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Pairing: Viggo/Orlando
Rating: R
Warning: Strong sexual content and language.
Feed Back: Yes please It inspires me to write.
Summary: With all that has happened What more can poor Orlando deal with.
Disclaimer: this is not real, never happened I have never met the guys and am making no profit.
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The Blood Red Rose
Part 5/?
Jeff Curtis decided the only real place he had left to go to was the bridge and that was on the
east end of town. He knew it wouldn't be very warm, but at least it would be dry. He started to
head down Jessic Ave, which would lead him to Main St.
'Just for tonight, I'll have some money tomorrow when Detective Bloom and I meet,' Jeff
thought to himself moodily.
***
Jeff had met Orlando two years ago, when he was caught selling drugs to an undercover cop.
Orlando hadn't judged him; he really seemed to care about Jeff. He had helped him out a lot.
And they began to meet two or three times a week for a meal and just to talk. Jeff had never
thought that there were people who really gave a shit about some kid down on his luck, but
Orlando was different. He even tried to help Jeff find a job, but every time he found one and they found out about his past, they decided that he wouldn't work. He remembered Orlando telling off one of his ex-bosses. Orlando had promised to be his friend and he had held true to that promise.
***
Jeff was startled from his thoughts by a sound. What had he heard? Footsteps? He stopped to
listen, but no sound met his waiting ears.
'What the fuck is wrong with you?' he thought, chastising himself for being scared as he continued on his way.
But suddenly there they were again, the footsteps closing in behind him. He knew that he had
heard them this time; step, step, step; just slightly out of sync with his own. He started walking
quicker. The rain was steadily falling and the damn footsteps just kept coming. Jeff turned; he
needed to see who was there. Turning he caught sight of a tall figure dressed in a
black trench coat and a black hat. The figure was closing the distance between them quickly.
'Fuck!' Jeff thought frantically as he began running. He was scared, more scared than he had
ever been in his life.
****
The Cemetery was dark and silent as the clans began to gather. "Where is Father?" Several
members asked. "He knows how important this meeting is." But just as the questions started,
Ian walked from the shadows.
"Good evening everyone. Please forgive us, we were detained," He said with a smile.
****
Jeff's chest hurt from running, his legs felt like rubber and he knew they were about to give out.
But he didn't dare give in to the needs of his body; he knew somehow that if he stopped that
the stranger following him would catch him. He ran from street to street hoping to find someplace
where he could hide, but every fucking door he came to was locked.
The footsteps still following, echoing in the night around him.
At 18, Jeff had seen a lot of bad shit, he had experienced fear, but not like this. He found himself
running down side streets and alleys which cut through to other streets. Blinded by his own
panic he could hardly make out the names. He just kept running, hoping to somehow make it
to Main St and stopping only to catch his breath.
And still the footsteps echoed in their pursuit.
"Main St," he cried out in his excitement.
He had somehow been going the right way, not sure how but grateful just the same. He looked
up and down the street. About a block and a half away he saw a neon light glowing bright.
The Police Department. 'Orlando, yes, he'll help me,' Jeff thought as he headed toward the
beacon, shining bright.
He started running once again and came to the corner right across from the station, when out
of the dark a hand grabbed him by his throat.
"Noooo," his scream broke the silence of the rainy night.
****
The meeting was in full heat, the conversation consisted of what was to be done about
Viggo. The general consensus was that he should be destroyed right away, before the humans
figured out what was going on.
Jacob, one of the clan leaders, stood and presented his argument.
"Viggo must not be allowed to continue, we have survived since the beginning of time.
We have lived among human kind."
"You mean we have fed off of human kind," Ian corrected.
"Very well, yes they have been our source of food, but we have been careful not to let them
know this fact," Jacob continued.
"And now Viggo puts us in the position where we have to destroy him. He leaves us no choice."
"I do not agree," Ian protested "I believe that I can still help him, if only I am given the
time to do so."
"He has been free to have his way for far too long as it is, Ian. You have not stopped him yet.
What makes you think that you can now?" Jacob asked.
"Honestly, I have not seen him for over three hundred years; I have had no contact with him.
But I know that if I can talk to him and make him understand..."
"Ian," but Jacob was cut off by a voice coming from the darkness.
"Father?" the voice barely more than a whisper.
All turned to see who had interrupted their meeting. In the shadows stood a man. He was tall
and well built. His smell was one that many recognized.
Billy looked toward Ian, "Father, who is this?" he asked as he saw a smile come across the
older vampires face.
