The Cage
Title: The Cage
Author: Crimsonyght666
Rating: PG-13/R
Pairing: Ville/Bam
Genre: Horror
Disclaimer: Don't own. Don't sue, just got overdosed by watching to many horror movies.
And a big thanks to fadedpictures13 for Betaing this story for me.
Previous Chapters:
Ch.1
Ch.2
Swedish:
Få en förbanna rum! -Get a damn room!
Stoppa den -Stop it!
Du dum konstig. -You stupid queers.
Frisk och kry, vad er du gör?! -Halen, what are you doing?!
Finnish:
Te hankkia hieman sopimaton palvelija Bam Bam. -You have been a naughty boy Bam Bam.
Heila -Sweetheart
Chapter Three
Grinding my hips up towards Ville’s covetously, I growled in frustration observing that these clothes had to go, and were just in the way.
“Få en förbanna rum!” Hulda yelled out, giggling like mad. I didn’t understand what the fuck she had just said, but I ignored it, as I was desperately trying to slide my hands under Ville’s shirt, our bodies being so close, making it almost impossible to get my hands in-between.
Ripping off Ville’s shirt successfully, I began moving my hands up and down his slim, firm chest, rubbing my thumbs over his nipples, causing them to stiffen under my touch. Bringing my hands back down to rest against his ass, I gave it a slight squeeze, chuckling as Ville gave a girly yelp, then looked down at me scornfully (but playfully), before moving his hands down, hooking his fingers into the waist of my jeans. “Te hankkia hieman sopimaton palvelija Bam Bam.” Bucking my hips up, I whimpered as I felt the friction of our erections rubbing together between the fabrics of our jeans.
Giving a sideway glance, I noticed the slightly shocked expressions on the other campers, and an angered looking Halen, glaring at us from across the fire-pit, I was to drunk to care until he spoke up. “Stoppa den!” He yelled out, I was taken aback by his sudden out burst, slightly killing the mood me and Ville had going. “Du dum konstig.” He muttered out harshly, before breaking a beer bottle, keeping a tight grip on the neck of the broken bottle.
“What?!” I exclaimed, looking cautiously as best I could through my drunken haze at the proclaimed ‘weapon’ in Halen’s hand.
“Bammie!” Ville shrieked I cringed at the ear piercing noise so close to my ear.
“Frisk och kry, vad er du gör?!” Maj had yelled out, moving forward towards Halen, trying to calm him down. He looked fine not too long ago; he was dancing around and seemed in a ‘happy high’ earlier, but now there was a murderous look in his eyes.
I felt Ville circle his arms around me, and clutch me in a tight embrace, whimpering softly, as we watched the two yell and snap at each other, I kept an eye on Maj worried that the sharp bottle Halen was swinging around as he yelled would hit her by accident (or on purpose) and end up either wounding her badly or killing her.
“I’m sorry, but Halen can get like this when he’s drunk.” Bergren said in between hiccups, he seemed to be sobering up faster than the rest of us, but he just shifted from where he was standing and plopped himself beside us sipping quietly on his beer watching Maj and Halen. “His mood changes often when he’s intoxicated, one minute he can be happy, then next thing you know, he can be an emotional wreck.” Bergren explained to us, wait scratch that, to me. Obviously Ville had fallen asleep, sometime, without me noticing, sneaky little bastard. Grabbing the blanket I pulled it up over us, making sure to keep us warm.
I stayed awake for a little while longer, well, long enough to see Halen stop yelling and just lay down on the earth floor, arms tucked behind his head as he looked up at the sky with a faint smile.
Sighing, I leaned back with ease, kissing the top of Ville’s head before snaking my arms around his waist, legs entangled together.
‘Bam!’ I heard my lover yell, his voice mingled with fear and distress. I looked around desperately trying to locate where his voice was coming from, I was beginning to panic - I couldn’t find Ville. All that kept me going was his voice screaming out my name; I felt sick to my stomach as to what might have happened to him, or what’s happening to him.
‘Ville?’ I hollered, in apprehension, I was on the verge of tears, I had been looking for Ville, for hours, days, it seemed, but to no avail, and all I heard was the same cry. ‘Please...’ I whispered out, my voice cracking, desperate, I thought about giving up, but the only thing that kept me going was my name being called every once in a while, though, as I tried to near it, it seemed to grow fainter and fainter, with each step I took the softer the cry, the more it wrenched at my heart. I felt like a blind man trying to look for something, that I know I cannot see, or find.
Crumpling to the floor, leaves and twigs snapping and crushed beneath my weight, I stayed there on all fours, fresh hot tears cascading down my face. My body felt weak, exhaustion taking over me. My body wracking with sobs, I decided to lay there, letting the tears dry up, making my face feeling slightly tight and itchy from the salty tears.
