Fic: Bad Things (13/16)
Title: Bad Things (13/16)
Author: jenlynn820
Pairing: Viggo Mortensen/Orlando Bloom
Rating: NC17
Warnings: AU, violence, blood, vampires, minor character death.
Summary: Vampires live among us. Getting involved with one of them is probably not the brightest thing SAC Viggo Mortensen ever did.
Disclaimer: I don't know Orlando or Viggo and none of this ever happened anywhere but in my head.
Beta: eruberueth
Notes: This story was my Nanowrimo project for 2008. Title from the song "Bad Things" by Jace Everett. I've pretty much borrowed elements from a lot of different Vampire books including Anne Rice but mostly this was inspired by Charlaine Harris' Southern Vampire Series and the HBO series True Blood.
Bonus Music: I've been meaning to give you the song I named the fic after, which is the theme of the series 'True Blood' as well. click to download 'Bad Things' by Jace Everett
Previous Chapters: 1-12
Chapter 13
The game was indeed over. Orlando moved faster than Viggo could see with his poor human vision. He had Ben by the collar again, slamming the stunned vampire against the wall once more. The shock of Orlando’s arrival wore off though and Ben got to his feet. He laughed, approaching Orlando slowly.
Orlando moved a bit to the side as they rounded on each other, in a kind of dance. “You finally figured it out, huh?” Ben said, smirking. “Took you long enough. Although admittedly, I thought it would take a while longer. You were always a touch slow.”
Orlando nodded. “And you are predictable to the last. Although I do admit that I should have thought of it sooner. The Keeling Hotel. Our flat in London was on Keeling Street. I didn’t know you were this sentimental for our bygone days.”
“Aren’t you?” Ben said, inching closer. “That’s why I’m here. I’ve missed you.” Ben’s voice was soft, his face, too, the menace seeming to fade in an instant.
Now it was Orlando’s turn to laugh. “You think I’m that stupid. You think I’m going to believe that all this was some misguided attempt to show me you still love me?”
Ben shook his head. “Love you? I never loved you. Maybe the boy I was. The human being so entranced by the dashing young actor. But that boy is dead. I am what you made. What you fashioned from his life with death and blood. But after all these years I’ve finally realized that I don’t hate you for it.”
“You don’t,” Orlando said.
“No. I like this life. I like the power. I like watching people die. Watching them suffer. Your boyfriend’s screams were particularly sweet in my ears. Not as sweet as his blood…”
Orlando advanced on Ben. “So if you don’t hate me why all this?”
“I told you. I miss you. When you let go... when you stop pretending you’re one of them and admit you’re one of us-like you did when we tore through London and Paris all those years ago… you have to admit it was fun.”
Orlando glanced back at Viggo. “Yes, it was. Those first few heady decades when we were a law unto ourselves,” he said, looking back at Ben.
“Yes. Nothing and no one held us back. And I’ve yet to find a better partner in destruction and death than you. I came here to free you. This isn’t us,” Ben said. “Putting on airs. Pretending their laws matter.” Ben walked over to Viggo, standing behind him. Viggo groaned as Ben caressed the uninjured side of his neck. “Pretending they matter. They’re cattle. Sheep. Food. Nothing more.”
Orlando took a few steps over to Ben. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe I do lie to myself. Maybe all I want is to give in to the hunger…”
Ben walked over to Orlando. “We could do it again. We can paint the world red with blood. You and me. Just like old times,” Ben said, running his hand down Orlando’s chest.
“We could. Or you could just die,” Orlando said. Ben’s eyes went wide for a split second as Orlando kicked him in the gut hard enough to send him crashing down several feet from Viggo’s barstool. Orlando was on the vampire again as they fought in earnest now, trading blows.
Viggo watched as the two preternatural beings beat each other bloody. He worked hard on the ropes on his wrists and a few seconds later had them loose enough to slip out of. He looked over and saw that Orlando and Ben were far too preoccupied to see that he’d freed his hands. Viggo worked quickly to undo the ropes on his legs. He got off the barstool and swayed to the side, fighting hard to swallow the moans that wanted to escape his throat. The stab wound to his stomach hurt like hell. He looked around the dark room and saw his holster and gun sitting on a small table. He made his way to it and took the gun into his hand. His hand shook as he aimed the gun at Ben. They moved too fast though, dark heads a blur, still fighting, and he wasn’t sure he would hit Ben and not Orlando.
