New Fic - I'm taking back the life you stole... 04
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 door shut behind the fleeing Finn, a bang that rocked the hinges. Two of the scoffers high-fived each other, thrilled by his reaction, by the hint of moisture they had seen in his eyes. One of them pulled his stringy brown hair back from his face, revealing a scraggy ‘almost’ beard that grew across his face like lichen over rock, over a face that could have been attractive were it not so Used, were it not for the vicious sneer that patterned it.
“Run away little faggot, run run run!!”
“What the hell?!”
“See him go… little pussy.”
Jussi stepped forward, razor blade at his neck swinging. Jyrkki stepped behind him and grabbed his shoulders.
“Not worth it.”
“You heard what he said, about Rakohammas?”
“Yes. But I think someone else has dibs on this fuckwit.”
“Really. So… one of you shits is going to take me? I’d like to see you fucking try.”
“Not one of them.”
Gerard had been frozen by the stream of invective, the words striking home, a reminder of when they had been snarled directly into his face and then repeated over a PA to a baying audience - repeated until he had hidden away, falling into loving arms that offered a barricade, an offensive wall. He broke free from his memories, his stupor of shock and pain.
“I can’t fucking believe you McCracken.”
“Believe it, Emo-boy.”
The elder Way raised an eyebrow at that, and then cocked his head to the side.
“Emo boy? A new insult, how very fucking clever. Go on-line did we?”
“Fucking bastard.”
“Leave my parents out of this!”
Gerard came closer still, bypassing the Finnish contingent and friends, getting ever closer to someone he had thought he knew.
“I always knew you could be a complete asshole, but this is plumbing new depths, even for you.”
“What? Strike a nerve did I?”
“Strike a nerve? Makes a change from hitting me in the fucking face.”
“You were asking for it!”
“Really. I thought I was asking you to stop drinking, I thought I was asking you to stop the pills.”
“All up in my fucking FACE.”
“So you hit me.”
“Asking for it, begging for it.”
“Begging you to let me go… begging you to get off me.”
His voice was low; the Jersey accent never seeming more threatening. A few muted gasps were heard and eyes swivelled.
“Faggot… pussy boy… little pussy… Did I miss one? Funny thing is BERT, not what you said when you were kissing me on stage. Definitely not what you were calling me when you were trying to undo my pants.”
“You didn’t say no.”
“I fucking screamed it you asshole. Loud enough to be heard - fortunately.”
“You were mine.”
“I belong to myself you bastard. To me and to my lover, he has a part of me, holds my heart and my soul - no-one else.”
He looked defiantly at the crowd.
“I’m bi, and with a man. Anyone got anything to fucking say?”
He stared them down, 5’7” of pissed off Italian; shockingly enough, no-one took him up on the offer.
“I need some fucking air; the ‘smell’ in here is getting to me.”
He stalked away, heading for the doors. There were murmurs behind him and one set of footsteps coming up quickly. A quiet voice made the furious American pause.
“Gerard?”
He half turned his head to see sympathetic pale blue eyes.
“Here.”
A tall paper cup of coffee was held out to him and he reflexively took it, no emotional strain enough to blunt his caffeine need. A few sugar packets followed, then a can of Red Bull.
“Lot of caffeine here…?”
“Lauri. The Red Bull is for...”
Gee got the idea and nodded.
“I’ll check.”
“Thank you. You two might have more to talk about than you realise.”
Gerard looked at the small Finn, his meaning clear in the few words he had said.
“OK.”
A bright smile and he darted off, feathers dancing as he went back to his friends. Gee sighed and kept on, to what - he was not certain.
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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 door shut behind the fleeing Finn, a bang that rocked the hinges. Two of the scoffers high-fived each other, thrilled by his reaction, by the hint of moisture they had seen in his eyes. One of them pulled his stringy brown hair back from his face, revealing a scraggy ‘almost’ beard that grew across his face like lichen over rock, over a face that could have been attractive were it not so Used, were it not for the vicious sneer that patterned it.
“Run away little faggot, run run run!!”
“What the hell?!”
“See him go… little pussy.”
Jussi stepped forward, razor blade at his neck swinging. Jyrkki stepped behind him and grabbed his shoulders.
“Not worth it.”
“You heard what he said, about Rakohammas?”
“Yes. But I think someone else has dibs on this fuckwit.”
“Really. So… one of you shits is going to take me? I’d like to see you fucking try.”
“Not one of them.”
Gerard had been frozen by the stream of invective, the words striking home, a reminder of when they had been snarled directly into his face and then repeated over a PA to a baying audience - repeated until he had hidden away, falling into loving arms that offered a barricade, an offensive wall. He broke free from his memories, his stupor of shock and pain.
“I can’t fucking believe you McCracken.”
“Believe it, Emo-boy.”
The elder Way raised an eyebrow at that, and then cocked his head to the side.
“Emo boy? A new insult, how very fucking clever. Go on-line did we?”
“Fucking bastard.”
“Leave my parents out of this!”
Gerard came closer still, bypassing the Finnish contingent and friends, getting ever closer to someone he had thought he knew.
“I always knew you could be a complete asshole, but this is plumbing new depths, even for you.”
“What? Strike a nerve did I?”
“Strike a nerve? Makes a change from hitting me in the fucking face.”
“You were asking for it!”
“Really. I thought I was asking you to stop drinking, I thought I was asking you to stop the pills.”
“All up in my fucking FACE.”
“So you hit me.”
“Asking for it, begging for it.”
“Begging you to let me go… begging you to get off me.”
His voice was low; the Jersey accent never seeming more threatening. A few muted gasps were heard and eyes swivelled.
“Faggot… pussy boy… little pussy… Did I miss one? Funny thing is BERT, not what you said when you were kissing me on stage. Definitely not what you were calling me when you were trying to undo my pants.”
“You didn’t say no.”
“I fucking screamed it you asshole. Loud enough to be heard - fortunately.”
“You were mine.”
“I belong to myself you bastard. To me and to my lover, he has a part of me, holds my heart and my soul - no-one else.”
He looked defiantly at the crowd.
“I’m bi, and with a man. Anyone got anything to fucking say?”
He stared them down, 5’7” of pissed off Italian; shockingly enough, no-one took him up on the offer.
“I need some fucking air; the ‘smell’ in here is getting to me.”
He stalked away, heading for the doors. There were murmurs behind him and one set of footsteps coming up quickly. A quiet voice made the furious American pause.
“Gerard?”
He half turned his head to see sympathetic pale blue eyes.
“Here.”
A tall paper cup of coffee was held out to him and he reflexively took it, no emotional strain enough to blunt his caffeine need. A few sugar packets followed, then a can of Red Bull.
“Lot of caffeine here…?”
“Lauri. The Red Bull is for...”
Gee got the idea and nodded.
“I’ll check.”
“Thank you. You two might have more to talk about than you realise.”
Gerard looked at the small Finn, his meaning clear in the few words he had said.
“OK.”
A bright smile and he darted off, feathers dancing as he went back to his friends. Gee sighed and kept on, to what - he was not certain.
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