"An old friend, my dear boy, a very old and dear friend," Ian offered as he went to embrace Craig Parker.
The gasps of surprise that came from the collective group when the man emerged from the shadows, told Billy that this was no mere vampire, Billy could feel his strength.
The others came to meet him and Billy stayed back, something about the newcomer scared him.
"Father, I promised you that I would return. I have kept my promise."
"I had heard rumors that you had been destroyed, and yet here you stand; tell me, how is this
possible?"
"No, not destroyed merely hindered," Craig replied as he walked into the welcoming embrace.
With the arrival of Craig, the meeting just merely ceased, no out come had been reached and
Ian silently thanked what ever ruling forces that had just bought him time.
****
A few hours later Orlando and Elijah were patrolling the streets. They had been told to go back to
the scenes of the previous murders and just observe.
"And what exactly are we supposed to be observing?" Elijah asked his partner.
"Hmm, not exactly sure, but what the hell, at least we're out of the stuffy building," Orlando replied with a little chuckle.
They had just pulled up in front of an old abandoned factory and were parked looking over the
area.
"Hey Orli?" Elijah said softly.
"Hmm."
"I was wondering if maybe I could talk to you about something. I mean since we are
friends and all, you know."
"Elijah, you should know by now that you can talk to me about anything," came Orlando's reply.
Orlando turned to look at him. "So what's wrong?"
"Well, I was just thinking that we have become such good friends and I want us to be honest
with each other, I think I can trust you."
"Ok, 'Lijah; now you're worrying me," Orlando said.
"No, it's nothing like that....it's just that....oh hell, I don't even know how to say this."
"Elijah?"
"Okay, well here it goes, I'm.....well I'm, you know.....gay," Elijah said the word so soft that Orlando wasn't sure he had heard him right.
"Excuse me?" Orlando asked.
"You heard me, damnit Orlando; I said I'm gay," Elijah said, daring a look at his friend for
the first time since the conversation had started. Orlando was grinning.
"What the fuck? You're laughing at me?" Elijah said, sounding a little hurt.
"No, I'm not laughing at you, honest. I'm glad that there can be this kind of honesty between us,
there should be, and since you were so honest with me then I guess it's my turn. Elijah, I am too."
"You are what?" Elijah asked.
"I'm gay, you nut,"
"Really? Damn, Orli, no one would know."
"Well, I guess we're both pretty good at keeping secrets, you know?"
Elijah smiled and shook his head. But the smile faded as he looked out the window past Orlando.
"Orli, I think someone's over in the parking lot," Elijah pointed.
Both men got out of the car and headed across the almost deserted street to the empty parking lot.
The only things that were left in the lot were several empty trailers, a couple of beat-up dumpsters and an old forklift. They could see that kids had broken out several of the windows and had written on the walls.
"There," Elijah said, as he pointed back toward the old building.
Was that a person standing up against the building, or simply a play of the lights? They were
just too far away to be sure.
"What do you think?" Elijah asked "Should we split up, or stick together?"
"You take the right, I'll go this way. Elijah!" Orlando said, as the other man started off, "just be careful."
Elijah nodded and both men headed out in their directions. Orlando didn't like the feeling of this
place. It was incredibly dark. As he walked along he swore he could feel somebody watching him.
'Okay, Orlando, just calm down, there's nothing here,' he thought as he moved over by the empty
trailers. He was in between two when a movement caught his eye. He stopped. Out from under the trailer that he was closest to, a cat ran, making him jump.
"Fuck!" he exclaimed a little louder than he had intended. He softly laughed as the cat stopped
and glowered at him.
"Sorry about that," he said shaking his head as he left the feline standing behind him.
'Jesus...Orli, what the hell are you doing? Afraid of the boogie man or something,' he scolded
himself.
He continued down the next path between two more trailers when he heard footsteps; soft, almost inaudable.
'Alright, now that's no fucking cat,' he thought.
He felt his hand tighten on his gun as he moved forward; his nerves were taut as he approached the end of the trailers. He didn't see anyone, and he didn't hear the footsteps.
'This is fucking ridiculous,' he thought as he moved into the clear.
He proceeded down the next path between the trailers. as he reached almost the end nearest the
building he heard the steps again. This time they were behind him. He turned to face whoever
was there; no one.
Why had he told Elijah that they should split up, this really was no place to be alone in. He turned back toward the building when he felt two hands grab hold of his arms. They were incredibly strong as they squeezed him, forcing the gun to drop.