Letting my eyes droop, I let out a tired sigh, body shaking; I curled up into myself, trying to control my breathing. A cough escaping my lips every once in a while, always the distant sound of my lover echoing inside my head, I couldn’t tell if it was real or not anymore, reality and fantasy, seemed to be one of the same.
Everything was quite now; even the sound of Ville’s plea for help had died away, leaving it eerily silent, a sense of unease washing over me. I heard the distant caw of a crow, and the fluttering of many bird wings. Looking over with bloodshot eyes, I stole a quick glance up at the sky, only to be met with nothing; only the tops of the trees and darkness of the sky greeted me.
‘Kulta...’ Gasping slightly, I turned my head around, relieved to find Ville standing there, his face hidden slightly by the shadows of the trees, looming overhead. Peering closer, something seemed off, different. His cheeks looked sunken, his eyes hollow and had black rimming around his once piercing green eyes, his tall lanky form, was slightly hunched over, bony hands reaching out to graze my face. Blood was trickling form the corner of his mouth, dripping off from his chin he looked at me with a blank stare, before his whole body caved in, his neck making a crunching noise, the skin starting to peel away, decomposing flesh, and bone appearing, blood pouring everywhere, the smell of a rotting decomposing body reaching my nostrils, I couldn’t keep myself from throwing up, my eyes rolling back with each heave. I felt myself start to hyper ventilate, this wasn’t real, it couldn’t be... The vile taste of vomit stung my throat, my eyes pricking with tears, and then I started screaming.
“Bam! Bam! Wake up!” Rough but gentle hands were shaking me. Cracking my eyes open, I saw that there was no smell of rotting flesh, or it being dark. Everything seemed so real… I thought before I heaved clutching my sides, I sat there for a while trying to steady my breathing, while the firm, yet familiar, hand of my boyfriend rubbed up and down my back soothingly, whispering calming words. Crying silently, I tried to get the images of Ville’s decomposing corpse still fresh in my mind, to leave. “Shh, it’s alright heila.” Ville’s calm voice, soothing me, I leaned back into his arms, not caring about the looks of worry being thrown my way by the other campers. Wrapping my arms tightly around Ville, I nuzzled my face into the crook of his neck, taking deep slow breaths, letting my eyes shut as I he rocked me back and forth slowly, singing low and softly in my ear, resting his head against mine.
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Love/Hate?
Comment please.
Author: Crimsonyght666
Rating: PG-13/R
Pairing: Ville/Bam
Genre: Horror
Disclaimer: Don't own. Don't sue, just got overdosed by watching to many horror movies.
And a big thanks to fadedpictures13 for Betaing this story for me.
Previous Chapters:
Ch.1
Ch.2
Swedish:
Få en förbanna rum! -Get a damn room!
Stoppa den -Stop it!
Du dum konstig. -You stupid queers.
Frisk och kry, vad er du gör?! -Halen, what are you doing?!
Finnish:
Te hankkia hieman sopimaton palvelija Bam Bam. -You have been a naughty boy Bam Bam.
Heila -Sweetheart
Chapter Three
Grinding my hips up towards Ville’s covetously, I growled in frustration observing that these clothes had to go, and were just in the way.
“Få en förbanna rum!” Hulda yelled out, giggling like mad. I didn’t understand what the fuck she had just said, but I ignored it, as I was desperately trying to slide my hands under Ville’s shirt, our bodies being so close, making it almost impossible to get my hands in-between.
Ripping off Ville’s shirt successfully, I began moving my hands up and down his slim, firm chest, rubbing my thumbs over his nipples, causing them to stiffen under my touch. Bringing my hands back down to rest against his ass, I gave it a slight squeeze, chuckling as Ville gave a girly yelp, then looked down at me scornfully (but playfully), before moving his hands down, hooking his fingers into the waist of my jeans. “Te hankkia hieman sopimaton palvelija Bam Bam.” Bucking my hips up, I whimpered as I felt the friction of our erections rubbing together between the fabrics of our jeans.
Giving a sideway glance, I noticed the slightly shocked expressions on the other campers, and an angered looking Halen, glaring at us from across the fire-pit, I was to drunk to care until he spoke up. “Stoppa den!” He yelled out, I was taken aback by his sudden out burst, slightly killing the mood me and Ville had going. “Du dum konstig.” He muttered out harshly, before breaking a beer bottle, keeping a tight grip on the neck of the broken bottle.
“What?!” I exclaimed, looking cautiously as best I could through my drunken haze at the proclaimed ‘weapon’ in Halen’s hand.
“Bammie!” Ville shrieked I cringed at the ear piercing noise so close to my ear.
