Incarnate
Title: Incarnate
Chapter: 1
Fandom: Jackass/Viva La Bam/HIM AU
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Bam/Ville, Ville/OMC, Bam/Ville/Ryan
Warning: Sex is violence...
Disclaimer: Ownership is an abstract concept...
Word Count: 1563
Summary: Bam was just waiting for someone, anyone to try and break him...
Dedicated to and inspired by: Abysmal Seraph & Johnny Darko
Bam's POV
This is not a story about romantic dinners and tender kisses. This is not a tale of moonlit nights and flowers. Oh, no… Ville and I have never been about that. We met almost a decade ago. A life of luxury and leisure had left me bored… and somewhat frayed around the edges. I was high strung and just waiting for someone anyone to try and break me. Each step I took was a baseless leap of faith…
One nondescript night I ended up surrounded by drag queens, burlesque dancers, leather daddies, and all of their ilk. I’d done my best to fit in. To make it past the door really…pouring my skinny ass into fucking rubber pants of all the ri-god-damn-diculous things… donned my favorite fur coat and with my top hat placed precariously upon my head awaited my judgment day in line.
Much to my disappointment, once inside I felt no more entertained than I had laying in my hotel room staring blindly at the ceiling. To make matters worse, I’m sitting at my table and some hairy ass mother fucker comes up and starts running his Neanderthal paws up and down my bare chest. Sighing, I kick his foot away and redirect my attentions to the garish cock-shaped lollipop table favors. And what does the asshole do? He grabs me by the nape of my neck and pulls me to my feet. The nerve of this asshat… I’m not anybody’s fucking slave-boy… I do whatever the fuck I want. So, I spit in his face… by that time our scuffle had been noticed by the festival’s security. Smirking, I called him a cunt and laughed when the bouncer hauled his ass away. After such a confrontation I felt a strong need for alcohol to be coursing through my veins.
The bar, of course, was packed with every kind of parlor shop display of human pets and slaves imaginable. Nearly grinding my balls into my own asshole, I managed to perch myself upon a stool and quickly ordered a double shot of Jager. I’m three down when he approaches me. There’s a fogged up oxygen mask draped from his neck. His eyeliner’s smudged around his too green eyes. He’s shirtless like myself and ink adorns his left arm from his wrist to his jagged shoulder. I don’t get past that that in my viewing before he speaks, his accent drawing my focus from the fourth double shot of Jager awaiting my consumption.
“A toppy little cunt?” He chokes out a laugh and lights up a cigarette. The image is a little too much for me. God help me if I don’t start giggling like a fucking school girl. The little death stick is barely hanging from his lips when he looks me up and down with a smirk on his face. “Ville… Ville Valo…”
His voice is muffled by his own lips for just a moment before he moves to tap the ashes from the cigarette. Raising my glass to him, I offer a sloppy toast. “Bam…”
“So…Bam, you been to the torture gardens yet?”
Somehow I’d missed that. Clearly, the expression I allow to pass over my face at that sad fact amuses him and he finds it so endearing he plucks at my bottom lip with his thumb. I jerk away from his touch with a huff. Ville’s smile widens. “Why do I get the feeling this whole…” He waves in the air around us. “… to do isn’t your thing?”
“I’m fucking transparent…” I reply shoving my last glass at the three others that litter the bar… just to hear them tumble down.
“Or maybe you’re just bored…”
The cool air hits our bare flesh as we exit the venue. Ville tugs on his mask and we start walking. I won’t lie and say I’ve never went home with a complete stranger. But somehow this felt different… My eyes fall on his pale shoulders and I fucking yearn to drag my tongue across the chilled goose-bumped flesh just to taste his discomfort. He’s cutting his eyes at me and he looks like pure evil. And I want nothing more in this world to tear him apart.