"Now, what is a beautiful creature like you, doing in a place like this?" a voice rasped in his ear.
He could feel the breath on his neck, he felt a tremor go through his body and the hairs on his arms rise.
"Orlando, it's so nice to see you again," came the voice teasingly.
"Too bad I can't say the same," Orlando said, angry at himself for the shakiness he heard in his
voice.
"Now, that's not very nice, after I sent you a present and all. Did you like it, baby?"
"Not really," was the short reply.
"Aww, that's disappointing. You seem like the kind of guy who would like roses," the man said
as he turned Orlando to face him.
Orlando looked closely at the man, taking in his features. Blue-grey eyes that sparkled at him, thin lips that were turned up in a smirk and a thin scar from his nose to his top lip, a cleft in his chin and a perfectly chiseled face.
The man's eyes seemed to look right through him, as the man spoke.
"Do you think you'll remember what I look like, beautiful?" the man chuckled.
"Oh, I'll remember, don't doubt that."
"Hmm, beautiful and confident, delightful baby, But I think you'll only remember what I want
you to," he said as he pushed Orlando up against the trailer behind him. He then captured the
young man's lips in a breathtaking kiss.
Orlando knew he should fight, he was trying, but he felt his body weaken as the mouth on his became hungrier. He felt as though the lips were draining him of any self control he might have had. When the man's hot tongue swiped his lips he felt his lips part as if on their own accord. He moaned as tongue met tongue, and his body was wracked with the strongest desire he had ever felt in his life.
"Mmm, delicious baby," the man rasped as he bent in and claimed Orlando's mouth once more.
Orlando felt his body press forward, seeking more contact from the other man. He felt his cock
throbbing against his now much tighter jeans. As if the man could read his mind, he pressed his body closer to Orlando's, rubbing ever so slightly. The soft moan that escaped Orlando's mouth didn't go unnoticed. The other man started rubbing harder against Orlando, their hardened members rubbing against each other and causing both men to gasp and moan.
"Hmm, like that do you, baby?" the man rasped in his ear. "Damn, so do I," he said without waiting for a response and shifted his postion.
"But do you know what I really want, my sweet? I want to fuck you; I want to feel you writhe
beneath me, baby. I want to inhale your moans; and I will, believe me, baby, I will.
I'm gonna shove my hot, hard cock deep inside you, until you scream for me, Orlando; until you
cry out and come so hard that you pass out," he said as he reached down between them and
undid Orlando's jeans, pulling them down just enough for Orlando's cock to spring free.
He looked at the face of the young man as his hand found its way to the flesh he had released.
"Fuck, baby; you really are quite gorgeous, aren't you? I can tell how much you love my touch on your skin, it shows on your face," he said and he looked down at Orlando's cock.
"Hmm, and other places as well I see. You're curious, aren't you baby? You wonder what my mouth would feel like, sucking and nibbling at your erection; swallowing you down my throat as I suck you in deeper and deeper. How about what my tongue would feel like as I lick at your hot, throbbing cock," he emphisied this statement with a swipe of his tongue along Orlando's neck, causing him to moan and shiver.
Perhaps you want to feel me lick at your sweet little ass, licking at your opening until you beg
me to fuck you; and beg me you will, that I promise. But I won't take you too soon, baby. I'll make you wait, until I am done having my fun, until I shove my tongue in and out of you, feeling your sweet surrender. Then and only then will I fuck you, hard and deep baby; I'll bet you'll come real hard for me won't you, lover," he moaned as he felt Orlando start to shake.
"That's right, baby; just give in to me," he softly whispered.
Orlando could feel his body trembling and felt the other man's hand wrapped around his cock. He felt his body reacting, and though he wanted very much to stop that hand from sliding up and down on his shaft, he couldn't. He had no power in his body to fight. He knew that if this man decided to kill him he couldn't stop him. It was unusual for Orlando to feel vulnerable, but it was frightening to think he could die right now, and there was nothing that he could do about
it.,
"Oh....fuck....please...." was all he could say as he felt himself on the verge of his orgasm.
The hand on his length started to speed up and the lips on his neck moved up until they found
his mouth. Orlando felt the other man's breath on his lips and heard a soft whimper he knew had come from his own lips.
"Come for me, baby, yes.... Come now, Orlando," the voice urged him.
Orlando's body obeyed. He felt his body scream out in the most earth shattering orgasm he had
ever felt. His body seemed to melt as he started to slide down the side of the trailer.
