I can't...

Ville didn't intend to dig thru suitcases, he hadn't planned to hide in the
closet out of fear when the knob turned... he hadn't intended on hearing
Linde's pleading voice as Mige pushed him into the room harshly.

"P-please Mige, I-i don't want-"

The harsh slap echoed in the room as Linde fell to the bed clutching his
cheek. Mige threw his coat onto the chair in front of the hotel room dresser
and glared as he lit a cigarette, eyes shining with hurt and anger.

"I'm tired of you shaking your ass for those american fucks."

Linde sat up, sobbing quietly as Mige sat on the other side of the bed, tears
of his own escaping him.

"I want you Linde, I would do anything, but I can't do this anymore..."

Linde stood and soon was at Mige's feet, clutching the large, warm hands, tears
marring his cheeks. Ville sucked in a breath as he wrote lyrics in his head, fingers
twitching as he wrote with an invisible pen. Linde was pulled up and cradled in a
large lap, his slender hips shaking as he sobbed. Mige kissed his ear and smiled as
he held the bassist for the first time in 3 months. The words that filled the graceful lips
made Ville squirm.

"I'm ready..."

Mige pulled the small chin up and stared into foggy, lustful eyes.

"No, your not..."

"But I am!!"

Linde clamored onto the built body, hands fumbling. Mige pushed them away and stared into
his love's eyes.

"If your not ready, I don't want to take you..."

Linde stared, hurt and confused.

"If you don't take me now, I'll never learn to love you properly..."

"You'll learn... When your ready."

Linde rolled off and turned his back to him, sobs returning with full force. Mige cradled him and kissed
the flexing temple. Linde pushed him away.

"I hate you."

Mige chuckled as he stood and grabbed his coat. Linde bolted upright, confusion on his face.
He wrapped his arms around a tight abdomen, holding on tightly.

"Let go of me..."

"Take me and then you can leave all you want, I just want you..."

Mige threw the small frame on the bed and once again flung his coat onto the chair. His hands snapped
open buttons and jeans. Linde blushed as a naked Mige climbed the bed gently, smiling.

"Fine, I'll do whatever it is, I just want to leave..."

Ville's ears were assaulted with animalistic grunts as he watched Mige handle the small body in his rough
hands. Linde cried out as he was fondled and Ville thought his thighs and arms would rip off him any second as
he was handled ruthlessly. Then he heard it. A scream so pain filled, so passionate, he almost came in his pants. Linde clawed at the sheets as his hips opened wide, accomadating MIge as best as they could.

"L-Linde, Fuck..."

"A-ahhh, h-hurts... hurtssss..."

The slow thrusts made Linde wail out in pain. Mige closed his eyes and groaned, the bed shuddering in
unisen. Linde's labored breathing made Mige's hips move faster, his heart racing as he tried to finish.

Linde grit his teeth, the pain getting him off slowly. Ville tried not to gasp as another ear piercing scream
filled the room as Mige came inside the tight de virginized bassist. Linde fell forward and sobbed as his
thighs convusled, his body shaking erratically from his orgasm. Mige pulled him close, the shaking ceasing
after a few minutes.

Ville sat at the bottom of the closet and just listened as they dressed. Linde kissed his lover and smiled happily
as he was led to the door, his limping making Mige squeeze him a bit as the door slammed shut.

Ville never dug threw his band mates things again.