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Buried Alive By Love	By : LittleMissDisaster Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > HIM Views: 1788 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of HIM. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Ville and Bam went out that night. They went to one of their favorite bars and ordered a meal, sitting in the booth farthest in the back of the joint, where it was quiet and private. Even still, they stayed to their own sides of the booth and were careful not to touch each other too frequently.
It frustrated Ville to no end.
“Tell me darling, how long are you going to insist on this façade?” he asked testily after Bam dropped his hand like it burned him when their waiter came by with fresh drinks.
“I’m sorry.” He lowered his head to the table and banged it once, “I don’t know why I care so much. Why I can’t just walk down the street holding your hand. I’m scared about what other people will say.”
“I know. I know.” Ville sat back against the booth and sighed, “I don’t want to fight with you. This is our last night for a few weeks, and I don’t want to spend it fighting.”
Bam lifted his head and raised an eyebrow, “And what would you rather be doing?”
Ville leaned forward, “I would much rather be making love to you.”
Bam reached into his wallet and threw some money on the table, “Come on.”
They burst into the house, trying to be quiet so they wouldn’t wake up the rest of the band or Roxy.
As soon as the door shut, Bam grabbed Ville and kissed him deeply, probing his tongue into Ville’s mouth. Ville dug his fingers into Bam’s hair, tugged gently as they stumbled toward Ville’s room. They were forced to part when Bam tripped on one of the stairs and they both fell.
Ville laughed, “Owwie.” He rubbed the back of his head.
Bam jumped up and threw Ville over his shoulder, running up the last few steps to the bedroom. He locked the door behind him and tossed Ville on the bed.
Ville kicked off his shoes and stood, grabbing the lapels of Bam’s velvet blazer. He yanked him close and kissed him hard, leaving Bam gasping for air when Ville released him to pull his jacket off and his own sweater and shirt, unwinding his scarf from his throat. Bam tugged his shirt up over his head and wrapped his arms around Ville, kissing him softer this time, working his way down his lover’s throat. They lay back on the bed, Bam kissing his way down Ville’s body, pausing to swirl his tongue around the ‘S’ tattooed around his nipple. Ville shuddered, biting his lip. He groaned when Bam licked his way down to heartagram tattoo above the button of his jeans. Bam opened it and tugged the zipper down, sliding the tight black jeans off. Ville never wore underwear.
Bam grinned up at Ville before he kissed the tip of his cock, licking up the bit of pre cum.
Ville threw his head back and locked his jaw to keep from groaning as Bam started sucking him. His hands clutched the bedcovers as his hips jerked. He felt the familiar tingling in the pit of his stomach all too soon. Instead of giving himself over to it, he reached down and stilled Bam’s head, dragging him up for another hard kiss. He practically tore the other man’s pants off.
Bam looked up at Ville, panting slightly. His eyes slid shut when Ville began to stroke his dick and he was unable to stifle the small sound of pleasure that escaped him. His groans got louder and louder as Ville’s hand moved fast until he called out Ville’s name as he came, spurting all over both men’s stomachs.
Ville waited until Bam’s breathing slowed to normal before reaching for the bottle of lube on the nightstand. He used some of it to coat his fingers and kissed Bam, slipping a finger inside him. Bam moaned against his mouth, bringing his hips up. Ville took this as a signal Bam was ready and inserted another finger, scissoring his fingers to stretch his tight entrance. Bam gasped, toes curling in pleasure.
He broke away from Ville’s kiss, “Please Ville. I want you to be in me.” He begged.
“Yes my love.” Ville whispered and coated his throbbing erection with lube, pressing it against Bam’s ass. Bam pushed back, whimpering. Ville pushed himself inside, shuddering at the feeling of his lover around his cock.
Bam moved his hips, encouraging Ville to start thrusting. He slid himself in and out, grunting a little with every motion. Bam hooked his ankles behind Ville and arched up to allow Ville deeper access. Ville began pumping harder, wrapping his long fingers around Bam’s cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts.
Both men were groaning now, muttering unintelligible endearments to each other as they got closer to their peaks. To keep from screaming as his orgasm ripped through him, Bam bit down on Ville’s shoulder. It was enough to push him over the edge and he came hard, gasping out Bam’s name.
Exhausted, they crawled under the covers, arms and legs entwined.
“I love you.” Ville whispered and kissed the top of Bam’s head.
Bam was already asleep.

It was seven in the morning when Bam’s alarm went off. He slapped at the night stand for a few seconds before it occurred to him that it was his phone braying the annoying noise. He rolled out of bed to find his pants and stop the offending sound.