"No you don't," the man said with a chuckle as he caught him and helped him to stand back up. He could hear the man breathing near his ear as Orlando leaned into his embrace. He then felt the man pull back, felt his jeans pulled up and fastened, this somehow brought him back and his eyes fluttered open. The man leaned back in and kissed him.
"Do you want to know my name, lover? It's Viggo, but you won't tell, will you? I mean how
would it look? You letting me take your gun, and then there's trying to explain why you let
me get in to your pants. How would you explain that, baby?" Viggo asked with a throaty
little chuckle.
Viggo then leaned in again and kissed the young man's mouth, strong and hard.
"Remember my promise to fuck, you gorgeous. I will, but for now I have to go and you have some business to attend to." With that Viggo leaned in once again and kissed Orlando soundly, turned and simply walked away.
Orlando knew that Viggo had been right, There was no way he would ever be able to explain
what had really happened. He knew that letting Viggo take his gun would cost him his badge.
'What the fuck just happened?' He thought, 'Why didn't I try harder to fight the bastard off'.'
He looked around, 'And how the fuck does he vanish like that?'
He then heard Elijah calling to him, he looked down making sure that everything was back
in place.
'Did it even happened, or was it just some really messed up dream,' he wondered.
"Orlando!" he heard Elijah call once again. He turned toward the sound of his partners voice. He was a couple of trailers down from him, standing by an opened door.
"I'm right here," Orlando answered as he ran to meet Elijah.
As he approached, he noticed Elijah was looking down and had a sad look on his face.
"'Lijah, what have you got?"
"Orlando, did you see anyone?" Elijah asked him.
"No, no there isn't any one here," Orlando stated.
"Well there was, and it looks like he left us number nine."
Orlando looked down and laying just inside the door was the body of a young man. Tears instantly came to Orlando's eyes.
"Jeff, oh shit, no," Orlando said as he knelt down by the body of his friend.
"Jeff Curtis? Elijah asked, "wait wasn't he, shit! Orlando I'm so sorry," Elijah said as he
placed his hand on Orlando's shoulder.
"Fuck! I have been trying to get this kid off the streets for almost two years, 'Lijah. I was supposed to meet with him tomorrow. Why the hell did it have to be him?" Orlando broke and the tears started to fall faster.
"Shh, it's ok, come on Orli," Elijah said trying to coax the other man back to the car.
After a short time Elijah heard the sirens and went to meet the other officers as they arrived.
The Medical Examiner's car pulled in as well. Sean got out and went to Elijah.
"Where's Orli?" he demanded.
Elijah looked at him, and pointed back toward the building.
"I couldn't get him to come with me," he replied.
Orlando sat with Jeff not wanting to leave the kid alone.
"Orlando?" he heard and felt a hand on his shoulder, looking up he saw Sean.
"Sean," Orlando said with new tears flooding his eyes. "He was just a kid."
"I know, baby, I know," Sean whispered. "Come on, let's get out of here and let them do their job."
He helped Orlando to his feet and together they walked away from the crime scene.
"Detective Bloom?"
Orlando turned and faced the voice that called his name. Chief Bernard Hill stood by a car.
"I need to know what the fuck happened?" he said.
Orlando looked at him, shook his head and walked over to his own vehicle. He didn't want to talk about this now, he needed a little time to compose himself. His head fell against the steering wheel as the tears once more started to fall. Elijah came back to the car and opened the driver's door.
"Orli, let me drive, okay?" he asked softly.
Orlando didn't say anything, he just got out and went over to the other side and got back in the car. The silence was thick as they made their way back to headquarters. Both men lost in their own deep and pain-filled memories. Finally they pulled up and parked in front of the station. Orlando got out and headed up the steps he didn't want to go inside.
'Too many fucking questions that I can't answer,' he thought sadly.
They hadn't noticed the darkly dressed man that had been waiting for them.
Authoe:
mamashopeBeta: The incredible
romanabunny Thanks hon.Pairing: Viggo/Orlando
Rating: R
Warning: Strong sexual content and language.
Feed Back: Yes please It inspires me to write.
Summary: With all that has happened What more can poor Orlando deal with.
Disclaimer: this is not real, never happened I have never met the guys and am making no profit.
Banner made by the very taleted
teamane You are as wonderful as the work that you create.The Blood Red Rose
Part 5/?
