Chapter 2
Title: Passion's Killing Floor.
Chapter: 2
Author:
bromptncocktale
Pairing: Vam
Rating: R.
Summary: Swearing he’s clueless and acting on the spur of the moment: Bam’s epic premeditated plan begins to kick off to an unwilling and agitated Ville through a string of events leading to a horrific embarrassment.
Disclaimer: Never happened.
Warnings: Rape; not descriptive and pornographic. Also, uncreative title.
Authors Noters: Chapter 1 Formerly called "My Boyfriend who lives in Finland"
“Why are we here? What was that noise, Bam, what’s going on, where are we!?”
“Oh shut up!! You’ll see!”
Bam had managed to convince Ville to cooperate with his surprise secret by keeping a blind fold secure over his eyes, sound proof headphones blasted heavy metal into his ears and keeping him tied up half way through the entire trip. Bam knew Ville would trust him no matter what happened.
This plan was working better, and quieter than when he had tricked his mother, April to get into a hot air balloon, her biggest fear. That plan had gone perfectly too. Bam knew that with the amount of love and trust that Ville had for him would make this go even better. Nothing was going to wreck this. Bam even had the anxious pulse of a criminal, which he was becoming for the past few days… along with the record of being a perfect stalker.
**Several Hours Later**
“We’re here, Ville” Bam was practically squealing with excitement as he broke the rope binding his loves hands and ripped the headphones and blindfold off of him. Ville nearly fell back on the driveway he was standing on for about five seconds.
“West Chester?!” He gasped loudly, dropping his cigarette he lit the second his hands weren’t bonded anymore. “You fucking kidnapped me, Bam?! How the fuck did they let you walk me into an airplane with a blindfold on and roped up?!”
“I’m a celebrity,” Bam laughed.
Ville stared around him, just trying to comprehend what was happening.
“I have your suitcases in the trunk, Dunn is bringing some of your important junk the rest was sold or thrown away or the guys kept it.”
“BAM! T-”
“- - And I sold your apartment.”
Ville sat on the pavement, scrambling for his cigarette again and closing his eyes as he inhaled the smoke in an attempt to calm himself down and a giant swarm of curses pouring under his breath in his native tongue as he began realizing how everything happened, “Bam. I want to go home.”
“You’re not even giving it a chance! I fucking worked hard to get your fucking ass here!”
“…Getting on a plane is so hard..”
Bam growled audibly at Ville who just rolled his eyes. He reached down and grabbed Ville by his arm, almost tearing it from the socket as he forced him up, gripping until it was surely bruised. He stormed into his house and slammed Ville up against the wall, “I worked hard to plan this!” he screamed, throwing Ville against it again just to make sure he was bashing his head into it better than he did before, “You are staying the fuck here!” Ville didn’t want to look into Bam’s rage filled eyes behind his magenta tinted Dior style sunglasses, he gave a slight sorrowful not and in a split second his head was bashed into the wall again and it hung down in a fashion that proved he was ready to pass out from the blow. Bam grabbed Ville’s jaw tight, forcing him to focus forward just as his knee struck hard into the Finnish man’s gut, the back of Bam’s hand rose and flew across the others face, slapping him as if he was some sort of woman until he was done punishing him. He had to show Ville who was the boss.
Ville found himself back in Bam’s arms, in love again as Bam apologized for his violent actions that he would probably repeat again, in the same day too. Bam couldn’t keep those promises that he wouldn’t hurt him, but he made other promises that made up for it.
Bam always kept the promise of his love for Ville Valo. Proving to Ville that he always would love him wasn’t that hard after he was done apologizing and making up for beating him and controlling every aspect of his life. Bam’s excuse for his horrific actions had always been the same “out of love” kind of explanation. It was the trust thing, in his own mind. Bam did love Ville, there wasn’t any doubt about that, of course no one ever saw what Bam did to Ville. Occasionally the cover up Ville would cake onto his face would rub off, or even chip off the way he wore it, and they could see whatever marks Ville had recently been sporting. No one ever expected it to be Bam leaving those marks because no one had ever seen Bam become violently angry in a serious way before.