Orlando landed a good kick to Ben’s gut but Ben got the upper hand, holding Orlando by his hair and forcing him to his knees. He had his long sword in his hand. “You are such a fucking fool. They will turn on you. They’re our enemies,” Ben said. “We could’ve had the world.”
“It’s not our world, Ben. It’s theirs,” Orlando choked. “And you turned on me a long time ago.”
“You killed me a long time ago,” Ben said. “And now I am going to return the favor.” Ben raised the sword with a flourish.
Before the sword could come down several shots rang out. The silver blade fell to the floor with a clang. Ben’s mouth opened to speak or scream but nothing came out. The vampire fell to the ground in a heap. Viggo staggered over, still holding his gun on the vampire. “Told you I’d kill you,” he said, looking straight into Ben’s near black eyes.
Viggo turned to Orlando then, holding his hand out to the vampire. Orlando took it and Viggo helped him to his feet. “You look like shit,” Viggo said.
“You look worse,” Orlando said, looking at the blood stain that grew bigger by the second on Viggo’s shirt.
“I’m gonna pass out in about a minute I think,” Viggo said, wobbling.
Orlando held onto Viggo so the man didn’t fall. “We need to fix this now or you won’t live,” the vampire said.
Viggo nodded. He knew that was true. “I don’t want to be a vampire,” he said.
Orlando laughed. “I don’t want you to be one,” he said. “I’ll give you a little blood now, to start the healing. Then we’ll go to my place.”
“Your place. Wow… I guess we’re really getting serious now,” he quipped.
Orlando smiled before biting into his own wrist and pressing it to Viggo’s lips. “Drink.”
Viggo moaned, holding onto Orlando as he sucked on the vampire’s blood. The taste, the scent, the essence of Orlando flooded through him. After a few long minutes Orlando pulled back. He ripped into his own flesh again and then tore Viggo’s shirt open, spreading a little of the blood on the knife wound. Viggo felt better, less wobbly but still weak. “Can we get out here?” he said.
Orlando nodded. “One last thing though,” he said, picking up Ben’s sword. He looked down at the vampire whose eyes were still open. “You’re not dead yet. If you were you’d be decomposing right before our eyes. I don’t know if you can hear me. I hope you can. I loved you. And… and I’m so sorry for everything,” Orlando said. He swung the sword and in one motion cut the vampire’s head off. He stepped back and dropped the sword to the ground. He turned to Viggo.
Viggo could see blood red tears standing in Orlando’s eyes. “Ready?” he said.
Orlando nodded. He wrapped an arm behind Viggo’s back to support him. “Let’s get out of here,” he said.
“Amen to that,” Viggo said.
*****
After a lot more blood Viggo and Orlando had curled up together in the vampire’s bed and fallen asleep. Viggo got up once around 1 pm and made a call to work, giving them a quick run down of what happened, leaving out a few things he didn’t think they needed to know and telling them where to find Ben’s remains. He said he’d be in tomorrow and ended the call. He went right back to sleep.
It was the next night when Viggo woke up. He only knew this thanks to the large clock that hung on the wall opposite the bed he was laying on. Orlando had brought him here on the back of his Ducati after they’d left the Keeling Hotel. There were so many doors and security measures to go through before they’d reached this small apartment that Viggo wondered if he could get out again if he had to. Probably not. The fact that that didn’t bother him should have been worrying. But it wasn’t.
Viggo sat up in bed and stretched. He was in a pair of black pajama pants that belonged to Orlando. He looked at his stomach, touching the healed skin. It really was like magic. He wondered how his back looked. Some of the marks Ben left on him might have been healed too. He touched his neck and that skin felt smooth as well.
Viggo looked over at Orlando now. The vampire was the picture of serenity, lying on his side, eyes closed. His skin was whiter than usual, probably due to all the blood he’d given Viggo. More than was probably necessary he’d said, just to be sure. It was a strange thing to wake up in bed with Orlando and it was a first. He wondered if it would be the last. He hoped not.
Viggo reached a hand out and touched Orlando’s cheek. He was as cold as death but he always was. The vampire’s eyes fluttered open. “Good…evening,” Viggo said.
Orlando smiled. “You’re still here,” he said.
“Yeah. But you knew I’d be. This place is like a fortress, I doubt I could get out even if I wanted to,” Viggo said.
“Do you want to?” Orlando asked.
Viggo leaned down and kissed Orlando’s mouth. “Nope.”