Jeff Curtis decided the only real place he had left to go to was the bridge and that was on the
east end of town. He knew it wouldn't be very warm, but at least it would be dry. He started to
head down Jessic Ave, which would lead him to Main St.
'Just for tonight, I'll have some money tomorrow when Detective Bloom and I meet,' Jeff
thought to himself moodily.
***
Jeff had met Orlando two years ago, when he was caught selling drugs to an undercover cop.
Orlando hadn't judged him; he really seemed to care about Jeff. He had helped him out a lot.
And they began to meet two or three times a week for a meal and just to talk. Jeff had never
thought that there were people who really gave a shit about some kid down on his luck, but
Orlando was different. He even tried to help Jeff find a job, but every time he found one and they found out about his past, they decided that he wouldn't work. He remembered Orlando telling off one of his ex-bosses. Orlando had promised to be his friend and he had held true to that promise.
***
Jeff was startled from his thoughts by a sound. What had he heard? Footsteps? He stopped to
listen, but no sound met his waiting ears.
'What the fuck is wrong with you?' he thought, chastising himself for being scared as he continued on his way.
But suddenly there they were again, the footsteps closing in behind him. He knew that he had
heard them this time; step, step, step; just slightly out of sync with his own. He started walking
quicker. The rain was steadily falling and the damn footsteps just kept coming. Jeff turned; he
needed to see who was there. Turning he caught sight of a tall figure dressed in a
black trench coat and a black hat. The figure was closing the distance between them quickly.
'Fuck!' Jeff thought frantically as he began running. He was scared, more scared than he had
ever been in his life.
****
The Cemetery was dark and silent as the clans began to gather. "Where is Father?" Several
members asked. "He knows how important this meeting is." But just as the questions started,
Ian walked from the shadows.
"Good evening everyone. Please forgive us, we were detained," He said with a smile.
****
Jeff's chest hurt from running, his legs felt like rubber and he knew they were about to give out.
But he didn't dare give in to the needs of his body; he knew somehow that if he stopped that
the stranger following him would catch him. He ran from street to street hoping to find someplace
where he could hide, but every fucking door he came to was locked.
The footsteps still following, echoing in the night around him.
At 18, Jeff had seen a lot of bad shit, he had experienced fear, but not like this. He found himself
running down side streets and alleys which cut through to other streets. Blinded by his own
panic he could hardly make out the names. He just kept running, hoping to somehow make it
to Main St and stopping only to catch his breath.
And still the footsteps echoed in their pursuit.
"Main St," he cried out in his excitement.
He had somehow been going the right way, not sure how but grateful just the same. He looked
up and down the street. About a block and a half away he saw a neon light glowing bright.
The Police Department. 'Orlando, yes, he'll help me,' Jeff thought as he headed toward the
beacon, shining bright.
He started running once again and came to the corner right across from the station, when out
of the dark a hand grabbed him by his throat.
"Noooo," his scream broke the silence of the rainy night.
****
The meeting was in full heat, the conversation consisted of what was to be done about
Viggo. The general consensus was that he should be destroyed right away, before the humans
figured out what was going on.
Jacob, one of the clan leaders, stood and presented his argument.
"Viggo must not be allowed to continue, we have survived since the beginning of time.
We have lived among human kind."
"You mean we have fed off of human kind," Ian corrected.
"Very well, yes they have been our source of food, but we have been careful not to let them
know this fact," Jacob continued.
"And now Viggo puts us in the position where we have to destroy him. He leaves us no choice."
"I do not agree," Ian protested "I believe that I can still help him, if only I am given the
time to do so."
"He has been free to have his way for far too long as it is, Ian. You have not stopped him yet.
What makes you think that you can now?" Jacob asked.
"Honestly, I have not seen him for over three hundred years; I have had no contact with him.
But I know that if I can talk to him and make him understand..."
"Ian," but Jacob was cut off by a voice coming from the darkness.
"Father?" the voice barely more than a whisper.
All turned to see who had interrupted their meeting. In the shadows stood a man. He was tall
and well built. His smell was one that many recognized.
Billy looked toward Ian, "Father, who is this?" he asked as he saw a smile come across the
older vampires face.
"An old friend, my dear boy, a very old and dear friend," Ian offered as he went to embrace Craig Parker.
The gasps of surprise that came from the collective group when the man emerged from the shadows, told Billy that this was no mere vampire, Billy could feel his strength.
The others came to meet him and Billy stayed back, something about the newcomer scared him.
"Father, I promised you that I would return. I have kept my promise."