***
(8 years later)
I haven’t even fucking taken off my shoes. I can’t give two shits that the bar room floor residue and cum that most definitely linger on them might stain the thousand dollar lounging chair adjacent to our bed. My eyes are centered in on the straps of leather wrapped around bulging muscles that no matter how much force their owner exerts, he can’t subdue my lover… my Valo… my shining light in a world so mundanely bleak that he’s become my reason for living.
He’s thrashing about and bucking like a wild animal. He snarls and writhes beneath this beast of a leather daddy. Sweat is actually beading on the sad fuck’s face. He grabs Ville’s wrists and stretches them out over his head. I know from experience that tactic never fucking works. And true to nights gone by, Valo throws him off within seconds.
“If you don’t settle your ass down… this is going to tear that pretty fucking ass of yours apart…”
I can’t fucking help it… I know my role is to be a silent observer in this, but how ridiculous can you get. Snorting, I let my feet drop to the floor. I’m ready. Ready for this asshole to raise a single god damn finger that I don’t see fit.
“You think this is our first fucking rodeo, cowboy?” Ville snaps.
In the second it takes him the retort, the asshole somehow manages to penetrate him. And he looks damn disappointed when the screams of pain and pleasure he was expecting never tear from my Valo’s throat.
“Is that all you got, you pussy…” He challenges with a twist of his hips.
No less alert than before, I whip my cock out and watch at Ville’s face is slammed into the pillow. Growling, he manages to face me. He whimpers once, furious that this plaything has somehow managed to get one up on him. Then the pig goes and fucking ruins the entire moment by opening his pig mouth.
“Bet you’d give anything to gagging on his meat, to have it shoved so far down your throat you’d be flossing with his pubes for weeks…”
No doubt as annoyed as I am, Ville bucks back onto the fuck. There a look of pure lechery as he cums with a loud shout and sinks smugly into the soiled sheets. Behind him the pig pulls out with a disgusting grunt and throws his used condom on Ville.
“Fucking worthless…”
And Valo, the shit… he fucking giggles. He giggles until the bed is quivering beneath him. My eyes are on the pig in an instant. As are his on me. It’s fairly obvious that if I wasn’t here, he’d be quick as hell to retaliate against such insolence. Instead he storms out like the coward his is to hide behind such over played bravado.
As soon as the front door slams, my exterior breaks and I’m laughing right along with Ville. “Is it just me or are they getting worse?” I ask him.
“No, they’re getting worse… that was fucking hilarious.”
“It’s like he expected you to beg for a fuck not fit for a frigid housewife…” I mutter as I settle beside him. And trying not to gag, I pick up the condom and throw it in the general direction of the trash bin. I nip at his shoulders and ask him solemnly. “We done with that bar for a while?”
“Fuck, yes.”
“Good, because I was thinking…” I slide swiftly into my lover’s stretched and lubed hole enjoying what little I could from his most recent foray. Moaning, I indulge in every spasm that Ville’s sweet ass offers me. If I could fuck him and throw myself at his feet at the same time, I’d worship him for the rest of eternity… but tonight my hoarse whispers will have to do as I cry out his name.
“Bam…” His voices cuts through the air like a banshee’s wail. And I want to hear it again and again.
Dragging my fingers down his sides, I leave rivers of red welts before clawing my way to where my cock is plunged deep inside of him. I lean back and rub the pad of my thumb along the crescent of his quivering hole before shoving it in hard and deep.
“Please, Bammie…”
All too ready to comply to the simplest of requests, I scrape my other thumbnail over the puckered flesh. Beneath me, my light comes undone. He tears at the sheets and with a shuddering gasp spurts out what little seed remained within him after his previous romp. Satisfied that he’s now content, I withdraw my thumb and shove into him hard and fast. It takes no more that two or three solid pumps before I’m shooting my wad deep inside his gut.
With a perverse smile on his face, Ville pulls away and rolls until he’s able to tuck himself in my arms. Despite the waste of time, space, and energy spent on the pig earlier the night hadn’t entirely been a bust if we ended up once more in each others’ arms. Satiated and content…
Chapter 2
Chapter: 1
Fandom: Jackass/Viva La Bam/HIM AU
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Bam/Ville, Ville/OMC, Bam/Ville/Ryan
Warning: Sex is violence...