Ville rolled over and mumbled something in Finnish that sounded unpleasant.
Bam shook his head and pulled on his pants. He went out to the kitchen. Roxy was sitting at the table, drinking coffee and reading the newspaper, “‘Lo.” He said vaguely and poured himself a cup of coffee. He took a deep drink, and said more coherently, “Don’t you ever sleep?”
Roxy grinned and tucked her skirt more securely around her legs, “It’s hard to with all the, nocturnal, activity in the house.” She winked at him.
Bam blushed and sat down, grabbing for a discarded section of the paper, “Was Linde up late again?” he asked, the picture of innocence.
Roxy laughed, “Yeah, that must have been it.”
“Must have.” He agreed.
“What time does your plane leave?”
“Ten.” He groaned.
“Wow. You packed yet?”
“Mostly. Probably. Whatever. You and Ville can just take anything I forget home with you.”
She shook her head, “Yeah. Are you going to need a ride?”
“Sure, if you don’t mind.” He shrugged.
“No problem. You might want to wake up the sleeping prince soon if you expect to get to LAX on time.”
“Yeah, I know.” He sighed and drained his cup. He got up and went back into the bedroom to wake up Ville and take a shower.
Roxy glared at the coffee mug he left on the table and the chaos he’d left her paper in. Bam never cleaned up after himself, and he almost always made a mess. She was used to it, but it didn’t mean she had to like it.
Bam jumped on the bed and ripped the covers off Ville simultaneously, “Wake up!”
Ville flung him off and buried his face in the pillows, “What?”
“I’ve got to be at the airport in an hour. Get up!” he started jumping up and down.
“Why don’t you wake me when you’re ready to go?” his voice muffled.
“Because I know how long it takes you to get ready! So get up or I’ll leave without you.” He did a back flip off the bed and grabbed his things for the shower. It was early enough that he didn’t have to worry about on of the other guys using it, or really even being awake, so he left his pants in a heap on the floor and went to the bathroom. He waved to Roxy as he passed the kitchen.
She was so used to seeing him naked, she didn’t even look twice.
Ville groaned and sat up, knowing Bam was right and he needed to wake up if he was going to see him off. He tugged on a pair of pants and went to the kitchen, knowing there would be coffee if Bam was up. He poured himself a cup and sat down with Roxy, “Morning love. How was your night?”
“Not as good as yours.” She said, not looking up from the metro section.
Ville frowned, “We weren’t that loud.”
She tapped the side of her head, still not looking up, “I can hear your heartbeat remember?”
He paused. Most of the time, he forgot all about how different Roxy truly was. It was only times when he was reminded of her supernatural abilities that it really hit home, “I’m sorry.”
She shrugged and finally looked up, smiling at him, “It doesn’t bother me. That’s why I bought an iPod.”
He smiled back. She loved her iPod. Actually, she loved all technology. They had the most advanced stereo system in the free world back at their flat in Finland and she was always buying gadgets as soon as they came out.
She went back to reading the paper.
Bam ran by in his towel on his way to get dressed.
“Oops, showers free.” He ran to the bathroom and turned on the water. As usual, Bam had used up most of the hot and he was forced to take a barely lukewarm shower. As a result it only took him ten minutes.
Bam was trying to find his shoes when Ville entered the bedroom. He’d already pulled on some baggy black jeans and a CKY shirt. His butt was sticking in the air as she looked under the dresser.
Ville walked by and gave it a light smack, “What are you looking for?”
“My black Etnies.” He said, moving to look under the bed.
“They’re packed. What’s wrong with those?” he pointed to a pair of shoes sitting in the middle of the floor.
“I don’t want to wear the DVSes.” He whined.
“Whatever.” He pulled on a fresh pair of black jeans and a faded Elvis shirt, then sat down and put on the shoes Bam didn’t want to wear. He found his beanie and tugged it on, not bothering to put on eyeliner, “Ready?”
Bam hauled his suitcase strap over his shoulder, “Yep. Let’s get out of here.” He went into the hallway and bellowed, “Roxy!”
She ran into the hall, so fast Bam jumped ten feet in the air, “What? What’s the matter?” she held one sandal in her hand and her hair was only half up.
“Nothing.” He grabbed his heart, “We’re just ready to go. How’d you move so fast?”
She slipped her shoe on and fixed her hair, ignoring his question, “Was it really necessary to yell like the Germans were invading?”
Ville laughed. He thought it was hilarious when she made outdated references, or used old fashioned words, “Come on. We don’t want you to be late.” He hooked an arm around Bam’s neck and led them out the door.

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