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Eros vs Thanatos: Whoever wins... We lose	By : AnkhesenpaatenRa Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > HIM Views: 1899 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the HIM band or any personalities mentioned personally, and I do not profit from these writings.

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Ville felt himself a little bit better, when he reached his hotel. Just one extra cigarette and he could nearly be confused with the human being. Almost normal and alive. His eyes felt terribly sore and he knew he had to get at least a few hours of sleep if he intended to stay among the living any longer.
When he entered their room Mige was in the exactly same position Ville had left him yesterday – he was lying on his bed in his underwear and was looking through some magazine.
“Aw, and here he comes… Shit, man, just look at you,” Mige giggled. “Seppo will definitely ejaculate all over your sad, drunken face when he`ll see you.”
“He did… already… a moment ago…” said Ville in an unnaturally quiet and sad manner, making Mige howl with laughter clapping his hand on his bed.
“We’ve met downstairs, at the lobby, and he ejaculated the hell out of him.”
“Didn’t you say you like it before?” Mige could imagine what their manager had to voice to his singer who went on a spree and came back in such state, so he almost split his sides laughing.
“Oh, dear. I must have been lying to impress you,” Ville said sadly. “I will probably die any moment now, so could you please be kind enough to tell my mom I loved her. And my dad, tell him I loved him as well.”
Ville threw off his leather jacket and fell face forward on the free bed.
“And what about Jesse?”
“Too much credit for him.”
Jesse was his younger brother.
“Take off your shoes, idiot…”
“I can’t, I feel exhausted.”
“Why did you take off your jacket then, loosing your skill?” Mige asked him.
“I’ll get up and put it back on if that will make you shut up,” mumbled into his pillow.
“There-there,” said Mige serenely. Unlike Ville, he was sleeping the whole night peacefully, alone in the room, which made the quality and quantity of the sleep that much better. “I’ll leave you alone, go to sleep. Just one last question…”
“Ay?”
“So, you did fuck the boy, didn`t ya?” spoke Mige tenderly.
“Piss off.”
“Already done,” Mige agreed. “Is he of age at least?”
Ville moaned into the pillow, putting in the moan all fury and despair he had in him.
“I warned you,” said Mige. “I told you, when it comes to those young creatures who come up to you, telling you that they love you with all their heart, those tender, innocent souls, who have no idea yet what kind of morally depraved freak you are - you should always check the passport in advance, because otherwise their parents will come and cut your balls off.”
“He is” Ville said.
“Good night, darling,” Mige said, showing with his tone that now he had all the information he needed. “Are you coming for lunch?”
Ville didn’t answer his question, so Mige decided not to torture the lifeless body any longer.
***
On their way from the skate park to a pub, they were playing a game called ‘a car and a truck’ and they literally laughed their asses off. Bam was the first one to play the car, because Ville wanted to skate some more and Bam, remembering his previous glorious effort agreed only under the condition that he will hold Ville by the hand. Ville tried to avoid it at first, but gave up soon enough. He grabbed Bam by the collar with his both hands and said:
“You drag me now, then!”
On the second part of their journey to the pub, they have exchanged the positions so now Ville was the one dragging Bam along with him. The have discussed a number of important questions on their way, including all the last albums of their favorite bands. Bam was so thrilled to tell him about the show he was filming, that after some time he got carried away a bit and began speaking too fast, so Ville could understand only half of what he said. He was laughing politely nevertheless, sometimes he did it in the right spots even. Bam didn’t mind when he laughed at the wrong time, though.
They seemed to have a lot in common. Bam had an elder brother, Ville had a younger one, and both of them had good relationships with their parents. Bam told him about April, Phil and Don Vito.
“When I earn a lot of money the first thing I’ll do is I’ll buy them a big fucking house!” said Bam.