"I had heard rumors that you had been destroyed, and yet here you stand; tell me, how is this
possible?"
"No, not destroyed merely hindered," Craig replied as he walked into the welcoming embrace.
With the arrival of Craig, the meeting just merely ceased, no out come had been reached and
Ian silently thanked what ever ruling forces that had just bought him time.
****
A few hours later Orlando and Elijah were patrolling the streets. They had been told to go back to
the scenes of the previous murders and just observe.
"And what exactly are we supposed to be observing?" Elijah asked his partner.
"Hmm, not exactly sure, but what the hell, at least we're out of the stuffy building," Orlando replied with a little chuckle.
They had just pulled up in front of an old abandoned factory and were parked looking over the
area.
"Hey Orli?" Elijah said softly.
"Hmm."
"I was wondering if maybe I could talk to you about something. I mean since we are
friends and all, you know."
"Elijah, you should know by now that you can talk to me about anything," came Orlando's reply.
Orlando turned to look at him. "So what's wrong?"
"Well, I was just thinking that we have become such good friends and I want us to be honest
with each other, I think I can trust you."
"Ok, 'Lijah; now you're worrying me," Orlando said.
"No, it's nothing like that....it's just that....oh hell, I don't even know how to say this."
"Elijah?"
"Okay, well here it goes, I'm.....well I'm, you know.....gay," Elijah said the word so soft that Orlando wasn't sure he had heard him right.
"Excuse me?" Orlando asked.
"You heard me, damnit Orlando; I said I'm gay," Elijah said, daring a look at his friend for
the first time since the conversation had started. Orlando was grinning.
"What the fuck? You're laughing at me?" Elijah said, sounding a little hurt.
"No, I'm not laughing at you, honest. I'm glad that there can be this kind of honesty between us,
there should be, and since you were so honest with me then I guess it's my turn. Elijah, I am too."
"You are what?" Elijah asked.
"I'm gay, you nut,"
"Really? Damn, Orli, no one would know."
"Well, I guess we're both pretty good at keeping secrets, you know?"
Elijah smiled and shook his head. But the smile faded as he looked out the window past Orlando.
"Orli, I think someone's over in the parking lot," Elijah pointed.
Both men got out of the car and headed across the almost deserted street to the empty parking lot.
The only things that were left in the lot were several empty trailers, a couple of beat-up dumpsters and an old forklift. They could see that kids had broken out several of the windows and had written on the walls.
"There," Elijah said, as he pointed back toward the old building.
Was that a person standing up against the building, or simply a play of the lights? They were
just too far away to be sure.
"What do you think?" Elijah asked "Should we split up, or stick together?"
"You take the right, I'll go this way. Elijah!" Orlando said, as the other man started off, "just be careful."
Elijah nodded and both men headed out in their directions. Orlando didn't like the feeling of this
place. It was incredibly dark. As he walked along he swore he could feel somebody watching him.
'Okay, Orlando, just calm down, there's nothing here,' he thought as he moved over by the empty
trailers. He was in between two when a movement caught his eye. He stopped. Out from under the trailer that he was closest to, a cat ran, making him jump.
"Fuck!" he exclaimed a little louder than he had intended. He softly laughed as the cat stopped
and glowered at him.
"Sorry about that," he said shaking his head as he left the feline standing behind him.
'Jesus...Orli, what the hell are you doing? Afraid of the boogie man or something,' he scolded
himself.
He continued down the next path between two more trailers when he heard footsteps; soft, almost inaudable.
'Alright, now that's no fucking cat,' he thought.
He felt his hand tighten on his gun as he moved forward; his nerves were taut as he approached the end of the trailers. He didn't see anyone, and he didn't hear the footsteps.
'This is fucking ridiculous,' he thought as he moved into the clear.
He proceeded down the next path between the trailers. as he reached almost the end nearest the
building he heard the steps again. This time they were behind him. He turned to face whoever
was there; no one.
Why had he told Elijah that they should split up, this really was no place to be alone in. He turned back toward the building when he felt two hands grab hold of his arms. They were incredibly strong as they squeezed him, forcing the gun to drop.
"Now, what is a beautiful creature like you, doing in a place like this?" a voice rasped in his ear.
He could feel the breath on his neck, he felt a tremor go through his body and the hairs on his arms rise.
"Orlando, it's so nice to see you again," came the voice teasingly.
"Too bad I can't say the same," Orlando said, angry at himself for the shakiness he heard in his
voice.
