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Beta: By The Amazingromanabunny Thanks hon for all your hard work. I love ya.
Rating: R
Pairing: Viggo,?/OB,SB/Eventually Viggo,Orlando
Warning: strong sexual content and strong language
Disclaimer: I Don't Know These Gorgous Guys, And Have No Idea Of Their Sexual Preferance, Only In My Sick Little Mind. I Am Making No Money From This Fic.
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Banner By: The Wonderful and sweetteamane Thanks hon. I love you.
The Blood Red Rose.
Part Three.
Orlando woke up in the morning, feeling dazed and a little confused.
He tried to sit up, but just fell back on the pillows. He slowly turned his
head and looked at the objects in the room. Sean's shirt hung on the back
of a chair, and then last night. Orlando smiled as he remembered and last
night came back to him.
**
He had come over after work, fully intending to talk with his lover about
the conversation that they had in the alley. But no sooner had he walked
in the door when Sean had grabbed him and kissed him. That was the end
of that conversation. Orlando always found it hard to resist Sean; he was a
very passionate man, but today they would have that talk. Sean had to understand,
Orlando wasn't going to give up being a detective, he had worked too fucking hard
for it to all go up in smoke.
*
He was pulled out of his thoughts by the smell of coffee brewing and he could hear
Sean humming and puttering around in the kitchen. He looked at the clock next to
the bed.
'Fuck it's not even I0:00 yet,' he thought sleepily, he closed his eyes, hoping to get
just a little more sleep. His mind was just starting to drift in to a dream, when he heard
a voice call his name.
"Orlando?"
"Hmmm?"
"You awake, baby?" Sean asked softly.
"Not if I don't have to be," came the reply.
"Come on, sweetheart, you have to eat something. You worked up one hell of an appetite
last night."
Orlando's stomach made a low growling sound as if to express its agreement.
"Haha," Sean laughed, "See even your own body is telling you, now get out of that
bed and I'll feed you. After we eat, then we can have that little chat you mentioned
lastnight."
*
On the other side of town, Karl was just starting to wake up, his hand reaching across
the bed, only to meet with cold sheets. He opened his eyes.
'Damn, why do I still do that?' he thought dully, he knew the bed would be as empty as
it had been for over a year now. Karl hated waking up these days, he missed the sound
of the kids yelling and Miranda telling them to keep it down, 'cause daddy was still in
bed. The last time he had heard those words had been a year ago.
**
He had been married to Miranda for seven years and they had three wonderful boys.
He had just started his career as a news anchor, and he became more dedicated to
his job than to his family. He knew no one was surprised when Miranda up and left
him, taking the boys and moving back down south where her family was.
'No, I'm not blaming her either, this was my fuck up, and mine alone,' he thought
as he put his coffee cup in the sink and headed out the door to work.
*
After breakfast they sat at the table and Sean watched his young
lover.
"So about last night," Orlando started.
"Wait, baby, I already know, I was way out of line. I know how important your
job is to you, and believe me so is mine. But I can't help wanting to let the world
know that you're taken. I still want this."
Orlando opened his mouth to say something, but Sean placed his fingers softly
to the young man's lips.
"Now hold on and let me finish. I still want this, and I have to believe that there will
come a time when society won't look down on our relationship. I can be patient till
then," he said with a little smile.
Orlando smiled back at him. "Sean, thanks; I'm really glad you understand."
Sean just pulled him into his arms, buried his face in the young man's curls.
"Now let's get back to us," he murmured.
Turning Orlando around a little he pulled him in for a kiss. Orlando leaned fully
into the embrace of his lover and his cock twitched as he felt Sean's lips capture his.
"Come love, I think we should take this elsewhere don't you?"
Sean rose from the couch, took Orlando's hand, and headed for the bedroom.
*
The station was buzzing with the news.
Another young man's body had been found. It was the same MO, the body drained
of blood, the chest cut opened, and the heart removed, and in place of the missing
organ, a blood red rose.
"What the hell is going on, and why haven't we found this son of a bitch?" Chief of
Police Bernard Hill, was asking.
Nobody could give him an answer, they were all just as angry as he was.
"I have everybody jumping down my throat and no answers to give them. Come on
guys, we are expected to find this sicko."