“Good… but just the same you’re not my prisoner. I’ll get you keys and the codes to the alarms,” he said.
“You’d trust me with all that?”
“Of course. You trusted me to sleep beside me; locked up… even after I brought Ben into your life… he almost killed you.”
“We all have shitty ex-boyfriends,” Viggo said. “Granted mine aren’t psychopaths but… you know, it happens…”
Orlando sat up. He ran his fingers carefully over Viggo’s belly, then his neck. “Turn,” he whispered. Viggo did without question. “I’m sorry-some of these scars won’t heal…”
Viggo shivered as the vampire’s fingers moved gently over his back. “I lived to tell the tale. I can deal with a few scars,” Viggo murmured.
He felt Orlando move closer, felt the vampire’s arms wrap around him. Orlando’s lips were on his back, moving slowly against what he imagined were the lines that Ben left until finally he felt the vampire’s mouth on the side of his neck, kissing him tenderly. “I want you to know I would have cut his head off just for touching you…” he rasped.
Viggo felt his cock twitch. “That is amazingly sexy… not sure I should be turned on by it but…”
A low throaty chuckle fell from Orlando’s lips. “Did you call your office?”
“Yeah, I woke up in the afternoon and checked in. I’m sure they’re dying to know what happened,” he said.
“Will you tell them everything?”
Viggo chuckled. “I’ll tell them everything they need to know,” he said.
Orlando’s lips slid along the side of Viggo’s neck until he began to suck softly on the man’s ear lobe. “I need to feed,” he whispered.
“Oh… um, sure…” Viggo said.
Orlando laughed. “Not on you. You’re still recovering,” he said. “I was just trying to say I need to go into the kitchen and microwave some blood.”
“Oh, right,” Viggo said, laughing a little uneasily. Orlando let go of him and Viggo turned. “I don’t suppose you have any human food here.”
“No, but I can make a call and have something here in fifteen minutes. You need to eat,” Orlando said.
“Yeah, I think I do,” Viggo said. “You do have a bathroom though, right?”
Orlando smiled. “Yes, completely functional. Shower, too. Right through there,” he said, pointing to a door.
“I’m going to go take care of that then…”
Orlando nodded and leaned forward, kissing Viggo’s mouth. “Meet me in the kitchen.”
Viggo said he would. He watched Orlando leave the room and got out of bed slowly. He put his feet on the floor and stood up. He was pleased that he didn’t feel like he was going to fall over. Viggo made his way into the bathroom. After taking care of what he had to and a pretty long hot shower he emerged in a towel. He rummaged through an armoire in the bedroom until he found a pair of track pants and a black t-shirt. Viggo got dressed and padded into the kitchen.
Orlando was sitting at a table, drinking out of a mug. Liv was sitting across from him and there was a paper bag on the table. “Liv, making a few extra bucks as a delivery girl?” Viggo said.
Liv looked over, her long black hair swinging as she turned her head. “Times are tough,” she said.
Viggo smirked. He opened the bag and found a turkey sandwich, a container of what looked like pea soup and a bottle of Pepsi. “Thanks,” he said. Before now he might have felt squeamish about watching Orlando drink blood while he had a sandwich but far too much had gone on for that. Viggo sat in a chair next to Orlando and began to eat.
They were quiet for a few minutes when Viggo looked at Liv. “I forgot about the fire,” he said. He looked at Orlando. “The news said two vampires died at the club.”
Orlando nodded. “Yes. I had two of my employees watching the place just in case. Sadly they perished.”
“I’m sorry,” Viggo said.
“Funny, I actually believe you are,” Liv said.
“Liv,” Orlando said reproachfully.
“What? It was a compliment. I’m starting to like this human,” she said with a smile that was probably meant to be reassuring but was a little frightening.
“I’m starting to like you, too,” Viggo laughed.
Orlando smiled. “Liv, I need you to take care of those errands we discussed,” he said.
She nodded and stood. “You just want to get rid of me so you can fuck,” she said.
“That, too,” Orlando smirked.
“Call if you need anything else. Except more take out for him. I may like you, human, but I’m not your delivery girl,” she said.
“You were tonight,” Viggo pointed out.
“Special circumstances,” she said with a wink. “Good evening.”
“Bye, Liv,” Orlando said.
When she was gone Viggo looked at Orlando. “Errands? Anything I need to know about?”
“Um, just some things about American Gothic,” Orlando said.
“Do you plan on rebuilding?”