Disclaimer: Ownership is an abstract concept...
Word Count: 1563
Summary: Bam was just waiting for someone, anyone to try and break him...
Dedicated to and inspired by: Abysmal Seraph & Johnny Darko
Bam's POV
This is not a story about romantic dinners and tender kisses. This is not a tale of moonlit nights and flowers. Oh, no… Ville and I have never been about that. We met almost a decade ago. A life of luxury and leisure had left me bored… and somewhat frayed around the edges. I was high strung and just waiting for someone anyone to try and break me. Each step I took was a baseless leap of faith…
One nondescript night I ended up surrounded by drag queens, burlesque dancers, leather daddies, and all of their ilk. I’d done my best to fit in. To make it past the door really…pouring my skinny ass into fucking rubber pants of all the ri-god-damn-diculous things… donned my favorite fur coat and with my top hat placed precariously upon my head awaited my judgment day in line.
Much to my disappointment, once inside I felt no more entertained than I had laying in my hotel room staring blindly at the ceiling. To make matters worse, I’m sitting at my table and some hairy ass mother fucker comes up and starts running his Neanderthal paws up and down my bare chest. Sighing, I kick his foot away and redirect my attentions to the garish cock-shaped lollipop table favors. And what does the asshole do? He grabs me by the nape of my neck and pulls me to my feet. The nerve of this asshat… I’m not anybody’s fucking slave-boy… I do whatever the fuck I want. So, I spit in his face… by that time our scuffle had been noticed by the festival’s security. Smirking, I called him a cunt and laughed when the bouncer hauled his ass away. After such a confrontation I felt a strong need for alcohol to be coursing through my veins.
The bar, of course, was packed with every kind of parlor shop display of human pets and slaves imaginable. Nearly grinding my balls into my own asshole, I managed to perch myself upon a stool and quickly ordered a double shot of Jager. I’m three down when he approaches me. There’s a fogged up oxygen mask draped from his neck. His eyeliner’s smudged around his too green eyes. He’s shirtless like myself and ink adorns his left arm from his wrist to his jagged shoulder. I don’t get past that that in my viewing before he speaks, his accent drawing my focus from the fourth double shot of Jager awaiting my consumption.
“A toppy little cunt?” He chokes out a laugh and lights up a cigarette. The image is a little too much for me. God help me if I don’t start giggling like a fucking school girl. The little death stick is barely hanging from his lips when he looks me up and down with a smirk on his face. “Ville… Ville Valo…”
His voice is muffled by his own lips for just a moment before he moves to tap the ashes from the cigarette. Raising my glass to him, I offer a sloppy toast. “Bam…”
“So…Bam, you been to the torture gardens yet?”
Somehow I’d missed that. Clearly, the expression I allow to pass over my face at that sad fact amuses him and he finds it so endearing he plucks at my bottom lip with his thumb. I jerk away from his touch with a huff. Ville’s smile widens. “Why do I get the feeling this whole…” He waves in the air around us. “… to do isn’t your thing?”
“I’m fucking transparent…” I reply shoving my last glass at the three others that litter the bar… just to hear them tumble down.
“Or maybe you’re just bored…”
The cool air hits our bare flesh as we exit the venue. Ville tugs on his mask and we start walking. I won’t lie and say I’ve never went home with a complete stranger. But somehow this felt different… My eyes fall on his pale shoulders and I fucking yearn to drag my tongue across the chilled goose-bumped flesh just to taste his discomfort. He’s cutting his eyes at me and he looks like pure evil. And I want nothing more in this world to tear him apart.
