Memories... ONE SHOT!!
Rating - 15
Disclaimer - Never happened. I don't own anyone, but I was allowed to borrow Ville and Bammie to star in this fic!
Summary - Ville remebers what happened to himself and his husband just a year ago.
Walking into the trashed and battered room alone, stirred memories in Villes mind he'd rather have forgotten.
"Well, well, well...what do we have hear? Your married? To a man? Now that shouldn't be" Taunted the bearded man, clutching Bam and Villes wedding picture. With a grin, he threw it to the floor, the sound of which echoed, along with the sound of three other men destroying and vandalising the room in which they were in. Bam whimpered as the glass shattered and the picture was ruined. More laughter, and a fist rained down on his bare and bruised skin...
Ville whimpered, closed his eyes, shook his head. Anything to get the memories to go away. They went, and, he moved through the room, allowing his fingers to leave ghost trails of touches on the broken furniture that littered the once majestic room. Images flickered in his mind once again.
"Its meant to better up the ass, tighter!" The bearded man chuckled, nudging his fellow gang member with glee. The other three men burst into a fit of hateful laughter, that sent chills down Bam's spine. He was scared, and, for once in his life, prepared to show it. Sobbing, he fought feebly as the tallest member of the gang - a black man with a scar spreading across the whole of his face - tore at his pants and boxers with a knife, already stained with Bams own blood.
Chocking back a sob, Ville fell to his knees. He was unsure why he was getting these mental images. He hadn't been there, only Bam, his friend, his lover, his husband!
"God so...tight...argh!" The bearded man grunted, forcing his way in and out of Bam's deteriorating body. He was losing the will to fight, just allowing the assault on his body to continue.
"Ville..." He whimpered, wishing, pleading, desperate for the man he loved.
Mental images of the gang leader, the bearded man with a permanent sarcastic grin, raping his only love filled his head.
"Your gonna love this little man...I'm gonna fuck you hard!" And with a grunt, the tall black men forced his way into Bams unwilling body, causing the skater to cry out, for tears to leak from his sore, red eyes....
Ville lay down, curled into the fetal position. Rocking back and forth slowly, he cursed the strong connection he shared with Bam, for if they they did not share such a bond,, his mind wouldn't be plagued with such memories.
"Ville..." Bam whimpered as a small, tubby man with thinning grey hair, that was limp and greasy, raped him. Another man followed in the footsteps of the three gang members before him.
Laughing, the gang continued to trash the room, continued to assault Bam, both sexually and physically. Bam's blood was slowly seeping into the carpet, staining it a bitter red.
Looking to his left, Ville saw that stain, and, with a gulp, he allowed himself to touch it, for the stain was the nearest thing he had to having his husband back in his arms. The blood was part of Bam, part of him was here, in this very room, right by Villes weeping form....
"Bam..?" Ville questioned as he opened the door. And he was meet with a gruesome sight. Before him, was the dying frame of his husband. Clearly haven been battered and raped, Ville cried out and rushed towards him, unaware that the gang were still in the room.
"Ville!" Bam cried out, trying to save him husband from a similar fate. But it was too late, a gunshot rang out, hitting ville square in the back. Eyes wide, the Finn fell to the floor next to the man he promised to have and to hold, till death do they part....
Sobbing, Ville clambered to his feet, stumbling slightly. He walked to the nearest wall, punched it, before he slumped against it in a rage.
Ville was able to clutch Bams had as, around them, the gang panicked and fled as police sirens could be heard in the distance.
"I...I...l-love...y-y-you....V-ille..." Bam whispered, is hand shaking violently, his eyes slowly rolling into the back of his head.
"I love you too Bammie..." Ville whispered in response. Then his world went black, and Bam was gone.
Ville sat down on the floor, picking up a photo album, still in tact, and slowly, he began to shift through the pictures it held, each one stirring a new memory.
"I'm Bam..." He said, blushing a violent shade of red. "I love your music...." Ville chuckled as he shook the Americans hand.
"Hey Bam, wanna go for a drink, just you and me?" He asked, and the beam that spread across the skaters face was enough to make his week.
"I love you..." Ville chuckled, as Bam fell drunkenly on the bed next to him. Bam looked up at him, brilliant blue meeting vibrant green.
"I love you too, always have, always will" Bam replied, planting a soft, sweet kiss on Villes lips, pulling away before passion could take over.
"That's all I get..?" Ville pouted, and Bam laughed.
They loved laughed as the waiting for the cameras to be ready. Bam was making his first music video for his lovers band, HIM.
"No Bammie, they are not filming that..!" Ville cried, but he couldn't hide his smile.
"I'd just be for us!" Bam pouted. Ville laughed, and ruffled his boyfriends hair.
