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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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~*~The spell check on my comp is all muffed, so i appologize for any errors. thanks Julesia. you're a sweetheart! it's nice to know some one likes it! let me know if you like it please?~*~md

“Have you seen this!?!” Roxy ran in the house waving a tabliod paper. She tossed the gorceries on the kitchen counter.
Ville looked up from the table, where he was reading a book of Ukrainian folklore, “What’s the matter Roxy?”
She slapped the paper down on top of his book, “This!”
Their wresting match was in vivid color on one of the pages. The larget picture was of her sitting on him with her skirt hiked up around her knees. The headline was “Destructive Love.”
Ville laughed, “Wow, your hair looks terrible.”
“It does not.” She shok her head, “And that’s not the point. Ville, they’re in the yard now?”
“Apparently.” He hit his cigarette and scanned the article, “Hmm, wedding’s off.” He looked up at her and grinned, “Sorry love. Looks like I wont be making an honest woman of you.”
Roxy sighed and went to the kitchen to put the food away before it spoiled, “I’m glad you can laugh about it. What will Bam think?”
As if summoned, Ville’s phone began to ring, “Let’s find out.” He flipped open the phone, “Hello darling. Yes, saw that did you? Roxy’s having a fit about it. He laughed at something Bam said and turned to Roxy, “Bam said your hair looks awful.”
Roxy flipped him off and put the lettuce in the fridge.
“Roxy says ‘Hi.’” Ville giggled again, “I miss you. When are you coming home? Not soon enough. I want you back now. Alright. I’ll talk to you later. I love you.” He hung up and crushed out his cigarette in the overflowing ashtray, “Bam said hello and he’s bringing beck some of those cookies his mother makes that you love.”
“The macadamia ones?” she asked hopefully.
“Yes, the macadamia ones.” He stood and went to poke in the bags, “Are you cooking tonight?”
She swatted his hand away, “Yes I’m cooking tonight. Migé and Linde are coming over for supper and I’m making chicken.”
“No one said anything to me.” He pouted.
“I just did.” She finished putting the food away and started to fold the bags, “They were at the newsstand, laughing about that rag, and I asked them to dinner.”
“Oh, alright then.” He sat back down to read his book.

“Ville!” Migé burst in the door and hugged Ville hard, “We haven’t seen you in ages!”
“For a second I thought you were kidnapped again.” Linde said, half joking.
“So,” Migé strolled in and sat down on the couch, proping his boots on the table, “I hear the wedding’s cancelled.” He only laughed when Roxy threw a book at him.
“Come now Migé, Roxy’s a little upset about it.” Ville put his arm around her shoulders, “This is the third time it’s been cancelled.”
Roxy pushed him off her and scowled, “If you’re all quite finished, I have something in the oven.” She stalked back to the kitchen and started banging things around.
“Why’s she so pissed?” Linde asked, kicking Migé’s feet off the table, “Barbarian.” He muttered.
Ville shrugged and lit a cigarette, “She’s mad that they were in the yard to take those pictures.”
“I would be too. That’s fucking sick.” Migé shook his head.
Linde winced as something heavy crashed in the kitchen, “I’m going to go see if Roxy needs any help.”
“So are you going to come out tomorrow? A bunch of us are going drinking. I called, but I don’t think you answered.”
“Sure I’ll come out. I’ve just been a little depressed lately.”
“Yeah, I know. Laying in bed, pining away for your lover, who’s comeing back in a week.” Migé rolled his eyes, “Sometimes I think you’re a girl after all.”
Ville shrugged and looked up suddenly, realizing he hadn’t heard any noise from the kitchen in a while, “Did she kill him?”
Both men hopped up and ran to the kitchen. Ville stopped so quickly that Migé ran into him.
“What-” he didn’t get a chance to finish as Ville burst out laughing. He pushed around him and saw why. Linde and Roxy were kissing as the sauce boiled over.
They sprang apart and Roxy went to save the sauce, “Creeps!” she yelled.
“We were worried! I thought you’d brained Linde with a pot!” Ville could not stop laughing.
“What the fuck is so funny?” Linde asked blushing furiously.
“Nothing.” Ville assumed a sober expression, “There’s absolutely nothing funny at all.” He lost it and started to laugh again.
“And how long has this been going on?” Migé asked, rocking back on his heels.
“None of your business.” Linde said and turned to mix the salad.
Roxy glared at them and kicked Ville in the shins, gently, “Will you just go set the table, dick.” She turned on Migé, who had let out a fresh peal of laughter, “And why don’t you just go jump off a brige?” she shoved him out of the kitchen, shaking her head.