"Now, that's not very nice, after I sent you a present and all. Did you like it, baby?"
"Not really," was the short reply.
"Aww, that's disappointing. You seem like the kind of guy who would like roses," the man said
as he turned Orlando to face him.
Orlando looked closely at the man, taking in his features. Blue-grey eyes that sparkled at him, thin lips that were turned up in a smirk and a thin scar from his nose to his top lip, a cleft in his chin and a perfectly chiseled face.
The man's eyes seemed to look right through him, as the man spoke.
"Do you think you'll remember what I look like, beautiful?" the man chuckled.
"Oh, I'll remember, don't doubt that."
"Hmm, beautiful and confident, delightful baby, But I think you'll only remember what I want
you to," he said as he pushed Orlando up against the trailer behind him. He then captured the
young man's lips in a breathtaking kiss.
Orlando knew he should fight, he was trying, but he felt his body weaken as the mouth on his became hungrier. He felt as though the lips were draining him of any self control he might have had. When the man's hot tongue swiped his lips he felt his lips part as if on their own accord. He moaned as tongue met tongue, and his body was wracked with the strongest desire he had ever felt in his life.
"Mmm, delicious baby," the man rasped as he bent in and claimed Orlando's mouth once more.
Orlando felt his body press forward, seeking more contact from the other man. He felt his cock
throbbing against his now much tighter jeans. As if the man could read his mind, he pressed his body closer to Orlando's, rubbing ever so slightly. The soft moan that escaped Orlando's mouth didn't go unnoticed. The other man started rubbing harder against Orlando, their hardened members rubbing against each other and causing both men to gasp and moan.
"Hmm, like that do you, baby?" the man rasped in his ear. "Damn, so do I," he said without waiting for a response and shifted his postion.
"But do you know what I really want, my sweet? I want to fuck you; I want to feel you writhe
beneath me, baby. I want to inhale your moans; and I will, believe me, baby, I will.
I'm gonna shove my hot, hard cock deep inside you, until you scream for me, Orlando; until you
cry out and come so hard that you pass out," he said as he reached down between them and
undid Orlando's jeans, pulling them down just enough for Orlando's cock to spring free.
He looked at the face of the young man as his hand found its way to the flesh he had released.
"Fuck, baby; you really are quite gorgeous, aren't you? I can tell how much you love my touch on your skin, it shows on your face," he said and he looked down at Orlando's cock.
"Hmm, and other places as well I see. You're curious, aren't you baby? You wonder what my mouth would feel like, sucking and nibbling at your erection; swallowing you down my throat as I suck you in deeper and deeper. How about what my tongue would feel like as I lick at your hot, throbbing cock," he emphisied this statement with a swipe of his tongue along Orlando's neck, causing him to moan and shiver.
Perhaps you want to feel me lick at your sweet little ass, licking at your opening until you beg
me to fuck you; and beg me you will, that I promise. But I won't take you too soon, baby. I'll make you wait, until I am done having my fun, until I shove my tongue in and out of you, feeling your sweet surrender. Then and only then will I fuck you, hard and deep baby; I'll bet you'll come real hard for me won't you, lover," he moaned as he felt Orlando start to shake.
"That's right, baby; just give in to me," he softly whispered.
Orlando could feel his body trembling and felt the other man's hand wrapped around his cock. He felt his body reacting, and though he wanted very much to stop that hand from sliding up and down on his shaft, he couldn't. He had no power in his body to fight. He knew that if this man decided to kill him he couldn't stop him. It was unusual for Orlando to feel vulnerable, but it was frightening to think he could die right now, and there was nothing that he could do about
it.,
"Oh....fuck....please...." was all he could say as he felt himself on the verge of his orgasm.
The hand on his length started to speed up and the lips on his neck moved up until they found
his mouth. Orlando felt the other man's breath on his lips and heard a soft whimper he knew had come from his own lips.
"Come for me, baby, yes.... Come now, Orlando," the voice urged him.
Orlando's body obeyed. He felt his body scream out in the most earth shattering orgasm he had
ever felt. His body seemed to melt as he started to slide down the side of the trailer.
"No you don't," the man said with a chuckle as he caught him and helped him to stand back up. He could hear the man breathing near his ear as Orlando leaned into his embrace. He then felt the man pull back, felt his jeans pulled up and fastened, this somehow brought him back and his eyes fluttered open. The man leaned back in and kissed him.
