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Do It Like A Whore (Just Business) Chapter 20
Author: war_of_ataraxis
Pairing: Ville/Bam
Rating: PG-13 this chapter, NC-17 later
Summary: Ville is a street whore, running low on business for the night, when a cute guy in a nice car offers to pay him for his company. Ville accepts, and goes home with him -- how much does this cute stranger have in mind, and how much is Ville willing to give?
Disclaimer: Do not own, don't sue me, I have no money, and god knows the RIAA wants me more for the 13,000 14,000 songs on my computer...
Previous chapters and writing archive found at love_sex_angst
The anger raged through my body, but before I could land another punch to his face, I felt two strong arms wrap around me, pulling me away from Johnny's body. I swung wildly, attempting to fight away whoever it was, but I heard Ryan's gruff voice in my ear.
"Stop. Fucking stop! We need to get the fuck out of here."
I looked back toward where Bam leaned lightly on a car, staring at the ground before looking back to see Johnny stumbling from the ground, pressing a hand to his slightly bloody lip as he glared angrily at me.
"You little fucking psycho! What the fuck is your problem, man?"
My eyes flickered subconsciously to Bam again, and I looked back to Johnny to see him smirking. "Oh, are you his new little bitch? Does he need you to fight his battles? What, is he exchanging a cheap fuck for trying to beat the shit out of me? Huh?"
I tried to lunge for him again, but Ryan held me back, causing Johnny to laugh.
"No, let him go, Dunn, let's see what he can do. C'mon you little fuck, what are you going to do about it?"
Hatred burned in my eyes, but I finally just relaxed. "You're not even worth my fucking time."
I turned and moved toward Bam, clenching my fists, wincing as pain shot through my hand and I could hear the little prick snickering behind me. "I'll see you in hell, sweetheart, me and you'll have fun."
I shook my head violently, feeling Dunn's fingers around my forearm as he directed me toward some car I didn't recognize; but I allowed him to lead Bam and I anyway, opening the door and allowing us to crawl inside.
Bam huddled against the door, staring blankly out the window and only whimpering slightly when I reached out to touch him with my unharmed hand. I couldn't stand not being able to touch him and finally pulled him over to me, cradling him lightly against my chest as Ryan pulled onto a random street, heading, I could only assume, back to Bam's house. Bam didn't fight me, but he didn't react much as I combed my hand through his hair and pressed a kiss to top of his head.
"You're gonna be okay..." I'd whisper quietly, half as a consolation to myself and half to him, hugging him as tightly as I could, eyes flickering out the window trying to recognize the places we flew past.
Finally we pulled into Bam's driveway and Ryan's eyes flickered up to the rearview mirror to meet mine. "I'll bring his car back tomorrow for him...'
"He's leaving in the morning for a demo," my mouth formed a small unsure expression and he nodded.
"Yeah... well, I'll drop it off tomorrow... You staying here?" He asked the question lightly, and I nodded at him, reaching for the door handle finally.
"Yeah... for... a while."
I watched his shaggy blonde hair bob again as I climbed out of the car. "Alright, I'll see you tomorrow then."
"Okay... and thanks," I offered him a smile and he gave me one that could have been confused with a grimace and I could see his eyes move to Bam, who stood at my side looking at the ground.
"Take care of him," he said simply, before I watched him pull quickly out of the drive way and speed down the road.
Yeah... take care of him, when he's been the one taking care of me, I thought to myself as we walked in silence toward his front door. Well... we've been in a fight for each other already... What the hell else is going to happen?
As I followed him into the house and toward the bedroom, I just hoped that it was nothing for awhile, as I wasn't sure either of us could handle it right now.
He flopped onto the bed, fully clothed, curling into a ball almost automatically; I pushed off my shoes before scooting up to him and attempting to hug him to my chest; but as usually he was refusing my comfort.
"Do you wanna talk about it?" I asked, already knowing the answer, but I figured it was worth a shot anyway, it was better than the silence.
I was surprised when I heard his voice sound: "I hate them so much... I'm so stupid."
My eyebrows furrowed and I stared at the mess of hair that was the only part of his head revealed to me at that moment. "You're not stupid... shit like that isn't your fault," I spat angrily, thinking over the circumstances in my life that weren't my fault, but painful none the less. "How could you have known they were going to slip something in your drink? People aren't always who you think -- "
"No. I lied to him." He trembled slightly beneath my arm and I frowned.
"To who?"
"Dunn..."
Confusion was surely evident on my face. "Did you lie about getting raped, Bam?" I could hear the anger edge in my voice, but I couldn't push him away for that small part of me that thought it wasn't it.
"No. I ... I lied about what happened... How they drugged me," his voice broke and I had to lean closer to him to hear everything he was saying. "They didn't drug my drink... he gave me E. I didn't know what it was, Ville, I was so fucking stupid, and I just took it, he told me it was aspirin! And then... I didn't even really know what was happening... and..." he choked on his next words and I hugged him tightly until I heard him repeat his former statement. "I'm so stupid."
I shook my head violently. "No. No. It doesn't matter how it happened, Bammie, it's still -- "
"It was my fault, Ville!" he finally flung himself out of his tiny ball to stare right into my eyes, his own eyes rimmed with tears and full of self-hatred. "It was my fucking fault -- I was stupid. I probably deserve what happened to me."
"You don't mean that... nobody deserves it."
His whole body shook and he turned away from me on his side to look at the wall, so that I couldn't see him. "Then why did it happen? Huh? Why did it fucking happen to me?"
I could feel my own tears welling up in my eyes, at a total loss for words. "I don't know, sweetheart," I muttered, staring at the wall as well as I felt a tear slip down my cheek, thinking about my past, "I don't know why anything happens..."
