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Title: L'Acteur
Chapter: Eleven. So He Wrote On.
Author:
slasher48 /
bad_bad_books
Rating: R still. I think
Pairing: Vam. On the outs for a few though.
Disclaimer: Yeah, so I don't know them, they're older than this, and the lyrics belong to the delightfully talented Ville Valo of HIM. :)
AN: Don't worry, the angst will end! And more smut will come! Methinks in the fourteenth. ;)
The First Meeting
The Wrong Idea
Gone Too Far
Don't Apologize
Thirteen Is Old Enough
Real Important
Reality's The Nightmare
Go To Dinner With Me?
What The HELL Would He Wear?
Was He Really That Lucky?
Bam woke up to a long, moist trail down his chest, and a loud, obnoxious snore in his ear. The snore he found adorable, the drool?-not so much.
His glazed blue eyes flew to the window; the sun was just barely peeking through the curtains. Ugh. It wasn’t even that much past dawn! Groaning quietly, he dove back under the covers and rested his face against Ville’s chest, burying his nose into the warm flesh and sighing happily.
It was like he had everything he’d ever wanted.
…Except one thing, he realized, frowning now as the memories of the night before danced through his head. Yes, Ville had wanted him; oh, Ville had definitely wanted him, but what exactly had he wanted him for?
Ville’s perfect lips had uttered many words of passion and desire last night, but not one of those pretty words had been of love.
That was what he’d wanted since he was a little boy: just Ville’s love. But Ville had never found it pertinent to give it to him, had always held it just beyond his reach, ironically like the teddy bear his best friend had returned to him during their first meeting.
The kisses over the years hadn’t done much to smother Bam’s longing for his best friend; they’d only made it that much more apparent that Bam would never have him.
At least, he’d never have him in the way he really wanted. Even now, lying in the arms of the man in question, he somehow felt Ville didn’t really want him for more than just a quick shag.
Yes, a bloody incredible shag, but just a shag. That’s all he’d ever be to Ville: a phenomenal fuck.
That thought succeeded in pushing him out of the bed where he lay with Ville and down the hall to his room, where he slumped into his seemingly ice cold covers and tried to will the threatening depression away. He wouldn’t let Ville turn him into an emotional wreck again, he wouldn’t! Too much of that had happened in the fourteen years they’d been friends for it to happen again.
So, beating his impending gloom off with a metaphorical stick, he closed his eyes, turned over, and tried to ignore the fact that the man of his dreams was sleeping obliviously in the next room.
*
Ville woke up hours later to a distinct feeling that something wasn’t right; it was a feeling he only got when there was something wrong with Bam, and it worried him immensely.
What could possibly be wrong with Bam after such an amazing night? Bam had always pushed for the two of them to be lovers; why would he flee from that very circumstance?
Ville’s mind ran over the night before with cutting precision, trying to pinpoint the reason why his Bammie might be in a state of distress.
Over and over again, every word, sound, touch, taste played in his mind. What was it? Why’d Bam leave, when they were so very comfortable in each other’s arms?
Of course!
After all he and Bam had gotten through, he’d learned pretty well how to tell what was ailing his best friend, and today was no different.
Bam was confused and hurt; he thought Ville only wanted to bed him.
Oh, how wrong he was.
*
Ville tiptoed his way from his room toward Bam’s, pushing the door open and sneaking in.
He stopped with a barely muffled gasp at the sight before him. Bam was still naked, and completely unguarded in his sleep, face unmarred by his usual frown lines. His lips were parted to breath quietly and his fists were wrapped in the sheet.
His face was tearless, thankfully.
Ville, for some reason, was the one that felt like crying. Dragging a pen and paper from the clutter on Bam’s desk, he sat gently on the bed and started to take down what was in his head: a song that really wouldn’t go away.
Just one look into your eyes
One look and I’m crying
‘Cause you’re so beautiful
The words on the page paled in comparison to how Ville felt, just watching Bam sleep peacefully in silence.
Bam’s breath hitched for a second, and Ville made to leave so as not to be discovered, but it was only a fluke. Bam continued to dream on as Ville brought his legs up to cross under him and kept writing songs about his best friend’s beauty.
You know our sacred dream won’t fail
The sanctuary tender and so frail
The sacrament of love, the sacrament of warmth is true
The sacrament is you
They poured from his soul onto the page, and Ville couldn’t have stopped them if he tried. Every one was about Bam, and the words said what Ville never could. He loved Bam.
He could pretend, could tell him he felt the same as he, lavish attention and affection on him and fool him into thinking so, but he could never say and mean it.
To do so would be his downfall.
So he wrote on.
And you’re my haven in life
And you’re my haven in death
Baby
Life and death, my darling
You are my heaven tonight
I’m in love with you
You are my heaven tonight
I’m in love with you
***
Aw. Even I'm a little choked up. So I think this should answer at least SOME of your questions, right? ;) Leave me love, PLEASE?! ♥
Chapter: Eleven. So He Wrote On.
