Photograghic Memory

Photographic Memory
No Warnings
Word Count:1882
Disclaimer: This is fiction. I don't own the people or the characters. I make no claims about their sexuality or lifestyles. No profit made. Fake, false, a figment of my abused imagination.

Chapter 15
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After being abandoned by Viggo and Orlando, Eric headed in the direction the others had gone. He had hoped to locate Sean to find out what was going on and why he had asked him to come. He had gotten off on the wrong foot with Viggo and that wasn't good. He wanted to get along with him for Orlando's sake. He had a hunch that if Viggo decided he didn't want Orli to be friends with him then Eric might never see Orlando again. He had just walked in the room when the huge TV in the corner caught his eye.

All Eric saw was Orlando. And a fine sheen of sweat was the only thing gracing his body. There was a faint blush running down his cheeks and neck to his chest. The hair framing his face wet and curly, clinging in places. His lips parted slightly and his tongue slipped out to wet them. He moaned as his hands reached frantically for his lover's head as Viggo nipped and licked his way toward Orlando's cock. It was standing proudly and glistening wet with come that gathered and dripped to his abdomen.

Viggo gathered the pearly white fluid with his tongue. Lapping and sucking, not missing a drop. Orlando throwing his head back, closed his eyes and moaned as his hands clutched frantically at his lover.

Viggo hollowed his cheeks as he sucked, drawing the hard length into his mouth. Then he pulled back slowly. He did this several times at an extremely slow pace. Orli, with his hands tightly tangled in Viggo's hair and thrusting his hips, was trying his best to speed things up.

A scream tore from his throat when Viggo pulled away. "Oh, you bloody tease!" Orlando yelled after him as Viggo got up and walked out of view.

"You aren't ready yet," Came the soft melodic voice from off camera.

"Believe me, I'm ready!" Was the desperate response.

"Almost, but not yet."

Viggo appeared back on camera and picked up Orlando's hand bringing it to his lips. He placed open-mouthed kisses on both sides of his hand before moving to his wrist. There he licked, sucked, and kissed his way completely around Orli's wrist. Viggo then wrapped a leather restraint around the slender wrist and secured it in place. He lifted his arm toward the head of the bed and fastened the belt to the head board. This done he reached for the other hand and repeated the motions as Orli wiggled, squirmed and whimpered.

Viggo brushed the hair back from his face and kissed him on the forehead. He moved to the tip of his nose and kissed him again, then softly on his lips. Orlando moaned when he pulled away. Viggo leaned next to Orlando's ear and whispered something. The younger man closed his eyes and nodded.

Eric, standing just inside the room, jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Sean leaned next to his ear and whispered, "The lad is beautiful, isn't he?"

Eric could only nod slowly, his eyes drifting back to the screen where Viggo was attaching nipple clamps and Orli was breathing rapidly. The rise and fall of his chest making Vig's job slightly more difficult.

Eric's cheeks darkened as he realized he was getting an erection. This was Orlando, Orli for Christ's sake, what was wrong with him? This was the man he considered a little brother.

The CD that was playing in the den ended and the only sounds in the room were soft music playing in the background on the tape and Orlando's gasps and moans.

Sean grabbed Eric's arm and led him to the sofa; he sat down pulling the other man down beside him. Eric winced, as the need to reposition his cock became painfully apparent. He glanced around the candle lit room to see if anyone might be watching.

Billy sat in a huge chair near them, mouth slightly open, totally entranced.
Karl and David are standing beside the bar; their attention was riveted to the TV as well.
Sean couldn't take his eyes away from the sight of Orlando. He was totally enthralled.
Sitting on the floor is Elijah. He has leaned back against the couch with Dom sitting between his legs. Lija's hands were under Dominic's shirt, restlessly exploring while holding Dominic pinned against his chest.
Dom is the exception. While everyone else was obviously enjoying the entertainment, Dom is tense. A pained expression on his face as he keeps glancing at the door as if he might bolt. Eric studied him briefly, thinking If you run for it, I am right behind you.

As everyone seemed to be distracted Eric felt it was safe to relieve some of the pressure in his pants with a simple readjustment. He slipped his hand into his pants and straightened the engorged member with a sigh. His relief was short lived and he froze when he felt Sean's hand wrap around his wrist then slowly sliding down his hand into his pants. Sean's fingertips brushed lightly over the head of his sensitive erection. Naturally, the damn thing had to respond by jumping when Sean touched it.

Eric's mind raced, I'm a man, you are a man. I'm straight, you are.. I guess not. Okay, okay. Why the hell is my cock hard? A gasp managed to escape his lips before he clamped them tightly shut.

Sean's hand began to mimic Viggo's on Orli, fingers feathering up and down Eric's swollen, shameless, cock.