“I don’t know yet, I have to go there and see it… I’m not sure it’s worth it,” Orlando said, swallowing the rest of the mug’s contents before getting up and rinsing it in the sink.
“Why wouldn’t it be? You seemed to like owning it,” Viggo said.
Orlando turned around. “Yeah,” he said.
Viggo finished his food and got up from the table, going over to Orlando. He wrapped his arms around his waist. “What’s up?”
“I wonder if Ben is right. Am I really lying to myself…”
“You told me you agonized over every single person you killed,” Viggo said.
“I did,” Orlando said.
“Then you’re not lying to yourself. You’re who you are,” Viggo said.
“And what am I?”
“A vampire who defies his nature, who makes his own rules,” he said. “And the man I love.”
Orlando smiled. “I thought you’d never say it,” he said.
“Yeah, well, neither did I so… don’t gloat,” he said, kissing Orlando’s mouth. They kissed deeply, hungrily.
“Me, gloat? Never,” Orlando said, pulling Viggo with him through the hall and back towards the bedroom.
They discarded their clothes along the way before tumbling down onto the bed together. Viggo moved his hands over the vampire’s skin. He was warm from feeding, his skin felt soft and supple beneath Viggo’s fingertips. Orlando’s mouth crashed down on his, his tongue seeking the heat of Viggo’s mouth.
Viggo moaned as Orlando’s cock rubbed against his own. He dragged his nails down Orlando’s back. Their eyes met and he saw the fire that literally burned in the vampire’s eyes. Orlando touched a hand to Viggo’s cheek. “Did he touch you?” he asked.
Viggo knew what Orlando meant. “No. He threatened but… but no,” he said. Viggo watched Orlando’s jaw clench.
“But he drank from you,” the vampire hissed. “You are mine.”
Viggo shivered. “I am. I’m yours.”
Orlando’s hand moved down Viggo’s side, slipping between his legs. He stroked the man’s cock, squeezing it, bringing Viggo to full hardness. Viggo whimpered. “Wrap your legs around me.”
Viggo complied. He moaned and bucked his hips as Orlando continued stroking him. He watched the vampire reach to the nightstand with his free hand and dig into a drawer until he found a small tube. Viggo took it from Orlando’s hand and poured some of the gel into his fingers. He wrapped his hand around the vampire’s hard flesh, coating him before guiding Orlando’s cock against his body. “I’m yours,” Viggo said, his voice soft.
“Yes, yes you are,” Orlando hissed, slamming into Viggo’s body. They both screamed at the pleasure, the pain, the heat. Orlando lowered his head and sucked softly on Viggo’s throat, remaining still inside the man.
Viggo’s heart pounded. He brought his hands against Orlando’s back, sliding them down, gripping the vampire’s ass. He squeezed his muscles around Orlando’s cock and earned a rumbling moan. “Yours,” he whispered.
Orlando’s head reared back. His eyes were a darker red, passion and hunger roiled in them. “Mine,” he rasped and started to rock his hips. The pace was demanding, every thrust was hard and deep. Orlando cradled Viggo’s skull in his hands, used his tongue to lick along the line of Viggo’s neck. He chanted mine over and over again.
Viggo rocked his body along with Orlando’s. He cried out when the vampire shifted the angle and connected with his gland. Pleasure flooded through him, erasing the hurt Ben had caused. He ran his fingers through Orlando’s soft curls. He turned his head a little to give Orlando better access. “Drink, please…” he murmured.
Orlando lifted his head. He bared his fangs and sunk them into Viggo’s neck. Viggo stiffened beneath Orlando. The vampire quickened the tempo, thrusting deeper, more brutally. He brought his lips against Viggo’s and the man could taste his own blood. He arched his back and reached for Orlando’s hand, finding it and pulling it between his own legs. Orlando took the hint and wrapped his fist around Viggo’s hard flesh, jerking and tugging on him as their bodies maintained a feverish, punishing rhythm.
Viggo let out a howl as he came, head falling back against the pillows. Orlando continued to drive into his body until he felt the vampire find his own release before sinking down against him. Viggo was breathing hard. He ran a shaky hand down Orlando’s back. His eyes were closed. He felt something hot against his neck and knew Orlando was healing the puncture marks. He looked at the vampire.
Orlando had a tender look on his face. “I’m yours as well. Your servant. Bound to you,” the vampire rasped.
Viggo wrapped a hand behind his neck and kissed him softly. “Say it,” Viggo breathed.
“I love you,” Orlando murmured as they began to kiss again.
