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Title: Even Your Shadow I Miss
Chapter: Two
Rating: Has now become R and do not read unless you are willing to expect NC-17 ratings in the future.
Genre: Drama, romance
Author: Me
Pairing: Vamness, my lovelies.
Disclaimer: I never owned them. And in the future I may, but currently I don't. But I DO own the poetry.
Summary: A series of events in Bam and Ville's lives.
Chapter One: http://community.livejournal.com/__vam/1437448.html
Even Your Shadow I Miss
Part Two
Let me turn my head away from you
And lay it upon this pillow
Close my eyes and dream of a time
When I didn't want to hate you
Ville dialed Bam's number at about three a.m. his time, sighing when the voicemail picked up. "Bammie, it's Ville. I got your message, so call me when you get mine. Love you, miss you, all that jazz." He made a kissing noise into the phone and hung up.
He was a little worried that Bam's voicemail had answered. Bam's voicemail never answered. He did the math in his head and then called Bam's house phone.
"Hello?"
"Hi, April. It's Ville." He paused for a second, thinking of how to phrase his question. "Bam left me a voicemail and now I can't get a hold of him. Do you know-"
"He left." April said. "He just got in his car and left a few hours ago. I'm sure he'll be back soon enough. I'll give him the message."
"Thanks." Ville hung up his phone a moment later and sighed yet again. After talking to Bam his entire day had gone to hell. Or evening, rather, considering it had been about five in the evening when he had called his boyfriend.
He tossed the phone onto his bed and pulled his shirt over his head, stripping and pulling on a pair of sweatpants. He threw himself onto the bed and buried his head under a pillow, willing himself to go to sleep. The quicker he fell asleep, the quicker the night would pass and the quicker he'd see Bam again.
* * *
With tears in his eyes, Bam hailed a cab and gave the driver the address to Ville's apartment complex. Too mentally exhausted to wait for change, he gave the driver nearly triple the price of the fare and turned to look at the door of the brick building.
He ran the back of his hand over his eyes and took a deep breath, Ville's tee shirt still clutched tightly in his hand. He pulled Ville's spare key out of his pocket and opened the front door before slowly walking two flights up the stairs.
As much as Bam hated the thought of Ville with anyone else, he hated the thought of losing the man he loved more. Once outside the door, staring at the numbers 27 on the wood, he couldn't raise his hand to knock on it.
Tears spilled out of his eyes as he twisted the shirt he held his hands. "How could you?" he murmured to the door. We had everything, Ville. What could she give you that I couldn't?
He slipped the key into the lock and opened the door, shutting it quietly behind him. Second door on the right. It was already open and Bam froze, staring at the sleeping form of his boyfriend. The pale skin adorned by tattoos burned onto Bam's own flesh. The dark hair falling in the closed green eyes. Dark lips slightly parted and turned upward in a small smile.
All I ever wanted was for you to love me. I'd die for you. I'd walk into fire. I'd leave everything for you, Ville. How could you do this to us?
Bam moved toward the bed and froze yet again when he heard his name tumble from his lover's lips. Then he lost it. He yanked the sheets off the bed and seized Ville by the shoulders, shaking the older man awake in tears, sobs racking his body.
It wasn't hard for Ville to pull himself away from Bam and take the boy's hands in his. "Bammie? Bammie, what's wrong?"
"I hate you!" the blue eyed boy screamed. "I hate you! How could you, Ville? How could you do this? You said you loved me! You fucking liar!"
Ville's green eyes were widened in confusion and pain. "Bammie, what are you talking about? Of course I love you. You know I love you."
"Then why did you cheat on me?"
"I never cheated on you." Ville said, concern in his voice rather than the defensive anger that would be lacing most other men's voices at that moment. He knew that when his boyfriend went into hysterics it never lead to anything good or anything that could be solved by a hangover remedy. "Bammie, why would you think I cheated on you?"