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When they reached the kitchen Viggo pulled Orli close and brushed his hair back from his face with one hand. "Are you all right, Babe?"

"Am I getting sex? Cause if I'm getting sex here, I'm fine."

"I didn't upset you talking to Eric like that, did I?"

"Eric, shit!" He suddenly remembered, "Do you think he went on to the den?"

"Well, given his options, I really don't think he would have followed us in here. I'm sure he has joined the others by now. You didn't answer my question."

"I'm fine, that's just you protecting me.." He giggled. "And marking your turf. That's all that was." He ran a finger down the side of Viggo's face.

"Well, if you're sure." He pulled back slowly and moved to check the lock on the basement door. He then went to check the lock on the back door.

"Uh, Viggo, when you said you needed my help in the kitchen, I thought you meant doing stuff that directly involved my sexual pleasure."

Viggo smiled as he turned from the door. When he reached Orlando, Viggo wrapped his arms around him and pulled the younger man tightly against his body. He ran his tongue lightly over the outer shell of Orlando's ear before sucking gently on his earlobe.

"Mmmmm." Orlando purred as his body melted into Viggo's.

"Everything I do is for your pleasure, in one way, or another." Viggo whispered into his ear. "Come on, Orli, let's go upstairs."

"Fuck me, Vig." He said as he pressed his mouth to Viggo's neck, sucking and kissing him.

"Sorry Babe." Viggo placed his hands on Orli's waist and pushed him back gently. "We can't right now."

"Viii-gooo" He whined at him.

"Come on, let's go get those pictures. It is time to get things moving along. Not only that but, Victoria didn't come back. I want to check the security cameras."

"Vig, um, Victoria's a ghost. She can't get hurt."

"Sweetie, I know that. I'm not concerned about her safety. She should have come back when they reached the door."

"Um, Vig.. You do realize there is something entirely weird about.. your relationship with, uh.. Being friends with, umm.. she's a ghost. That's totally out there. Until I got here I didn't even believe in ghosts."

"Baby, as much as I really want to explain Victoria to you, now just isn't the time. We really can't leave that bunch alone for very long. There is no telling what they will get up to." He took Orli's hand and led him toward the door muttering "Besides, Peter will probably show up tonight and I'm not sure I want them to see that."

"Yeah, he's the one that looks like.." Orlando couldn't finish the sentence, he just looked helplessly at Viggo. "It's creepy." Was all he managed to get out.

"I know. The first time I saw him and Jonathan it really got to me."

"Viggo, why did you stay?"

Viggo stopped and turned to face him. "I love this house, it's beautiful. Besides, ghosts can't hurt you."

"How do you know that, Luv? Is it in writing somewhere? Is it in their contracts? A lot of people have died in rather bizare accidents in this house. Are you sure they can't hurt anyone?"

"Victoria says.."

"Darling," Orli leaned in real close and whispered, "She's one of them."

Viggo pulled Orlando to him and held him tight. "You said you didn't want to know anything about them."

"That was before we had a bunch of friends here. Fun is fun and all, I just don't want anyone to get hurt "

"Ok. Very briefly, Victoria says that there are nine of them besides her and they are not souls, not like you would think. They aren't able to think or reason. They are more like memories. Some particularly bad memories are stored here and sometimes conditions, like tempreature or humidity are right, and they get replayed. They can not act on their own, they are just repeating what they did. They wouldn't hurt us even if they could. Actually, they are depending on us to release them."

This took a few minutes to sink in. "Can they hurt the others? There have been accidents, Vig."

"There have been accidents, yes, when they were trying to communicate, or more likely, when they were just doing their thing. That may have caused a few deaths, but the accidents were just that, accidents. Remember, they are stuck. They don't have but so much they can communicate with."

"Why isn't Victoria like that? She thinks and reasons and even swipes stuff."

"I don't know. She's different."

"Hmmm, so which one was it that groped me in the shower?"

"I don't know, Babe."

"I think it was Peter."

"That wasn't him."

"Oh, so you do know which one it was? Who was it, Vig? Which one of them felt me up? I feel so violated." He stuck out his bottom lip in a pout.

"Orli," he chuckled and shook his head. Viggo took his hand and headed for the doorway.

"He had a firm grip too. Oh my God, what if it was a woman? Now I really do need sex, Viggo."

As they walked across the dining room they heard the scrape of a chair sliding a short distance across the floor in the kitchen behind them. Neither of them turned to look back at the empty room. They both knew what they would see. This little "memory" replayed itself every night at this time. Later the chairs will be turned upside down, sitting on the table. The floor will be freshly mopped and the puddle of blood that was now dripping and spreading, will be gone.

~Continued~