"Chief, we have been investigating this non stop. It has been our top priority since all
the murders began. We have a special force investigating every crime scene and
there's just no evidence left." Chief Detective David Wenham stated.
"Who's on this task force?" Chief Hill asked.
"I'll get you that list right after the meeting," David replied.
"We have to find this person. Now that's all, you're all dismissed."
David left and returned shortly with the case file.
"Here's the file I promised you," David said handing a folder to Bernard.
"As you can see I have guys from all three shifts covering the crimes."
"Detectives Bloom and Wood, they're on the late shift, so they are on duty
when these crimes happen. So tell me why they haven't found anything?"
"It's like I told you, there is nothing for them to find. The only thing we have found
was a piece of latex; We assume it's from a glove. But it doesn't give us anything."
Bernard was angry as he turned to face Daivd.
"You had better tell your boys to keep a closer eyeon the streets. We have to find the
person responsible for these murders."
"Yes sir." David said as he left the office.
*
"Fuck, Sean...." Orlando moaned as the older man started to kiss the soft
skin just under his ear.
He nibbled lightly and then ran his tongue overthe area, Orlando shivered.
Sean loved the taste of Orlando's skin. He sucked gently on the skin, trying to
coax the younger man down on to the bed. Orlando moaned and gave in. Sean
increased his sucking of the skin.
"Oh shit....hey, hey, hey....no marks," Orlando laughed.
"No never, not where anyone will see them anyway," Sean muttered against
the neck, sending shivers running rampant over Orlando's body.
"Sean, I mean it," Orlando said as he tried to pull away from him.
Orlando turned and looked into the green eyes of his lover; he saw the passion
that burned in them. Sean touched his face, and claimed his mouth in a kiss of
pure desire.
*
Karl arrived at the TV station and went to his little office in the back.
"Hey Karl, did you hear? The cops found number eight this morning.
Some prostitute named Gypsy.
"Damn it," Karl replied as he headed for the office in the middle of the room.
"Hugo, what's this I heard about another body?"
"Yeah, some old guy found it while he was looking through a fucking dumpster."
"Any chance they know who this old guy was?" Karl asked.
"Nah, just some homeless person."
"Shit," Karl said as he turned to leave.
"Hey, Karl, I know this has been hard on you. Maybe you should let someone else
cover it for a while."
"Hugo, don't you even think about taking me off this fucking story."
"I'm just worried," Hugo said as he placed his hand on Karl's shoulder.
"I know, but I am fine, honest," Karl replied as he walked away.
*
Sean had been steadily increasing his exploration of Orlando's gorgeous body.
Now he was tracing the young man's chest with his hands and tongue, Orlando
whimpered, as his tongue found its way to one of his nipples. Slowly tracing the
outline of it with his lips, Sean could hear the intake of breath.
"Feels good, doesn't it baby." he said as he sucks the sweet nub into his hot mouth.
"Damn," was the only thing Orlando said.
Sean continued with his assault on his lovers body, moving from one nipple to the other
and then starting the trip downward. He ran his tongue over every inch of Orlando's
chest, until he came to the dark nest of curls that held Orlando's long hot erection.
Sean lightly touched it, running his fingers up and down the underside. Orlando arched
helplessly off the bed.
"Fuck.... Sean... please," he whimpered.
"Shh, easy baby, you don't want to make me come yet, do you?"
He ran his tongue over Orlando's balls, gently sucking on them, and teasing them.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck...."Orlando moaned loudly.
He ran his tongue over the cleft and downward, tasting the uniqueness that was Orlando.
He teased the opening of his body until Orland whimpered loudly.
"Sean please... I can't.... uhhh," Orlando panted heavily.
The fact was that Sean too was losing his self-control his body was shaking.
He knew that his lover was close, which made his own climax build within him.
"Tell me baby, tell me what you want, what you need?" he coaxed.
"Sean.... fuck..... Me!" Orlando yelled as he felt the head of the other man's cock
play teasingly against his opening.
With a moan Sean pushed the head of his length into Orlando, stopping for a
moment for them both to breathe. He felt Orlando push against him and that
was all it took for him to thrust, each one stronger and harder than the one before.
He wasn't as gentle as he would have liked to have been, but there were times when
gentleness just wasn't an option. He moved faster and faster as the young man beneath
him moaned and writhed. He felt Orlando tense, his young body tightened and strained.