"There's lipstick on your shirt!" Bam tore himself from Ville and grabbed the garment off the floor where he had dropped it, throwing it on the bed between himself and his boyfriend. "Who is she? Was she pretty? Do you love her?"
Despite the seriousness of the situation, Ville couldn't silence the small laugh that escaped his mouth. "Oh, Bammie." He shook his head and looked up at the other man. "Bammie, love, that's my lipstick."
And between the relief in the green eyes and the beating of his own heart, Bam felt incredibly stupid as he let out his own laugh. "It's . . . it's your lipstick?"
"I put it on and wipe it off." Ville said. "For color."
"Cross-dressing queer." Bam said with a grin on his face.
Ville reached out and pulled Bam onto the bed, laughing when the younger boy rolled over, laying on top of him. "You love me for it." His lips pressed to his boyfriend's in a kiss much needed.
"I'm sorry." Bam mumbled against his boyfriend's kiss.
"I know."
"I love you so much."
"I know."
"You're supposed to say it back."
"It back."
Bam laughed and moved his lips to his boyfriend's neck, biting the pale flesh and sucking it, leaving the beginnings of what looked to be a dark bruise.
Ville's hands roamed over Bam's back, slipping under his shirt. He ran his fingernails across his boyfriend's skin, digging them into the sensitive skin and smiling as his felt his boyfriend's moan against his own pulse. His hands grasped the bottom of Bam's shirt and pulled it up.
Bam groaned when he had to pull away from Ville, but he grinned when the shirt was thrown to the floor and he found himself on his back, staring into those emerald orbs. He ran his hands through Ville's dark hair as the other man drug his teeth across Bam's skin, stopping to nibble at his boyfriend's nipples while his hands fumbled with the button and zipper on the younger man's jeans.
Bam swore and bucked upward when Ville's hand slipped inside his jeans and rubbed across the material of his boxers. "Oh, God, Ville. Fuck me."
The man just smiled.
And when I need you most
You just flash that cheeky grin
And laugh at my desperation
As I press against your skin
---TBC---
I'm sooooo mean. -cackles-
Review and I'll updated. -nods-
Chapter: Two
Rating: Has now become R and do not read unless you are willing to expect NC-17 ratings in the future.
Genre: Drama, romance
Author: Me
Pairing: Vamness, my lovelies.
Disclaimer: I never owned them. And in the future I may, but currently I don't. But I DO own the poetry.
Summary: A series of events in Bam and Ville's lives.
Chapter One: http://community.livejournal.com/__vam/1437448.html
Even Your Shadow I Miss
Part Two
Let me turn my head away from you
And lay it upon this pillow
Close my eyes and dream of a time
When I didn't want to hate you
Ville dialed Bam's number at about three a.m. his time, sighing when the voicemail picked up. "Bammie, it's Ville. I got your message, so call me when you get mine. Love you, miss you, all that jazz." He made a kissing noise into the phone and hung up.
He was a little worried that Bam's voicemail had answered. Bam's voicemail never answered. He did the math in his head and then called Bam's house phone.
"Hello?"
"Hi, April. It's Ville." He paused for a second, thinking of how to phrase his question. "Bam left me a voicemail and now I can't get a hold of him. Do you know-"
"He left." April said. "He just got in his car and left a few hours ago. I'm sure he'll be back soon enough. I'll give him the message."
"Thanks." Ville hung up his phone a moment later and sighed yet again. After talking to Bam his entire day had gone to hell. Or evening, rather, considering it had been about five in the evening when he had called his boyfriend.
He tossed the phone onto his bed and pulled his shirt over his head, stripping and pulling on a pair of sweatpants. He threw himself onto the bed and buried his head under a pillow, willing himself to go to sleep. The quicker he fell asleep, the quicker the night would pass and the quicker he'd see Bam again.
* * *
With tears in his eyes, Bam hailed a cab and gave the driver the address to Ville's apartment complex. Too mentally exhausted to wait for change, he gave the driver nearly triple the price of the fare and turned to look at the door of the brick building.