"Do you want to know my name, lover? It's Viggo, but you won't tell, will you? I mean how
would it look? You letting me take your gun, and then there's trying to explain why you let
me get in to your pants. How would you explain that, baby?" Viggo asked with a throaty
little chuckle.
Viggo then leaned in again and kissed the young man's mouth, strong and hard.
"Remember my promise to fuck, you gorgeous. I will, but for now I have to go and you have some business to attend to." With that Viggo leaned in once again and kissed Orlando soundly, turned and simply walked away.
Orlando knew that Viggo had been right, There was no way he would ever be able to explain
what had really happened. He knew that letting Viggo take his gun would cost him his badge.
'What the fuck just happened?' He thought, 'Why didn't I try harder to fight the bastard off'.'
He looked around, 'And how the fuck does he vanish like that?'
He then heard Elijah calling to him, he looked down making sure that everything was back
in place.
'Did it even happened, or was it just some really messed up dream,' he wondered.
"Orlando!" he heard Elijah call once again. He turned toward the sound of his partners voice. He was a couple of trailers down from him, standing by an opened door.
"I'm right here," Orlando answered as he ran to meet Elijah.
As he approached, he noticed Elijah was looking down and had a sad look on his face.
"'Lijah, what have you got?"
"Orlando, did you see anyone?" Elijah asked him.
"No, no there isn't any one here," Orlando stated.
"Well there was, and it looks like he left us number nine."
Orlando looked down and laying just inside the door was the body of a young man. Tears instantly came to Orlando's eyes.
"Jeff, oh shit, no," Orlando said as he knelt down by the body of his friend.
"Jeff Curtis? Elijah asked, "wait wasn't he, shit! Orlando I'm so sorry," Elijah said as he
placed his hand on Orlando's shoulder.
"Fuck! I have been trying to get this kid off the streets for almost two years, 'Lijah. I was supposed to meet with him tomorrow. Why the hell did it have to be him?" Orlando broke and the tears started to fall faster.
"Shh, it's ok, come on Orli," Elijah said trying to coax the other man back to the car.
After a short time Elijah heard the sirens and went to meet the other officers as they arrived.
The Medical Examiner's car pulled in as well. Sean got out and went to Elijah.
"Where's Orli?" he demanded.
Elijah looked at him, and pointed back toward the building.
"I couldn't get him to come with me," he replied.
Orlando sat with Jeff not wanting to leave the kid alone.
"Orlando?" he heard and felt a hand on his shoulder, looking up he saw Sean.
"Sean," Orlando said with new tears flooding his eyes. "He was just a kid."
"I know, baby, I know," Sean whispered. "Come on, let's get out of here and let them do their job."
He helped Orlando to his feet and together they walked away from the crime scene.
"Detective Bloom?"
Orlando turned and faced the voice that called his name. Chief Bernard Hill stood by a car.
"I need to know what the fuck happened?" he said.
Orlando looked at him, shook his head and walked over to his own vehicle. He didn't want to talk about this now, he needed a little time to compose himself. His head fell against the steering wheel as the tears once more started to fall. Elijah came back to the car and opened the driver's door.
"Orli, let me drive, okay?" he asked softly.
Orlando didn't say anything, he just got out and went over to the other side and got back in the car. The silence was thick as they made their way back to headquarters. Both men lost in their own deep and pain-filled memories. Finally they pulled up and parked in front of the station. Orlando got out and headed up the steps he didn't want to go inside.
'Too many fucking questions that I can't answer,' he thought sadly.
They hadn't noticed the darkly dressed man that had been waiting for them.
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Date: 2006-02-07 10:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-07 11:32 am (UTC)Thanks for reading and for the fb.
hugs.
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Date: 2006-02-07 11:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-07 11:47 am (UTC)Yes Orlando has much yet to endure. Viggo wants to break him.Hmm, I have to wonder myself if that will happen(evil grin). Keep in mind that all that our lovely vampire has been through has made him cold and uncaring.
But what might happen if that coldness were too melt????
Posting my next chapter today or tomorrow.
Thanks for your great fb it really does help.
loves and hugs.
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Date: 2006-02-07 01:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-07 03:17 pm (UTC)Yeah Viggo does make an incredibly SEXY,evil vampire. I'm so gald to know that you're enjoying hon. Thanks for the fb, it makes my day.
loves and hugs.
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Date: 2006-02-07 02:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-07 03:14 pm (UTC)hugs.
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Date: 2006-02-08 01:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-08 01:31 am (UTC)hugs for the wonderful fb.