"Orli, yes baby. Come baby, now, I need to feel you."
Orlando let out a strangled moan as his body gave into the desire that he couldn't
fight. His seed spilled from his body in waves between the two men.
That was all Sean needed, as he felt his own orgasm take him.
****
The sun was just setting as Viggo woke with a start. He was actually sweating and
shaking. He got up and went into the bathroom. He needed a shower.
His mind was still filled with the fucking dream.
**
Viggo had known that he was different from the other men of his town when they
had all gotten married and had children and Viggo had remained single. His heart was
taken but the one who held it had no idea; his best friend Mark, his keeper of secrets.
He knew that he would one day have to admit to Mark the feelings that he held for him,
he knew that this confession would also end their friendship.
One day Mark and he were down by the pond, the sun had just started to sink into the
water. They had spent the whole day together, laughing and just being at ease.
Mark turned to him and said, "Viggo may I ask you something?"
"Of course."
"Well I was wondering....." Mark broke off, as if unsure of how to finish the thought.
"Wondering what, my friend?" Viggo asked.
"Why you haven't married?" Mark said in one breath.
Viggo looked at him; a smile had come to his lips.
"Hmm, I could lie to you, but I never have, so I guess this is no time to start. The truth
is I am not really interested in women," he said softly turning to avoid his friend's eyes.
"Viggo?"
He pretended not to have heard the man at his side. But Mark wouldn't leave it alone.
"Viggo," he said turning his friend's head to look at him.
"Mark, please, I do not know what to say to you."
"The truth, I think might be helpful," Mark said softly.
"The truth, hmm, not sure that is something that you would wish to hear, my friend."
"Viggo, let me see if I can figure it out then, maybe since you seem to frightened to
speak it. Are you in love with me?" Mark asked bluntly.
Viggo turned surprised and looked at his friend, merely nodding his head.
"Is it so terrible for you to feel this?" Mark said as he leaned closer to Viggo.
His lips captured the other man's in desperation.Viggo pulled back, searching
his friend's eyes.
"God, Vig, I've been in love with you forever."
That had been the beginning of Viggo's life. For the first time he hadn't had to hide
his feelings, he didn't have to feel like some kind of freak, and most important his
love had been returned.
About a month later, Viggo had been in the woods sketching, the light was quickly
fading and he knew he should head for home. There were rumors of danger that
filled the woods, but Viggo didn't listen to such rubbish. He loved the woods and
had often stayed there long past sunset, but tonight the air felt strange to him as
he gathered his supplies. He had almost been to the edge of the woods when he felt
strong hands grab him. He was thrown to the ground and as he struggled for his
freedom he felt the pain of teeth sinking into his neck.
He remembered returning home, a pain and a hunger so strong in him. That he hadn't
even realized what he was doing.
Mark had met him at the door, the worry and concern clearly written there in his eyes.
"My God, Viggo, where have you been? We have been looking for you for days."
Viggo hadn't answered, just looked at him and suddenly pulled him closer, their bodies
became as one. He kissed his lover with the hunger of desire. Then as Mark relaxed
into his embrace Viggo sank his teeth into his neck. These were the memories that
haunted him.
****
9:00pm.
Orlando woke up and rolling over he looked at the clock.
"Shit. Hey, Sean," he called, but there was no answer. He got up and sat on the
edge of the bed. He was just about to get off the bed when the alarm went
off.
'Well at least he had set the damn thing,' Orlando thought as he grabbed his clothes
and slipped them on. He headed out to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water.
There on the table was a note.
Orlando, sorry baby, not to be there when you woke up, but I got called in early.
I hope the alarm went off okay.
See you later Sean.
*****
Orlando left the apartment, he was going to his place and he only lived three blocks
from Sean's, so he walked there. The streets were real quiet which was kind of unusual
for this side of town. He walked past Dunn St and was heading toward the two
large apartment buildings about half a block away. For some reason Orlando felt
a fear wash over him, he reached in his pocket and felt the cold metal of his
revolver. He always carried it especially if he was going to be walking. He headed
toward the buildings and from the alley between the two, he heard a muffled scream.
He moved quickly to the entrance and saw two people, both appeared to be male.
The taller of the two, had his arm wrapped around the neck of the other. Orlando
knew something didn't feel right; he pulled his gun from his jacket, and approached.