“O-o-oh,” drawled Ville. It turned out a bit too sarcastic and probably because of that Bam jumped aside looking all embarrassed. He tried to find himself an excuse:
“It’s not that I’m a sucker or something…”
“I didn’t…”
“Mommy’s little boy…”
“I didn’t…”
“Yes, I do have very good relationships with April because she is…
“Shhh,” Ville stretched out his hand to Bam and tousled his silky, curly hair. “It’s alright, baby. I am not laughing at you at all.”

Bam stopped where he was, happily giving in to the caressing hand, looking naïve and open like a puppy. His face was expressing the deepest, overwhelming pleasure. He even closed his eyes. Ville has barely restrained himself from smooching Bam right into his open, childish face that was glowing with joy. He wasn’t even completely sure whether it was a sexual or purely sentimental yearning.
“Mmmm…” Bam whispered ecstatically. “I didn’t know I had an erogenous zone over there… And also I didn’t know I like the word ‘baby’.”
“Oh Lord,” Ville laughed shortly and snatched his hand away. He did understand that Bam was kidding, but the whole situation suddenly seemed confusing, so he hurried to break the contact. And also, they have almost reached their destination.
“Oh wait, I did know that,” Bam corrected himself. “I tried jerking off to your songs a couple of times.”
“Any success?” Ville asked him compassionately.
“You bet!” Bam answered him proudly.
“Oh, thank God, now I know all my life was not in vain,” Ville said, spitefully closing the door right in front of Bam’s face.
After a couple of beers Bam decided it was time to move on to more intimate topics, so he started talking about his girlfriend.
“We’ve been friends since we were 12, and we’re still together, her name is Missy…”
“Yeah, I also had a tendency of falling in love with my best friends in school,” Ville carefully worded his phrase, hiding his face behind a glass of beer.
“A-a-and?” Bam’s eyes lit up. Did he get the double meaning behind his phrase? Ville shrugged indifferently.
“I suppose I wasn’t too successful at exciting the curiosity of the object in question.”
“You’re shitting me!” Bam exclaimed indignantly.
“I never lie,” Ville said. “In fact it is a very sad and deeply hurtful subject for me.”
“No way! I will never believe there’s even a possibility of someone not falling in love with you…” Bam barked, laughing aloud, without even a hint of hesitation... his face was shining from inside… “Damn, I’m really trying to imagine this right now…”
Bam seated in front of him, shining like a sun. The worst thing was – Bam didn’t just shine, he was radiating tons of light and warmth. They have just met, they barely knew each other, but Ville already felt like sharing with him some things he was shy to admit even to himself. It wasn’t an ordinary situation, he was used to treating strangers with suspicion, and for that reason he found the way he felt pretty frightening. It was quite a peculiar kind of fear though. It was tickling his nerves like a fresh, gentle breeze and for some reason it only made him want to intensify the feeling.
“So you mean… you, being… well… being you… are walking up to someone… all like… ‘I love you’ and all that shit… and that someone goes ‘Get lost’… Is it? That’s how it was?
“Well, roughly put… Yes, quite so,” Ville agreed. The guy had a strange appearance. Despite the apparent softness and tenderness of his face, his steely-grey eyes were alarming. Indeed, he was diligently rounding them up to achieve a naïve look of a home pet, but that was a trick Ville himself knew oh-so-well. He noticed that the guy’s eyes froze from time to time, starring at him shamelessly, as if scanning him from the inside.
The same went to the guy’s smile: it was a bit too professional and beautiful for such a simple guy he wanted to play. It was the smile of a man, who was completely positive about his inevitable triumph. Ville couldn’t get rid of this though, once it infiltrated his brain. Yesterday after the concert he was far too muffed up and tired to notice any of these details, besides, he didn’t think they will meet each other ever again. Ville found himself extremely attracted to the openness and simplicity of the guy. He liked Bam’s inner freedom and was fascinated by the way Bam effortlessly and easily took him out of his cocoon, making him ruin his work schedule just because he, Bam, wanted so. On the other hand, looking at Bam now, he didn’t see a naïve, spoilt American boy any more, he saw a pretty self-assured and determined man in front of him. He pensively leaned on the table and rubbed his lower lip, submerged in his thoughts. For that reason, he must have missed something of what Bam said.
