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Bittersweet	By : TaimaMarie Category: Reality TV > Jackass Views: 2004 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Bam Margera, Ryan Dunn, Ville Valo, Raab, Dico, or any other celebrity mentioned. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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AN: Been a bit of a, shall we say, hiatus, hmm? Sorry, sorry, sorry! Anyway, I got this wicked little inspiration for this. I hope it's still good. I was surprised at how comfortably I slipped back into writing about Lenny and Bam. More to come, m'dears!

“You know you were totally wrong to give her that ring the way you did.” Ville stirred his coffee. Bam sighed and nodded.

“I was just hoping that she’d say yes.”

“She’s not like you, Bam. She never has been. Lenny needs to think things over before she jumps right into them.”

“Sometimes it bothers me. That she and I are so different.” Bam sipped at his own coffee. The rock star only raised an eyebrow.

“That’s why you love her. That’s why the two of you work so well. She balances you out, Bam.”

“I guess she does.” He smiled as he heard her walking down the stairs. Lenny came into the kitchen, smiling at the two men. She climbed the back of Ville’s chair and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, resting her cheek against his face.

“What are we doing tonight?” she demanded. Ville chuckled and held onto her wrists.

“You’re in a bossy mood tonight, aren’t you?”

“Better believe it!” her eyes gleamed. “Know what? I have an idea.”

Bam and Ville looked at each other warily. It was bad when her eyes glowed like this. It was bad when she looked so excited over something. With a kiss for each of the men, she hopped upstairs.

“She has an idea.” Bam mumbled. “I hate it when she has an idea. Nothing good ever happens when she has an idea!”

“I'm excited.” Ville confessed. “I never get to see her ideas come to life.”

**

Lenny remained upstairs the rest of the afternoon. They could hear her music on, the soft girly singers that Bam didn't much care for. She sang along softly. Ville parked himself outside the door with a sketchpad, listening to her moving around. Bam grabbed his DS and sat next to him.

He couldn't tamp down the nervous excitement in his chest. This was going to be delightful and horrible all at the same time. The late December sun had started to go down when the music snapped off and the more familiar sounds of The 69 Eyes came on.

“You can come in now.”

Oh God. Even her voice was different. Lenny had a few tones that Bam could pick out. There was the high, breathy, giggly one when she was excited. The soft, solemn one when they were being quiet together. There was her normal one that delved into sarcasm and laughter. There was screaming. And then there was this more dangerous one. It was thick and silky, like a purr.

“She sounds--,” Ville breathed.

“I know,” Bam fairly moaned, feeling himself grow hard in his pants.

The boys open the door and crept in. Lenny had been clearly been busy. She had made the bed with the seldom used black silk sheets, the feather pillows she normally banned saying they made her feel like she was suffocating. She had picked up all the dirty clothes and banned them to the bathroom.

There were lit candles, creating a soft glow around the room. Sticks of lavender incense were stuck here and there, their almost sickly scent filling the room. Perhaps even more alarming than the ties Lenny had attached to the bed was Lenny herself.

She was wearing a black leather skirt so short it was completely pointless. She was very clearly wearing a black lace thong, fish net stockings attached to a garter belt, knee length black boots, lace up black gloves, chains and collar around her neck, black lipstick, huge silver hoops, and a black corset. As a final touch, her black hair had been tied up into twin pig tails on either side of her head. Handlebars, Ville thought, swallowing tightly.

She was fucking hot.

She was terribly dangerous.

“Ville, come here.” she pointed to the space in front of her. He walked over to her. She snapped her fingers, and he went down on his knees.
“You said I'm bossy.”

“Yes,” where was she going with this?

“Well, maybe sometimes I NEED to be bossy. I spend all my time making you two happy. Tonight, we're doing things my way. Is that understood?” she glanced from the Finn at her feet to the skater leaning against the door. They both nodded.

You don't have to, her eyes said. You can back out, and I will not be angry. You can not do this, and I will understand.

Neither man gave any sign they would back away from her. Lenny smiled and draped on leg over Ville's shoulder. She buried her fingers in his hair before licking her lips.

“Eat me,” she demanded of the singer. He instantly obeyed, holding onto her free leg with his arm, pulling her thong aside and beginning to lap at her lips. She was dripping wet, and he was willing to bet she had been all day.
“Watch,” she pointed at Bam as he made a move to come and stand with the pair. He bit down on his lower lip as he watched her head fall back, her eyes close. He heard the tiniest gasp and knew that she was close.

