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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 familiar French accent brought Roxy to tears, “Where’s Ville?”
“He’s safe. I’ve got him and his little lover.”
“Let them go.”
“No, I don’t think I will.” He said nonchallantly, “You see, I tried to prevent this end. I told you to be here tonight, and when you were late, I came by your flat to fetch you. You were not home, but guess who was?”
“Jean Claude, please let them go. I’ll do anything.” She sat on the floor and curled into a ball.
“Yes, you will.” He laughed a little, “Because you are going to leave right now. You are going to get on a plane, fly home to me and then we will discuss ways you might be able to persuade me to let your precious mortals go.”
“Alright.” She agreed, standing and grabbing the car keys, “I’ll be there as soon as I can.” She only hoped that Ville and Bam would be in one piece by the time she got to Italy.

Jean Claude looked down his nose at Ville.
Ville was tied to a chair in the room that housed the glass box HIM had been stuck in. He could see it and he nearly passed out just after he woke up. His head hurt vaguely and he looked around, spotting Bam on the other side of the room. His head was drooped on his chest, but his breathing seemed normal.
Jean Claude kicked Ville’s chair, “What could you possibly have to make my own dear daughter leave me?” he squatted down, icy blue eyes meeting green, “Why would she leave an eternity of comfort for some squishy mortal who’s only going to die in a few years?”
Ville said nothing, only glared back at him.
“I only want to understand.” Jean Claude said gently, taking his chin in his hand, turning his face one way, then the other, examining his sharp chin and delicate nose, “Those magazines say that you two are lovers. Is that the case?”
Ville didn’t answer. He jerked his chin away.
Jean Claude slapped him across the face, “You never were very good at obeying.”
Ville spit out a mouth full of blood, “Fuck you asshole.”
He laughed, “Really? You wouldn’t want to give me any ideas now.”
Ville glared at point over Jean claude’s left shoulder, not wanting to submit, but not wanting to be hit again either. Jean Claude didn’t pull his punches like Roxy did and it felt like he’d been hit in the jaw by a sock full of quarters. He didn’t think anything was broken.
“So my former pet,” Jean Claude pulled up another chair and arranged himself comfortably in it, running a hand through his ultra hip short blond hair.
Ville had to fight the insane urge to giggle when he thought of Jean Claude sporting every fashionable hairstyle from the buzz cut of the fifties to a beautifully coifed mullet in WHAM!’s heyday.
“I noticed you’ve done quite well for yourself since you and I last spoke.” He examined his manacure. It had been done earlier in the day and he still had a hang nail. He reminded himself to eat the girl who did them.
“Sure. You should hear the new album. I’ll mak sure to send you a copy.” Ville’s words dripped sarcasm and disdain.
Jean Claude laughed again, “You have such a high spirt.” He leaned in close and licked the tip of Ville’s nose, “I would enjoy breaking it.” He whispered.
Ville jerked his head back, but said nothing, bracing for another blow.
“Unfortunately, I’m afraid that if anything unpleasant were to happen to you or that one over there, my dear Roxanne would do something stupid. Stupider than leaving me in the first place anyway.”
“Yeah, who would dream of giving up all this?” Ville shut his mouth belatedly.
“Oh, you only saw the initial stages of what being my pet could be like. Once I break a fresh one in, they are given full privilages, every comfort and luxury you could possibly imagine. Sometimes it takes a little while though.” He said thoughtfully, “Roxanne, she was perfect in everyway. I’ve had her since she was a babe. Everything she did was to please me,” the wistful smile disappeared from his face, replaced by a look that made Ville cringe, “until she bought your record and you came here.”
“That wasn’t exactly my choice.”
“True. I have to admit to that.” He nodded, “I suppose that was a miscalculation on my part. I had thought she would enjoy having her favorite band in our home. There’s too much humanity in her still. I say about a hundred years after you’re dust, she’ll be better.”
“If she’s anything like you she’ll be a monster.”
Jean Claude made a rude noise, “What do you know of monsters?” he grinned, exposing sharp fangs that glinted in the harsh light cast by the lights above the box, “I could show you a monster.”
Ville shook his head in a panic. Turning his head he caught sight of Bam, who was still unconcious, “What did you do to Bam?”