“Pardon?” he asked, suddenly realizing the silence at their table dragged for too long. He felt conscious that he might look too confused, so he pretentiously pulled out a cigarette out of his pack of “Marlboro” and took a draw. All this time Bam was sustaining a pause, carefully watching all his moves, he didn’t speak until Ville allowed their eyes to meet.
“I said it must have been some fucking young chick,” Bam repeated. “Any guy would have run after you with a gun after that, asking for more…”
“Haha,” Ville said. “I don’t think we know each other well enough to go into details…”
There is a moment on every date when you suddenly begin to feel that going back to your own comfy bed and performing an act of love with yourself would be a much more relaxing, pleasant and safe way to end the evening rather then continuing the above mentioned date. This was the moment for Ville. Unfortunately for him and luckily for Bam, Ville’s warm, comfy bed was rather far away.
“Hello… I’m Brandon,” Bam whispered intimately, bending over the table and leaning his face closer to Ville’s. He was smiling. He was smiling gorgeously, like the goddamn Cheshire Cat. “Brandon Cole Margera, West Chester, Pennsylvania, nice to meet you. I’m still not allowed to buy myself booze in the US, so Rule, Britannia!
“Britannia rule the waves!” Ville said clinking his glass of lager against Bam’s.
Bam’s lips were much closer to him now, and all of a sudden, Ville couldn’t care anymore how it will end. He chuckled at the sudden feeling of recklessness born inside of him, put his glass back on the table and rubbed his lower lip thoughtfully with his pointer finger, gazing at Bam intently. Bam dropped his eyes and recoiled, exhaling loudly. He got flustered. He felt confused under his gaze. Ha.
“Should I… I could go get us some more beer from the bar…” Bam offered hopping up from the bench to hide his confusion.
“Sure, why not,” Ville said staring unblinkingly at the place where Bam seated a moment ago and smiling with the corners of his lips. “As you’re in an erected position anyway…”
“Ha-ha-ha!” Bam laughed, on his way to the bar. “Erected position,” he repeated. “Ha-ha-ha-ha!”
Ville rubbed his face with his palms to hide a smile. The feeling that was arising inside of him was very strange. He didn’t necessary feel completely ecstatic about every phrase Bam said, but the idea of leaving and jerking off in his own bed didn’t seem so appealing to him anymore. The situation was out of the ordinary, and the person was interesting enough to get him curious.
“Here you go,” Bam said somewhere from behind, coming back to the table with two pints of ale five minutes later. He leaned on Ville’s back and put the glasses on the table on the both sides from Ville.
“Thank you, sweetie,” Ville said using all seductive power of his voice.
“Mmmm,” Bam moaned into his ear.
Ville felt like a freaking fifteen-year-old boy… He felt warmth of Bam’s body and the smell of his skin, his breath, the smell of his perfume and the smell of a washing powder coming from his clothes. It was all mixed in one unique scent that was fusing him, making him bow his head and expose his neck. Bam’s hands were lying on top of him and his breath was touching Ville’s ear.
“By the wa-a-ay,” Bam said taking a seat near Ville. Ville didn’t move aside on the bench, but he didn’t move closer to him either, he was smoking with his legs crossed. “Can you show me yours?..” Bam whispered hotly into his ear.
“Mmmm?” Ville frowned at him out of surprise.
“Well… you know…”
“Show you mine what?”
“Your… your thing…”
“Huh?!”
“The one you have down there…”
“Oh God, Bam, this is the way I was hooking up with girls in the first grade…”
“…Which is probably the reason you still don’t have a girlfriend,” Bam retorted him tenderly, pouting his lips and rounding up his eyes even more.
“Idiot,” Ville giggled. Bam giggled in response. In a very nasty, triumphant kind of way. Oh really? Alright then, we’ll see who laughs the last.
“Show me your tattoo…” Bam beamed at him as if nothing happened.