"Maybe..." He said.
Laughing, Bam pointed at the next image, before he slid his arm around his lovers shoulder.
"Now Bam, did you mean to set fire to Aprils kitchen?" Ville questioned, biting his inner cheek to stop himself lauhing. He knew the answer already.
"Of course! She was moving anyway!" Bam cried. Ville tutted and shook his head.
"Your getting closer Ville," Bam cooed. Ville frowned, blind folded, he stumbled around the room, blindly reaching out for the present Bam had hidden in the room for him.
Suddenly, Villes fingers grasped a small, velvet box. Gasping, he ripped off his blindfold and opened the box. A beautiful white gold ring sparkled inside.
"Oh Bam...its beautiful..." Ville whispered, slipping it onto his wedding finger.
"So...you'll marry me then?" Bam asked, grinning shyly. Ville answered with his lips, although not with words, as he allowed himself to kiss the younger man softly.
Posing for pictures, Bam smiled. Suddenly, Ville was behind him, grasping him tightly. He felt the singers erection and giggled....
"I love you...." Ville whispered as he held Bam tight in his arms. Bam smiled, his grin giving him a glow that only a man in love could have.
"Say that again..." Bam whispered, cuddling up to the elder man even more so.
"I love you..." Ville whispered, planting a kiss on his husband to be's forehead with a smile.
Ville planted kisses along Bams bare chest, slowly working his way down, and then around, before he kissed his way up his back. Bam's back arched in pleasure, as he felt Villes throbbing erection press into his back, while his loves fingers left ghost trails along his own...
Ville cried in agony and rage. He had lost the man he loved, he had been murdered. The day after the attack, he awoke alone, with a feeling of loss and emptiness. He already knew, without being told, that his husband was dead, and his heart shattered into a million pieces.
Ville would always have memories of Bam, both good and bad, but what truly mattered was that he had them, and he'd had the chance to have a love so strong, so powerful, and because of that, he had truly lived.
Coming back to where his lover had been murdered made Ville realize the true loss he had felt, and the true emptiness he still felt, and it was then he realized that he had to join Bam in death to make his life complete, and, by taking a piece of shattered glass from the floor to his wrist, he did so, and he and Bam were together again. Forever more after that, Ville too, was just a memory....
Little sad/angsty one shot to keep you happy (or sad...*leaves box of tissues*)
I really wanna know what you guys think of this, cause I don't often do one shots!!
Disclaimer - Never happened. I don't own anyone, but I was allowed to borrow Ville and Bammie to star in this fic!
Summary - Ville remebers what happened to himself and his husband just a year ago.
Walking into the trashed and battered room alone, stirred memories in Villes mind he'd rather have forgotten.
"Well, well, well...what do we have hear? Your married? To a man? Now that shouldn't be" Taunted the bearded man, clutching Bam and Villes wedding picture. With a grin, he threw it to the floor, the sound of which echoed, along with the sound of three other men destroying and vandalising the room in which they were in. Bam whimpered as the glass shattered and the picture was ruined. More laughter, and a fist rained down on his bare and bruised skin...
Ville whimpered, closed his eyes, shook his head. Anything to get the memories to go away. They went, and, he moved through the room, allowing his fingers to leave ghost trails of touches on the broken furniture that littered the once majestic room. Images flickered in his mind once again.
"Its meant to better up the ass, tighter!" The bearded man chuckled, nudging his fellow gang member with glee. The other three men burst into a fit of hateful laughter, that sent chills down Bam's spine. He was scared, and, for once in his life, prepared to show it. Sobbing, he fought feebly as the tallest member of the gang - a black man with a scar spreading across the whole of his face - tore at his pants and boxers with a knife, already stained with Bams own blood.
Chocking back a sob, Ville fell to his knees. He was unsure why he was getting these mental images. He hadn't been there, only Bam, his friend, his lover, his husband!
"God so...tight...argh!" The bearded man grunted, forcing his way in and out of Bam's deteriorating body. He was losing the will to fight, just allowing the assault on his body to continue.
"Ville..." He whimpered, wishing, pleading, desperate for the man he loved.
Mental images of the gang leader, the bearded man with a permanent sarcastic grin, raping his only love filled his head.
"Your gonna love this little man...I'm gonna fuck you hard!" And with a grunt, the tall black men forced his way into Bams unwilling body, causing the skater to cry out, for tears to leak from his sore, red eyes....
Ville lay down, curled into the fetal position. Rocking back and forth slowly, he cursed the strong connection he shared with Bam, for if they they did not share such a bond,, his mind wouldn't be plagued with such memories.
"Ville..." Bam whimpered as a small, tubby man with thinning grey hair, that was limp and greasy, raped him. Another man followed in the footsteps of the three gang members before him.