Their ears rang to the sound of the car horn that came loudly into the driveway. Their lips pecked together quickly as Bam took off out the door. Ville lit himself a cigarette as he strolled off after him.
****
Ville sat in Bam’s seat the next morning at the dining room table, under his giant Heartagram. He sipped at his tea and wondered how life was going to go now as the kidnapped lover. The room even made him feel like a Mid-evil princess, and Bam just seemed to be the dragon instead of a knight or a prince. Valo smiled to himself as the sun finally began to rise and came through to the window and spilled into the room where he sat. He set off to start a small breakfast for himself and for Bam.
Needless to say he didn’t eat a thing himself.
He tried to make things perfect, and deal with knowing he was stuck in America. - - It wasn’t that he didn’t want to be with Bam, it was just that their relationship was too rocky at the moment.
***
Bam woke up to the warm smell of breakfast. Blue eyes fluttered open as the delicious scent drifted through his nostrils. He chuckled and sat himself up, tiredly rubbing his eyes as he got up to go grab the plate.
“Now I just have to find my Ville..” he yawned.
Bam wasn’t happy to find he woke up and Ville wasn’t near and furious to discover that Ville wasn’t even in the house at all. An hour later he found Ville strolling up the drive way, smiling as he went…. Bam was going to rip that grin off his face; but he settled with wrapping his hands around his neck and interrogating him. He couldn’t believe that Ville was just “going for a walk” it was “fucking bullshit” to him.
Bam grabbed Ville by the wrist, pulling him into the house and throwing him down on the couch, needing a new reason to why he tried and succeeded strangling his lover. Ville’s eyes just watched Bam pace and yell things so fast that he would have earned his uncle’s subtitles. He closed them shut tight as he felt the tension in the room come to a halt, “Bambie?” he spoke softly, “Bam?…” Ville shut himself up as he was told. He sat there and pulled himself up to a more comfortable position as he saw one of Bam’s friends had just stumbled into the room.
Ville couldn’t lie. He loved the way Bam could make up a quick lie in a mere second. He was great at it.
Emerald eyes stayed fixed to Bam, and a few glances to his friend and the other two who walked in after him. He made sure none of them where watching adjust the scarf around his neck to hide what he was sure had turned bright red, and yet he was noticed and accused of having hickeys all over… Ville always knew Bam’s friends had been total idiots -- as if he needed more proof of something like that. And as if Ville needed more parts of his body turning red, his face turned from its pale color to the same tint as his hurting neck… his darling had decided to tell them that they were about to have sex right then.
He could never had imagined the thoughts running through Bam’s spontaneous head. He sighed with some form of relief that could have been better. “Are you done yet?” he asked in a low mutter, not expecting an answer or any form of acknowledgement. He watched as Bam spun around on his heel in one swift motion, his icy eyes staring directly, viciously into his own, “No, not yet…” his voice full of the same danger.
“What?…”
“Come here,” Bam beckoned to him, tossing his head slightly to the side.
“..Bam, what is it?”
Bam shoved Ville down as soon as he got up. Ville scrambled twice to get up and leave. The third time Bam grabbed a hold of both Ville’s wrists, getting up onto his body and used it to pin the rest of Ville’s failing body down.
Ville’s anorexic frame didn’t even put up much of a fight, even though it struggled fair enough until it was wrestled and punched into a halt. His vocal chords screamed out to demand explanation for what ever was going to happen, and just what the fuck Bam thought he was doing. His voice couldn’t even find the poetic meter that he always spoke with to yell against his true love.
Bam didn’t find it very hard to want to do what he was about to, and in front of his friends as well, who all seemed to be too shocked or too interested in what was happening, and too shocked to speak. Bam’s own mind was rushing to think of lies, all of them perfect with answers to questions to be asked, everything was premeditated as his knuckles continuously crashed against Ville’s perfect face of perfect porcelain white that bled an arousing perfect ruby liquid and spattered to his own slightly tanned skin.