“This one?” Ville turned to him his hand with a cigarette, showing him his wrist with a little heart that was looking out playfully from under the sleeve of his jacket. Of course, he knew it wasn’t the one Bam wanted to see.
“No,” Bam said innocently and carelessly. “The one above your wiener.”
He was seating on the bench next to Ville, half turned in his direction and was enjoying the feeling of complete impunity.
“Alright,” Ville quickly got up on his feet, turned towards Bam, put his knee on the bench, jerked his shirt up and shoved all that almost into Bam’s face.
Against his expectations, the closeness of his intimate parts didn’t confuse Bam, he didn’t draw back. He stayed where he was, but there suddenly was a fierce, predatory expression on his cute, round face and his angelic blue eyes darkened dangerously, as if someone spilled ink into them. Ville could enjoy the view as Bam lifted his glance and looked him right in the eyes. He was smiling. He was looking at the bottom of Ville’s stomach, or better said at the top of his pubic and was breathing hotly into his belly, causing pretty obvious sensual reactions in Ville. He didn’t move backward or forward, clearly playing the game ‘who backs up first’. Ville understood that odds were not on his side, especially considering the fact that he was pretty obviously and inevitably getting a hard on. He clenched the cigarette in his teeth and looked away in the direction of the rows of bottles behind the bar, carefully examining the passersby and trying to find some distraction. It would be such a fail if his dick knocked Bam on the chin right now, he didn’t want to give up that easily. But he couldn’t step back either. Fucking hell!
“I want to see all of it. Down there as well,” Bam ordered. Oh, how he said it! Ville gritted his teeth and set his jaw, because Bam’s peremptory tone stung him. He could physically feel the adrenalin rush through his body. The tone was calm, gentle and reassured, it didn’t even presume the possibility of refusal. Bam was throwing him a challenge: Can you do this? Ville had no other option. He clenched his teeth and pulled down the belt of his pants with his thumbs as low as he could, to the base of his cock. It turned out to be a good maneuver as well, as it helped him to hide his boner.
“Wow,” said Bam cheerfully. “I didn’t know you were dyeing your hair.”
“The hell?!” Ville asked bewildered, the cigarette almost fell out of his mouth.
“Your hair, it’s lighter on your pubic, and under your navel,” Bam explained himself.
“You were going to look at the tattoo, not my pubic hair,” Ville said darkly, realizing Bam’s remark didn’t go unnoticed for his erection.
“Should I disappoint you, or you’re a big boy and will understand everything by yourself?” Bam asked him surprisingly sharply.
“Cunt,” Ville uttered through his gritted teeth.
Bam didn’t give him a chance to collect himself, he grabbed Ville by the belt, dragging his pants even lower and kissed him firmly right into the center of the tattooed heartagram. Stars flashed before Ville’s eyes, lots of black and red gothic stars, he lost his breath. The wet coolness of the guy’s lips on the tender skin under his navel scorched its way throughout his body. From that moment on - the joke wasn’t a joke for him anymore.
Ville snatched out of Bam’s hands and stormed in the direction of the restroom making a lap of honor around their table, adjusting his pants and making the people around him dash aside. The idea of finishing the evening without Bam has reached the point of no return. He was turned on, he liked how outspoken and impudent the guy was, moreover, he liked the tenderness of his lips and his fingers that he felt at the fleeting touch. When he came back to the table Bam’s face was a bit alert. Ville grabbed his glass from the table, took a big gulp to cover his face and hurled harshly:
“Move.”
Bam didn’t move, so Ville had to push him in with his thigh landing on a bench next to him. Bam didn’t move an inch further then Ville has pushed him in, he didn’t try to break their bodily contact. Moreover, he leaned his head on Ville’s shoulder.
Ville was drinking his beer quietly, tightly gripping his glass.
“I kissed the star on the star!” Bam said proudly.
Ville was drinking quietly.
“Or was it a heart?”
Ville kept drinking quietly.
