vampires will never hurt you

hey all!!!! a short smutty chapter to keep ya all going for now! i hope you enjoy it and thank you for all the comments and constructive critiscism (i cant spell!) as usual for my darling sweet karin.


Bam finally emerged from his bed around 1pm the next day, glad it was the weekend as he didn't know if he could handle seeing anyone. He stumbled sleepily down the stairs and into the kitchen to make himself a coffee before slumping down on the couch wearily.

He flicked the idly through the tv channels but his eyes kept being drawn back to the note still sitting innocently on the coffee table. He found it hard to believe that someone could find him as attractive as his stalker seemed to, even his girlfriend didn't want to be with him.

Right then, he wished Ape was home. He wouldn't admit it to his friends but him and Ape were really close and he could always talk to her about anything, although he wasn't planning on telling her about the stalker as he knew that she'd call the police, and for some reason that he didn't want to think about, he didn't want the authorities to know just yet.

The silence in the house was crushing, and he hated it. Being so alone like this was making him think but every train of thought ended badly as they either led him back to his stalker of his failed relationship with Missy, so in an attempt to stop thinking he spent the rest of the day trying to distract himself with everything from skating (which he got bored with after a few hours) to attempting to cook. (Ape would DEFINATELY need a new oven when she got back)

He ordered a pizza for dinner due to the fact that the oven had very recently been on fire and he didn't want to repeat that experiance again any time soon, and settled down to watch the skateboarding on the extreme sports channel.

He knew it was probably a dumb thing to do, but he always liked to watch the pro skaters like Tony Hawk and Tim O'Connor and imagine himself there with them, the fans calling out his name and finally doing what he loved as a professional.

He had a few beers, thankful that his dad was laid back and wouldn't mind that his son had been drinking his alcohol, as he finished watching the skaters on the vert ramp. He yawned widely as he switched off the tv, glancing up at the clock and noticing with suprise that it was already midnight.

He stood up, stretching his sluggish limbs, and headed upstairs to his bedroom. He stripped off his clothes and got into bed, leaving the curtains open as usual. After all, it wasn't as if they had any neighbours that could be looking in.

Cuddling down under the sheets and pulling the duvet up to his chin, Bam started to drift off. But before sleep could fully claim him, he was brought back to conciousness by the ringing of his cell phone. Assuming it was Phil and Ape forgetting about the time difference, he reached over to the night stand and grabbed his phone.

Without even opening his eyes, he pressed the button to connect the call and muttered a groggy hello.

"Hello sweetheart, how are you?" A male voice replied

Bam frowned in confusion, his eyes still closed. "Who is this? I think you might have the wrong number."

"You're Bam aren't you." It was a statement, not a question and it was obvious that the person knew exactly who he was talking to.

"Yeah, I am." Bam replied anyway, trying to place the voice.

"Then I have the right number. Did you like the rose I sent with the last note?"

Bam's eyes flew open as he sat up in bed quickly, his sheets pooling around his waist. "You...you're the person that's been following me and leaving me notes?"

"Yes, although I wasn't sure whether to continue after you got upset in the cemetary."

"But...but you're a guy."

There was a deep chuckle from his stalker at Bam's shocked words. "Last time I checked, yes. Why are you so suprised darling? I never said I was a woman."

"I know that but I just assumed you were a woman." Bam was out of bed by now, and pacing the lenght of his room agitatedly. "I mean, I'm straight. I'm not interested in guys at all so you're stalking the wrong person."

"Everyone's bisexual sweetheart, even if it's just a little. Don't worry so much about it, when you're mine, I can teach you everything."

"I don't want you to teach me anything." Bam said exasperated. "I'm not gonna be doing anything with any guy, so just forget it and go and follow someone else."

"I don't want anyone else bammie, I want you, and I will have you."

Bam ran his fingers through his unruly hair in frustration, resting his forehead against the cool glass of his window.

A moan interupted him from trying to decide how much it would hurt if he repeatedly slammed his head against the window.

"What?" He asked nervously.

"You look so good darling." The husky accented voice replied.

"What do you mean? Can you.. can you see me?"

"Of course I can."

Bam pulled the curtains closed quickly, his heart pounding. "Where the hell do you get off? I can't believe you're watching me when I'm naked in my bedroom." He shouted angrily.

"Sweetheart, you're the one who was walking around naked with your curtains open, it's not my fault that I chose to admire the view."

"Of course I was. The house is miles away from any other and it's surrounded by miles of private property and woods. I didn't think there's be anyone there to see me." Bam was practically screaming his words, frustrated that the guy didn't seem to think he'd done anything wrong and that he didn't seem to be backing off.

He heard the guy sigh gently. "Open the curtains Bam."

"What? No way dude. Are you fucking insane? wait, that's a stupid question, you're stalking me, of course you're insane. Who are you anyway?"

"I told you, you don't need to know that just yet."

"I have every fucking right to know who you are, you already seem to know everything about me."

"Ok, stop yelling and I'll tell you my name."

Bam sat down on his bed and sighed heavily. "Ok fine, I'll stop yelling."

"Thank you sweetheart. My name's Ville. now why don't you open the curtains like a good boy."

"That's not gonna happen so forget it."