"Hold it right there," he order.
But the taller man paid him no mind; he lowered his head to the neck of the other
man. Orlando could hear another muffled moan.
"I said hold it right there, back away from him now!" Orlando shouted.
"I'm a police officer, and I will shoot if I have to."
With this the man made to step back, placing his hands out in front of him and the other
man slumped to the ground.
"Back away, hands behind your head and kneel down to the ground."
The other man backed away, still holding his hands in front of him, he turned slightly
looking at Orlando. He smiled. Orlando felt the fear creep through his body as he looked
in to the almost grey eyes of the stranger.
"I said to get down on your knees. Do it now," he didn't sound as sure as when he had
first given the order.
He heard a low chuckle, he lifted his gun, aimed it toward the suspect and then he was
gone.
"You better know how to use that, beautiful," came a raspy voice from behind him,
as he felt the powerful arm come up around his throat.
'How the fuck did he do that?' Orlando couldn't help but think.
He felt his gun being forced out of his hand and heard the discharge split the night.
He knew that it would bring him assistance but would they be too late to help him.
Orlando saw his life as it passed before his eyes.
"Tell me beautiful, what's your name?" the voice rasped in his ear.
He didn't answer, he wasn't sure he even could. He just hoped that he could keep
the man here until backup came.
"I asked you a question, I would like an answer, baby."
"Detective Orlando Bloom," he somehow managed.
Orlando, what an interesting name, not one I shall easily forget," the voice rasped.
"I could break your beautiful, fucking neck, just like his," he said indicating the
other body.
"I can assure you he is quite dead, sweetheart; I never leave a witness," he said as
his grip on Orlando's throat tightened.
Just then they heard the sirens coming, and the man hesitated.
"Hmm, but perhaps you being alive will prove amusing, I shall let you live, at least
for now anyway. This is indeed your lucky night my love."
Orlando felt the hand release him and he turned; nobody. He turned and ran toward
the street; there wasn't a person in sight. The police cars were moving in as he went
to the body in the alley. He reached down and felt for a pulse.
"Damn it," he said slightly to himself.
"Hold it right there," he heard.
"Step away from the body, hands behind your head."
"It's okay, I'm a Detective. My badge is inside my pocket."
The police officer approached and Orlando put his hands up. The cop reached inside
his jacket and found the badge.
"I'm sorry, detective," the officer said apologetically.
"You did right; tell me did you see a man running from this alley. He was wearing a
black trench and a black hat?"
"No sir, the only one I saw was you."
"What the fuck," Orlando said sounding confused. "How the hell can someone just vanish,"
he remarked as he walked away.
The other police officers were gathered by the entrance of the alley. They were discussing
the body and the fact that the suspect had gotten the drop on a detective. Orlando just
ignored the comments and headed for the car where Elijah waited. The Medical Examiner
showed up and Sean came to Orlando and placed his hand on his shoulder.
"Are you alright?"
"Sean. Yes I'm fine, a little shaken I must admit though."
"Why the fuck did you go down there by yourself? Christ Orli; you know better than
that." Sean said, not caring if his anger showed or not.
"Someone screamed, Sean; I'm a fucking cop. What would you have had me do?"
"I'm sorry, I guess I was just scared when I heard what almost happened to you," he
whispered softly.
"I know, but thankfully I'm alright, okay?" he said as he gave Sean a smile.
Sean had walked over to the body of the dead man and carefully turned it over.
"Oh shit. Orlando. You better come have a look at this."
Orlando and Elijah walked over to Sean.
"What have you got, Sean?" Elijah asked.
"This," as Sean moved to the side a little there on the ground laid a blood red rose.
"Fuck," Orlando exclaimed feeling his knees starting to shake.
No one saw the shape that stood on the rooftop above them, listening to the voices
below. No one heard the throaty laugh, and no one heard the words spoken, raspy
and low.
"So Orlando, you like to play games, do you? So then my beauty, let's play."
Author:
mamashopeBeta: By The Amazing
romanabunny Thanks hon for all your hard work. I love ya. Rating: R
Pairing: Viggo,?/OB,SB/Eventually Viggo,Orlando
Warning: strong sexual content and strong language
Disclaimer: I Don't Know These Gorgous Guys, And Have No Idea Of Their Sexual Preferance, Only In My Sick Little Mind. I Am Making No Money From This Fic.
