into his pack, making sure it was far enough down that it would not fall out, making sure it would be safe. The porcelain skin revealed gave away hidden secrets. The full sleeve was familiar, either in its entirety or peeking from the hem of short sleeves. As he turned the recently adapted left nipple was revealed, decorated heartagram surrounding the aureole; however the slight silver sheen bracketing the nipple itself was new. As he reached out for the hanger his trousers slipped further down slim hips, the base of his abdominal tattoo showing where he had grown too slender for the garment. The altered heart and two poets’ faces that danced on either side of his right forearm caught the eye also. However, it was his back that stopped thought and made breath catch in the throat. Dragons, swords and thunderbirds; demonic pumpkins, phoenixes and guardian angels, these were to be expected - they were Rock Stars after all. This was new, unexpected, different, and more than a little off-putting.
Across the top of Ville’s back a new and highly detailed grey scale image had been etched; staring eyes, fixed and focused on the viewer, perpetually watching, always aware. They were realistic enough to cause shivers down the spine, following you around the room in the style of an Old Master oil-painting. As he pulled on the shirt he moved, twisting slightly to settle the cloth. Never a large man he had shrunk even smaller, ribs visible from front and back as he inhaled. Only his height seemed unchanged, all the rest was new, new and more fragile than he ever had been before.
Lauri was casting nervous eyes at his friend. He knew more than most that were there, but not all. A fairly cryptic phone call from Burton had asked him to ‘keep an eye on Ville - but not to hover’. Keeping an eye out was easy, he would have done that for any friend - especially a fellow Finn in big bad America - double that anyone with big bad Mizee as a best friend and over-protective pseudo elder brother! It was the not hovering that took the effort. They had met up the previous night for dinner and the new lost look in the taller man’s eyes had been heart breaking. Ville had always been a confident man, right from when he had been a boy; after all he was the frontman for the band and the live show linchpin had to be up the front, in the spotlight - that was the job. Rather than stride into the room he had shuffled, instead of taking over he had sat in the corner, instead of beer he had had water, instead of laughter and foul anecdotes there had been sombre conversation and a little forced merriment, this was definitely NOT the man he had known for so many years.
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