“Willah Wallah… what does your tattoo stand for?”
“An ass,” Ville told him kindly.
“I kissed the star on the a…”
“Shut up.”
“Fine,” Bam agreed. “But you are the one who started it.”
“As you wish,” Ville agreed.
“In fact, it doesn’t even matter who is the first one to start,” Bam took away from Ville a cigarette that he lit up just a moment ago and took a whiff, suddenly falling into a philosophical mood. “What matters is who comes first. Of course, it would be perfect to come together, but it doesn’t always happen that way you know… I think with some time and practice we’ll manage to overcome that problem though… What do you think, Willah Wallah?
“I think I want to die right now,” Ville said lighting up a new cigarette and taking a draw. “What the hell am I doing here?”
“A blow job for me,” Bam said charmingly.
“WHAT?” For the first time since his very childhood, Ville Valo choked on a cigarette smoke.
“That’s what I want,” Bam said innocently. “A blow job. Don’t you want it as well?
Just around that time, Ville made a fatal mistake: he underestimated Bam’s capabilities. Of course, it could be blamed on the amount of alcohol both of them have consumed by the time, but he obviously has lost control over the situation, because he didn’t grow even slightly wary when Bam whispered temptingly into his ear:
“Mmm… Willa… You don’t know what you’re missing out on… Do you… Do you want me to kiss you on your dick? Right here, in front of everyone?
Ville had yet to find out what that specific relaxed and euphoric tone of Bam’s meant. At that time he didn’t know that this tone forebode a planetary disaster on a local scale. He was still under impression that Bam is simply challenging him.
“Go ahead!” he said gloomily. He expected them both to laugh and nothing more, so he was completely unprepared when Bam dashed forward like a hunting vulture, swiftly and deftly hurling down on the bench with his face appearing right over Ville’s crotch. He pressed his lips into Ville’s tummy, as low as the pants allowed him, shamelessly sucking in the sensitive skin and trying to unzip Ville’s pants. Ville tried to push him away with a howl:
“It’s not even hard!” he warned Bam sternly.
But Bam grasped him in earnest. At the very same second Ville said that, he slyly and assuredly slipped his palm to his right hip and squeezed Ville’s erected cock, making him unwillingly spread his legs, throw back his head and let out a constrained moan.
“Li-i-iar,” Bam delivered his verdict . “You are all wet, kitty.”
Ville lost his breath at the variety of emotions he experienced at the moment, so he couldn’t come up with a comeback in time. A waiter who came to collect empty glasses from their table suddenly broke their intimate privacy. He was looking at their fuss with a skeptical look on his face, so Ville raised his hand and waved at him:
“Everything’s alright! This is my twin cousin, he is retarded!”
“Ye-ye!” Bam said taking his glance away from Ville’s crotch and diligently skewing his eyes to the bridge of his nose. “He has a picture there, look!” he drooled just as diligently, making his saliva drip from the corner of his mouth right on the above-mentioned picture.
Ville couldn’t take the beauty of the view any more, he howled with laughter like a hyena, throwing back his head. It was all going a bit too far. It wasn’t only for the saliva that was running down his pants or his skew-eyed twin cousin, who kept squeezing his dick tightly, it was also for the fact that a group of skinhead-looking guys started to show some interest towards them. Getting beaten up by a group of strangers wasn’t the activity Ville had planned for this particular evening, of which he informed Bam. Bam agreed with him and unwillingly dismounted Ville’s knees. The waiter hurried to leave them alone.
It was dark outside when they got out of the pub. They felt as if they have spent in the pub an hour at the very most, but all of a sudden, it was evening already. The hotel was quite nearby so they decided to walk there instead of taking a cab. The fresh air was intoxicating and the light of London’s lanterns was adding to their journey a certain fleur of romance.
They walked in silence for some time.
“Give me your hand,” Bam gave up first.
“No.”
“Give me your hand.”
“Stop being so gay, Bam.”
“Alright, I’ll take it by myself.”
