Title: Right There in Front of HIM

Genre: Series. 1 of 10

Pairing: Ville/Bam (Vam)

Disclaimers: I do not own the beautiful creatures that are featured in this story. I wish I did. Then I'd make them act out every little disturbing fantasy that my mind can come up with.

Also: This particular chapter is set during the filming of the "Buried Alive By Love" video. There was a little making-of thing on the HIM Video DVD that I have and Ville and Bam were drunk, talking on camera about the video and good stuff like that. I just wrote what I think should have happened after the camera was shut off while they were still in bed together. There will be more later. That is, if you guy's like it.

Bam took another large gulp of the drink in his hands as he leaned forward to turn the camera off. He threw the item onto a nearby chair and leaned back against the headboard of the bed. He could see Ville out of the corner of his eye take another drink from his bottle. He turned his head slightly to get a better look at the man sitting next to him. He seemed to be lost in his tipsy haze, staring into nothing, only moving to take more sips from the bottle every few minutes.

It was then that it hit him. 'Holy shit! I'm in bed, under the fucking covers, with Ville.' He let his mind wander for a minute thinking about all the times he had imagined being in this same situation… 'Wait…. What the fuck?!?! I don't think of Ville like that…. Well, there was that one time… NO!'

Despite himself, he kept staring at the man next to him. Half of his head was hidden behind the beanie he was wearing, little curls of hair sticking out from the bottom going in all directions. His eyeliner had smudged every which way from all the running around they had done that day. A scarf was wrapped around his neck. Bam secretly wished he wasn't wearing it. He wanted to see the part of Ville's neck where it swooped down to meet his collar bone and trailed to the shoulder. 'What?!?!' Bam pursed his eyes closed. Where was all of this coming from?

It was even worse when he realized that he was now hard. 'Shit!' He thought as he sighed loudly and shifted positions to try and hide his erection or wish it away or something.

Noticing the sigh and the sudden movement, Ville turned to his friend. At Bam's tightly shut eyes and uncomfortable expression, he suddenly let his face turn to one of concern.

"Bam, you alright?"

Bam opened his eyes to meet the emerald ones of his friend, full of concern. He couldn't take his eyes off them. The way his make-up was smudged made all the area around his eyes dark, leaving the light green eyes to stand out more than usual. He was lost in them.

Without know what he was doing, he reached up his hand and grabbed the back of Ville's head, pulling his face inches from his own. Ville did nothing to stop him as they got closer. Suddenly, Bam's lips pressed against Ville's in a bruising kiss as he held Ville's head in place. His tongue licked licked at Ville's lips, seeking entrance. The other man, not really comprehending what was going on allowed his mouth to open and deepened the kiss.

When Bam felt Ville's tongue dancing with his own, he unknowingly threw his drink across the room, neither of them hearing the glass bottle shatter, and raised his hand up and undid Ville's scarf. His fingers tickled over the skin at the back of the other nam's neck, reveling in touching the spot he had been thinking about only a moment ago.

When Ville felt Bam's cold hands on his neck, he jerked slightly, not expecting the contact. He broke the kiss. He kept his eyes closed for a minute longer, trying to figure out why Bam just kissed him. When he opened his eyes, he saw a look of pure shock on his friend's face.

Bam tried to talk. His jaw moved up and down, but his mind could not form words. After a moment, he just ended up bolting out of the bed, snatching up the camera and running out of the room.

Ville, still confused, did not move for a moment. Shaking his head, he downed the rest of his drink, throwing the bottle to the opposite wall.

"Shit."