Margera would have sworn on his life that the blood he was licking from Ville’s drenched face was prettier than anything he’d ever seen Ville wear. His blood was better on the outside, it left marks were it started after it had been cleaned up, he knew that he had struck it and caused the laceration to bleed. The mark was all his. He was proud of it, especially when it got the Finn to “shut the fuck up” with another anger and lust mixed margarita of a punch. He had to admit too, Ville Valo had the best ear shattering scream of pure terror.
The skaters hips had grinded so hard into the dear vocalist that it hurt the two of them, but care wasn’t the biggest concern for one; it was just for how fast he could get that damn blazer and fucking t-shirt off… the scarf had to go too, and he wasn’t in the mood for anymore foreplay as he grabbed the belt from his own jeans and tore it right off.
Ville put up another failed struggle as he watched Bam take his belt off and then Ville’s own belt came off his just as fast. He loved Bam - - but not like this. This wasn’t love or a perfect romantic lust being fulfilled. It was vile, evil…. Heart breaking.
Ville couldn’t say he wasn’t trying to make this work. When he stopped struggling against Bam he was trying to kiss with him rather than having the slime of Bam’s saliva drip down his face and his lips bitten up, bleeding and treated as rough as the rest of his body was. He hurt all over, but he was getting used to the furious pain that ran rampant through his body and his aching face. He could barely even breathe with the blood gushing from his nose and the attack of Bam’s tongue shoved down his throat.
He couldn’t function anymore to yell for help, and with the power Bam’s fists held he wasn’t about to get another beating even harder. He yelled in his mind for Bam to stop, and that was all he could even do anymore.
One more ear shattering scream pierced through the state as Bam tore into his body…
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Ville slipped into the bedroom to find it empty. Eerily empty. A heavy smoke filled sigh had left his lips as he watched down at the floor that froze up as he stepped onto it. His eyes watched out the small window out into the trees to a life outside of the house, or at least for the night. He closed his eyes and took another long drag from his cigarette. The nervous feeling of no longer being alone in the room struck him, but he kept silent and kept inhaling the generous toxics. The feeling crept closer and the scent of love and heart break drifted to his nose. His head gently tossed to the side, soft tresses of freshly washed curled locks fell into his face as he released the smoke to a series of circles that almost resembled hearts. Almost mechanically his head turned back to finally open his emerald optics, a smile as they met perfect sapphire ones that blinked in front of him.
“I love you.”
“I love you too, Bam…”
Bam stood up from off the floor, slipping the bouquet of roses he had into his arms and kissing his sore lips as gently as he could. He knew his level of trust was close to none now, but he knew Ville was too much into the romance of life, he was going to do whatever it took to patch things up and make everything loving and perfect between them. The flowers were only the first step of the plan he made.
“Ville,” Bam grinned as he bantered his name.
“Yes, Bam?” Ville did his best to smile at the flowers. He could only picture the roses withering and dying before his eyes or picture Bam throwing them into the pavement and running them over several times in his hummer.
“I love you,” Bam persisted in an even sweeter tone.
“I guess,” Ville replied nervously, “Why did you do that to me, and in front of your friends too?”
“Because your so beautiful, my love!”
That one took Ville by complete surprise.
“I wanted to show them how beautiful you are!” Bam continued, “You always wear so much clothes and they can’t see your beautiful body! I wanted to make them all jealous because your so beautiful Ville, you’re so hott and all mine, and they know they could never fucking have you!”
Ville blushed. Alright, so it wasn’t SO bad… he thought. Bam just showed everything differently than other people did, it wasn’t bad at all. Rape could easily be excused now, couldn’t it? Bam totally justified his actions. In the sickest way it was sweet, but maybe it had to be accepted. It was just one of those things. Their relationship would get better if he could accept that he was forced into rough, abusive sex in front of others. Ville didn’t even know how he was going to face Bam’s friends now.