Ville didn’t say anything. It was hard to explain even to himself why holding Bam with his both hands earlier today wasn’t gay and now it suddenly was. In fact, he didn’t have to explain that to himself, he knew the answer, he was hoping that Bam had the smarts not to ask him that question. He didn’t have a slightest desire to show the guy the tumult he caused in him playfully, in a snap of his fingers. It was one of those cases when he was afraid to look ridiculous in someone’s eyes.
“Mmm…” Bam was walking next to him holding Ville by the hand. Actually, he was holding his forearm with his both hands, his skateboard was squeezed under his armpit, so he was in fact hopping alongside Ville sideways not paying a slightest attention to the people passing them. “Haha, I like it, it’s cool,” Bam giggled. “It’s like you’re my chick… HEY!” Bam abruptly raised his voice. “LOOK EVERYONE! LOOK AND ENVY ME!!! THIS BABE IS MINE!!!
“Bam, are you fucked in the head?” Ville groaned.
“No, I’m not fucked… yet.”
“I’ll hit you,” Ville hissed.
“She is hot,” thank God, the American brat must have heeded to the warning, because he lowered his voice. “She can’t wait to hit it,” he finished his thought when his forehead met Ville’s fist. Ville didn’t punch him too hard, but hard enough to convince.
“I suppose, I might have allowed myself some statements that could be considered rude or even inappropriate?” Bam inquired politely.
“Indeed, sir,” Ville agreed just as politely. He didn’t take his fist away from Bam’s forehead. And so they walked: with Bam hopping sideways and with Ville’s fist pressed to his head.
“Please Sir, don’t beat me, it’s wrong on a pedagogical level!” Bam whined in a dramatically tearful voice of a juvenile offender.
“Little twat,” Ville said through his teeth and returned his hand to his pocket.
The moment Bam realized the physical treat was over, he quickly got all of his courage back:
“You know, it’s alright. Love comes with habit. Marry first, and love will come follow, as they say,” he returned to his worldly-wise style of speech.
“Huh?”
“It wasn’t a love at first sight for me either,” Bam said seriously. “I found some of your features quite repelling at first, but then, after some time I gradually managed to convince myself to give you a chance…”
“YOU WHAT?!” Ville stopped, glaring at him with his arms akimbo.
Bam jumped aside just in case.
“Ha-ha,” said Bam. “Ha-ha-ha. Ha-ha-ha-ha. Oh bummer. It was a joke. Ville, it was a joke, I got you!!! HAAAA!!! Oh man, this is damn funny…”
“You’re fucking dead,” Ville whispered, but Bam heard him as clearly as never before.
He instantly darted forward down the street.
Ville shoot off after him like a rocket almost overtaking him in two strides of his long legs, but Bam’s skill in sports saved him. In the last moment he slyly slipped out of Ville’s hands wining the vital seconds while the opponent was trying to recover from the skid.
He expanded the lead even further by crossing the street at the red light right in front of the passing car. He put his hands on its bonnet and vaulted over it. The driver hit the brakes, honking and shouting something non-PC at him.
“VIVA LA BAM!!! THIS IS FUCKING PARKOUR!” Bam shouted at the top of his lungs in response.
“Karma is gonna get you!” putting his hands to his mouth Ville spoke in a deep voice from the other side of the street. He might have lost the battle, but not the war.
Just as predicted, Karma got Bam. It caught him in the hall of the hotel, putting its leg between the closing doors of an elevator. After a short fight with the machine, it opened the doors with its elegant yet strong shoulders, pushed Bam into the corner of the cabin and hang upon him, inexorable like doom. The skateboard fell out of Bam’s hands with a wallop. The guys stood in front of each other breathing heavily, none of them could tell exactly why they were so out of breath. Was it for the fact that he realized he has no getaway or maybe the urge was triggered by their physical activity and adrenaline in his blood, but Bam whispered desperately in an appallingly serious tone:
“I can’t… I can’t bear it any longer… I want you so fucking bad…”
At once Ville lost his ability to analyze. He could only see Bam’s sensitive mouth in front of him. Vague ‘I want you’ sounded somewhere in the back of his mind, muffled up by the deafening beating of his heart. He covered Bam’s slightly parted lips with his mouth before he could realize what he was doing. The gentle touch of the guy’s soft, warm lips striving eagerly to answer the kiss burned a white-hot line from his brain to his stiff cock, making every touch on his lips feel like he was caressed down there.