Feed Back: yes Thank you
Banner By: The Wonderful and sweet
teamane Thanks hon. I love you.The Blood Red Rose.
Part Three.
Orlando woke up in the morning, feeling dazed and a little confused.
He tried to sit up, but just fell back on the pillows. He slowly turned his
head and looked at the objects in the room. Sean's shirt hung on the back
of a chair, and then last night. Orlando smiled as he remembered and last
night came back to him.
**
He had come over after work, fully intending to talk with his lover about
the conversation that they had in the alley. But no sooner had he walked
in the door when Sean had grabbed him and kissed him. That was the end
of that conversation. Orlando always found it hard to resist Sean; he was a
very passionate man, but today they would have that talk. Sean had to understand,
Orlando wasn't going to give up being a detective, he had worked too fucking hard
for it to all go up in smoke.
*
He was pulled out of his thoughts by the smell of coffee brewing and he could hear
Sean humming and puttering around in the kitchen. He looked at the clock next to
the bed.
'Fuck it's not even I0:00 yet,' he thought sleepily, he closed his eyes, hoping to get
just a little more sleep. His mind was just starting to drift in to a dream, when he heard
a voice call his name.
"Orlando?"
"Hmmm?"
"You awake, baby?" Sean asked softly.
"Not if I don't have to be," came the reply.
"Come on, sweetheart, you have to eat something. You worked up one hell of an appetite
last night."
Orlando's stomach made a low growling sound as if to express its agreement.
"Haha," Sean laughed, "See even your own body is telling you, now get out of that
bed and I'll feed you. After we eat, then we can have that little chat you mentioned
lastnight."
*
On the other side of town, Karl was just starting to wake up, his hand reaching across
the bed, only to meet with cold sheets. He opened his eyes.
'Damn, why do I still do that?' he thought dully, he knew the bed would be as empty as
it had been for over a year now. Karl hated waking up these days, he missed the sound
of the kids yelling and Miranda telling them to keep it down, 'cause daddy was still in
bed. The last time he had heard those words had been a year ago.
**
He had been married to Miranda for seven years and they had three wonderful boys.
He had just started his career as a news anchor, and he became more dedicated to
his job than to his family. He knew no one was surprised when Miranda up and left
him, taking the boys and moving back down south where her family was.
'No, I'm not blaming her either, this was my fuck up, and mine alone,' he thought
as he put his coffee cup in the sink and headed out the door to work.
*
After breakfast they sat at the table and Sean watched his young
lover.
"So about last night," Orlando started.
"Wait, baby, I already know, I was way out of line. I know how important your
job is to you, and believe me so is mine. But I can't help wanting to let the world
know that you're taken. I still want this."
Orlando opened his mouth to say something, but Sean placed his fingers softly
to the young man's lips.
"Now hold on and let me finish. I still want this, and I have to believe that there will
come a time when society won't look down on our relationship. I can be patient till
then," he said with a little smile.
Orlando smiled back at him. "Sean, thanks; I'm really glad you understand."
Sean just pulled him into his arms, buried his face in the young man's curls.
"Now let's get back to us," he murmured.
Turning Orlando around a little he pulled him in for a kiss. Orlando leaned fully
into the embrace of his lover and his cock twitched as he felt Sean's lips capture his.
"Come love, I think we should take this elsewhere don't you?"
Sean rose from the couch, took Orlando's hand, and headed for the bedroom.
*
The station was buzzing with the news.
Another young man's body had been found. It was the same MO, the body drained
of blood, the chest cut opened, and the heart removed, and in place of the missing
organ, a blood red rose.
"What the hell is going on, and why haven't we found this son of a bitch?" Chief of
Police Bernard Hill, was asking.
Nobody could give him an answer, they were all just as angry as he was.
"I have everybody jumping down my throat and no answers to give them. Come on
guys, we are expected to find this sicko."
"Chief, we have been investigating this non stop. It has been our top priority since all
the murders began. We have a special force investigating every crime scene and
there's just no evidence left." Chief Detective David Wenham stated.
"Who's on this task force?" Chief Hill asked.
"I'll get you that list right after the meeting," David replied.
"We have to find this person. Now that's all, you're all dismissed."
David left and returned shortly with the case file.