Author:
slasher48 /
bad_bad_books
Rating: R still. I think
Pairing: Vam. On the outs for a few though.
Disclaimer: Yeah, so I don't know them, they're older than this, and the lyrics belong to the delightfully talented Ville Valo of HIM. :)
AN: Don't worry, the angst will end! And more smut will come! Methinks in the fourteenth. ;)
The First Meeting
The Wrong Idea
Gone Too Far
Don't Apologize
Thirteen Is Old Enough
Real Important
Reality's The Nightmare
Go To Dinner With Me?
What The HELL Would He Wear?
Was He Really That Lucky?
Bam woke up to a long, moist trail down his chest, and a loud, obnoxious snore in his ear. The snore he found adorable, the drool?-not so much.
His glazed blue eyes flew to the window; the sun was just barely peeking through the curtains. Ugh. It wasn’t even that much past dawn! Groaning quietly, he dove back under the covers and rested his face against Ville’s chest, burying his nose into the warm flesh and sighing happily.
It was like he had everything he’d ever wanted.
…Except one thing, he realized, frowning now as the memories of the night before danced through his head. Yes, Ville had wanted him; oh, Ville had definitely wanted him, but what exactly had he wanted him for?
Ville’s perfect lips had uttered many words of passion and desire last night, but not one of those pretty words had been of love.
That was what he’d wanted since he was a little boy: just Ville’s love. But Ville had never found it pertinent to give it to him, had always held it just beyond his reach, ironically like the teddy bear his best friend had returned to him during their first meeting.
The kisses over the years hadn’t done much to smother Bam’s longing for his best friend; they’d only made it that much more apparent that Bam would never have him.
At least, he’d never have him in the way he really wanted. Even now, lying in the arms of the man in question, he somehow felt Ville didn’t really want him for more than just a quick shag.
Yes, a bloody incredible shag, but just a shag. That’s all he’d ever be to Ville: a phenomenal fuck.
That thought succeeded in pushing him out of the bed where he lay with Ville and down the hall to his room, where he slumped into his seemingly ice cold covers and tried to will the threatening depression away. He wouldn’t let Ville turn him into an emotional wreck again, he wouldn’t! Too much of that had happened in the fourteen years they’d been friends for it to happen again.
So, beating his impending gloom off with a metaphorical stick, he closed his eyes, turned over, and tried to ignore the fact that the man of his dreams was sleeping obliviously in the next room.
*
Ville woke up hours later to a distinct feeling that something wasn’t right; it was a feeling he only got when there was something wrong with Bam, and it worried him immensely.
What could possibly be wrong with Bam after such an amazing night? Bam had always pushed for the two of them to be lovers; why would he flee from that very circumstance?
Ville’s mind ran over the night before with cutting precision, trying to pinpoint the reason why his Bammie might be in a state of distress.
Over and over again, every word, sound, touch, taste played in his mind. What was it? Why’d Bam leave, when they were so very comfortable in each other’s arms?
Of course!
After all he and Bam had gotten through, he’d learned pretty well how to tell what was ailing his best friend, and today was no different.
Bam was confused and hurt; he thought Ville only wanted to bed him.
Oh, how wrong he was.
*
Ville tiptoed his way from his room toward Bam’s, pushing the door open and sneaking in.
He stopped with a barely muffled gasp at the sight before him. Bam was still naked, and completely unguarded in his sleep, face unmarred by his usual frown lines. His lips were parted to breath quietly and his fists were wrapped in the sheet.
His face was tearless, thankfully.
Ville, for some reason, was the one that felt like crying. Dragging a pen and paper from the clutter on Bam’s desk, he sat gently on the bed and started to take down what was in his head: a song that really wouldn’t go away.
Just one look into your eyes
One look and I’m crying
‘Cause you’re so beautiful
The words on the page paled in comparison to how Ville felt, just watching Bam sleep peacefully in silence.
Bam’s breath hitched for a second, and Ville made to leave so as not to be discovered, but it was only a fluke. Bam continued to dream on as Ville brought his legs up to cross under him and kept writing songs about his best friend’s beauty.
You know our sacred dream won’t fail
The sanctuary tender and so frail
The sacrament of love, the sacrament of warmth is true
The sacrament is you
They poured from his soul onto the page, and Ville couldn’t have stopped them if he tried. Every one was about Bam, and the words said what Ville never could. He loved Bam.
He could pretend, could tell him he felt the same as he, lavish attention and affection on him and fool him into thinking so, but he could never say and mean it.
To do so would be his downfall.
So he wrote on.
And you’re my haven in life
And you’re my haven in death
Baby
Life and death, my darling
You are my heaven tonight
I’m in love with you
You are my heaven tonight
I’m in love with you
***
Aw. Even I'm a little choked up. So I think this should answer at least SOME of your questions, right? ;) Leave me love, PLEASE?! ♥