This sudden intimate triumph of blazing sensuality ended just as epically as it has started. Bam moaned seizing Ville by his jacket, trying to tighten their embrace, and moved sideways to get out of the corner when his foot landed on the skateboard and slid to the side. He hit his head on the wall of the elevator and unintentionally but somehow very skillfully knocked Ville down and dragged him to the floor along with him. They plonked on the floor with Bam kindly softening the fall for Ville with his own body.
The doors of the elevator opened silently and as the grand finale of the severe male foreplay, to the eyes of the Japanese tourists who have been waiting for the elevator and now were looking in astonishment at the pig-pile in front of them, appeared the goddamn skateboard.
Crying with laughter and giggling hysterically Bam creeped out from under Ville, who was trying to get back on his feet slowly and unsurely. Bam left the elevator in a creative way: on his all fours, peeking sideways at the genuinely stunned faces of the Asian tourists. On his way out, he shared with them everything he has learned about Japan from watching hentai and playing stupid computer games with his brother:
“Err.. Gomen nasai… Sayonara!… Kawaii… Harakiri!…” he giggled. “Pokemon! I KILLED MY POKEMON! I DIDN’T FEED HIM, AND HE SHAT HIMSELF TO DEATH ON THE THIRD DAY! HE DIED! HE DIED IN HIS OWN SHIT! By the way, could you please tell me, how could he shit so much if I didn’t feed him?”
Basically, this was all Brandon wanted to know about Japan.
Ville bowed mannerly with his hands clasped to his chest and solemnly welcomed the tourists:
“Greetings, and Welcome to the Glorious Lands of Great Britain, oh Earthlings! Dear Ladies and Gentlemen, Sirs and Madams, Herren and Frauen, I wish you a pleasant stay in this beautiful cunt....oh, please excuse my Scandinavian accent,...co-u-ntry! Try to avoid hard drinking, do not repeat my mistakes. Hail Black Sabbath, and by the way, be sure to visit Birmingham! Kiss the ground there! For this is the Holy Ground! It’s the Mecca! Commit adultery as often as possible! Err… and yeah, yeah, oh, yeah,… Worship Satan!”
Ville finished his speech and walked away solemnly, rocking defiantly and then impressively dropping dead on the floor his face forward. Half of the tourists already entered the elevator and another half rushed to offer him some help. However, Bam was faster, he run up to Ville and frightened the civilized nation with his heartrending howl:
“GO AWAY! HE IS MINE! MI-I-INE!” he grabbed Ville by his leg and tried to drag him along the floor. He tried to. Ville was sewing the air with his hands, clinging to the carpet and the nearby jambs with his nails and wailing emphatically:
“Obey Ozzy Osbourne! Prepare the Cakes of Light! Collect fresh blood every month! The best blood is of the moon! Mix it with the sacred oil of Abramelin and olive, add meal, honey, leavings of red wine lees and witness the conceiving of the new life! Every moon! Magic! Alchemy! Perform the ritual of anus! Honor Aleister Crowley as thy… mother!”
“Holy fuck, dude, you’re Psycho!” Bam said admiringly scratching the back of his head.
The elevator doors closed silently taking the audience away, and the guys instantly grew bored of the show.
“I am,” Ville said rolling on his back and sprawling lazily on the floor. “I probably went a bit screw loose with the anus thing, but I couldn’t help myself, the word is so nasty. I’m desperately in love with it.”
“Oh, I can feel your pain, baby,” Bam said in an extremely focused tone.
