Darkerside Jewel...
Title: Swanheart- Chapter Fourteen: Slut
POV: Third
Rating: PG-13 - NC-17
Major Pairings: Vam & Linbu
Secondary Pairings: Eicca/Perttu & Rake/Ryan
Summary: Ville Valo and Bam Margera go to school together and are in the same circle of friends. But when a fight between two mutual friends brings them closer together, what happens?
A/N: AU. Completely and utterly AU. OC, too, there are several OCs. They are all hormonal teenagers, too. Seems to me, that my plot has changed...
From sad, to fluffy… But, thems the breaks...
Some suggestions in this, nothing too smutty, just yet...
Disclaimer: DK, DO, NH, okay? Swanheart belongs to Nightwish. Any OCs are of my own creation, so don't steal them! XD
Previous Chapters
Pale autumn sunlight danced across the bedroom floor as dawn broke the horizon and filtered through the slanted blinds. Bam groaned as the sunlight hit his eyelids and propelled him into consciousness. His cerulean eyes opened, he grabbed the nearest pillow, stuffed it over his face, and fell back to sleep.
Then, dreams came to him, tendrils of smoke, weaving themselves, morphing themselves, into intelligible, realistic forms.
The room was bare, save for a nondescript bed to the back wall and a painting of a ship hanging over a desk. The walls were painted a dirty cream, and the carpet was mouldy, dank and old.
Bam lay on the bed, handcuffed to the bed-head and Ville stood over him with a short riding crop…
The dream changed.
Bam was walking through a park. The deep, emerald grass was littered with fallen autumnal oak leaves. Children played in the leaves, their faces blurred, the shouting and squealing inaudible…
Three hours later, he was roused again by a knock on his bedroom door. He threw his pillow at the door and rolled out of bed. Walking across the room, he took the twist out of his pyjama bottoms and caught sight of his physique in the full-length mirror.
Bam had taken up skating about two years before, and it had paid off. His torso was tanned and lean, and rippled with a taut, flat six-pack. He could, effectively, walk around shirtless and have girls chasing after him.
Another knock. Bam grunted and threw the door open.
“What the fuck do you want? It’s ten on a Saturday morning.” He rubbed his eyes.
A hiccuping laugh. “And a very good morning to you, too.”
Bam started. “Ville? What are you doing here?”
Ville smiled. “Well, I suppose it has to do with the picnic we organised for today?”
~Flashback~
Bam and Ville turned and left the skate park, hand-in-hand. Twilight descended over the town, and the pair wound their way back through Westchester.
At Bam’s house, Ville stopped and turned to Bam.
“What’re you doing tomorrow?” Ville asked.
Bam shrugged. “Nothing.”
“Do you want to do something?” Ville seemed shy all of a sudden.
Bam smiled warmly. “Like?”
Ville scuffed at the ground with his shoes. “A picnic?”
“Look at me, Willa.”
Ville looked up at Bam and fell more in love with the sapphire eyes.
Bam, in turn, felt himself lose a little more control as he noticed how vulnerable and coy Ville looked.
“I’d love to,” Bam whispered. “Come to my place at ten tomorrow morning.”
Ville nodded shyly, gave him a quick kiss, and disappeared into the gathering darkness.
~End Flashback~
Bam slapped his forehead. “Shit! I’m so sorry, babe, I totally forgot! Let me just put some clothes on.”
Another hiccupping laugh and Ville followed Bam back inside his room and shut the door.
“Of course, we can always forget the picnic…” Ville said, sprawling on the bed.
Bam shut the wardrobe and swaggered over to Ville. “What’re you saying?”
Ville smirked. “I quite like you like that…” He vaguely indicated the still-bare torso of Bam.
Bam grinned. “You little slut.”
Ville spread his hands in a sign of submission. “Ahh, but I’m your little slut.”
“And, technically, you’re not a slut. Well, I assume. You don’t sleep around, do you?”
Ville shook his head in disbelief. “Nope. How could you think I’d sleep around when I have someone like you?”
Bam thought about it for a second. “Well, I suppose you’re right…”
Ville sat up. “What do you want to do?”
Bam looked reflective for a moment. “Let’s go on the picnic. It seems like such a nice day.” He leaned over and kissed Ville, hard.
Ville let out a little moan and kissed back. Bam forced him back on the bed and pinned him there.
The skater detached himself from Ville for a moment. “Actually, let’s forget the picnic.”