“You’re sweet, my dear Bam-Bam, but.. My love, there are other ways that you can show the affections in which you hold for me… And in front of your friends, darling, of course there are other ways to show how much it is that I mean to you… And many more a way you can show things off, qualities, that you find that I have the best of that you wish to show.” He smiled faintly as Bam just sounded completely oblivious to what he was even trying to say, but once it sank into Bam’s slow conception, he understood Ville’s words and just said “Oh” in the best voice he could muster up that sounded completely clueless to how he was supposed to do things Ville’s way.
Ville sighed heavily, putting the flowers down on the table. He took another drag from his cigarette and wrapped his arms around Bam, “I love you, and I’m ecstatic that you hold your affections for me in such high regard.”
Bam wrapped his arms around Ville’s aching hips, he loved how low Ville wore his pants. Who didn’t? He couldn’t even help but smirk when Ville’s body jumped at the grip his fingers pressed onto Ville’s bruises.
“Bam!” he yelped.
“What?” Bam used his innocent voice.
“…That hurt..”
Bam resisted the urge to say “I know” and laugh, “I’m sorry” was the chosen one. He got Ville to smile, “How about you get under those sheets and take those fucking pants off?”
Ville rolled his eyes and exhaled the smoke before he ended up gagging on it. Sex was the last thing he wanted, but he wanted to keep Bam as happy as possible. He died his cigarette out, nodding gently to Bam and moving to crawl up the bed, just ending up getting tackled down and his clothes ripped off once again.
This time he was able to laugh as he tried to suppress the pain his body ached with and enjoy the feeling of Bam all over his body. Maybe he could even take the pain away... That was like a whole 'nother joke in its self.
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..Well, theres my second try. Maybe there will be a third if this one is any good, hahaha. Who knows...
I still don't have a beta, so if anyone is interested I'll give you my AIM; or if you just wanna chat that's cool too. (:
XD Please don't tear me into shreds... I tried.
Chapter: 2
Author:
bromptncocktale
Pairing: Vam
Rating: R.
Summary: Swearing he’s clueless and acting on the spur of the moment: Bam’s epic premeditated plan begins to kick off to an unwilling and agitated Ville through a string of events leading to a horrific embarrassment.
Disclaimer: Never happened.
Warnings: Rape; not descriptive and pornographic. Also, uncreative title.
Authors Noters: Chapter 1 Formerly called "My Boyfriend who lives in Finland"
“Why are we here? What was that noise, Bam, what’s going on, where are we!?”
“Oh shut up!! You’ll see!”
Bam had managed to convince Ville to cooperate with his surprise secret by keeping a blind fold secure over his eyes, sound proof headphones blasted heavy metal into his ears and keeping him tied up half way through the entire trip. Bam knew Ville would trust him no matter what happened.
This plan was working better, and quieter than when he had tricked his mother, April to get into a hot air balloon, her biggest fear. That plan had gone perfectly too. Bam knew that with the amount of love and trust that Ville had for him would make this go even better. Nothing was going to wreck this. Bam even had the anxious pulse of a criminal, which he was becoming for the past few days… along with the record of being a perfect stalker.
**Several Hours Later**
“We’re here, Ville” Bam was practically squealing with excitement as he broke the rope binding his loves hands and ripped the headphones and blindfold off of him. Ville nearly fell back on the driveway he was standing on for about five seconds.
“West Chester?!” He gasped loudly, dropping his cigarette he lit the second his hands weren’t bonded anymore. “You fucking kidnapped me, Bam?! How the fuck did they let you walk me into an airplane with a blindfold on and roped up?!”
“I’m a celebrity,” Bam laughed.
Ville stared around him, just trying to comprehend what was happening.
“I have your suitcases in the trunk, Dunn is bringing some of your important junk the rest was sold or thrown away or the guys kept it.”
“BAM! T-”
“- - And I sold your apartment.”
