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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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~*~cookies for the two reviewers! you are the only reason i bothered to write more on this. sorry the update took so long, but it's hard to write when no one cares *sigh* anyway, sorry for spelling and grammar mistakes. spell check's wonky and i don't have a beta. i'm considering two ways to end this, so let me know what you think?~*~md

Ville gave up pretending to sleep and sat up in bed. Bam would be at the airport by one and he couldn’t make himself calm down enough to get some rest. He hated it when they were seperated, because it happened far to often. He looked at the clock on the bed side table. Four AM. It was going to be a long night.
Sighing, he pulled on some pajama bottoms and went down to the living room, hoping to watch a little TV until the infomercials put him to sleep.
Roxy was already curled up on the couch with a plate of cookies, watching an ad for a brand new kind of food processor, “We need one of these.” She said without turning around. The kitchen was already full of gadgets advertised on late night TV. Only half of them did what the comercial claimed, and Roxy used about four of them.
“Do you ever sleep?” ha asked, sitting next to her and taking one of the cookies she offered him.
She shook her head, “No.”
“You aready have a food processor, don’t you.” He asked.
“I don’t have on with changeable face plates and four blades for more even chopping along with six different atacments for gratting, shredding, slicing and varying sizes of julien.”
“You hardly ever cook, and we have a kitchen full of this crap.”
“Maybe if I had this food processor, and it took all the hastle out of preparing a meal, I’d make more of them.”
“That’s what you said about the blender, and those knives, and the electric grill, and that weird pasta thing.”
She turned to him finally, “But none of those work as they’re supposed to.” she grabbed the phone, “Say what you will. I’m having this food processor.”
He rolled his eyes and turned his attention to the screen. The program had orignaly been recorded in English, and watching it dubbed in Finnish was giving him a headache. He grabbed the remote and switced the channel to another comercial about a set of fishing equipment. It always amazed him just how enthusiastic these people could get about a stupid hunk of plastic, and expound on it’s virtues as if it could be used to cure cancer, not just gut a trout.
He laughed slightly at a particularly absurd description of a filet knife.
Roxy hung up the phone, happy now that she would be getting a new food processor in six to eight weeks, “What’s so funny?”
“This guy says that knife could make banana filets.”
“Why would you want to make banana filets?” she stared at the television, puzzled.
“I don’t know.” He changed the channel to another comercial about hair growth serum, “Why don’t you sleep?” he asked idly.
“I don’t know.” She shrugged, “I just don’t get tired.”
“That’s strange.”
They both started when her cell phone rang loudly in the quiet house.
Roxy snatched it up and answered tersely, “Who’s this?” she grew quite and her eyes changed from angry to scared, “Hang on.” She covered the phone and stood, going to take the call in her room.
Ville watched her go, and then decided he’d had enough. She was always evasive about who she talked to late at night on her phone. For the last few days, he’d just assumed Linde was calling her, but a phone call from Linde wouldn’t put that look in her eyes. So he decided he was going to go back to bed, knowing that he would be able to hear what she was saying because the walls were so thin.
He situated himself in bed and listened carefully.
“No. I don’t want to see you. That’s right.” Her voice was barely audible through the wall, “You wouldn’t dare. I swear I’ll kill you myself.” Now he heard her sobbing quietly, “Alright. Ok, I’ll meet you tomorrow. None of your shit or I’m gone.”
Hearing her hang up and continue crying Ville got up and went to her room, “Roxy, talk to me.” He sat next to her on the bed, putting his arms around her.
She continued to cry softly and whispered, “I’m pretty sure you already know.”
“Jean Claude.” It was a stament. The name still sent chills down his back.
She nodded against his chest.
“What? Why does he want to see you now? I thought you told him if he got near any of us, you’d expose him.”
“He threatened to tun you. If your like us and I turn loose a vampire hunt, you’ll be harmed too.” She shook, “I have to go see him while you’re picking up Bam.”
“Don’t go.” He said firmly.
“I have to.” she sighed, “I won’t risk him hurting any of the people I care about.”
He held her tighter, afriad for what would happen tomorrow.