"Here's the file I promised you," David said handing a folder to Bernard.
"As you can see I have guys from all three shifts covering the crimes."
"Detectives Bloom and Wood, they're on the late shift, so they are on duty
when these crimes happen. So tell me why they haven't found anything?"
"It's like I told you, there is nothing for them to find. The only thing we have found
was a piece of latex; We assume it's from a glove. But it doesn't give us anything."
Bernard was angry as he turned to face Daivd.
"You had better tell your boys to keep a closer eyeon the streets. We have to find the
person responsible for these murders."
"Yes sir." David said as he left the office.
*
"Fuck, Sean...." Orlando moaned as the older man started to kiss the soft
skin just under his ear.
He nibbled lightly and then ran his tongue overthe area, Orlando shivered.
Sean loved the taste of Orlando's skin. He sucked gently on the skin, trying to
coax the younger man down on to the bed. Orlando moaned and gave in. Sean
increased his sucking of the skin.
"Oh shit....hey, hey, hey....no marks," Orlando laughed.
"No never, not where anyone will see them anyway," Sean muttered against
the neck, sending shivers running rampant over Orlando's body.
"Sean, I mean it," Orlando said as he tried to pull away from him.
Orlando turned and looked into the green eyes of his lover; he saw the passion
that burned in them. Sean touched his face, and claimed his mouth in a kiss of
pure desire.
*
Karl arrived at the TV station and went to his little office in the back.
"Hey Karl, did you hear? The cops found number eight this morning.
Some prostitute named Gypsy.
"Damn it," Karl replied as he headed for the office in the middle of the room.
"Hugo, what's this I heard about another body?"
"Yeah, some old guy found it while he was looking through a fucking dumpster."
"Any chance they know who this old guy was?" Karl asked.
"Nah, just some homeless person."
"Shit," Karl said as he turned to leave.
"Hey, Karl, I know this has been hard on you. Maybe you should let someone else
cover it for a while."
"Hugo, don't you even think about taking me off this fucking story."
"I'm just worried," Hugo said as he placed his hand on Karl's shoulder.
"I know, but I am fine, honest," Karl replied as he walked away.
*
Sean had been steadily increasing his exploration of Orlando's gorgeous body.
Now he was tracing the young man's chest with his hands and tongue, Orlando
whimpered, as his tongue found its way to one of his nipples. Slowly tracing the
outline of it with his lips, Sean could hear the intake of breath.
"Feels good, doesn't it baby." he said as he sucks the sweet nub into his hot mouth.
"Damn," was the only thing Orlando said.
Sean continued with his assault on his lovers body, moving from one nipple to the other
and then starting the trip downward. He ran his tongue over every inch of Orlando's
chest, until he came to the dark nest of curls that held Orlando's long hot erection.
Sean lightly touched it, running his fingers up and down the underside. Orlando arched
helplessly off the bed.
"Fuck.... Sean... please," he whimpered.
"Shh, easy baby, you don't want to make me come yet, do you?"
He ran his tongue over Orlando's balls, gently sucking on them, and teasing them.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck...."Orlando moaned loudly.
He ran his tongue over the cleft and downward, tasting the uniqueness that was Orlando.
He teased the opening of his body until Orland whimpered loudly.
"Sean please... I can't.... uhhh," Orlando panted heavily.
The fact was that Sean too was losing his self-control his body was shaking.
He knew that his lover was close, which made his own climax build within him.
"Tell me baby, tell me what you want, what you need?" he coaxed.
"Sean.... fuck..... Me!" Orlando yelled as he felt the head of the other man's cock
play teasingly against his opening.
With a moan Sean pushed the head of his length into Orlando, stopping for a
moment for them both to breathe. He felt Orlando push against him and that
was all it took for him to thrust, each one stronger and harder than the one before.
He wasn't as gentle as he would have liked to have been, but there were times when
gentleness just wasn't an option. He moved faster and faster as the young man beneath
him moaned and writhed. He felt Orlando tense, his young body tightened and strained.
"Orli, yes baby. Come baby, now, I need to feel you."
Orlando let out a strangled moan as his body gave into the desire that he couldn't
fight. His seed spilled from his body in waves between the two men.
That was all Sean needed, as he felt his own orgasm take him.
