secrets in the attic
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Category:
Singers/Bands/Musicians › HIM
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,575
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
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.
secrets in the attic
hey! this is a prolouge to a new fic i want to write so i'd appreciate reviews to let me know whether i should continue with it. It's gonna be slightly angsty with non con but future fluff!
Bam whistled contentedly to himself as he left the signing he'd just completed, looking forward to getting back home to his lover and spending some quality time with him. As he passed a sidewalk stand, his mood soured as he took in the front pages of all the newspapers.
His best friend and singer of the best band in the world, Ville Valo, had gone missing five months ago and even though the police had scoured everywhere and announced that there was no hope of finding him any more, the newspapers still printed stories about it like it was entertainment for them and it sickened him. His happy mood now completely ruined, Bam continued on his way home.
As Bam entered the castle, slamming the door hard behind him, his boyfriend shuddered in fear. Most people saw Bam as the happy, boisterous fun loving skater that they saw on the tv, hell even his family and friends thought that, but he knew differently. He was the one who saw the mood swings, the slight insanity in his eyes.
He was the one who felt the pain of his fist in his face whenever he disagreed with him or the burning of his lower body when Bam decided that they were going to "make love" that night. It never felt like love to him as he felt his body being mercillesly torn by Bam's rough thrusts into his unprepared body.
Pasting a weak smile onto his face, he headed downstairs to try and appease his lover, to keep him from taking out his bad mood on him.
"Hi." He said softly, avoiding looking directly at Bam in case he angered him somehow. "I made dinner, it should be ready in a few moments, it's your favourite."
He felt Bam slide his arms around his waist and pull him roughly against his body. "Forget about dinner, I need you."
Trembling, he allowed himself to be dragged upstairs to the attic where he lived, stripped and pushed onto the bed where he braced himself for the pain he knew was about to come. He bit back a scream of agony as Bam pushed into him and immediately started pounding into him, either not knowing or caring about how much pain his lover was in and not even bothering to make it remotely enjoyable for anyone but himself.
Closing his eyes, he focused on not making a sound as Bam finally came and pulled out of him, flopping onto the bed next to him. He knew though that next came the bit that he hated almost more than the rape, the bit where Bam showed that he still had humanity and made it that little bit more difficult to hate him.
"I love you Willa, I'd die without you."
And as Bam left the attic prison that he'd made for him, Ville Hermanni Valo quietly cried himself to sleep.
Bam whistled contentedly to himself as he left the signing he'd just completed, looking forward to getting back home to his lover and spending some quality time with him. As he passed a sidewalk stand, his mood soured as he took in the front pages of all the newspapers.
His best friend and singer of the best band in the world, Ville Valo, had gone missing five months ago and even though the police had scoured everywhere and announced that there was no hope of finding him any more, the newspapers still printed stories about it like it was entertainment for them and it sickened him. His happy mood now completely ruined, Bam continued on his way home.
As Bam entered the castle, slamming the door hard behind him, his boyfriend shuddered in fear. Most people saw Bam as the happy, boisterous fun loving skater that they saw on the tv, hell even his family and friends thought that, but he knew differently. He was the one who saw the mood swings, the slight insanity in his eyes.
He was the one who felt the pain of his fist in his face whenever he disagreed with him or the burning of his lower body when Bam decided that they were going to "make love" that night. It never felt like love to him as he felt his body being mercillesly torn by Bam's rough thrusts into his unprepared body.
Pasting a weak smile onto his face, he headed downstairs to try and appease his lover, to keep him from taking out his bad mood on him.
"Hi." He said softly, avoiding looking directly at Bam in case he angered him somehow. "I made dinner, it should be ready in a few moments, it's your favourite."
He felt Bam slide his arms around his waist and pull him roughly against his body. "Forget about dinner, I need you."
Trembling, he allowed himself to be dragged upstairs to the attic where he lived, stripped and pushed onto the bed where he braced himself for the pain he knew was about to come. He bit back a scream of agony as Bam pushed into him and immediately started pounding into him, either not knowing or caring about how much pain his lover was in and not even bothering to make it remotely enjoyable for anyone but himself.
Closing his eyes, he focused on not making a sound as Bam finally came and pulled out of him, flopping onto the bed next to him. He knew though that next came the bit that he hated almost more than the rape, the bit where Bam showed that he still had humanity and made it that little bit more difficult to hate him.
"I love you Willa, I'd die without you."
And as Bam left the attic prison that he'd made for him, Ville Hermanni Valo quietly cried himself to sleep.