~tbc~
Author: jenlynn820
Pairing: Viggo Mortensen/Orlando Bloom
Rating: NC17
Warnings: AU, violence, blood, vampires, minor character death.
Summary: Vampires live among us. Getting involved with one of them is probably not the brightest thing SAC Viggo Mortensen ever did.
Disclaimer: I don't know Orlando or Viggo and none of this ever happened anywhere but in my head.
Beta: eruberueth
Notes: This story was my Nanowrimo project for 2008. Title from the song "Bad Things" by Jace Everett. I've pretty much borrowed elements from a lot of different Vampire books including Anne Rice but mostly this was inspired by Charlaine Harris' Southern Vampire Series and the HBO series True Blood.
Bonus Music: I've been meaning to give you the song I named the fic after, which is the theme of the series 'True Blood' as well. click to download 'Bad Things' by Jace Everett
Previous Chapters: 1-12
Chapter 13
The game was indeed over. Orlando moved faster than Viggo could see with his poor human vision. He had Ben by the collar again, slamming the stunned vampire against the wall once more. The shock of Orlando’s arrival wore off though and Ben got to his feet. He laughed, approaching Orlando slowly.
Orlando moved a bit to the side as they rounded on each other, in a kind of dance. “You finally figured it out, huh?” Ben said, smirking. “Took you long enough. Although admittedly, I thought it would take a while longer. You were always a touch slow.”
Orlando nodded. “And you are predictable to the last. Although I do admit that I should have thought of it sooner. The Keeling Hotel. Our flat in London was on Keeling Street. I didn’t know you were this sentimental for our bygone days.”
“Aren’t you?” Ben said, inching closer. “That’s why I’m here. I’ve missed you.” Ben’s voice was soft, his face, too, the menace seeming to fade in an instant.
Now it was Orlando’s turn to laugh. “You think I’m that stupid. You think I’m going to believe that all this was some misguided attempt to show me you still love me?”
Ben shook his head. “Love you? I never loved you. Maybe the boy I was. The human being so entranced by the dashing young actor. But that boy is dead. I am what you made. What you fashioned from his life with death and blood. But after all these years I’ve finally realized that I don’t hate you for it.”
“You don’t,” Orlando said.
“No. I like this life. I like the power. I like watching people die. Watching them suffer. Your boyfriend’s screams were particularly sweet in my ears. Not as sweet as his blood…”
Orlando advanced on Ben. “So if you don’t hate me why all this?”
“I told you. I miss you. When you let go... when you stop pretending you’re one of them and admit you’re one of us-like you did when we tore through London and Paris all those years ago… you have to admit it was fun.”
Orlando glanced back at Viggo. “Yes, it was. Those first few heady decades when we were a law unto ourselves,” he said, looking back at Ben.
“Yes. Nothing and no one held us back. And I’ve yet to find a better partner in destruction and death than you. I came here to free you. This isn’t us,” Ben said. “Putting on airs. Pretending their laws matter.” Ben walked over to Viggo, standing behind him. Viggo groaned as Ben caressed the uninjured side of his neck. “Pretending they matter. They’re cattle. Sheep. Food. Nothing more.”
Orlando took a few steps over to Ben. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe I do lie to myself. Maybe all I want is to give in to the hunger…”
Ben walked over to Orlando. “We could do it again. We can paint the world red with blood. You and me. Just like old times,” Ben said, running his hand down Orlando’s chest.
“We could. Or you could just die,” Orlando said. Ben’s eyes went wide for a split second as Orlando kicked him in the gut hard enough to send him crashing down several feet from Viggo’s barstool. Orlando was on the vampire again as they fought in earnest now, trading blows.
Viggo watched as the two preternatural beings beat each other bloody. He worked hard on the ropes on his wrists and a few seconds later had them loose enough to slip out of. He looked over and saw that Orlando and Ben were far too preoccupied to see that he’d freed his hands. Viggo worked quickly to undo the ropes on his legs. He got off the barstool and swayed to the side, fighting hard to swallow the moans that wanted to escape his throat. The stab wound to his stomach hurt like hell. He looked around the dark room and saw his holster and gun sitting on a small table. He made his way to it and took the gun into his hand. His hand shook as he aimed the gun at Ben. They moved too fast though, dark heads a blur, still fighting, and he wasn’t sure he would hit Ben and not Orlando.
