heartache every moment chapter 1
RATING- nc17
PAIRING- vam obviously!
WARNINGS- non-con and evil Bam, if you don't like, don't read
DISCLAIMER- all i own is the plot, if i did own them i'd be filming them having sex, not writing fiction!
Bam margera stood in a dark corner nursing his beer, watching everyone around him having a great time. He'd been invited to H.I.M's end of tour party and at the time had thought it was a good idea. He was beginning to regret coming though, as he watched the man he'd loved secretly for years, flirting and grinding on the dancefloor with anybody that caught his eye.
** Why? why can't he tell how much he's hurting me like this, how much I love him? I know he's not against sleeping with men so why doesn't he flirt with me like that? **
Bam's musings were interupted by the object of his affections invading his personal space.
"Bam, darling! how are you? you've been in this corner by yourself all evening, what's wrong?"
Bam tried hard not to moan as Ville kissed him full on the lips, but reminded himself that Ville always kissed everyone like that, it didn't mean anything, it was just Ville being Ville.
"Ville, how much have you had to drink? you smell like you've bathed in your beer, not drunk it"
"I might be a little drunk but nothing for you worry about, love. Now what's wrong with you? anything I can help you with?"
** Yeah, you can stop flirting with those worthless groupies and fuck me instead, I'd be fine then **
"Nothing's wrong Ville, I just felt like being on my own for a while, you know how it is, too much overcrowding I guess" Bam said in his best cheerful voice, hoping that his friend was too drunk to notice that he was lying. Luckily for him, ville accepted his excuse and went over to the bar to talk to Linde.
Two hours later and Bam was trying hard to control the anger and grief that was welling up inside him, partly because of the amount of alcohol he had consumed and partly because Ville, his beautiful, darling Ville, was standing in the middle of the dancefloor with his tongue down the throat of some groupie, some MALE groupie that had managed to blag his way into the private party.
As he watched the guys hands slide inside the back of Ville's tight, black jeans, something inside Bam snapped. He knew he had to get Ville away from that guy and he also knew that he was going to have Ville tonight, whether Ville wanted to be had or not.
Bam downed the last dregs of beer from his glass and started across the room towards Ville. If he had been sober and hadn't had to watch his love with another man all evening, he might have realized that what he was contemplating doing was not only against the law but against all of his morals, but at that moment, getting Ville away from the guy that was groping him and trying to force Ville to love him the same way he loved Ville, was sounding a better idea the more he thought about it.
Ville looked up as he felt his new 'friend' **what is his name again? Carl?...Chris? something beginning with C anyway** being pulled away from him. Through his slightly blurred vision, he saw Bam forcibly leading him towards the exit and away from Callum ** that's his name, Callum!! how can Gas say that I never remember the names of the men I flirt with?!**
"Bam, what are you doing? I was talking to him, why did you drag me away?"
"that's funny, I didn't realize you could talk with your tongue halfway down his throat like that" Bam replied irritably "besides, you've had too much to drink, you need to sleep it off"
you're probably right, I'm starting to feel a little unsteady now. Do you think you could help me up to my room, love?"
**typical, the only time he asks me up to his room and it's because he's drunk and he can't make it by himself, I bet he'd waste no time in asking his little band groupie up for the night** thought Bam angrily. He couldn't bring himself to say what he was thinking to Ville though, so instead he replied "no problem, I was going to help you anyway, you don't look like you could make it by yourself"
"thank you Bam darling, I don't know what I'd do without you sometimes, you're a good friend to me"
Bam almost cried at Ville's innocent words. **Friends, that's all he ever thinks of me as, just a friend. He'll be mine tonight though, I'll show him how much I love him and he'll know that we are meant to be so much more** with that in mind, Bam continued guiding a very drunk Ville back to his hotel room.