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Adult +
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27
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16
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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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This one is for Valo, who Rates and Reviews..Did you know you can rate every chapter..I wish you guys would...seriously I feel like I have one reader... Thanks Valo *hugs*
I feel the weight of the bed shift during the night, awakening me from a dreamless sleep. I know who it is straight away. Novak. I think he's scared...I'm not sure of what...killing maybe? These last few nights (Melinda has been looking after her ill mother) when Novak climbs into bed with me, I feel something...every night it gets stronger. Every night I find myself slipping into the bathroom to get rid of a raging hard on. I don't get it...I'm not attracted to Novak...maybe its because I long to be with a man...
"Since when could you read Finnish..?" I ask Dunn. He and Jonne are cuddled up in an armchair, reading a Finnish magazine together. The look so happy, in love...it makes me sick to the stomach that I can't have the same thing.
"Jonne's translating..." He tells me. Jonne whispers something in his ear, and he blushes, "Apparently the Finnish tabloids have gotten wind of our relationship..." More whispering, a deeper shade of red appears on Dunns cheeks, "Jonne says the magazine say we're the cutest gay couple on the music scene..." Again, whispering, blushing, but this time, a gasp...
"Ry..?" I ask when he doesn't tell me what Jonne says. He doesn't answer, simply blushes more, if that's possible... Instead, he grabs Jonnes hand, drops the magazine, and the pair run from the room,
"I told him the picture of him in the magazine is so hot, it makes me want to bend him over the pool table and fuck him senseless..." I hear Jonne cry, Ryan shushes him,
"TINK! He so didn't want to know that!" He whispers, Jonne giggles.
"Of course he did Kulta, now, lets go fuck...I'm as horny as hell..." I laugh, I know why Ryan was blushing now, he always blushes if he gets hard in front of me.
"HAVE FUN GUYS, DON'T MAKE TO MUCH NOISE..." They don't listen, over the next few minutes the room is filled with the sound of Ryan deep groans and Jonnes soft whimpering, they sound so in love...
As walk away, a picture in a magazine catches my attention. On closer inspection, I find myself looking into a pair of beautiful green eyes... The man, Ville Valo according to the magazine, is in a word, beautiful. Long dark curls fall delicately over his pale face, his flawless skin as white as snow, his piercing green eyes looking directly at me.... I can't read the article, so I decide to use goggle to find out more about him. I pass Ryan and Jonnes room as I head to my own,
"Oh god Tink...that's it..right there...harder...OH GOD...." I hear Ryan cry, sounding like he'd reached the height of his pleasure,
"Oh Ryan...Ryan...oh god...your amazing...Oooohhh...." Jonne too, must have came, as the next sound that drifts from the room is the sound of two bodies hitting the bed.
I find out a lot about Ville. He has a five year old daughter, who's mother died in her birth. He's part of a band called HIM...and damn...their music is good, I ordered both their albums from EBay. His voice awakens parts of me I though would be dead forever, Lust, passion, desire, love.... I have to meet this man...have too...
That night, Novak again creeps into my bed, and, again, I find myself with a raging hard on. But tonight...tonight I'm prepared, condoms, lube, and a few tools lay on my bedside table, and, as Novak turns to face me, I press my lips against his. He doesn't respond straight away, but when he does, his own hard on brushes against mine...
"Bam..?" I shush him, straddle him, and continue to assault him with kisses. "Oh god..." He cries as I leave ghost trail touches on his body.
"Want me to fuck you Novak...to bend you over the bed and pound into you until you cum into my hand...?" I ask him, whispering into his ear, nibbling the lobe... He nods, and I grin. "Well...bend over the bed then..." I whisper, he looks up at me, eyes glazed with lust and desire. He wants me alright, and he's gonna get me. He scramble out of bed at high speed, and is bent over the bed, ass in air, before I can even open the condom. I roll it onto my length, groaning out Novaks name, yet pretending that the Finnish man...Ville...is the one touching me...
"Bam...fuck me...fuck me hard...please..." I hear Novak groan out, I grin and start applying lube, rubbing it in slowly, again imagining that the Finnish singer is expertly rubbing my erection, ready to slam into his pale body. But its not Villes body I slam into, its Novaks. My thrusts are hard, rough, and I groan out his name, take his cock in my hand and pump it in time with my thrusts, all the while picturing the beautiful Finnish singer, panting in pleasure in front of me.
"Fuck...Bam...I'm gonna...gonna.." And then he comes into my hand, his seed hot and thick, coating my fingers within seconds. As I feel my own orgasm rising, I pick up on of my tools....a knife...and, as I cum hard into Novaks body, I plunge the knife deep into his heart. His eyes widen in shock as I continue to move in and out of him, riding out my orgasm, while holding the knife, now dripping with blood, in his chest.
"You think I was gonna let you live? No...no...your the solo reason my mother died...your the one that introduced me to the gang...I hope you feel cold Novak...I hope your in pain....you deserve it...and hey, I got rid of some sexual frustration too! Two birds with one stone...not bad for a high school drop out eh?" I ask, Novak shakes his head, and I twist the knife, all the while driving it deeper into his body, and, as I pull my limp cock from his dying frame, he slumps to the floor, his body shaking, his eyes wide, a look of pure terror on his face. I sit back on a chair, clean myself off and dress slowly, while watching him die. As I pull on my shirt, he takes his final breath, his eyes roll into the back of his head and his body becomes limp...and I smile...find myself laughing...Novak is dead, at my hands....
