Embrace The Dark [5.0]
Title: Embrace the Dark [5/?]
Author: xmychemx
Pairing: Ville/Bam
Rating: R/NC17.
Summary: They were born to destroy each other...
Disclaimer: Don't own, please don't sue. Ville and Bam own themselves, and HIM owns the title.
Beta: byond_redemptn Love.
Dedication: Raae, [soul_xonx_fire] for making me write this even when I should have been working on my other story, and for demanding that there was some form of sex involved. Love.
Author's Note: Promised I'd update quick, didn't I? :]
Warnings: Supernatural themes, sex [even if it's not really... real]
[Prologue] [1] [2] [3] [4]
Contrast... Ville had always loved contrast. He loved the dark crimson of red against his own pale skin, but he was willing to bet that this was better.
Tanned fingers running over pale hips.
He forced his eyes shut and breathed in a shaky breath.
There was a mouth on his, their lips moving against one another. Ville wanted, needed to know who it was that was kissing him so feverishly, but he had a horrible feeling that opening his eyes would cause the other to disappear.
The hands now smoothing over his thighs were rough, calloused, the chest pressed into his undeniably flat. Even in his dream-like state, Ville felt a warm blush working its way over his cheeks at the knowledge that the person on top of him was certainly not a woman.
"Shh..." a voice soothes him, soft lips pressing back to his and sucking his bottom lip into their mouth. Ville couldn't help the moan that escaped his lips as the stranger ground their hips together.
The hands moved further down, lazily stroking Ville's cock, and he gasped into the other's mouth at the realisation that they were both already without clothes. He groaned; writhed on the bed as the touch grew soft and teasing, barely connecting with his skin at all.
"Please..." he whimpered, screwing his eyes shut further as his breathing became heavier. The boy chuckled, his cool breath falling on Ville's neck and making him shiver. There was a pause, the warmth disappearing and cold sweeping over his body. He was quickly warmed however when he felt the other straddling him. Hips rocked together, and Ville thought he was going to die if he the other boy didn't fucking do something soon.
Fingers slicked with a cold substance ran back over his cock and Ville shivered, a quiet moan falling from his lips.
"Ready?"
He could only nod, still not trusting himself to open his eyes as he felt his tip probing against the boy's entrance. There were hands on his hips again, steadying as the boy lowered himself, and Ville groaned as he felt himself enveloped by tight heat.
"God..." he whimpered as the boy lowered himself the rest of the way down, giving himself a few seconds to adjust before he was rocking his hips. Ville could hear his laboured breathing, the tiny gasps and moans fluttering from his lips as he moved a little faster, pushing up off his shins only to drop back down again.
Everything was on overload. With his eyes closed, his other senses appeared to be heightened, and Ville could feel every inch of himself inside the stranger. His mind was reeling, thoughts tumbling and turning so fast he couldn't catch any of them until he finally gave up, giving in to the feelings running from his head to his toes.
Hips rocking faster, breathing shallower, moans louder.
Ville could feel a tightening in his abdomen, his toes curling as he writhed, the boy letting out a particularly loud moan as they struck his spot. Ville thrust up, his fingers gripping the boy's hips tightly, his head thrown back. There were lips and teeth immediately taking advantage of his position, ravishing his throat, and Ville felt dizzy.
"C-close..." he murmured, his fingers digging deeper into the protruding hipbones.
"Come on baby."
The words themselves were enough to send Ville into a fit of moans, bucking up quickly.
"F-Fuck!" the boy's stammered cry and the feel of hot release on Ville's stomach sent him over the edge, crying out.
His back arched and his eyes snapped open, and for a split second, he caught a flash of blue eyes.
Ville woke to soiled sheets, gasping for breath. His eyes darted around wildly, searching for the blue, but it was denied him. He sat up abruptly, just in time to hear a loud knock on his bedroom door.