Ville grinned, and then reattached himself to Bam.
POV: Third
Rating: PG-13 - NC-17
Major Pairings: Vam & Linbu
Secondary Pairings: Eicca/Perttu & Rake/Ryan
Summary: Ville Valo and Bam Margera go to school together and are in the same circle of friends. But when a fight between two mutual friends brings them closer together, what happens?
A/N: AU. Completely and utterly AU. OC, too, there are several OCs. They are all hormonal teenagers, too. Seems to me, that my plot has changed...
From sad, to fluffy… But, thems the breaks...
Some suggestions in this, nothing too smutty, just yet...
Disclaimer: DK, DO, NH, okay? Swanheart belongs to Nightwish. Any OCs are of my own creation, so don't steal them! XD
Previous Chapters
Pale autumn sunlight danced across the bedroom floor as dawn broke the horizon and filtered through the slanted blinds. Bam groaned as the sunlight hit his eyelids and propelled him into consciousness. His cerulean eyes opened, he grabbed the nearest pillow, stuffed it over his face, and fell back to sleep.
Then, dreams came to him, tendrils of smoke, weaving themselves, morphing themselves, into intelligible, realistic forms.
The room was bare, save for a nondescript bed to the back wall and a painting of a ship hanging over a desk. The walls were painted a dirty cream, and the carpet was mouldy, dank and old.
Bam lay on the bed, handcuffed to the bed-head and Ville stood over him with a short riding crop…
The dream changed.
Bam was walking through a park. The deep, emerald grass was littered with fallen autumnal oak leaves. Children played in the leaves, their faces blurred, the shouting and squealing inaudible…
Three hours later, he was roused again by a knock on his bedroom door. He threw his pillow at the door and rolled out of bed. Walking across the room, he took the twist out of his pyjama bottoms and caught sight of his physique in the full-length mirror.
Bam had taken up skating about two years before, and it had paid off. His torso was tanned and lean, and rippled with a taut, flat six-pack. He could, effectively, walk around shirtless and have girls chasing after him.
Another knock. Bam grunted and threw the door open.
“What the fuck do you want? It’s ten on a Saturday morning.” He rubbed his eyes.
A hiccuping laugh. “And a very good morning to you, too.”
Bam started. “Ville? What are you doing here?”
Ville smiled. “Well, I suppose it has to do with the picnic we organised for today?”
~Flashback~
Bam and Ville turned and left the skate park, hand-in-hand. Twilight descended over the town, and the pair wound their way back through Westchester.
At Bam’s house, Ville stopped and turned to Bam.
“What’re you doing tomorrow?” Ville asked.
Bam shrugged. “Nothing.”
“Do you want to do something?” Ville seemed shy all of a sudden.
Bam smiled warmly. “Like?”
Ville scuffed at the ground with his shoes. “A picnic?”
“Look at me, Willa.”
Ville looked up at Bam and fell more in love with the sapphire eyes.
Bam, in turn, felt himself lose a little more control as he noticed how vulnerable and coy Ville looked.
“I’d love to,” Bam whispered. “Come to my place at ten tomorrow morning.”
Ville nodded shyly, gave him a quick kiss, and disappeared into the gathering darkness.
~End Flashback~
Bam slapped his forehead. “Shit! I’m so sorry, babe, I totally forgot! Let me just put some clothes on.”
Another hiccupping laugh and Ville followed Bam back inside his room and shut the door.
“Of course, we can always forget the picnic…” Ville said, sprawling on the bed.
Bam shut the wardrobe and swaggered over to Ville. “What’re you saying?”
Ville smirked. “I quite like you like that…” He vaguely indicated the still-bare torso of Bam.
Bam grinned. “You little slut.”
Ville spread his hands in a sign of submission. “Ahh, but I’m your little slut.”
“And, technically, you’re not a slut. Well, I assume. You don’t sleep around, do you?”
Ville shook his head in disbelief. “Nope. How could you think I’d sleep around when I have someone like you?”
Bam thought about it for a second. “Well, I suppose you’re right…”
Ville sat up. “What do you want to do?”
Bam looked reflective for a moment. “Let’s go on the picnic. It seems like such a nice day.” He leaned over and kissed Ville, hard.
Ville let out a little moan and kissed back. Bam forced him back on the bed and pinned him there.
The skater detached himself from Ville for a moment. “Actually, let’s forget the picnic.”
Ville grinned, and then reattached himself to Bam.