][To Evil We Make Love][=][ ][ ][Y][Ville Valo][=][ ][ ][Y][Prologue][

I paced slowly backstage as hundreds of HIM fans crammed into the lesser-popular of the two theatres for a night of melodies, rhythms and entertainment. The crowd were getting impatient and the screams, shouts and chants became ever-more prominent. Ville saw my agitated self and came to my side, embracing me in his long arms. I wrapped mine around his waist and tried to slow my breathing down.

“Kulta, why are you anxious?” he worried.

“I really don’t know, Ville. I just think that I am going to lose you if an obsessed fan decides to do something drastic. I think,” I honestly replied.

“Sweetheart, why would you think that?” he asked me surprised but still gentle.

“I think it is because I haven’t seen you for a long time and now I have you back and I don’t want to lose you,” I said beginning to sniffle.

Ville took his arms from around me and picked me up taking me into the bathroom. He placed me on the counter and pulled some tissue from next to the hand drier. I took it and stroked it down my tear-stained cheeks. Ville was giving me worried looks all the time I was cleaning myself up, he took the tissue and threw it away, coming back over and standing between my legs.

“Bethy, I am not going anywhere. I promise. I wouldn’t do anything more to hurt you. You have my heart and you will for the rest of our lives,” he said sincerely, and not a hint of doubt in his silky voice, “all I want to do is love you until the day we die, and even then, I will be with you and continue to love you.”

After hearing his heartfelt speech, I took his jaw in my hands and pulled his lips onto mine. He smiled, knowing that he had done well and kissed me back. His lips were exhilarating on mine and I felt the energy in him, wanting to savour it for the concert. I parted his lips with my tongue and slid it into his mouth, he was clearly shocked by my actions but accepted and worked his hands down from my neck. I knew he was trying to go somewhere, like he wanted an extra adrenaline boost before he performed, but I retracted my tongue from his mouth and slid my hand into his brown locks of hair. I pulled his head back from mine slowly and kissed his lips once more. He moaned quietly liking the commanding control I had over him, he gained a sly smile in response from me.

“Not now, baby. Come on you have a concert,” I whispered into his ear, my hand still entangled in his hair, “and we wouldn’t want a Ville with no energy on stage, would we now?” I asked him rhetorically speaking to him like a teacher with a pupil, “especially the masses of horny, sexy, sensual ladies in the crowd,” I said slowly and more sexily than before.

All the way through, he was letting slip little moans and whimpers and I knew that I was toturing him, just the way he liked it. He grasped his hands around the bottom of my baby-doll top and worked them up, almost making it to my bra before I let go of his hair and jumped off the counter. He groaned slightly that he couldn’t get what he wanted but smiled nonetheless. I grabbed his hand and tried to lead him out of the bathroom, he wouldn’t budge and just looked down a little embarrassed.

I knew his problem immediately and went back over to his stiff frame. I leaned in a passionately kissed him, but not enough to make him think that he would get his way. I worked my hand down and met the belt of his jeans. At this point, he stopped kissing me and froze, hoping that I wouldn’t do anything that would take him at least twenty minutes to ‘clean up’ so to speak.

I let go of him completely and walked back over to the door, opening it, walking out and shutting it softly. I stood guard of the door and heard Ville walk over to it. He opened it a crack and whispered sensually to me,

“I knew you still had it in you, darling.”

It was my turn to let him take control over me. He shut the door and I heard him try to calm himself down. I also tried to calm down from the release of a certain type of ‘built-up tension’.
Twenty minutes later, Ville, Linde, Migé, Burton and Gas were pumping themselves up for a great night. Ville would occasionally shoot sexy glances at me, he would look me up and down and in return he got the same treatment. I knew he was psyched and couldn’t wait to do his ‘thing’ on stage.

The band walked out onto the stage, the lights dimmed and leaving Ville in the wings waiting for the perfect moment to present himself to the awaiting fans. Linde got the crowd ready with the individual guitar riffs and accompanied by the steady beat of the drums and the bass. Burton added a few rhythms and ‘twiddly bits’ to brighten up the introduction. Ville felt himself ready, turned to me and gave me a deep kiss, that I was fully prepared for him to do and returned it with equally as much passion.

He swaggered out onto the stage and I immediately heard all the ladies scream and their heart-rates quicken. I smiled knowing that this concert was well deserved and the guys would give it all they have to make it special for both me and for Manchester.

Linde smoothly changed from blaying Black Sabbath riffs into the ever defining, high-itched start of ‘Wings of a Butterfly’ the crowd cheered and Ville gave a small smile to Linde. I watched Ville walk to the back of the stage and wetten his throat with a swig of water. He then performed his little heart out and with all the might that he could sing into it.

Bex, Amber and I danced backstage with each other, holding hands and raving like mad lunatics. Because I knew Ville was so protective of me, I knew that he would be looking at me every now and then to make sure I was ok. I turned to Bex and whispered in her ear,

“Why don’t we make this a little more interesting?”

“What, do you mean for you or for Ville?” she asked.

“For lover boy…he needs some off-stage entertainment,” I slyly told her.

Bex got my idea straight away and pushed me into the wall, slowly running her hands down my arm. I leaned my head back, and shut my eyes tightly. She leaned her head into my neck and kissed it all the way up. I moaned and took my hand and dragged it down my chest, stopping at my belt.

“Is he looking yet?” I whispered to Bex.

“Oh yes, darling. Keep it up!” she chuckled, “you know that he will want sex tonight right?” she told me.

“Oh yes, completely. But he ain’t havin’ it!” I laughed.

She chuckled back and continued kissing my neck and stroking my arm. I ran my hand down to her waist and pulled her towards me more.

“Don’t worry, I wont go that far,” I told her.

“No problem, I love messing with his head. It’s always fun,” she confessed.

I pulled her head up to mine and stared straight into her eyes. She brought her face closer to mine and pecked my lips gently, I did the same to her and we knew that it was getting to Ville. I felt stares coming towards me and not just from Ville, he must have told Migé and Linde too, because the blonde haired man and a bobble hat kept turning their heads in my peripheral vision.

Bex and I stopped suddenly and turned our focus back to the stage and started grinding on each other, but I kept eye contact with Ville the whole time and gave him little looks of lust and desire. ‘Venus Doom’ had ended and Ville pretended to go and get something from the wings, lying to the fans.

He came up to me and thrust my body into the wall and kissed me roughly. I kissed him back and put my hand on his butt, gently sqeezing it, as he roamed his all over mine. He definitely wanted more, and he wanted it now. But I pulled away from him, pushed him back on stage and smacked his butt lightly. He stumbled back towards the microphone and turned towards me. I bit the tip of my thumb and smiled at him. He gave me a bewildered look and Gas started the introduction to ‘Buried Alive By Love’ so Ville had no choice but to put his focus back into the performance and sing his heart-felt songs.