****
The sun was just setting as Viggo woke with a start. He was actually sweating and
shaking. He got up and went into the bathroom. He needed a shower.
His mind was still filled with the fucking dream.
**
Viggo had known that he was different from the other men of his town when they
had all gotten married and had children and Viggo had remained single. His heart was
taken but the one who held it had no idea; his best friend Mark, his keeper of secrets.
He knew that he would one day have to admit to Mark the feelings that he held for him,
he knew that this confession would also end their friendship.
One day Mark and he were down by the pond, the sun had just started to sink into the
water. They had spent the whole day together, laughing and just being at ease.
Mark turned to him and said, "Viggo may I ask you something?"
"Of course."
"Well I was wondering....." Mark broke off, as if unsure of how to finish the thought.
"Wondering what, my friend?" Viggo asked.
"Why you haven't married?" Mark said in one breath.
Viggo looked at him; a smile had come to his lips.
"Hmm, I could lie to you, but I never have, so I guess this is no time to start. The truth
is I am not really interested in women," he said softly turning to avoid his friend's eyes.
"Viggo?"
He pretended not to have heard the man at his side. But Mark wouldn't leave it alone.
"Viggo," he said turning his friend's head to look at him.
"Mark, please, I do not know what to say to you."
"The truth, I think might be helpful," Mark said softly.
"The truth, hmm, not sure that is something that you would wish to hear, my friend."
"Viggo, let me see if I can figure it out then, maybe since you seem to frightened to
speak it. Are you in love with me?" Mark asked bluntly.
Viggo turned surprised and looked at his friend, merely nodding his head.
"Is it so terrible for you to feel this?" Mark said as he leaned closer to Viggo.
His lips captured the other man's in desperation.Viggo pulled back, searching
his friend's eyes.
"God, Vig, I've been in love with you forever."
That had been the beginning of Viggo's life. For the first time he hadn't had to hide
his feelings, he didn't have to feel like some kind of freak, and most important his
love had been returned.
About a month later, Viggo had been in the woods sketching, the light was quickly
fading and he knew he should head for home. There were rumors of danger that
filled the woods, but Viggo didn't listen to such rubbish. He loved the woods and
had often stayed there long past sunset, but tonight the air felt strange to him as
he gathered his supplies. He had almost been to the edge of the woods when he felt
strong hands grab him. He was thrown to the ground and as he struggled for his
freedom he felt the pain of teeth sinking into his neck.
He remembered returning home, a pain and a hunger so strong in him. That he hadn't
even realized what he was doing.
Mark had met him at the door, the worry and concern clearly written there in his eyes.
"My God, Viggo, where have you been? We have been looking for you for days."
Viggo hadn't answered, just looked at him and suddenly pulled him closer, their bodies
became as one. He kissed his lover with the hunger of desire. Then as Mark relaxed
into his embrace Viggo sank his teeth into his neck. These were the memories that
haunted him.
****
9:00pm.
Orlando woke up and rolling over he looked at the clock.
"Shit. Hey, Sean," he called, but there was no answer. He got up and sat on the
edge of the bed. He was just about to get off the bed when the alarm went
off.
'Well at least he had set the damn thing,' Orlando thought as he grabbed his clothes
and slipped them on. He headed out to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water.
There on the table was a note.
Orlando, sorry baby, not to be there when you woke up, but I got called in early.
I hope the alarm went off okay.
See you later Sean.
*****
Orlando left the apartment, he was going to his place and he only lived three blocks
from Sean's, so he walked there. The streets were real quiet which was kind of unusual
for this side of town. He walked past Dunn St and was heading toward the two
large apartment buildings about half a block away. For some reason Orlando felt
a fear wash over him, he reached in his pocket and felt the cold metal of his
revolver. He always carried it especially if he was going to be walking. He headed
toward the buildings and from the alley between the two, he heard a muffled scream.
He moved quickly to the entrance and saw two people, both appeared to be male.
The taller of the two, had his arm wrapped around the neck of the other. Orlando
knew something didn't feel right; he pulled his gun from his jacket, and approached.
"Hold it right there," he order.
But the taller man paid him no mind; he lowered his head to the neck of the other
man. Orlando could hear another muffled moan.
"I said hold it right there, back away from him now!" Orlando shouted.
"I'm a police officer, and I will shoot if I have to."