Ville sat on the pavement, scrambling for his cigarette again and closing his eyes as he inhaled the smoke in an attempt to calm himself down and a giant swarm of curses pouring under his breath in his native tongue as he began realizing how everything happened, “Bam. I want to go home.”
“You’re not even giving it a chance! I fucking worked hard to get your fucking ass here!”
“…Getting on a plane is so hard..”
Bam growled audibly at Ville who just rolled his eyes. He reached down and grabbed Ville by his arm, almost tearing it from the socket as he forced him up, gripping until it was surely bruised. He stormed into his house and slammed Ville up against the wall, “I worked hard to plan this!” he screamed, throwing Ville against it again just to make sure he was bashing his head into it better than he did before, “You are staying the fuck here!” Ville didn’t want to look into Bam’s rage filled eyes behind his magenta tinted Dior style sunglasses, he gave a slight sorrowful not and in a split second his head was bashed into the wall again and it hung down in a fashion that proved he was ready to pass out from the blow. Bam grabbed Ville’s jaw tight, forcing him to focus forward just as his knee struck hard into the Finnish man’s gut, the back of Bam’s hand rose and flew across the others face, slapping him as if he was some sort of woman until he was done punishing him. He had to show Ville who was the boss.
Ville found himself back in Bam’s arms, in love again as Bam apologized for his violent actions that he would probably repeat again, in the same day too. Bam couldn’t keep those promises that he wouldn’t hurt him, but he made other promises that made up for it.
Bam always kept the promise of his love for Ville Valo. Proving to Ville that he always would love him wasn’t that hard after he was done apologizing and making up for beating him and controlling every aspect of his life. Bam’s excuse for his horrific actions had always been the same “out of love” kind of explanation. It was the trust thing, in his own mind. Bam did love Ville, there wasn’t any doubt about that, of course no one ever saw what Bam did to Ville. Occasionally the cover up Ville would cake onto his face would rub off, or even chip off the way he wore it, and they could see whatever marks Ville had recently been sporting. No one ever expected it to be Bam leaving those marks because no one had ever seen Bam become violently angry in a serious way before.
Their ears rang to the sound of the car horn that came loudly into the driveway. Their lips pecked together quickly as Bam took off out the door. Ville lit himself a cigarette as he strolled off after him.
****
Ville sat in Bam’s seat the next morning at the dining room table, under his giant Heartagram. He sipped at his tea and wondered how life was going to go now as the kidnapped lover. The room even made him feel like a Mid-evil princess, and Bam just seemed to be the dragon instead of a knight or a prince. Valo smiled to himself as the sun finally began to rise and came through to the window and spilled into the room where he sat. He set off to start a small breakfast for himself and for Bam.
Needless to say he didn’t eat a thing himself.
He tried to make things perfect, and deal with knowing he was stuck in America. - - It wasn’t that he didn’t want to be with Bam, it was just that their relationship was too rocky at the moment.
***
Bam woke up to the warm smell of breakfast. Blue eyes fluttered open as the delicious scent drifted through his nostrils. He chuckled and sat himself up, tiredly rubbing his eyes as he got up to go grab the plate.
“Now I just have to find my Ville..” he yawned.
Bam wasn’t happy to find he woke up and Ville wasn’t near and furious to discover that Ville wasn’t even in the house at all. An hour later he found Ville strolling up the drive way, smiling as he went…. Bam was going to rip that grin off his face; but he settled with wrapping his hands around his neck and interrogating him. He couldn’t believe that Ville was just “going for a walk” it was “fucking bullshit” to him.
Bam grabbed Ville by the wrist, pulling him into the house and throwing him down on the couch, needing a new reason to why he tried and succeeded strangling his lover. Ville’s eyes just watched Bam pace and yell things so fast that he would have earned his uncle’s subtitles. He closed them shut tight as he felt the tension in the room come to a halt, “Bambie?” he spoke softly, “Bam?…” Ville shut himself up as he was told. He sat there and pulled himself up to a more comfortable position as he saw one of Bam’s friends had just stumbled into the room.
