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The Sacrament
Title- The Sacrament
Pairing- Ville Valo/Bam Margera (Vam)
Rating- R
Originally Posted- Febuary 17, 2006
Disclaimer- I don`t know the real people in this story. I don`t own anything besides the idea for this story. None of this happened in real life as far as I know. The lyrics used are "The Sacrament" by Him. They belong to the band, not me.
Summary- “You know our sacred dream won`t fail, in this sanctuary tender and so frail,” the singer began, singing in his heavenly voice to his beloved skater. The skater smiled and kissed the singer`s finger, than lay back down and closed his eyes.


The skater paced nervously inside of his dark room, waiting for the singer to return to him. He tried to calm himself down, but found it nearly impossible to do so. He glanced at the clock for the fifth time in about five minutes to see that it read five in the morning. It was such a defining hour, the skater decided. An hour where everything either comes together or falls apart.

The slivery moonlight danced on the floor of the skater`s room from the open window, casting shadows around the room with its soft light, illuminating the room just enough to set the scene for the love of one singer and one skater to come together.

The skater, fully clothed in a hoodie and old jeans, smelling of sweat and dirt as they usually did, bit his lip nervously, trying to calm down. His hair hung down into his eyes in the very way the singer adored.

The gentle patter of footsteps behind the skater woke him out of his nervous state. The skater turned to look behind him and met the green eyes of his beautiful singer. The singer smiled gently, complementing the skater on his looks. He said that the skater was beautiful, heavenly, and perfect. The singer moved forward into the spot of moonlight, showing off his pale, vampiric skin.

The skater was speechless at the shirtless singer`s beauty. How could one human being be so beautiful? So complete? So...dare he even think it? Perfect.

The skater`s eyes darted from the tattoos that covered the singer`s arm, to his face, smooth, pale, and perfect, to his dark hair that curled and covered his ears, to his fingers, so slender and perfect, and finally to the hint of a tattoo at his waist. He licked his chapped lips and looked up at the singer.

The singer took a couple of steps forward so as to be closer to his skater. He took one of the pale, slender fingers and brought it to the skater`s face, stroking the skater`s rough cheek. The skater smiled nervously at the singer.

Gentle words were murmured to the skater. Phrases that included words such as love, beautiful, perfect, and forever. Then the singer placed his pale hands on the skater`s tattooed sides and guided him over to his bed, pushing him down on it so that he was on top of the skater.

Kisses were planted on the skater`s neck gently by the singer. Soft kisses, kisses that meant something, not just kisses that wanted to mean something. The skater moaned and squirmed underneath of the singer`s gentle touch. The singer smiled and gazed lovingly into the skater`s blue eyes as he put his warm hands underneath the skater`s hoodie, making the skater moan. He caressed the skater`s chest and sides gently. The skater moaned again and squirmed. He had never been touched like this before. He had always wanted to be touched like this, he just didn`t know it was possible. He felt the urge to allow the singer to caress every inch of his body.

The singer pulled the hoodie gently over the skater`s head, pressing their naked chests together, feeling a sort of connection with the warmth of the bare flesh. The singer looked at the skater, marveling over how beautiful he was, and suddenly felt restrained by the clothing covering the lower half of their bodies.

The singer began to undue the skater`s belt, making the skater`s heart beat faster. The singer unzipped the skater`s baggy blue jeans and slid them off of him while the skater attended to the singer`s tight leather pants. He felt his hand brush against the singer`s erected cock as he worked the tight pants off of the singer. The skater blushed and mumbled something that the singer couldn`t make out. The singer smiled. He leaned down and brushed his smooth lips against the skater`s rough ones and murmured soft words to him. He told the skater that it was ok, that he could touch him anywhere he wanted. He was all his.

The skater smiled and blushed as the singer laid eyes on his aching cock. The singer just smiled and pressed their bodies together, giving the skater a passionate kiss. The skater wrapped his legs around the singer and moaned.

