Mon, 13 Nov 2006 16:17:14 GMT

Title: Aggravated
Rating: G
Pairing: Ville/Mige
Disclaimber: Don't own, never happened.
Summary: Ville is aggravated with his music, Mige is aggravated with Ville.

Ville had been playing his guitar for hours, now. Long gracefully masculine fingers plucked and strummed. He frowned in concentration. The light in the room was dim and the curtains were closed. There was a cigarette held tight between his lips.
Mige watched him from the door. Ville had been playing more or less the same tune over and over again, only slightly different every time. It seemed he just couldn’t get it right, and when he didn’t like what he heard, he would sigh or moan under his breath. Occasionally, his fingers would slip and the strings would buzz. That had been happening more and more, recently, as Ville was obviously becoming increasingly tired.
He sighed once more and sat up straight, before running his hand through his newly-short hair.
Mige went and sat next to Ville on the couch. Ville was now strumming frantically in annoyance.
“Ville. You should stop, now.”
Ville ignored him, and continued to arrange his fingers to play another chord. It came out distorted. Ville clicked his tongue and began to twist the tuning keys, while muttering a few choice words.
“Ville…”
“This has to be finished soon, Mige.” Ville’s voice was husky with fatigue and cigarettes.
“But you’re so tired.”
Ville hadn’t slept properly in days. He went out drinking and spent the rest of his time working on new songs. It’s what he did, though. Ville was being the perfect rock-star. He partied and lived the life-style, but he still remained a gentleman and was never without his charm. Publicly, he gave the impression that he had everything under control, even though he was collapsing under the pressure.
“Come on.”
Mige gently pried the guitar out of Ville’s hands. Ville must have really been exhausted, because he didn’t put up much resistance. He stretched to try and work some of the tension out of his back and arms, before flopping back onto the couch.
Mige looked at his face. Ville was pale and drawn, and there were bags under his eyes and lines where there hadn’t been lines before. Ville rested his head on Mige’s shoulder, and Mige put one arm around his waist. Ville had put on weight, but he still had that long leanness that made Mige feel lumbering and stout in comparison.
“Mige…I have to finish. I can’t get it right, yet.” Ville fidgeted and tried to get up and continue playing, but Mige pushed him back onto the sofa. Ville slumped in annoyance.
That was the problem. Ville’s image was, in some ways, his armour. And an increasing amount of people were continuously searching for chinks in it in order to get at the vulnerable centre. He tried all he could to keep it intact and to come across the way he wanted. When he came away from the public, though, he wilted. He had been very ill for a number of reasons; he had been in hospital several times. He needed to take better care of himself. He needed to get more rest.
But he wouldn’t.
Mige found him so aggravating, sometimes.

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Accomplished

Fri, 27 Oct 2006 16:51:42 GMT

Title: Accomplished
Rating: PG for swearing
Disclaimer: I do not know either Ville or Bam, and, as far as I know, this didn't happen.
Summary: This is the first in a series of ficlets. Just some fluff. Ville finds Bam irritating.
There is no smut in this one, it's mostly gen. Feedback is greatly appreciated.

Ville looked deeply engrossed in what he was writing. His brow was furrowed, his lips were pursed and every so often he would read what he had written, wrinkle his nose like he could smell something deeply unpleasant and scribble something. There was that omnipresent cigarette between his lips.
“What rhymes with soul?” he mused, rolling his eyes up so he was looking at the corner of the room, where a spider was weaving its web.
“Bowl?” Offered Bam.
Ville looked at him like he hadn’t realised he was there.
“Bowl?!” He did appear to think about it for a moment, before deciding. He sneered slightly and shook his head. “No, no. That wouldn’t work.”
He returned to staring at the spider, his expression distant.
Bam was bored. He wanted to do something fun, and he wanted Ville to come with him. He knew Ville needed to get work done, but, although it was childish, he also hadn’t flown all the way out to far-away Europe just to watch his friend write stuff. Although he didn’t seem to be writing at that very moment. He could afford to take a break and go for a drink or something. He was just sitting there, biting his lip, his huge green eyes thoughtful.
Then his face lit up suddenly; he’d obviously thought of something.
He jotted something down again, and then took yet another pause from writing, in which he took a drag of his cigarette.
“Ville! I’m bored!” Complained Bam.
“Go out, then.” Was the curt reply, Ville didn’t even look at him.
Bam wanted Ville to go with him. He didn’t know why he wanted him to be there so much; he just really loved his company, he guessed.
“Come on, you’ve written enough to be able to take a break.”
“Bam, I need to get this done.”
Bam was exasperated.
“Show me.” He made a grab for Ville’s notepad.
“No!” Ville exclaimed, holding it out of Bam’s reach.
Bam made an attempt to get at it by climbing over Ville’s desk.
“No, Bam, stop it!”
“Ohh, Ville, just show me!”
“No, just leave me alone and you can see it when it’s finished.”
Ville was clearly annoyed, so Bam left him alone.
“Okay, fine, stay here, then.”
Ville wasn’t listening, however, because he was once again absorbed in his writing. Then he looked up and fixed Bam with a broad grin.
“Shall we go, then?”
But Bam’s curiosity had been sparked. He wanted to see what Ville had written. He made another sudden attack on the other man. Ville’s eyes widened and he stuffed the paper with the lyrics on in his pocket.
“No, no. Bam, you can’t see it at the moment, ‘cause I haven’t finished.”
But Bam’s hands were flying about Ville’s hips, trying to slide into his pockets. Bam felt Ville squirm, slightly. It sent an unexpected shiver down his spine.
But Ville batted his hands away and pulled a rumpled piece of paper out of his pocket. He screwed it up and threw it over Bam’s shoulder.
“Here you are.” He said, whilst climbing to his feet. “Now, I am going to the pub.”
Ville stepped over Bam as he scrambled around on the floor, looking for the little paper-ball.
Fuck, where is it? He peered under Ville’s table. There was so much crud under there, but he could see a ball of rolled up paper that stood out as the only thing that wasn’t covered in dust and cigarette-ash. He picked it up and quickly unrolled it. There was nothing on the piece of paper.
“What the fu…” A gooey sensation interrupted him.
“Fuck!?? Ewww! Ville!”
Bam realised he had put his hand in something sticky, clammy and wholly unpleasant. It seemed to be a mixture of chewing gum, glue and something else that Bam couldn’t quite place but was horrible none the less. He looked down and realised he was kneeling in it, too. It seemed like Ville had purposely spilt it there for some reason.

Outside, Ville cackled round his cigarette as he lit it. He made up that stuff to catch cockroaches because Jonna didn’t like them; he didn’t want to disrupt his personal space there by cleaning it, but he didn’t want to kill the little fellows, either. If he trapped them, he could put them outside.
It was only when Bam had started to inadvertently grope him that he had the idea. It always amused Ville to see Bam brought down a peg or two. He liked Bam, but there was always a sense of accomplishment when Ville gave him some sort of comeuppance when he deserved it. Ville figured he would have to think of something else soon, as he suspected that Bam had noticed he was somewhat ticklish.

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Accomplished