It was all Ville could think about as he was waiting for Bam’s plane to land. He was worried about Roxy, and found that even Bam’s return was not helping him relax.
He saw the young skater running down the escalator, pushing people out of his way as he bareld through the crowd. It made him smile despite himself and he caught him in his arms, Bam’s momentum carrying them both to the floor. Passers by shook their heads at them.
“Hi Bammie!” Ville kissed his cheek, “Miss me?”
He grinned, “Nope.” he stood and pulled up Ville.
“Come on. Let’s go home.” Ville slung an arm around Bam and led him to the car.
“God it’s good to be home.” Bam leaned back against the seat as Ville navagated traffic, “I almost broke my tailbone again.”
“Doing that stupid shopping cart stunt I’ll bet.” He worried about Bam hurting himself all th time. One day something serious was going to happen.
“No.” he knew that Ville was only concerned, but it did irritate him a little when he took that tone, “I fell off my board when I was doing a demo yesterday.”
Ville patted his leg, “I’m sorry love. Are you alright?”
“Yes. I’m fine. Just bruised my ass.”
“Well I promise to be gentle with your ass until it heals.” He winked at him.
“Aww.” Bam feined disappointment.
“Oh stop. How’s Knoxville and Dunn?”
“Good. Dunn flipped another car.”
“Another one?” Ville stared at Bam in disbelief for a second pefore pulling his eyes back to the road, “What the hell?”
“I don’t know. He was driving like an asshole and he flipped it. He’s alright though.”
“He’s going to kill himself.”
Bam shrugged, although it was one of his secret worries, “Ape wants to know when you’re going to go visit.”
“We’ll be out that way once the tour starts. We can pop over and see her then. I love that your mum doeesn’t mind have five dirty musicians in her home.” He grinned at the thought. Ville loved visiting Bam’s mom. She made him feel like her own son, cooking huge meals, and if they had been on the road for long enough, she would do his laundry too.
“There’s enough scumbags living there, what’s a few more?” Bam joked.
Ville assumed a hurt pose, “I am not a scumbag. Maybe Gas, but not I.”
“I’m sorry honey. Of course you aren’t a scumbag.” The look of conrition on his face was obviously fabricated.
Ville ignored him, placeing both hands precisely on the wheel and staring straight ahead. There was only one thing that irritated Bam. Being ignored.
“Ville. You can’t be that mad at me. Ville. Ville.” Bam started to poke him, getting upset when his boyfriend continued to ignore him, “What the fuck is your problem?” he poked Ville in one of his ticklish spots and caught the Finn trying not to smile. That was when he realized it was only a game. His frown turned up into a grin of plotting, “Are you really angry with me?” he asked seductively running his hand up and down Ville’s thigh.
Ville twitched, wondering when he’d lost the upper hand. He said nothing just focused on the road and not on his increacingly uncomfortable pants.
“Baby,” Bam purred, sliding his hand over the bulge in the front of Ville’s pants, “I missed you so much.”
Ville gasped when Bam slipped his hand inside his pants, “Bam, what-”
“Shut up Ville.” Bam said and unzipped his pants, freeing his lover’s erection. He grinned and leaned over, licking the head, laughing when the car jerked to the left, “Keep your eyes on the road. You want to kill us?”
“Bammie,” he breathed, “Oh god.” He moaned when Bam swallowed his cock, sucking enthusiastically. It was all Ville could do not to let got of the steering wheel so he cold bury his fingers in the skater’s hair.
Bam licked and nibbled his way around Ville’s dick, using one hand to fondle his balls, enjoying his revenge. He began to maon low in his throat, knowing that it drove Ville nuts. They pulled up to a stop light, Ville using the pause to tangle is fingers in Bam’s hair, encouraging his motions. He threw back his head, startled by the honk from behind him when the light turned and he failed to go.
By the time he pulled the car over in front of their home, he was having a hard time focusing his eyes. He stalled the car and began thrusting into Bam’s mouth, coming fast.
“Good to be home.” Bam said, wiping his mouth delicately, “Where’s Roxy?”
Ville realized he’d forgotten all about her, “Um, she had an errand to run. She’ll be home soon.”
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