I feel the weight of the bed shift during the night, awakening me from a dreamless sleep. I know who it is straight away. Novak. I think he's scared...I'm not sure of what...killing maybe? These last few nights (Melinda has been looking after her ill mother) when Novak climbs into bed with me, I feel something...every night it gets stronger. Every night I find myself slipping into the bathroom to get rid of a raging hard on. I don't get it...I'm not attracted to Novak...maybe its because I long to be with a man...
"Since when could you read Finnish..?" I ask Dunn. He and Jonne are cuddled up in an armchair, reading a Finnish magazine together. The look so happy, in love...it makes me sick to the stomach that I can't have the same thing.
"Jonne's translating..." He tells me. Jonne whispers something in his ear, and he blushes, "Apparently the Finnish tabloids have gotten wind of our relationship..." More whispering, a deeper shade of red appears on Dunns cheeks, "Jonne says the magazine say we're the cutest gay couple on the music scene..." Again, whispering, blushing, but this time, a gasp...
"Ry..?" I ask when he doesn't tell me what Jonne says. He doesn't answer, simply blushes more, if that's possible... Instead, he grabs Jonnes hand, drops the magazine, and the pair run from the room,
"I told him the picture of him in the magazine is so hot, it makes me want to bend him over the pool table and fuck him senseless..." I hear Jonne cry, Ryan shushes him,
"TINK! He so didn't want to know that!" He whispers, Jonne giggles.
"Of course he did Kulta, now, lets go fuck...I'm as horny as hell..." I laugh, I know why Ryan was blushing now, he always blushes if he gets hard in front of me.
"HAVE FUN GUYS, DON'T MAKE TO MUCH NOISE..." They don't listen, over the next few minutes the room is filled with the sound of Ryan deep groans and Jonnes soft whimpering, they sound so in love...
As walk away, a picture in a magazine catches my attention. On closer inspection, I find myself looking into a pair of beautiful green eyes... The man, Ville Valo according to the magazine, is in a word, beautiful. Long dark curls fall delicately over his pale face, his flawless skin as white as snow, his piercing green eyes looking directly at me.... I can't read the article, so I decide to use goggle to find out more about him. I pass Ryan and Jonnes room as I head to my own,
"Oh god Tink...that's it..right there...harder...OH GOD...." I hear Ryan cry, sounding like he'd reached the height of his pleasure,
"Oh Ryan...Ryan...oh god...your amazing...Oooohhh...." Jonne too, must have came, as the next sound that drifts from the room is the sound of two bodies hitting the bed.
I find out a lot about Ville. He has a five year old daughter, who's mother died in her birth. He's part of a band called HIM...and damn...their music is good, I ordered both their albums from EBay. His voice awakens parts of me I though would be dead forever, Lust, passion, desire, love.... I have to meet this man...have too...
That night, Novak again creeps into my bed, and, again, I find myself with a raging hard on. But tonight...tonight I'm prepared, condoms, lube, and a few tools lay on my bedside table, and, as Novak turns to face me, I press my lips against his. He doesn't respond straight away, but when he does, his own hard on brushes against mine...
"Bam..?" I shush him, straddle him, and continue to assault him with kisses. "Oh god..." He cries as I leave ghost trail touches on his body.
"Want me to fuck you Novak...to bend you over the bed and pound into you until you cum into my hand...?" I ask him, whispering into his ear, nibbling the lobe... He nods, and I grin. "Well...bend over the bed then..." I whisper, he looks up at me, eyes glazed with lust and desire. He wants me alright, and he's gonna get me. He scramble out of bed at high speed, and is bent over the bed, ass in air, before I can even open the condom. I roll it onto my length, groaning out Novaks name, yet pretending that the Finnish man...Ville...is the one touching me...
"Bam...fuck me...fuck me hard...please..." I hear Novak groan out, I grin and start applying lube, rubbing it in slowly, again imagining that the Finnish singer is expertly rubbing my erection, ready to slam into his pale body. But its not Villes body I slam into, its Novaks. My thrusts are hard, rough, and I groan out his name, take his cock in my hand and pump it in time with my thrusts, all the while picturing the beautiful Finnish singer, panting in pleasure in front of me.
"Fuck...Bam...I'm gonna...gonna.." And then he comes into my hand, his seed hot and thick, coating my fingers within seconds. As I feel my own orgasm rising, I pick up on of my tools....a knife...and, as I cum hard into Novaks body, I plunge the knife deep into his heart. His eyes widen in shock as I continue to move in and out of him, riding out my orgasm, while holding the knife, now dripping with blood, in his chest.
"You think I was gonna let you live? No...no...your the solo reason my mother died...your the one that introduced me to the gang...I hope you feel cold Novak...I hope your in pain....you deserve it...and hey, I got rid of some sexual frustration too! Two birds with one stone...not bad for a high school drop out eh?" I ask, Novak shakes his head, and I twist the knife, all the while driving it deeper into his body, and, as I pull my limp cock from his dying frame, he slumps to the floor, his body shaking, his eyes wide, a look of pure terror on his face. I sit back on a chair, clean myself off and dress slowly, while watching him die. As I pull on my shirt, he takes his final breath, his eyes roll into the back of his head and his body becomes limp...and I smile...find myself laughing...Novak is dead, at my hands....