Orlando landed a good kick to Ben’s gut but Ben got the upper hand, holding Orlando by his hair and forcing him to his knees. He had his long sword in his hand. “You are such a fucking fool. They will turn on you. They’re our enemies,” Ben said. “We could’ve had the world.”
“It’s not our world, Ben. It’s theirs,” Orlando choked. “And you turned on me a long time ago.”
“You killed me a long time ago,” Ben said. “And now I am going to return the favor.” Ben raised the sword with a flourish.
Before the sword could come down several shots rang out. The silver blade fell to the floor with a clang. Ben’s mouth opened to speak or scream but nothing came out. The vampire fell to the ground in a heap. Viggo staggered over, still holding his gun on the vampire. “Told you I’d kill you,” he said, looking straight into Ben’s near black eyes.
Viggo turned to Orlando then, holding his hand out to the vampire. Orlando took it and Viggo helped him to his feet. “You look like shit,” Viggo said.
“You look worse,” Orlando said, looking at the blood stain that grew bigger by the second on Viggo’s shirt.
“I’m gonna pass out in about a minute I think,” Viggo said, wobbling.
Orlando held onto Viggo so the man didn’t fall. “We need to fix this now or you won’t live,” the vampire said.
Viggo nodded. He knew that was true. “I don’t want to be a vampire,” he said.
Orlando laughed. “I don’t want you to be one,” he said. “I’ll give you a little blood now, to start the healing. Then we’ll go to my place.”
“Your place. Wow… I guess we’re really getting serious now,” he quipped.
Orlando smiled before biting into his own wrist and pressing it to Viggo’s lips. “Drink.”
Viggo moaned, holding onto Orlando as he sucked on the vampire’s blood. The taste, the scent, the essence of Orlando flooded through him. After a few long minutes Orlando pulled back. He ripped into his own flesh again and then tore Viggo’s shirt open, spreading a little of the blood on the knife wound. Viggo felt better, less wobbly but still weak. “Can we get out here?” he said.
Orlando nodded. “One last thing though,” he said, picking up Ben’s sword. He looked down at the vampire whose eyes were still open. “You’re not dead yet. If you were you’d be decomposing right before our eyes. I don’t know if you can hear me. I hope you can. I loved you. And… and I’m so sorry for everything,” Orlando said. He swung the sword and in one motion cut the vampire’s head off. He stepped back and dropped the sword to the ground. He turned to Viggo.
Viggo could see blood red tears standing in Orlando’s eyes. “Ready?” he said.
Orlando nodded. He wrapped an arm behind Viggo’s back to support him. “Let’s get out of here,” he said.
“Amen to that,” Viggo said.
*****
After a lot more blood Viggo and Orlando had curled up together in the vampire’s bed and fallen asleep. Viggo got up once around 1 pm and made a call to work, giving them a quick run down of what happened, leaving out a few things he didn’t think they needed to know and telling them where to find Ben’s remains. He said he’d be in tomorrow and ended the call. He went right back to sleep.
It was the next night when Viggo woke up. He only knew this thanks to the large clock that hung on the wall opposite the bed he was laying on. Orlando had brought him here on the back of his Ducati after they’d left the Keeling Hotel. There were so many doors and security measures to go through before they’d reached this small apartment that Viggo wondered if he could get out again if he had to. Probably not. The fact that that didn’t bother him should have been worrying. But it wasn’t.
Viggo sat up in bed and stretched. He was in a pair of black pajama pants that belonged to Orlando. He looked at his stomach, touching the healed skin. It really was like magic. He wondered how his back looked. Some of the marks Ben left on him might have been healed too. He touched his neck and that skin felt smooth as well.
Viggo looked over at Orlando now. The vampire was the picture of serenity, lying on his side, eyes closed. His skin was whiter than usual, probably due to all the blood he’d given Viggo. More than was probably necessary he’d said, just to be sure. It was a strange thing to wake up in bed with Orlando and it was a first. He wondered if it would be the last. He hoped not.
Viggo reached a hand out and touched Orlando’s cheek. He was as cold as death but he always was. The vampire’s eyes fluttered open. “Good…evening,” Viggo said.
Orlando smiled. “You’re still here,” he said.
“Yeah. But you knew I’d be. This place is like a fortress, I doubt I could get out even if I wanted to,” Viggo said.
“Do you want to?” Orlando asked.
Viggo leaned down and kissed Orlando’s mouth. “Nope.”
“Good… but just the same you’re not my prisoner. I’ll get you keys and the codes to the alarms,” he said.