The singer smiled and reached over to feel around for the bedside table, where he had put a bottle of lube earlier. He felt the cool bottle and grabbed it, moving back on top of the skater and kissing his lips. The sound of inhales and exhales of breath, lips expressing their owner`s love for each other, and the slight movement of the bed filled the air as the moonlight danced over the two lovers.

The singer pulled away for breath and moved so that he could prepare the skater for what was to come. The skater watched the singer as he moved the skater`s legs so as to expose the skater`s opening. The skater blushed, looking up at the singer.

The singer popped open the bottle of lube and poured it onto his pale fingers, using a lot so as not to harm his lover. Then the fingers were brought to the skater`s opening. The skater naturally tightened up, but the singer pressed a finger against the skater`s opening anyways, gently sliding it in.

The skater gasped and began squirming. He had never had anything put inside of him before, and the feeling took a lot of getting used to. He tightened and loosened himself against the singer`s fingers for a while until he held still, ready.

The singer pressed another finger in and gave the now squirming skater some time to get used to the enhanced sensation. The skater was marveled by the feeling. It didn`t hurt. It just felt strange. Strange but good. The skater decided that he liked it. He smiled up at the singer nervously, indicating that he was ready.

The singer smiled and positioned himself over the skater, guiding his hard cock to the skater`s opening. The skater tensed up, and the singer sighed. He knew that forcing his cock into the skater would bring his angel pain and discomfort, so he thought of what to do.

The singer thought back to his own first time. He remembered the eagerness of himself at fifteen to experience everything in life, to believe that everything was love. He remembered how he had allowed the first boy who came along to have him, and he remembered how scared he was the whole time, yet how unable he was to say no. He remembered the pain brought to him by an uncaring boy whose heart the singer really never had. He shivered, and more than anything, he remembered crying himself to sleep all alone that night so long ago.

The singer was determined that that wouldn`t happen to his skater. He smiled and moved his cock away from the skater, making him relax. Instead, the singer brought three fingers to the skater`s opening and gently slid them in, letting them be engulfed by the warmth of the inside of the skater`s body. The singer told the skater that he loved him. The skater smiled and told the singer that he loved him too.

Gently the singer moved the fingers around inside of the skater, stretching and exploring him and trying to get the skater used to the odd sensation.

The skater moaned and silently thanked the singer for being so kind and gentle with him. He had been scared, but he felt better now. Now he knew just how determined the singer was to keep him safe, and that made him feel incredible.

The singer felt the skater loosen up, so he pulled out the fingers, poured more lube on his cock, and pressed it once again against the skater`s opening. The skater relaxed and kept his legs as far apart as possible. The singer smiled and asked the skater if he was ready. The skater said yes.

The singer pressed the head of his cock into the skater`s opening. The skater gasped and whimpered, biting his lip. Tears came to his eyes, and the singer felt horrible. He was harming his skater.

The skater tried hard not to cry or whimper, but the singer wanted him to. He softly told the skater of how he had cried his first time, and gently advised the skater to let it out.

The skater smiled through gritted teeth and allowed the tears to fall from his eyes. The singer watched, amazed. He had never seen the skater cry before.

Shortly after, the skater`s pain died away. He smiled and begged the singer for more, and the singer listened. He pressed his cock into the skater as far as it could go, while the skater gasped at this sensation. It felt so...good. He wasn`t scared anymore.

The singer asked the skater if he was ok. He gave the skater gentle kisses on the face and neck to calm him and reassure him. The skater assured the singer in a low, awed voice that he was fine, that he loved him, that he wanted this more than he`d wanted anything ever before. The singer nodded and positioned himself once again over the skater. He looked the skater in the eye as the moonlight danced and flickered over the two lovers. Perhaps the skies were as excited for the two men as they themselves were? Perhaps nature can sense the beauty of love, of something so pure and perfect?