Um, thoughts?
Author: war_of_ataraxis
Pairing: Ville/Bam
Rating: PG-13 this chapter, NC-17 later
Summary: Ville is a street whore, running low on business for the night, when a cute guy in a nice car offers to pay him for his company. Ville accepts, and goes home with him -- how much does this cute stranger have in mind, and how much is Ville willing to give?
Disclaimer: Do not own, don't sue me, I have no money, and god knows the RIAA wants me more for the 13,000 14,000 songs on my computer...
Previous chapters and writing archive found at love_sex_angst
The anger raged through my body, but before I could land another punch to his face, I felt two strong arms wrap around me, pulling me away from Johnny's body. I swung wildly, attempting to fight away whoever it was, but I heard Ryan's gruff voice in my ear.
"Stop. Fucking stop! We need to get the fuck out of here."
I looked back toward where Bam leaned lightly on a car, staring at the ground before looking back to see Johnny stumbling from the ground, pressing a hand to his slightly bloody lip as he glared angrily at me.
"You little fucking psycho! What the fuck is your problem, man?"
My eyes flickered subconsciously to Bam again, and I looked back to Johnny to see him smirking. "Oh, are you his new little bitch? Does he need you to fight his battles? What, is he exchanging a cheap fuck for trying to beat the shit out of me? Huh?"
I tried to lunge for him again, but Ryan held me back, causing Johnny to laugh.
"No, let him go, Dunn, let's see what he can do. C'mon you little fuck, what are you going to do about it?"
Hatred burned in my eyes, but I finally just relaxed. "You're not even worth my fucking time."
I turned and moved toward Bam, clenching my fists, wincing as pain shot through my hand and I could hear the little prick snickering behind me. "I'll see you in hell, sweetheart, me and you'll have fun."
I shook my head violently, feeling Dunn's fingers around my forearm as he directed me toward some car I didn't recognize; but I allowed him to lead Bam and I anyway, opening the door and allowing us to crawl inside.
Bam huddled against the door, staring blankly out the window and only whimpering slightly when I reached out to touch him with my unharmed hand. I couldn't stand not being able to touch him and finally pulled him over to me, cradling him lightly against my chest as Ryan pulled onto a random street, heading, I could only assume, back to Bam's house. Bam didn't fight me, but he didn't react much as I combed my hand through his hair and pressed a kiss to top of his head.
"You're gonna be okay..." I'd whisper quietly, half as a consolation to myself and half to him, hugging him as tightly as I could, eyes flickering out the window trying to recognize the places we flew past.
Finally we pulled into Bam's driveway and Ryan's eyes flickered up to the rearview mirror to meet mine. "I'll bring his car back tomorrow for him...'
"He's leaving in the morning for a demo," my mouth formed a small unsure expression and he nodded.
"Yeah... well, I'll drop it off tomorrow... You staying here?" He asked the question lightly, and I nodded at him, reaching for the door handle finally.
"Yeah... for... a while."
I watched his shaggy blonde hair bob again as I climbed out of the car. "Alright, I'll see you tomorrow then."
"Okay... and thanks," I offered him a smile and he gave me one that could have been confused with a grimace and I could see his eyes move to Bam, who stood at my side looking at the ground.
"Take care of him," he said simply, before I watched him pull quickly out of the drive way and speed down the road.
Yeah... take care of him, when he's been the one taking care of me, I thought to myself as we walked in silence toward his front door. Well... we've been in a fight for each other already... What the hell else is going to happen?
As I followed him into the house and toward the bedroom, I just hoped that it was nothing for awhile, as I wasn't sure either of us could handle it right now.
He flopped onto the bed, fully clothed, curling into a ball almost automatically; I pushed off my shoes before scooting up to him and attempting to hug him to my chest; but as usually he was refusing my comfort.
"Do you wanna talk about it?" I asked, already knowing the answer, but I figured it was worth a shot anyway, it was better than the silence.
I was surprised when I heard his voice sound: "I hate them so much... I'm so stupid."
My eyebrows furrowed and I stared at the mess of hair that was the only part of his head revealed to me at that moment. "You're not stupid... shit like that isn't your fault," I spat angrily, thinking over the circumstances in my life that weren't my fault, but painful none the less. "How could you have known they were going to slip something in your drink? People aren't always who you think -- "
"No. I lied to him." He trembled slightly beneath my arm and I frowned.
"To who?"
"Dunn..."
Confusion was surely evident on my face. "Did you lie about getting raped, Bam?" I could hear the anger edge in my voice, but I couldn't push him away for that small part of me that thought it wasn't it.
"No. I ... I lied about what happened... How they drugged me," his voice broke and I had to lean closer to him to hear everything he was saying. "They didn't drug my drink... he gave me E. I didn't know what it was, Ville, I was so fucking stupid, and I just took it, he told me it was aspirin! And then... I didn't even really know what was happening... and..." he choked on his next words and I hugged him tightly until I heard him repeat his former statement. "I'm so stupid."
I shook my head violently. "No. No. It doesn't matter how it happened, Bammie, it's still -- "
"It was my fault, Ville!" he finally flung himself out of his tiny ball to stare right into my eyes, his own eyes rimmed with tears and full of self-hatred. "It was my fucking fault -- I was stupid. I probably deserve what happened to me."
"You don't mean that... nobody deserves it."
His whole body shook and he turned away from me on his side to look at the wall, so that I couldn't see him. "Then why did it happen? Huh? Why did it fucking happen to me?"
I could feel my own tears welling up in my eyes, at a total loss for words. "I don't know, sweetheart," I muttered, staring at the wall as well as I felt a tear slip down my cheek, thinking about my past, "I don't know why anything happens..."
Um, thoughts?