Ville couldn’t lie. He loved the way Bam could make up a quick lie in a mere second. He was great at it.
Emerald eyes stayed fixed to Bam, and a few glances to his friend and the other two who walked in after him. He made sure none of them where watching adjust the scarf around his neck to hide what he was sure had turned bright red, and yet he was noticed and accused of having hickeys all over… Ville always knew Bam’s friends had been total idiots -- as if he needed more proof of something like that. And as if Ville needed more parts of his body turning red, his face turned from its pale color to the same tint as his hurting neck… his darling had decided to tell them that they were about to have sex right then.
He could never had imagined the thoughts running through Bam’s spontaneous head. He sighed with some form of relief that could have been better. “Are you done yet?” he asked in a low mutter, not expecting an answer or any form of acknowledgement. He watched as Bam spun around on his heel in one swift motion, his icy eyes staring directly, viciously into his own, “No, not yet…” his voice full of the same danger.
“What?…”
“Come here,” Bam beckoned to him, tossing his head slightly to the side.
“..Bam, what is it?”
Bam shoved Ville down as soon as he got up. Ville scrambled twice to get up and leave. The third time Bam grabbed a hold of both Ville’s wrists, getting up onto his body and used it to pin the rest of Ville’s failing body down.
Ville’s anorexic frame didn’t even put up much of a fight, even though it struggled fair enough until it was wrestled and punched into a halt. His vocal chords screamed out to demand explanation for what ever was going to happen, and just what the fuck Bam thought he was doing. His voice couldn’t even find the poetic meter that he always spoke with to yell against his true love.
Bam didn’t find it very hard to want to do what he was about to, and in front of his friends as well, who all seemed to be too shocked or too interested in what was happening, and too shocked to speak. Bam’s own mind was rushing to think of lies, all of them perfect with answers to questions to be asked, everything was premeditated as his knuckles continuously crashed against Ville’s perfect face of perfect porcelain white that bled an arousing perfect ruby liquid and spattered to his own slightly tanned skin.
Margera would have sworn on his life that the blood he was licking from Ville’s drenched face was prettier than anything he’d ever seen Ville wear. His blood was better on the outside, it left marks were it started after it had been cleaned up, he knew that he had struck it and caused the laceration to bleed. The mark was all his. He was proud of it, especially when it got the Finn to “shut the fuck up” with another anger and lust mixed margarita of a punch. He had to admit too, Ville Valo had the best ear shattering scream of pure terror.
The skaters hips had grinded so hard into the dear vocalist that it hurt the two of them, but care wasn’t the biggest concern for one; it was just for how fast he could get that damn blazer and fucking t-shirt off… the scarf had to go too, and he wasn’t in the mood for anymore foreplay as he grabbed the belt from his own jeans and tore it right off.
Ville put up another failed struggle as he watched Bam take his belt off and then Ville’s own belt came off his just as fast. He loved Bam - - but not like this. This wasn’t love or a perfect romantic lust being fulfilled. It was vile, evil…. Heart breaking.
Ville couldn’t say he wasn’t trying to make this work. When he stopped struggling against Bam he was trying to kiss with him rather than having the slime of Bam’s saliva drip down his face and his lips bitten up, bleeding and treated as rough as the rest of his body was. He hurt all over, but he was getting used to the furious pain that ran rampant through his body and his aching face. He could barely even breathe with the blood gushing from his nose and the attack of Bam’s tongue shoved down his throat.
He couldn’t function anymore to yell for help, and with the power Bam’s fists held he wasn’t about to get another beating even harder. He yelled in his mind for Bam to stop, and that was all he could even do anymore.