Laughing, the gang continued to trash the room, continued to assault Bam, both sexually and physically. Bam's blood was slowly seeping into the carpet, staining it a bitter red.
Looking to his left, Ville saw that stain, and, with a gulp, he allowed himself to touch it, for the stain was the nearest thing he had to having his husband back in his arms. The blood was part of Bam, part of him was here, in this very room, right by Villes weeping form....
"Bam..?" Ville questioned as he opened the door. And he was meet with a gruesome sight. Before him, was the dying frame of his husband. Clearly haven been battered and raped, Ville cried out and rushed towards him, unaware that the gang were still in the room.
"Ville!" Bam cried out, trying to save him husband from a similar fate. But it was too late, a gunshot rang out, hitting ville square in the back. Eyes wide, the Finn fell to the floor next to the man he promised to have and to hold, till death do they part....
Sobbing, Ville clambered to his feet, stumbling slightly. He walked to the nearest wall, punched it, before he slumped against it in a rage.
Ville was able to clutch Bams had as, around them, the gang panicked and fled as police sirens could be heard in the distance.
"I...I...l-love...y-y-you....V-ille..." Bam whispered, is hand shaking violently, his eyes slowly rolling into the back of his head.
"I love you too Bammie..." Ville whispered in response. Then his world went black, and Bam was gone.
Ville sat down on the floor, picking up a photo album, still in tact, and slowly, he began to shift through the pictures it held, each one stirring a new memory.
"I'm Bam..." He said, blushing a violent shade of red. "I love your music...." Ville chuckled as he shook the Americans hand.
"Hey Bam, wanna go for a drink, just you and me?" He asked, and the beam that spread across the skaters face was enough to make his week.
"I love you..." Ville chuckled, as Bam fell drunkenly on the bed next to him. Bam looked up at him, brilliant blue meeting vibrant green.
"I love you too, always have, always will" Bam replied, planting a soft, sweet kiss on Villes lips, pulling away before passion could take over.
"That's all I get..?" Ville pouted, and Bam laughed.
They loved laughed as the waiting for the cameras to be ready. Bam was making his first music video for his lovers band, HIM.
"No Bammie, they are not filming that..!" Ville cried, but he couldn't hide his smile.
"I'd just be for us!" Bam pouted. Ville laughed, and ruffled his boyfriends hair.
"Maybe..." He said.
Laughing, Bam pointed at the next image, before he slid his arm around his lovers shoulder.
"Now Bam, did you mean to set fire to Aprils kitchen?" Ville questioned, biting his inner cheek to stop himself lauhing. He knew the answer already.
"Of course! She was moving anyway!" Bam cried. Ville tutted and shook his head.
"Your getting closer Ville," Bam cooed. Ville frowned, blind folded, he stumbled around the room, blindly reaching out for the present Bam had hidden in the room for him.
Suddenly, Villes fingers grasped a small, velvet box. Gasping, he ripped off his blindfold and opened the box. A beautiful white gold ring sparkled inside.
"Oh Bam...its beautiful..." Ville whispered, slipping it onto his wedding finger.
"So...you'll marry me then?" Bam asked, grinning shyly. Ville answered with his lips, although not with words, as he allowed himself to kiss the younger man softly.
Posing for pictures, Bam smiled. Suddenly, Ville was behind him, grasping him tightly. He felt the singers erection and giggled....
"I love you...." Ville whispered as he held Bam tight in his arms. Bam smiled, his grin giving him a glow that only a man in love could have.
"Say that again..." Bam whispered, cuddling up to the elder man even more so.
"I love you..." Ville whispered, planting a kiss on his husband to be's forehead with a smile.
Ville planted kisses along Bams bare chest, slowly working his way down, and then around, before he kissed his way up his back. Bam's back arched in pleasure, as he felt Villes throbbing erection press into his back, while his loves fingers left ghost trails along his own...
Ville cried in agony and rage. He had lost the man he loved, he had been murdered. The day after the attack, he awoke alone, with a feeling of loss and emptiness. He already knew, without being told, that his husband was dead, and his heart shattered into a million pieces.
Ville would always have memories of Bam, both good and bad, but what truly mattered was that he had them, and he'd had the chance to have a love so strong, so powerful, and because of that, he had truly lived.
Coming back to where his lover had been murdered made Ville realize the true loss he had felt, and the true emptiness he still felt, and it was then he realized that he had to join Bam in death to make his life complete, and, by taking a piece of shattered glass from the floor to his wrist, he did so, and he and Bam were together again. Forever more after that, Ville too, was just a memory....
Little sad/angsty one shot to keep you happy (or sad...*leaves box of tissues*)
I really wanna know what you guys think of this, cause I don't often do one shots!!