He ran the back of his hand over his eyes and took a deep breath, Ville's tee shirt still clutched tightly in his hand. He pulled Ville's spare key out of his pocket and opened the front door before slowly walking two flights up the stairs.
As much as Bam hated the thought of Ville with anyone else, he hated the thought of losing the man he loved more. Once outside the door, staring at the numbers 27 on the wood, he couldn't raise his hand to knock on it.
Tears spilled out of his eyes as he twisted the shirt he held his hands. "How could you?" he murmured to the door. We had everything, Ville. What could she give you that I couldn't?
He slipped the key into the lock and opened the door, shutting it quietly behind him. Second door on the right. It was already open and Bam froze, staring at the sleeping form of his boyfriend. The pale skin adorned by tattoos burned onto Bam's own flesh. The dark hair falling in the closed green eyes. Dark lips slightly parted and turned upward in a small smile.
All I ever wanted was for you to love me. I'd die for you. I'd walk into fire. I'd leave everything for you, Ville. How could you do this to us?
Bam moved toward the bed and froze yet again when he heard his name tumble from his lover's lips. Then he lost it. He yanked the sheets off the bed and seized Ville by the shoulders, shaking the older man awake in tears, sobs racking his body.
It wasn't hard for Ville to pull himself away from Bam and take the boy's hands in his. "Bammie? Bammie, what's wrong?"
"I hate you!" the blue eyed boy screamed. "I hate you! How could you, Ville? How could you do this? You said you loved me! You fucking liar!"
Ville's green eyes were widened in confusion and pain. "Bammie, what are you talking about? Of course I love you. You know I love you."
"Then why did you cheat on me?"
"I never cheated on you." Ville said, concern in his voice rather than the defensive anger that would be lacing most other men's voices at that moment. He knew that when his boyfriend went into hysterics it never lead to anything good or anything that could be solved by a hangover remedy. "Bammie, why would you think I cheated on you?"
"There's lipstick on your shirt!" Bam tore himself from Ville and grabbed the garment off the floor where he had dropped it, throwing it on the bed between himself and his boyfriend. "Who is she? Was she pretty? Do you love her?"
Despite the seriousness of the situation, Ville couldn't silence the small laugh that escaped his mouth. "Oh, Bammie." He shook his head and looked up at the other man. "Bammie, love, that's my lipstick."
And between the relief in the green eyes and the beating of his own heart, Bam felt incredibly stupid as he let out his own laugh. "It's . . . it's your lipstick?"
"I put it on and wipe it off." Ville said. "For color."
"Cross-dressing queer." Bam said with a grin on his face.
Ville reached out and pulled Bam onto the bed, laughing when the younger boy rolled over, laying on top of him. "You love me for it." His lips pressed to his boyfriend's in a kiss much needed.
"I'm sorry." Bam mumbled against his boyfriend's kiss.
"I know."
"I love you so much."
"I know."
"You're supposed to say it back."
"It back."
Bam laughed and moved his lips to his boyfriend's neck, biting the pale flesh and sucking it, leaving the beginnings of what looked to be a dark bruise.
Ville's hands roamed over Bam's back, slipping under his shirt. He ran his fingernails across his boyfriend's skin, digging them into the sensitive skin and smiling as his felt his boyfriend's moan against his own pulse. His hands grasped the bottom of Bam's shirt and pulled it up.
Bam groaned when he had to pull away from Ville, but he grinned when the shirt was thrown to the floor and he found himself on his back, staring into those emerald orbs. He ran his hands through Ville's dark hair as the other man drug his teeth across Bam's skin, stopping to nibble at his boyfriend's nipples while his hands fumbled with the button and zipper on the younger man's jeans.
Bam swore and bucked upward when Ville's hand slipped inside his jeans and rubbed across the material of his boxers. "Oh, God, Ville. Fuck me."
The man just smiled.
And when I need you most
You just flash that cheeky grin
And laugh at my desperation
As I press against your skin
---TBC---
I'm sooooo mean. -cackles-
Review and I'll updated. -nods-