One more ear shattering scream pierced through the state as Bam tore into his body…
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Ville slipped into the bedroom to find it empty. Eerily empty. A heavy smoke filled sigh had left his lips as he watched down at the floor that froze up as he stepped onto it. His eyes watched out the small window out into the trees to a life outside of the house, or at least for the night. He closed his eyes and took another long drag from his cigarette. The nervous feeling of no longer being alone in the room struck him, but he kept silent and kept inhaling the generous toxics. The feeling crept closer and the scent of love and heart break drifted to his nose. His head gently tossed to the side, soft tresses of freshly washed curled locks fell into his face as he released the smoke to a series of circles that almost resembled hearts. Almost mechanically his head turned back to finally open his emerald optics, a smile as they met perfect sapphire ones that blinked in front of him.
“I love you.”
“I love you too, Bam…”
Bam stood up from off the floor, slipping the bouquet of roses he had into his arms and kissing his sore lips as gently as he could. He knew his level of trust was close to none now, but he knew Ville was too much into the romance of life, he was going to do whatever it took to patch things up and make everything loving and perfect between them. The flowers were only the first step of the plan he made.
“Ville,” Bam grinned as he bantered his name.
“Yes, Bam?” Ville did his best to smile at the flowers. He could only picture the roses withering and dying before his eyes or picture Bam throwing them into the pavement and running them over several times in his hummer.
“I love you,” Bam persisted in an even sweeter tone.
“I guess,” Ville replied nervously, “Why did you do that to me, and in front of your friends too?”
“Because your so beautiful, my love!”
That one took Ville by complete surprise.
“I wanted to show them how beautiful you are!” Bam continued, “You always wear so much clothes and they can’t see your beautiful body! I wanted to make them all jealous because your so beautiful Ville, you’re so hott and all mine, and they know they could never fucking have you!”
Ville blushed. Alright, so it wasn’t SO bad… he thought. Bam just showed everything differently than other people did, it wasn’t bad at all. Rape could easily be excused now, couldn’t it? Bam totally justified his actions. In the sickest way it was sweet, but maybe it had to be accepted. It was just one of those things. Their relationship would get better if he could accept that he was forced into rough, abusive sex in front of others. Ville didn’t even know how he was going to face Bam’s friends now.
“You’re sweet, my dear Bam-Bam, but.. My love, there are other ways that you can show the affections in which you hold for me… And in front of your friends, darling, of course there are other ways to show how much it is that I mean to you… And many more a way you can show things off, qualities, that you find that I have the best of that you wish to show.” He smiled faintly as Bam just sounded completely oblivious to what he was even trying to say, but once it sank into Bam’s slow conception, he understood Ville’s words and just said “Oh” in the best voice he could muster up that sounded completely clueless to how he was supposed to do things Ville’s way.
Ville sighed heavily, putting the flowers down on the table. He took another drag from his cigarette and wrapped his arms around Bam, “I love you, and I’m ecstatic that you hold your affections for me in such high regard.”
Bam wrapped his arms around Ville’s aching hips, he loved how low Ville wore his pants. Who didn’t? He couldn’t even help but smirk when Ville’s body jumped at the grip his fingers pressed onto Ville’s bruises.
“Bam!” he yelped.
“What?” Bam used his innocent voice.
“…That hurt..”
Bam resisted the urge to say “I know” and laugh, “I’m sorry” was the chosen one. He got Ville to smile, “How about you get under those sheets and take those fucking pants off?”
Ville rolled his eyes and exhaled the smoke before he ended up gagging on it. Sex was the last thing he wanted, but he wanted to keep Bam as happy as possible. He died his cigarette out, nodding gently to Bam and moving to crawl up the bed, just ending up getting tackled down and his clothes ripped off once again.
This time he was able to laugh as he tried to suppress the pain his body ached with and enjoy the feeling of Bam all over his body. Maybe he could even take the pain away... That was like a whole 'nother joke in its self.
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..Well, theres my second try. Maybe there will be a third if this one is any good, hahaha. Who knows...
I still don't have a beta, so if anyone is interested I'll give you my AIM; or if you just wanna chat that's cool too. (:
XD Please don't tear me into shreds... I tried.