When Ville next spoke his voice had become cold and hard. "You need to learn to do as you're told Bam, because when you belong to me I won't tolerate disobediance."

"Yeah well, I don't respond well to orders." Bam spat angrily

"How about this then; you open the curtains and do as you're told or I'll come in and MAKE you do as you're told."

"You planning on breaking the door down or something?" Bam mocked.

"My dear Bam, when you went upstairs tonight, you forgot to lock the door."

"No I....FUCK. If you already know that then how come you haven't let yourself in already?"

"I don;t want you to meet me yet, the time isn't right, but I will if I have to. Oh, and don't think about running downstairs to lock the door because I'd be in the house before you made it to the bottom of the staircase. Now open the drapes."

"Fine." Bam sighed. "Just let me put some clothes on."

"No. Just open them."

Feeling completely embarassed, Bam slowly walked over to the window and opened the curtains before practically sprinting back to his bed and pulling the covers over himself.

"Good boy." Ville cooed. "Now put me on speaker phone and put your cell on the night stand."

Bam did so slowly, peering out into the darkness in an attempt to see his stalker. As soon as he'd done it, another instruction came.

"Come out from underneath the covers."

"No. Why would you want me to do that anyway?" Bam said nervously.

"I want to see you." Came the simple reply.

Bam considered refusing but remembering that the insane person could enter his house at any time, he thought it would be safer to do as he said. He reluctantly pulled the covers off his body, his face flushing a deep red and hating the feeling of being on show like this.

"You're so beautiful Bammie." Ville purred. "You shouldn't cover yourself up so much."

Bam didn't know what to say in response so he kept quiet. After a few moments of silence, Bam started to pull the covers back over him.

"Leave them off."

"What do you want from me?" Bam asked, his voice wavering slightly. He hated not being in control and this was driving him insane.

"I want to watch you pleasure yourself. I want to see your face as you cum."

"WHAT? No, no way. I'm not doing that, forget it." Bam started babbling, shocked. Even though he supposed it should have been obvious that's what he wanted, for some reason it hadn't even crossed his mind.

"In that case, I'll just come up and find another use for those pretty lips of yours." Bam could hear the sound of him moving as he was talking and it made him panic.

"NO, I'll do it, just don't come in."

There was a dark laugh from his stalker. "Ok then sweetheart, your choice."

Bam slowly moved his hand down his body and closed his eyes trying hard to think of something to help him through this.

He imagined Missy as he attempted to stroke his limp cock into hardness. As he allowed his mind to forget why he was doing it and just to concentrate on what it had felt like making love to his girlfriend, he found himself responding to his own touch.

He stroked his length roughly, thumbing the sensitive head. He'd almost forgotten that he was being watched and listened to until he heard his voice.

"God Bam, you look so hot. Spread your legs darling."

The images of Missy faded away and he was brought back to reality. He felt tears of humiliation in his eyes as he did as he was told, still stroking his erection. He could hear low moans and panting from Ville and he knew that he was getting off on watching him. The thought made him feel sick but he continued out of fear of what would happen if he refused.

"You have no idea how you look right now. I can imagine being buried inside you, you're probably so tight." Ville panted down the line.

"Stop it. Stop saying stuff like that to me." Bam said desperately, the tears threatening to fall.

"Don't fight it darling. You'll learn to enjoy it, I promise. I want to feel your tight heat around me and your beautiful lips wrapped around my cock."

"Don't. I don't want any of that." Bam whimpered, his movements slowing.

"Ssh baby, it's all gonna be ok. Keep going, harder. I want you to suck on two of your fingers."

Bam complied, fisting his cock harder and faster, desperate to end it, sliding two of his fingers into his mouth hoping that he wasn't going to have to do what he thought he was. After a few seconds of sucking on his fingers, Ville's voice came back over the line.

"I want to see you fuck yourself on them." His voice was coming in short pants now and it was ovious that he was close.

"Please don't make me do this." Bam begged, he was so close himself and he hated himself for it.

"Do it." Ville commanded, and Bam struggled not to cry as he allowed them to penetrate him.

"Oh that's so sexy." Ville groaned. "Do it. Fuck yourself for me sweetheart."

Bam thrust himself onto his fingers as his grip tightened around his length. He pumped himself roughly as he got closer, arching his back in ecstasy as his fingers brushed his prostate, and forcing himself not to make a sound as he climaxed, shooting his load over himself.

He heard Ville moan out his name and then there was silence.

"Darling, that was amazing. I wish I could stay for longer but the sun will be coming up soon so I have to go. Don't worry, I'll come back for you soon though. Sleep well my love."

The line went dead and Bam knew that he wasn't being watched any more. He got out of bed and drew the curtains again before going into the bathroom and turning on the shower, making sure the water was hot before stepping in.

He scrubbed at his skin furiously under the too hot water, a few tears of shame and humiliation running down his face. After washing himself several times, he finally turned off the shower and dried himself off, dabbing gently at where he'd scrubbed his skin raw, trying to get rid of the feelings of disgust.

He put on a pair of boxer shorts and a dressing gown and ran downstairs, double locking the front door before going round the rest fo the house and making sure that all the windows and doors were shut and locked.

It was only then, that he finally allowed himself to relax slightly and go back to bed, switching his cell phone off first.