The singer pulled himself out of the skater and gently pushed back in, going slowly so as not to hurt him. He remembered how different this sensation felt at first, how fragile you had to be with the person you were making love to, because this could be painful if not done right. The singer smiled as he heard the skater moan lustfully from under him. Outside the wind rustled through the trees, and the two men could hear it through the window that had been opened ajar much earlier in the night. It set the stage for something beautiful, something special, and the singer could sense it within his very being. He wanted to dance, to sing, and to taste the spring rain on his tongue, because he felt so alive.

The skater wrapped his arms around the singer, pressing his fingers into the singer`s back, indicating that he wanted more of this. The singer could sense the skater`s want and need, so he pumped in and out of the skater a bit faster, gradually gaining speed as the skater moaned and writhed under him.

The skater cried out the singer`s name, his beautifully mysterious name that seemed to echo off the walls, dart out the window, rush through the cold air and bring peace to the world, even if just for a moment.“Ville!” the skater moaned, making the name sound ten times more beautiful than any other time any anyone else had ever spoken it. The skater tilted his head back against the soft pillows, his body expressing the feelings vibrating inside his very soul.

The singer moaned and cried out the skater`s name as he came inside the skater, crying out softly in pleasure. The skater moaned as he too came all over the singer`s chest, moaning and writhing as sweat trickled down his forehead. Outside, the wind roared louder than it had all night, and then, as the singer collapsed on the skater, panting as he kissed him and ran his pale fingers over the skater`s shoulders and upper chest, the wind died down back to a gentle whisper. Perhaps it was carrying their message of love and devotion to the west, the east, the north, and the south? Making everyone everywhere hear love`s sweet cry? Or maybe it would keep their message as a secret, known only by the wind, the skater, and the singer.

“I love you,” the singer said in a low, deep voice, moving his lips away from the skater`s to look over the beauty of the man who lay under him, so eager to please and so needing of the singer`s touch, love, and very being.

“I love you too,” the skater moaned, his voice full of the kind of truth that the singer loved to hear. Then the two kissed again gently, and made so many promises to each other, ones that they knew would be easy to keep. The singer promised his heart, soul, and being to the skater, and the skater smiled, knowing that this would keep him going forever. The skater promised his love and loyalty to the singer forever and ever, and then the two men promised to each other that it would always be like this. Always.

The singer moved and gently pulled himself out of the skater, earning a whimper of protest from the skater`s lips. The singer just smiled and kissed the skater gently, and the skater him kissed back.

The singer moved to grab at a box of tissues on the floor, moving back to clean up his precious skater, and than himself. The tissues were discarded on the floor. They`d deal with it tomorrow. Would tomorrow ever come? Maybe tonight would stay forever and the two would always be lost in this moment.

The singer rolled over onto his side, while the skater squirmed into the singer`s open arms. The singer ran his fingers through the skater`s hair and kissed his cheek while the skater`s warm breath on his neck brought warmth to every inch of the singer`s body.

The skater pulled back to look into the singer`s eyes. He wanted another verbal conformation that the singer would always feel this way for him. The singer smiled, understanding at once what the skater wanted.

“I love you, my angel. Now close your eyes, close them tight and sleep until morning. Because in the morning, I`ll still be here to hold you,” the singer whispered. The skater smiled and rested his head against the pillow and closed his eyes tight.

The singer kissed the skater`s forehead and wrapped his arms around him. Outside, the wind blew calmly through the trees, and the moonlight hung lazily in patterns on the skater`s bedroom floor.

The singer smiled, brought a finger to the skater`s cheek and began to sing softly to him.

“You know our sacred dream won`t fail, in this sanctuary tender and so frail,” the singer began, singing in his heavenly voice to his beloved skater. The skater smiled and kissed the singer`s finger, than laid back down and closed his eyes.

“And the sacrament of love, the sacrament of warmth is true, the sacrament is you…”

By the time the singer finished the song, his skater was engaged in a peaceful slumber. The singer smiled, kissed the skater`s lips gently, and lay down.

“Sleep tight, my darling,” the singer muttered softly before closing his own eyes and falling into a tender dreamland where skaters and singers are always together, singing their love`s sweet song with smiles on their angelic faces.