Mistaken Identity, Vam, One-shot
Title: Mistaken Identity
Author: Moi. byakuya_chan
Pairing: Vam, with sort-of one-sided JussixVille.
Rating: T. I'll go with that. For slight sex references if you (will obviously) read between the lines. And Bam being back and Ville being Ville and...yeah.
Summary: “And he’s not even Finnish! At least, I don’t believe he is…” Ville pauses and adds, “am I really that feminine?”
Disclaimer: I own nada.
Warnings: Slight sex references, someone not Ville being compared to Ville, etcetera.
Author's Notes: Is it required I have a beta? I seem to do fairly well without one. When I DO submit stories to be beta'd, when they come back all squiggled, I totally get PO'd. YOU SIMPLY CANNOT UNDERSTAND MY AMAZING BRAIN!
“I am not that poetic!...No one is that poetic!...No it is not me; just stop ogling it and you’ll see!” Ville yells into the receiver at Jussi, who is claiming in a garbled blur of Finnish and English about Ville leaving him and Bam for…a lone project of some sort. Ville huffs loudly, blowing hair into his face. He pouts for a second before realizing that he had, indeed, just poeticly rhymed.
“FUCK.”
Bam comes skating down the railway, crash-landing next to a very pissed-off Vallo, gripping his hair and beanie simultaneously. Bam blinks up with ridiculously innocent eyes, opens his mouth, and blurts, “Whadafuxup?”
“Jussi.”
“What about Jussi?” Bam is pushing himself up from the plush floor, paying special attention to his scarred skateboard, and Ville’s very cushy pajama leg. He snuggles up to it, puppy-style, trying his damndest to look endearing.
“He’s being an ass.”
“What’s new?”
“He believes I’ve abandoned him, or some other odd accusation.”
“Whafuxupwitdat?”
Ville’s eye twitches. “Would you stop that infernal gibberish coming from that cavern you call a mouth? I already have a nauseating headache, and your presence isn’t helping it in the slightest.” He half-growls, his usual calm demeanor slipping away as Bam is cradling his leg like it’s a pillow. “And remove yourself from my leg. It’s going numb.”
“I’ll bet it’s not the only thing going numb,” Bam leers, but Ville ignores him. He pouts slightly, feeling more the desperate house…husband than usual. “So…where’d he get the idea from?” He’s lightly scratching at the other’s leg, and it’s sending trembles down his entire body.
Ville mumbles a half-hearted, “This.” He swivels the laptop computer-screen around, and covering his face in what appears to be absolute frustration. Bam shifts up a bit, and is struck with a curious wave of deja-vu. On the screen, leaning comfortably on a beautiful throne, is what appears to be said Finnish god. In the background is a voice, curiously similar to Ville’s own, and Bam feels very…out of place.
“I’m not even going to ask.”
“Wise idea.” Ville grumbles as he pushes himself up from the broken-down chair, stretching his arms over his head. He yawns and trudges upstairs, yelling back a “When you’re done drooling over my look-alike, I’ll meet you upstairs.”
Bam just nods.
Author: Moi. byakuya_chan
Pairing: Vam, with sort-of one-sided JussixVille.
Rating: T. I'll go with that. For slight sex references if you (will obviously) read between the lines. And Bam being back and Ville being Ville and...yeah.
Summary: “And he’s not even Finnish! At least, I don’t believe he is…” Ville pauses and adds, “am I really that feminine?”
Disclaimer: I own nada.
Warnings: Slight sex references, someone not Ville being compared to Ville, etcetera.
Author's Notes: Is it required I have a beta? I seem to do fairly well without one. When I DO submit stories to be beta'd, when they come back all squiggled, I totally get PO'd. YOU SIMPLY CANNOT UNDERSTAND MY AMAZING BRAIN!
“I am not that poetic!...No one is that poetic!...No it is not me; just stop ogling it and you’ll see!” Ville yells into the receiver at Jussi, who is claiming in a garbled blur of Finnish and English about Ville leaving him and Bam for…a lone project of some sort. Ville huffs loudly, blowing hair into his face. He pouts for a second before realizing that he had, indeed, just poeticly rhymed.
“FUCK.”
Bam comes skating down the railway, crash-landing next to a very pissed-off Vallo, gripping his hair and beanie simultaneously. Bam blinks up with ridiculously innocent eyes, opens his mouth, and blurts, “Whadafuxup?”
“Jussi.”
“What about Jussi?” Bam is pushing himself up from the plush floor, paying special attention to his scarred skateboard, and Ville’s very cushy pajama leg. He snuggles up to it, puppy-style, trying his damndest to look endearing.
“He’s being an ass.”
“What’s new?”
“He believes I’ve abandoned him, or some other odd accusation.”
“Whafuxupwitdat?”
Ville’s eye twitches. “Would you stop that infernal gibberish coming from that cavern you call a mouth? I already have a nauseating headache, and your presence isn’t helping it in the slightest.” He half-growls, his usual calm demeanor slipping away as Bam is cradling his leg like it’s a pillow. “And remove yourself from my leg. It’s going numb.”
“I’ll bet it’s not the only thing going numb,” Bam leers, but Ville ignores him. He pouts slightly, feeling more the desperate house…husband than usual. “So…where’d he get the idea from?” He’s lightly scratching at the other’s leg, and it’s sending trembles down his entire body.
Ville mumbles a half-hearted, “This.” He swivels the laptop computer-screen around, and covering his face in what appears to be absolute frustration. Bam shifts up a bit, and is struck with a curious wave of deja-vu. On the screen, leaning comfortably on a beautiful throne, is what appears to be said Finnish god. In the background is a voice, curiously similar to Ville’s own, and Bam feels very…out of place.
“I’m not even going to ask.”
“Wise idea.” Ville grumbles as he pushes himself up from the broken-down chair, stretching his arms over his head. He yawns and trudges upstairs, yelling back a “When you’re done drooling over my look-alike, I’ll meet you upstairs.”
Bam just nods.