“You’d trust me with all that?”
“Of course. You trusted me to sleep beside me; locked up… even after I brought Ben into your life… he almost killed you.”
“We all have shitty ex-boyfriends,” Viggo said. “Granted mine aren’t psychopaths but… you know, it happens…”
Orlando sat up. He ran his fingers carefully over Viggo’s belly, then his neck. “Turn,” he whispered. Viggo did without question. “I’m sorry-some of these scars won’t heal…”
Viggo shivered as the vampire’s fingers moved gently over his back. “I lived to tell the tale. I can deal with a few scars,” Viggo murmured.
He felt Orlando move closer, felt the vampire’s arms wrap around him. Orlando’s lips were on his back, moving slowly against what he imagined were the lines that Ben left until finally he felt the vampire’s mouth on the side of his neck, kissing him tenderly. “I want you to know I would have cut his head off just for touching you…” he rasped.
Viggo felt his cock twitch. “That is amazingly sexy… not sure I should be turned on by it but…”
A low throaty chuckle fell from Orlando’s lips. “Did you call your office?”
“Yeah, I woke up in the afternoon and checked in. I’m sure they’re dying to know what happened,” he said.
“Will you tell them everything?”
Viggo chuckled. “I’ll tell them everything they need to know,” he said.
Orlando’s lips slid along the side of Viggo’s neck until he began to suck softly on the man’s ear lobe. “I need to feed,” he whispered.
“Oh… um, sure…” Viggo said.
Orlando laughed. “Not on you. You’re still recovering,” he said. “I was just trying to say I need to go into the kitchen and microwave some blood.”
“Oh, right,” Viggo said, laughing a little uneasily. Orlando let go of him and Viggo turned. “I don’t suppose you have any human food here.”
“No, but I can make a call and have something here in fifteen minutes. You need to eat,” Orlando said.
“Yeah, I think I do,” Viggo said. “You do have a bathroom though, right?”
Orlando smiled. “Yes, completely functional. Shower, too. Right through there,” he said, pointing to a door.
“I’m going to go take care of that then…”
Orlando nodded and leaned forward, kissing Viggo’s mouth. “Meet me in the kitchen.”
Viggo said he would. He watched Orlando leave the room and got out of bed slowly. He put his feet on the floor and stood up. He was pleased that he didn’t feel like he was going to fall over. Viggo made his way into the bathroom. After taking care of what he had to and a pretty long hot shower he emerged in a towel. He rummaged through an armoire in the bedroom until he found a pair of track pants and a black t-shirt. Viggo got dressed and padded into the kitchen.
Orlando was sitting at a table, drinking out of a mug. Liv was sitting across from him and there was a paper bag on the table. “Liv, making a few extra bucks as a delivery girl?” Viggo said.
Liv looked over, her long black hair swinging as she turned her head. “Times are tough,” she said.
Viggo smirked. He opened the bag and found a turkey sandwich, a container of what looked like pea soup and a bottle of Pepsi. “Thanks,” he said. Before now he might have felt squeamish about watching Orlando drink blood while he had a sandwich but far too much had gone on for that. Viggo sat in a chair next to Orlando and began to eat.
They were quiet for a few minutes when Viggo looked at Liv. “I forgot about the fire,” he said. He looked at Orlando. “The news said two vampires died at the club.”
Orlando nodded. “Yes. I had two of my employees watching the place just in case. Sadly they perished.”
“I’m sorry,” Viggo said.
“Funny, I actually believe you are,” Liv said.
“Liv,” Orlando said reproachfully.
“What? It was a compliment. I’m starting to like this human,” she said with a smile that was probably meant to be reassuring but was a little frightening.
“I’m starting to like you, too,” Viggo laughed.
Orlando smiled. “Liv, I need you to take care of those errands we discussed,” he said.
She nodded and stood. “You just want to get rid of me so you can fuck,” she said.
“That, too,” Orlando smirked.
“Call if you need anything else. Except more take out for him. I may like you, human, but I’m not your delivery girl,” she said.
“You were tonight,” Viggo pointed out.
“Special circumstances,” she said with a wink. “Good evening.”
“Bye, Liv,” Orlando said.
When she was gone Viggo looked at Orlando. “Errands? Anything I need to know about?”
“Um, just some things about American Gothic,” Orlando said.
“Do you plan on rebuilding?”
“I don’t know yet, I have to go there and see it… I’m not sure it’s worth it,” Orlando said, swallowing the rest of the mug’s contents before getting up and rinsing it in the sink.