Panicking, he tore his sheets up to his chin and threw himself back down on the bed just as the door opened.
"Master Valo?"
Suppressing a groan of annoyance at the sight of one of the maids, Ville sat up again, feigning tiredness.
"Yes?"
"Are you alright, sir?"
"I'm fine, is something the matter?"
He tried to calm his breathing, pushing away thoughts of hips, moans, lips and eyes as he struggled to remain coherent in front of the girl.
"You were crying out in your sleep. I wasn't sure..."
"It was nothing, just a nightmare," he assured her quickly.
With a curt nod, she exited, and Ville slumped back onto his bed with a sigh. There was enough on his mind at the moment; what with the sudden arrival of the wolves, his father's disappointment in him, and the upcoming hunt... He hardly needed wet dreams about an unknown boy disturbing his sleep.
He lay back, closed his eyes and swore, wracking his brain to try and figure out why those eyes seemed so damn familiar.
+
"Ville, I'd appreciate it if you'd at least pay attention."
Nodding absently, Ville sat a little forward in his chair, kept his head up and his eyes alert, and pretended he was listening to them. Heated discussion was alight all around him; news had just reached them that the wolves had arrived.
Ville kindly neglected to tell them that he met one of them the day before. Just remembering the encounter left him slightly bewildered. He had heard all the stories, seen the battle wounds on the elders of his coven, but Ville had been yet to actually come face to face with one. He had thought it would be something much more than it was. He knew it was a werewolf. As surely as he knew his own name, he could sense that the creature that had stood before him was his enemy, and yet, it was nothing like Ville had expected.
He had pictured large, monstrous beasts, all fur and growling and dangerously sharp claws. What he had met, was a boy that could be no older than nineteen, naked and lying in the middle of the forest floor. He had seen the blazing look in the boy's eyes, knew that it was taking all of his self control not to attack... But Ville couldn't understand why he had refrained.
They were supposed to be enemies. Why then, did the boy just stand there and grit his teeth? And why did he, Ville, walk away without anything but a few words?
Author: xmychemx
Pairing: Ville/Bam
Rating: R/NC17.
Summary: They were born to destroy each other...
Disclaimer: Don't own, please don't sue. Ville and Bam own themselves, and HIM owns the title.
Beta: byond_redemptn Love.
Dedication: Raae, [soul_xonx_fire] for making me write this even when I should have been working on my other story, and for demanding that there was some form of sex involved. Love.
Author's Note: Promised I'd update quick, didn't I? :]
Warnings: Supernatural themes, sex [even if it's not really... real]
[Prologue] [1] [2] [3] [4]
Contrast... Ville had always loved contrast. He loved the dark crimson of red against his own pale skin, but he was willing to bet that this was better.
Tanned fingers running over pale hips.
He forced his eyes shut and breathed in a shaky breath.
There was a mouth on his, their lips moving against one another. Ville wanted, needed to know who it was that was kissing him so feverishly, but he had a horrible feeling that opening his eyes would cause the other to disappear.
The hands now smoothing over his thighs were rough, calloused, the chest pressed into his undeniably flat. Even in his dream-like state, Ville felt a warm blush working its way over his cheeks at the knowledge that the person on top of him was certainly not a woman.
"Shh..." a voice soothes him, soft lips pressing back to his and sucking his bottom lip into their mouth. Ville couldn't help the moan that escaped his lips as the stranger ground their hips together.
The hands moved further down, lazily stroking Ville's cock, and he gasped into the other's mouth at the realisation that they were both already without clothes. He groaned; writhed on the bed as the touch grew soft and teasing, barely connecting with his skin at all.
"Please..." he whimpered, screwing his eyes shut further as his breathing became heavier. The boy chuckled, his cool breath falling on Ville's neck and making him shiver. There was a pause, the warmth disappearing and cold sweeping over his body. He was quickly warmed however when he felt the other straddling him. Hips rocked together, and Ville thought he was going to die if he the other boy didn't fucking do something soon.