“Helena,” so rarely did he call her by her birth name. It was enough to undo her, and she came with a low moan against Ville face. She untangled her limbs from his and straightened her panties as Ville remained on his knees.

“Ville, would you please tie our boy up?” her tone was no less dangers, and Bam shuddered. The Finnish man rose and bowed his head.

“Yes, Lovely Helena.” he grinned as he was rewarded with a kiss. She stood back, arms crossed as Ville led the American across the room and began to strip. He hesitated when the t-shirt was pulled over the curly brown hair.

“Kiss him, Ville. He's ours. He isn't only mine. You know that.”

They kissed roughly, eager to get out some of the tension flowing through their bodies. While their mouths were busy, Ville's hands made short work of the belt and zipper holding up Bam's jeans. They fell in a puddle at his feet, and he slipped out of his boxers, laying down on top of the cool sheets.

Lenny walked closer, kneeling next to the bed while Bam was tied spread eagle. She cocked her head to the side, her chin resting on her folded hands. Her man kept his gaze on her. What was she thinking? Normally she was so easy for him to read. Normally he knew just what she needed. But tonight, those gray eyes were nothing but smoke. He could not see through into her soul.

It was, again, terrifying and exciting.

“Problems, sweetheart?” she smirked.

“Helena?”

“Mmm?” her fingers were stroking his curls.

“I need you.”

“I know,” mock sympathy now. “So tragic, isn't it?”

She laughed as he moaned in despair. Ville sat on the edge of the bed, watching their banter. Lenny rose to her knees and leaned precariously across the bed, offering her lips for a kiss, giving Bam a glance of her breasts.

“You, my darling Ville, will sit here, with your hand on your dick and watch. You may not come before Bam comes who is not allowed to come before me. Are you both clear on this?”

“Yes,” the said in unison.

Lenny climbed onto her boyfriend and bent to give him a kiss. This isn't really me being mean, the kiss told him. I need this tonight. He understood. Of course she did. Sometimes, everybody needed to let out that secret part of themselves.

“So,” she sat up, squeezing his hips with her knees. “What can I do for you?”

“Fuck me!” he gasped out.

“Really? Hmm, I could arrange that.” she looked thoughtful. “But I need something from you.”

“What do you need from me? Whatever you need, Helena Elisabeth, just tell me and it's yours. Everything I have is yours.” He couldn't make himself shut the hell up. He couldn't stop talking. He needed it so badly.

“I need you to tell me that you love me.”

There was steady silence for a whole minute.

“I love you, Helena. I love you, and I can't—can't be anything without you.”

With that, she slipped off of him and undid her fishnets, peeling them down with the most painstaking perfection. Both Ville and Bam were panting. She pull down the waistband of her thong and left it on the floor before climbing back onto Bam. With one smoldering look into his eyes, she sank down on his erect penis.

“Oh GOD!” he cried out, his back arching. Lenny just laughed, low and amused. She rode him with all the talent and finesse of a porn star. Bam knew none of them were going to last very long, especially when her arms began to tremble.

His hands ached to reach out to her. He wanted to pull her closer, hold her tightly, whisper love into her ear as love poured inside of her. He glanced over at his lover, whose hand was going faster and faster on his member, green eyes pleading with him.

“Just a second, Ville,” he whispered. As if on cue, he felt Lenny tensing around him. She cried out, no name, no word, just a cry that said everything by saying absolutely nothing. Bam felt the world crashing down on him as he bowed upwards, spilling into her tight, hot body.

“You're so beautiful,” Ville gasped as he came against his hand.

Helena had collapsed on top of Bam, apparently exhausted. The Finn took pity on the skater and undid his bonds after wiping off his hands. Ville also bustled about the room, blowing out candles and putting out incense.

I will never be able to smell lavender the same, he thought to himself as he put the burnt out sticks in the garbage.

Bam, meanwhile, was undoing Lenny costume. She breathed easier when the corset came off, and he pulled off her boots. She stirred on the bed, but was hushed with a kiss. Ville carefully undid the bands from her hair while Bam found them all pajamas.

As usual, they fell into bed together, a boy on either side of the sleeping Helena. Their longer, masculine fingers tangled together as they kissed goodnight over her.

Yes, it was truly an event when Lenny got an idea.
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