“Why wouldn’t it be? You seemed to like owning it,” Viggo said.
Orlando turned around. “Yeah,” he said.
Viggo finished his food and got up from the table, going over to Orlando. He wrapped his arms around his waist. “What’s up?”
“I wonder if Ben is right. Am I really lying to myself…”
“You told me you agonized over every single person you killed,” Viggo said.
“I did,” Orlando said.
“Then you’re not lying to yourself. You’re who you are,” Viggo said.
“And what am I?”
“A vampire who defies his nature, who makes his own rules,” he said. “And the man I love.”
Orlando smiled. “I thought you’d never say it,” he said.
“Yeah, well, neither did I so… don’t gloat,” he said, kissing Orlando’s mouth. They kissed deeply, hungrily.
“Me, gloat? Never,” Orlando said, pulling Viggo with him through the hall and back towards the bedroom.
They discarded their clothes along the way before tumbling down onto the bed together. Viggo moved his hands over the vampire’s skin. He was warm from feeding, his skin felt soft and supple beneath Viggo’s fingertips. Orlando’s mouth crashed down on his, his tongue seeking the heat of Viggo’s mouth.
Viggo moaned as Orlando’s cock rubbed against his own. He dragged his nails down Orlando’s back. Their eyes met and he saw the fire that literally burned in the vampire’s eyes. Orlando touched a hand to Viggo’s cheek. “Did he touch you?” he asked.
Viggo knew what Orlando meant. “No. He threatened but… but no,” he said. Viggo watched Orlando’s jaw clench.
“But he drank from you,” the vampire hissed. “You are mine.”
Viggo shivered. “I am. I’m yours.”
Orlando’s hand moved down Viggo’s side, slipping between his legs. He stroked the man’s cock, squeezing it, bringing Viggo to full hardness. Viggo whimpered. “Wrap your legs around me.”
Viggo complied. He moaned and bucked his hips as Orlando continued stroking him. He watched the vampire reach to the nightstand with his free hand and dig into a drawer until he found a small tube. Viggo took it from Orlando’s hand and poured some of the gel into his fingers. He wrapped his hand around the vampire’s hard flesh, coating him before guiding Orlando’s cock against his body. “I’m yours,” Viggo said, his voice soft.
“Yes, yes you are,” Orlando hissed, slamming into Viggo’s body. They both screamed at the pleasure, the pain, the heat. Orlando lowered his head and sucked softly on Viggo’s throat, remaining still inside the man.
Viggo’s heart pounded. He brought his hands against Orlando’s back, sliding them down, gripping the vampire’s ass. He squeezed his muscles around Orlando’s cock and earned a rumbling moan. “Yours,” he whispered.
Orlando’s head reared back. His eyes were a darker red, passion and hunger roiled in them. “Mine,” he rasped and started to rock his hips. The pace was demanding, every thrust was hard and deep. Orlando cradled Viggo’s skull in his hands, used his tongue to lick along the line of Viggo’s neck. He chanted mine over and over again.
Viggo rocked his body along with Orlando’s. He cried out when the vampire shifted the angle and connected with his gland. Pleasure flooded through him, erasing the hurt Ben had caused. He ran his fingers through Orlando’s soft curls. He turned his head a little to give Orlando better access. “Drink, please…” he murmured.
Orlando lifted his head. He bared his fangs and sunk them into Viggo’s neck. Viggo stiffened beneath Orlando. The vampire quickened the tempo, thrusting deeper, more brutally. He brought his lips against Viggo’s and the man could taste his own blood. He arched his back and reached for Orlando’s hand, finding it and pulling it between his own legs. Orlando took the hint and wrapped his fist around Viggo’s hard flesh, jerking and tugging on him as their bodies maintained a feverish, punishing rhythm.
Viggo let out a howl as he came, head falling back against the pillows. Orlando continued to drive into his body until he felt the vampire find his own release before sinking down against him. Viggo was breathing hard. He ran a shaky hand down Orlando’s back. His eyes were closed. He felt something hot against his neck and knew Orlando was healing the puncture marks. He looked at the vampire.
Orlando had a tender look on his face. “I’m yours as well. Your servant. Bound to you,” the vampire rasped.
Viggo wrapped a hand behind his neck and kissed him softly. “Say it,” Viggo breathed.
“I love you,” Orlando murmured as they began to kiss again.
~tbc~