***
(8 years later)
I haven’t even fucking taken off my shoes. I can’t give two shits that the bar room floor residue and cum that most definitely linger on them might stain the thousand dollar lounging chair adjacent to our bed. My eyes are centered in on the straps of leather wrapped around bulging muscles that no matter how much force their owner exerts, he can’t subdue my lover… my Valo… my shining light in a world so mundanely bleak that he’s become my reason for living.
He’s thrashing about and bucking like a wild animal. He snarls and writhes beneath this beast of a leather daddy. Sweat is actually beading on the sad fuck’s face. He grabs Ville’s wrists and stretches them out over his head. I know from experience that tactic never fucking works. And true to nights gone by, Valo throws him off within seconds.
“If you don’t settle your ass down… this is going to tear that pretty fucking ass of yours apart…”
I can’t fucking help it… I know my role is to be a silent observer in this, but how ridiculous can you get. Snorting, I let my feet drop to the floor. I’m ready. Ready for this asshole to raise a single god damn finger that I don’t see fit.
“You think this is our first fucking rodeo, cowboy?” Ville snaps.
In the second it takes him the retort, the asshole somehow manages to penetrate him. And he looks damn disappointed when the screams of pain and pleasure he was expecting never tear from my Valo’s throat.
“Is that all you got, you pussy…” He challenges with a twist of his hips.
No less alert than before, I whip my cock out and watch at Ville’s face is slammed into the pillow. Growling, he manages to face me. He whimpers once, furious that this plaything has somehow managed to get one up on him. Then the pig goes and fucking ruins the entire moment by opening his pig mouth.
“Bet you’d give anything to gagging on his meat, to have it shoved so far down your throat you’d be flossing with his pubes for weeks…”
No doubt as annoyed as I am, Ville bucks back onto the fuck. There a look of pure lechery as he cums with a loud shout and sinks smugly into the soiled sheets. Behind him the pig pulls out with a disgusting grunt and throws his used condom on Ville.
“Fucking worthless…”
And Valo, the shit… he fucking giggles. He giggles until the bed is quivering beneath him. My eyes are on the pig in an instant. As are his on me. It’s fairly obvious that if I wasn’t here, he’d be quick as hell to retaliate against such insolence. Instead he storms out like the coward his is to hide behind such over played bravado.
As soon as the front door slams, my exterior breaks and I’m laughing right along with Ville. “Is it just me or are they getting worse?” I ask him.
“No, they’re getting worse… that was fucking hilarious.”
“It’s like he expected you to beg for a fuck not fit for a frigid housewife…” I mutter as I settle beside him. And trying not to gag, I pick up the condom and throw it in the general direction of the trash bin. I nip at his shoulders and ask him solemnly. “We done with that bar for a while?”
“Fuck, yes.”
“Good, because I was thinking…” I slide swiftly into my lover’s stretched and lubed hole enjoying what little I could from his most recent foray. Moaning, I indulge in every spasm that Ville’s sweet ass offers me. If I could fuck him and throw myself at his feet at the same time, I’d worship him for the rest of eternity… but tonight my hoarse whispers will have to do as I cry out his name.
“Bam…” His voices cuts through the air like a banshee’s wail. And I want to hear it again and again.
Dragging my fingers down his sides, I leave rivers of red welts before clawing my way to where my cock is plunged deep inside of him. I lean back and rub the pad of my thumb along the crescent of his quivering hole before shoving it in hard and deep.
“Please, Bammie…”
All too ready to comply to the simplest of requests, I scrape my other thumbnail over the puckered flesh. Beneath me, my light comes undone. He tears at the sheets and with a shuddering gasp spurts out what little seed remained within him after his previous romp. Satisfied that he’s now content, I withdraw my thumb and shove into him hard and fast. It takes no more that two or three solid pumps before I’m shooting my wad deep inside his gut.
With a perverse smile on his face, Ville pulls away and rolls until he’s able to tuck himself in my arms. Despite the waste of time, space, and energy spent on the pig earlier the night hadn’t entirely been a bust if we ended up once more in each others’ arms. Satiated and content…
Chapter 2