“Frisk och kry, vad er du gör?!” Maj had yelled out, moving forward towards Halen, trying to calm him down. He looked fine not too long ago; he was dancing around and seemed in a ‘happy high’ earlier, but now there was a murderous look in his eyes.
I felt Ville circle his arms around me, and clutch me in a tight embrace, whimpering softly, as we watched the two yell and snap at each other, I kept an eye on Maj worried that the sharp bottle Halen was swinging around as he yelled would hit her by accident (or on purpose) and end up either wounding her badly or killing her.
“I’m sorry, but Halen can get like this when he’s drunk.” Bergren said in between hiccups, he seemed to be sobering up faster than the rest of us, but he just shifted from where he was standing and plopped himself beside us sipping quietly on his beer watching Maj and Halen. “His mood changes often when he’s intoxicated, one minute he can be happy, then next thing you know, he can be an emotional wreck.” Bergren explained to us, wait scratch that, to me. Obviously Ville had fallen asleep, sometime, without me noticing, sneaky little bastard. Grabbing the blanket I pulled it up over us, making sure to keep us warm.
I stayed awake for a little while longer, well, long enough to see Halen stop yelling and just lay down on the earth floor, arms tucked behind his head as he looked up at the sky with a faint smile.
Sighing, I leaned back with ease, kissing the top of Ville’s head before snaking my arms around his waist, legs entangled together.
‘Bam!’ I heard my lover yell, his voice mingled with fear and distress. I looked around desperately trying to locate where his voice was coming from, I was beginning to panic - I couldn’t find Ville. All that kept me going was his voice screaming out my name; I felt sick to my stomach as to what might have happened to him, or what’s happening to him.
‘Ville?’ I hollered, in apprehension, I was on the verge of tears, I had been looking for Ville, for hours, days, it seemed, but to no avail, and all I heard was the same cry. ‘Please...’ I whispered out, my voice cracking, desperate, I thought about giving up, but the only thing that kept me going was my name being called every once in a while, though, as I tried to near it, it seemed to grow fainter and fainter, with each step I took the softer the cry, the more it wrenched at my heart. I felt like a blind man trying to look for something, that I know I cannot see, or find.
Crumpling to the floor, leaves and twigs snapping and crushed beneath my weight, I stayed there on all fours, fresh hot tears cascading down my face. My body felt weak, exhaustion taking over me. My body wracking with sobs, I decided to lay there, letting the tears dry up, making my face feeling slightly tight and itchy from the salty tears.
Letting my eyes droop, I let out a tired sigh, body shaking; I curled up into myself, trying to control my breathing. A cough escaping my lips every once in a while, always the distant sound of my lover echoing inside my head, I couldn’t tell if it was real or not anymore, reality and fantasy, seemed to be one of the same.
Everything was quite now; even the sound of Ville’s plea for help had died away, leaving it eerily silent, a sense of unease washing over me. I heard the distant caw of a crow, and the fluttering of many bird wings. Looking over with bloodshot eyes, I stole a quick glance up at the sky, only to be met with nothing; only the tops of the trees and darkness of the sky greeted me.
‘Kulta...’ Gasping slightly, I turned my head around, relieved to find Ville standing there, his face hidden slightly by the shadows of the trees, looming overhead. Peering closer, something seemed off, different. His cheeks looked sunken, his eyes hollow and had black rimming around his once piercing green eyes, his tall lanky form, was slightly hunched over, bony hands reaching out to graze my face. Blood was trickling form the corner of his mouth, dripping off from his chin he looked at me with a blank stare, before his whole body caved in, his neck making a crunching noise, the skin starting to peel away, decomposing flesh, and bone appearing, blood pouring everywhere, the smell of a rotting decomposing body reaching my nostrils, I couldn’t keep myself from throwing up, my eyes rolling back with each heave. I felt myself start to hyper ventilate, this wasn’t real, it couldn’t be... The vile taste of vomit stung my throat, my eyes pricking with tears, and then I started screaming.
“Bam! Bam! Wake up!” Rough but gentle hands were shaking me. Cracking my eyes open, I saw that there was no smell of rotting flesh, or it being dark. Everything seemed so real… I thought before I heaved clutching my sides, I sat there for a while trying to steady my breathing, while the firm, yet familiar, hand of my boyfriend rubbed up and down my back soothingly, whispering calming words. Crying silently, I tried to get the images of Ville’s decomposing corpse still fresh in my mind, to leave. “Shh, it’s alright heila.” Ville’s calm voice, soothing me, I leaned back into his arms, not caring about the looks of worry being thrown my way by the other campers. Wrapping my arms tightly around Ville, I nuzzled my face into the crook of his neck, taking deep slow breaths, letting my eyes shut as I he rocked me back and forth slowly, singing low and softly in my ear, resting his head against mine.
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Love/Hate?
Comment please.