Fingers slicked with a cold substance ran back over his cock and Ville shivered, a quiet moan falling from his lips.
"Ready?"
He could only nod, still not trusting himself to open his eyes as he felt his tip probing against the boy's entrance. There were hands on his hips again, steadying as the boy lowered himself, and Ville groaned as he felt himself enveloped by tight heat.
"God..." he whimpered as the boy lowered himself the rest of the way down, giving himself a few seconds to adjust before he was rocking his hips. Ville could hear his laboured breathing, the tiny gasps and moans fluttering from his lips as he moved a little faster, pushing up off his shins only to drop back down again.
Everything was on overload. With his eyes closed, his other senses appeared to be heightened, and Ville could feel every inch of himself inside the stranger. His mind was reeling, thoughts tumbling and turning so fast he couldn't catch any of them until he finally gave up, giving in to the feelings running from his head to his toes.
Hips rocking faster, breathing shallower, moans louder.
Ville could feel a tightening in his abdomen, his toes curling as he writhed, the boy letting out a particularly loud moan as they struck his spot. Ville thrust up, his fingers gripping the boy's hips tightly, his head thrown back. There were lips and teeth immediately taking advantage of his position, ravishing his throat, and Ville felt dizzy.
"C-close..." he murmured, his fingers digging deeper into the protruding hipbones.
"Come on baby."
The words themselves were enough to send Ville into a fit of moans, bucking up quickly.
"F-Fuck!" the boy's stammered cry and the feel of hot release on Ville's stomach sent him over the edge, crying out.
His back arched and his eyes snapped open, and for a split second, he caught a flash of blue eyes.
Ville woke to soiled sheets, gasping for breath. His eyes darted around wildly, searching for the blue, but it was denied him. He sat up abruptly, just in time to hear a loud knock on his bedroom door.
Panicking, he tore his sheets up to his chin and threw himself back down on the bed just as the door opened.
"Master Valo?"
Suppressing a groan of annoyance at the sight of one of the maids, Ville sat up again, feigning tiredness.
"Yes?"
"Are you alright, sir?"
"I'm fine, is something the matter?"
He tried to calm his breathing, pushing away thoughts of hips, moans, lips and eyes as he struggled to remain coherent in front of the girl.
"You were crying out in your sleep. I wasn't sure..."
"It was nothing, just a nightmare," he assured her quickly.
With a curt nod, she exited, and Ville slumped back onto his bed with a sigh. There was enough on his mind at the moment; what with the sudden arrival of the wolves, his father's disappointment in him, and the upcoming hunt... He hardly needed wet dreams about an unknown boy disturbing his sleep.
He lay back, closed his eyes and swore, wracking his brain to try and figure out why those eyes seemed so damn familiar.
+
"Ville, I'd appreciate it if you'd at least pay attention."
Nodding absently, Ville sat a little forward in his chair, kept his head up and his eyes alert, and pretended he was listening to them. Heated discussion was alight all around him; news had just reached them that the wolves had arrived.
Ville kindly neglected to tell them that he met one of them the day before. Just remembering the encounter left him slightly bewildered. He had heard all the stories, seen the battle wounds on the elders of his coven, but Ville had been yet to actually come face to face with one. He had thought it would be something much more than it was. He knew it was a werewolf. As surely as he knew his own name, he could sense that the creature that had stood before him was his enemy, and yet, it was nothing like Ville had expected.
He had pictured large, monstrous beasts, all fur and growling and dangerously sharp claws. What he had met, was a boy that could be no older than nineteen, naked and lying in the middle of the forest floor. He had seen the blazing look in the boy's eyes, knew that it was taking all of his self control not to attack... But Ville couldn't understand why he had refrained.
They were supposed to be enemies. Why then, did the boy just stand there and grit his teeth? And why did he, Ville, walk away without anything but a few words?