They sat around the table to Mozzarella Chicken, a light salad and fresh garlic bread. Roxy didn’t cook much, but when she did, it was fantastic. Jean Claude had sent her to some of the best cullenary schools in Europe and she fully had the capabilities of running a four star restraunt. It was a real shame she disliked cooking so very much.
“Why don’t you cook more often?” Ville asked around a mouthful.
“Why don’t you?” she retorted, still mad at him for laughing.
“Because I’m a man. Oww.” He said as Roxy kicked him under the table.
“So when’s Bam getting home?” Migé asked, sipping his wine.
“Not for another week.” Ville sighed dramatically.
“You’d think he was never coming home with the way he’s been carrying on.” Roxy rolled her eyes.
“Our Ville just has a dramatic personality.” Linde said teasingly.
“I do not!” Ville said, thoroughly offended.
“Ok.” Roxy said rolling her eyes.
“Hmph.” Ville pouted.
“So,” Migé said, trying to bring some piece to the table, “I’m getting a new bass.”
Everyone was willing to turn to more comfotable subjects and the meal continued pleasantly.
When the men were ready to leave, Roxy and Ville walked them to the door.
“Good night mates.” Ville hugged Migé and Linde.
“Good night.” Migé punched him in the shoulder, “Come over sometime and I’ll show you the bass.”
“Good night.” Linde said to Roxy, and blushing he kissed her lightly.
She snorted, “What’s the point now hon?” and she kissed him soundly.
Migé and Ville snickered, but wisely said nothing as Linde was released with a rather dazed expression.
“So, see you then.” He went out trailing Migé, who was now bombarding him with questions.
Ville shut the door and folded his arms in front of him, leaing back, “Alright Roxanne, you have a story to tell.”
She shook her head, “What’s to tell?”
“For starter’s: when the hell did that happen?”
“Um, when we got back. you didn’t feel like going out and the guys called me instead. You know. One thing leads and all that.”
“What happened to his girlfirend?”
“Well that’s why we went out drinking. They split.” She picked at some imaginary lint on her shirt, “Are you upset?”
His jaw dropped, “No. Why would I be?”
“I don’t know. I’m not exactly the girl next door.” She changed to scratching at her nail polish.
“Are you planning on telling him about that?”
She looked up, startled, “Good Christ no! I like him, but that’s not something you tell someone like, ‘I have herpes.’” She glared at him when he snorted a laugh, “Laugh all you want, but it’s not exactly within the real of normal. Not even the same plane.”
“Well that’s your choice. I hope things work out.” He put an arm around her shoulders, “I never would have thought…” he trailed off.
A musical tone burst through Ville’s pocket, signaling a call from Bam. Ville grabbed for his phone and answered it excitedly, “Hello my love.”
Roxy shook her head and walked off to clean up after the meal.
“Hello hon. I was reading the article about your fight with Roxy.” Bam asked and Ville could hear him rustling a paper.
“I found it quite funny. Roxy didn’t.” he gasped, “Her and Linde are seeing each other!”
“Really? I never pictured her with anyone. Good for them.” His voice changed, got low and husky, “You look incredibly sexy in this picture. All I could think of all day was how much I can’t wait to come home so I can run my hands all over your body.”
Ville shivered at the thought and quickly ran to his room, “Yeah? What else?”
“I’d kiss you, bitting your neck, then moving down to suck on your nipple. I’d trace the ‘S’ with my tongue and slide my hand down until I could feel your cock.” Ville let out a breath, undoing his pants to expose his erection, “And I would stroke it gently, kissing my way down your chest till I could take it in my mouth and suck you.”
Ville moaned a little stroking himself, imagining Bam’s silky mouth closed over his dick, the bristles of his beard, tickling his thighs, “Then my love?”
“I wold bring your legs up so I could see your gorgeous ass and I would slide my cock inside you, all the way so you could feel every inch of me.” Bam’s own voice was thick and breathy.
Ville knew his lover was also touching himsel and it nearly pushed him over the edge, “Would you fuck me hard?” he increased the pace of his hand.
“Yeah. I’d fuck you so hard, and I’d have one hand stroking your cock, because I want you to come with me. I want to hear you moan my name when you come.” He was panting.
Ville did moan, “Oh Bam.” As he came.
“Ville!” Bam groaned as he always did when he orgasmed.
Ville lay back on the bed, breathing hard, “I can’t wait till you come home.”
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