“Hey you, give me an Errrotic massage,” Ville ordered licking his lips and pointing at Bam. He rose on his elbows and started undoing his own shirt.
“Holy crap!” approved his maneuver and took off his t-shirt in a single swift movement, tossing it somewhere in the corner of the corridor. He forgot about the t-shirt instantly and he would remember where he left it only the next morning, when he comes looking for it, because it is the only one he had that was somewhat clean. In fact, they didn’t even drink that much, it was something different that intoxicated their brains, making them go completely nuts.
But the night was still young, so Bam stood over Ville, who was lying on the floor fully dressed, but half-naked, considering the situation. His nipples reddened insolently on his pale skin, same as his lips, which he kept licking reflexively, his obscene tattoo darkened mockingly near the waist of his pants like freaking pussy hair. Bam himself looked far from appropriate, half-naked in his low waist jeans, with his underwear sticking out for everyone to see, he was lasciviously stroking his dick and his balls through the thick fabric of his pants right above the guy laying on the floor, so he could see everything in details. After that, Bam apparently decided to do a parody of a bad stripper, so he licked his fingers and demonstratively circled his nipple. He wasn’t sure what exactly he intended to achieve by this gesture: to turn on Ville or to make him laugh. Probably the latter as they were in the corridor still. However, his vis-à-vis didn’t understand his humor. He mirrored his gesture and Bam couldn’t find humor in it, no matter how hard he tried. He fell on his knees settling himself on Ville’s chest and did something he had never thought he would dare to do. He put his fingers to Ville’s mouth, tracing the line of his lips, enjoying the fact that he was allowed to do so. Ville parted his lips under the gentle touch, because he was already far too turned on to control his impulses. He sucked in the tip of Bam’s middle finger, covering it with short yet sensual kisses, then the tip of his ring finger, and after that, he sucked in both of those fingers, a lot more durably and carefully. Bam swore under his breath and stuck his fingers into Ville’s mouth as deep as he could.
Ville moaned and arched his back under the invasion of his fingers, taking him inside and throwing his head back. Bam only saw his Adam’s apple twitch, and jerked away his hand crawling aside with a constrained:
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH…”
It was much more than he could handle right now. He bend over Ville, rubbing against his stomach with his whole body and sliding up gently, skin on skin. Then he slid down again, slowly drawing a diagonal line with his lips, kissing the gentle skin on the sides of Ville’s body and moving back up. From his pubic to his long neck, licking it up with a vigorous passion of a starving dog. They both liked the feeling of the wet skin that burned between them. Bam continued his peculiar erotic massage by sliding down and back up on Ville’s body. This time Ville grabbed him by his ass and pressed his crotch against Bam’s, because he needed that right now. Bam had to break their contact even though he wished he didn’t have to, but he realized he will cum right into his pants if he doesn’t, of which he informed Ville downright.
It was like thirst.
Physical thirst.
Both of them were desperately turned on by their show, even though some parts of their bodies were more than ready for some other kind of action. A perverted pleasure of perverting of the pleasure seized their minds throughout and completely on the carpet in a hotel corridor.
The doors of the elevator suddenly opened again, catching half-naked Bam, who glared at the people in the elevator, standing in a doggy position over Ville who was laying on the floor under him in languor.
“What, those Japanese are back?” Ville asked him in despair.
“Nah,” Bam soothed him . “Get the hell out of here, can’t you see what we’re doing here?” he asked the couple that came out of the elevator. The couple rushed towards the side corridor.
For a couple of minutes Bam stood quietly in the same position, while Ville was entertaining himself by trying to catch with his mouth a pendant that Bam had on his neck and which was dangling near Ville’s face, considering Bam’s position.
Bam looked down and rocked a couple of times to increase the amplitude of pendant’s movement, respecting the partner’s activity. After that, he leaned forward and put the pendant into his mouth so Ville’s efforts would pay off.
“We could go to my room,” the thought suddenly dawned on Bam.
Ville wistfully spit out his pendant in agreement.
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