With this the man made to step back, placing his hands out in front of him and the other
man slumped to the ground.
"Back away, hands behind your head and kneel down to the ground."
The other man backed away, still holding his hands in front of him, he turned slightly
looking at Orlando. He smiled. Orlando felt the fear creep through his body as he looked
in to the almost grey eyes of the stranger.
"I said to get down on your knees. Do it now," he didn't sound as sure as when he had
first given the order.
He heard a low chuckle, he lifted his gun, aimed it toward the suspect and then he was
gone.
"You better know how to use that, beautiful," came a raspy voice from behind him,
as he felt the powerful arm come up around his throat.
'How the fuck did he do that?' Orlando couldn't help but think.
He felt his gun being forced out of his hand and heard the discharge split the night.
He knew that it would bring him assistance but would they be too late to help him.
Orlando saw his life as it passed before his eyes.
"Tell me beautiful, what's your name?" the voice rasped in his ear.
He didn't answer, he wasn't sure he even could. He just hoped that he could keep
the man here until backup came.
"I asked you a question, I would like an answer, baby."
"Detective Orlando Bloom," he somehow managed.
Orlando, what an interesting name, not one I shall easily forget," the voice rasped.
"I could break your beautiful, fucking neck, just like his," he said indicating the
other body.
"I can assure you he is quite dead, sweetheart; I never leave a witness," he said as
his grip on Orlando's throat tightened.
Just then they heard the sirens coming, and the man hesitated.
"Hmm, but perhaps you being alive will prove amusing, I shall let you live, at least
for now anyway. This is indeed your lucky night my love."
Orlando felt the hand release him and he turned; nobody. He turned and ran toward
the street; there wasn't a person in sight. The police cars were moving in as he went
to the body in the alley. He reached down and felt for a pulse.
"Damn it," he said slightly to himself.
"Hold it right there," he heard.
"Step away from the body, hands behind your head."
"It's okay, I'm a Detective. My badge is inside my pocket."
The police officer approached and Orlando put his hands up. The cop reached inside
his jacket and found the badge.
"I'm sorry, detective," the officer said apologetically.
"You did right; tell me did you see a man running from this alley. He was wearing a
black trench and a black hat?"
"No sir, the only one I saw was you."
"What the fuck," Orlando said sounding confused. "How the hell can someone just vanish,"
he remarked as he walked away.
The other police officers were gathered by the entrance of the alley. They were discussing
the body and the fact that the suspect had gotten the drop on a detective. Orlando just
ignored the comments and headed for the car where Elijah waited. The Medical Examiner
showed up and Sean came to Orlando and placed his hand on his shoulder.
"Are you alright?"
"Sean. Yes I'm fine, a little shaken I must admit though."
"Why the fuck did you go down there by yourself? Christ Orli; you know better than
that." Sean said, not caring if his anger showed or not.
"Someone screamed, Sean; I'm a fucking cop. What would you have had me do?"
"I'm sorry, I guess I was just scared when I heard what almost happened to you," he
whispered softly.
"I know, but thankfully I'm alright, okay?" he said as he gave Sean a smile.
Sean had walked over to the body of the dead man and carefully turned it over.
"Oh shit. Orlando. You better come have a look at this."
Orlando and Elijah walked over to Sean.
"What have you got, Sean?" Elijah asked.
"This," as Sean moved to the side a little there on the ground laid a blood red rose.
"Fuck," Orlando exclaimed feeling his knees starting to shake.
No one saw the shape that stood on the rooftop above them, listening to the voices
below. No one heard the throaty laugh, and no one heard the words spoken, raspy
and low.
"So Orlando, you like to play games, do you? So then my beauty, let's play."
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Date: 2006-01-16 04:30 am (UTC)MORE! this is so awesome!!
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Date: 2006-01-16 06:07 pm (UTC)Chapter four is having a temper tantrum about being fixed. But I should be able to get it to my beta today,(crosses fingers and toes.)
Thanks again and hhugs you tight for first comment.
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Date: 2006-01-16 09:52 pm (UTC)Luffs ya, hon!
Romana x
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Date: 2006-01-17 01:28 am (UTC)I can't wait till you get the next chapter,(don't cry too much,even though I did.)blushes.
Love you and hugs you very tight.
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Date: 2006-01-17 02:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-17 03:13 pm (UTC)hugs.