Jean Claude looked over at him, as if he’d forgotten he was there, “I gave him what I gave you. Apparently, you have either the metabolism of a horse, or you’ve built up a tolerance for narcotics.”
Ville relaxed, knowing that Bam was going to be alright.
“So pet, you never answered my question,” Jean claude grabbed a handful of Ville’s hair and pulled their faces close, “Have you been fucking Roxanne?”
“Get fucked.”
Jean Claude threw Ville’s head back, “If you insist.” He started to grab for Ville again, but paused, “Do you think that you’re friend would be willing to help me out there?” he got up and walked over to the passed out skater.
Ville panicked, “No! don’t touch him! I never touched Roxy! I swear it! Leave him alone!”
Jean Claude chuckled, “See? Was that so hard?” he still leaned down and untied Bam, hauling him around so he was bent over the chair.
“What are you doing? Let him go!” Ville fought against the ropes that bound him to the chair, succeding only in giving himself a nylon burn.
“I’ll let him go when I’m done.” He pulled down Bam’s pants, “While you watch this, I just want you to think one thing: this is your fault. This could have been avoided if you had cooperated.” He unbuttoned his own purple Armani pants and let them fall, exposing an intimidating erection. Grinning, he stared into Ville’s eyes as he slammed into Bam harshly.
The pain woke Bam from his drugged slumber with a cry. He looked around and spied Ville tied to a chair, tears streaming down his face, screaming curses in Finnish. Then Jean Claude pulled out of him and shoved back in. He cried out again as he felt himself tearing.
Jean Claude easily held the struggling skater down as he pumped in and out of him, enjoying the boy’s desperate pleas almost as much as he enjoyed how tight he was. The impotent curses and threats pouring from Ville added to his pleasure and he didn’t last as long as he hoped, spilling himself into Bam’s torn and bleeding rectum. He kissed Bam’s cheek mockingly, “Good morning. I’m going to leave him to explain why that just happened.” He pulled Bam’s pants back up and tied him back to the chair, leaving them quickly.
“I’m so sorry my love. I didn’t think he’d do anything! Please darling, I’m sorry.” Ville wept, wanting nothing more than to be able to go over to Bam and hold him.
Bam sniffed, trying to stop the tears that were mingled pain and shame, “What the fuck is going on Ville?”
“Remember how I never really talked about where we disappeared to? Well that is who kidnapped us and that there is the box we were trapped in. I’m so sorry. If I had known he’d do that to you, I would have cooperated. My love,” he ran out of words and started to cry again.
Bam didn’t even notice that he was still crying until he realized that the thighs of his jeans were damp. At least that was only tears. He could feel the seat of his pants were wet with come and blood, “Why, Ville?”
“Because I convinced Roxy that she couldn’t go back to him when he asked her too.” He shook his head, “This was how I met her. She worked for him, keeping us captive until she helped us escape.”
“I never did belive that you met her in the coffee shop at the airport.” Bam said vaguely, body sliding into shock.
“Baby? Baby, talk to me!” Ville watched his chin droop and his body start to shake, “Bam! Bam Bam!” he called, freaking out when he got no response, “Brandon Cole Margera wake the fuck up right now!”
Bam startled awake, for a second thinking his mother was waking him up for school, “Ville? Are we going to make it out of here?” he asked, voice small as a child’s.
Ville didn’t hesitate, wanting to reasure his lover and eaten up by guilt, “Yes my love. Hang on for a little while longer.”
Bam was still shaking, but he felt more connected to his body then he had. Mostly because his ass burned. It was becoming a study in agaony to sit on his abused butt, “Where’s Roxy?”
“I don’t know.” He half remembered a conversation Jean Claude had telling someone to show up. He assumed it had been Roxy on the other end, “I think she’s on her way here.” He paused, “Listen Bammie, I know this is a difficult concept for you, but next time Jean Claude comes into the room, you need to do anything he asks, and don’t be a smartass.”
Bam snorted, some of his personality coming back, “Gee, after finding out what he does when you don’t do it? I’m an asshole, not an idiot.”
Ville had to stiffle a grin, pleased his Bam was rallying, “Good. We may escape this in one piece.
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