Photograghic Memory

Photographic Memory
Warnings: Proceed with caution... None, I think.
Word Count: 1759
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 26
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Two steps into the bedroom and Viggo froze in his tracks.

"Looks like someone has been busy." He stated casually, as he surveyed the bedroom. Whatever he had been expecting when he followed Orlando in here, it sure wasn't this.

The warm, glowing fire in the fireplace gave the room a cozy, welcoming feel. The candles scattered about left an exotic scent lingering in the air that filled Viggo's head with images and memories.

Their bed was covered with white rose pedals. White rose pedals resting on red silk sheets. The red sheets that Orlando hated so much. To top it all off, the young man in question was sitting in the middle of the bed, calmly flipping through the pictures.

The lock box that Viggo had kept them in lay in the floor in two pieces. The lid had been torn completely off.

Orli sat there, one hand turning photos, the other, slowly reaching for the hem of his shirt. When he had it as far up as he could one handed he reluctantly let go of the pictures to pull it over his head.

"Orlando?" Many questions raced through Viggo's head as he watched his lover toss his shirt to the floor.

Without any acknowledgement that Viggo was even there, he went back to the photos.

"Orlando!" Speaking more sharply than intended, Viggo was getting worried. Orlando's posture and his behavior; something was just not right.
The longer he watched, the more it sank in...
Something was terribly wrong with Orlando.

Within Viggo a choking fear started to take hold. Moving closer to the bed, he waited until he reached his lover before he spoke again.

"Orli, baby?" Standing beside the bed, Viggo reached toward Orlando's face. Finger tips brushing his chin. Only then did Orlando tip his face up to smile shyly at his lover before blushing and glancing away.

His hair, his mouth, even his freckles, they all looked the same.
It was the eyes that did it. His normally warm puppy dog eyes were gone. In their place were dark oval pools of shimmering, shifting liquid. There was no reflections, no lights, just bottomless pools of.. nothing.

"Orlando?" With a trembling hand, he cupped his lover's face.

"He agreed to this, Viggo." Peter spoke softly from the doorway. "He agreed to let Jonathan experience your reality through him. Now, I ask the same of you."

Viggo turned to the apparition with venom in his eyes, "I do not believe you" he hissed through clinched teeth.

Orlando/Jonathon slipped from the bed and stood gracefully. Standing on the other side, he licked his lips seductively before slowing reaching for the buckle of the belt around his waist. Slowly undoing it before he jerked it from his body. He snapped it twice before dropping it to the floor.

"It really does not matter what you believe, Viggo. You will cooperate, if you don't..
I really do not like making threats, but Jonathon can retain control of Orlando as long as necessary."

Viggo was so furious he was shaking. Peter waited until it was obvious that Viggo wasn't going to respond before he continued. "Just think of it as a game, if you want, Viggo. One of those role-playing games you two are so fond of."

Peter sighed, Viggo had to be willing. To consent, but against his will, would make this exhausting for both of them and probably leave Viggo unconscious. "We have all night for you to co-operate with us. We have plenty of patience with waiting. Far more than you or he, from what we have seen, and we do have the advantage of all the time in the world."

Orlando/Jonathon pushed his pants and boxers down and stepped out of them. He sauntered over to the full-length mirror and began to look himself over. Turning this way and that, even looking back over his shoulders to see what his backside looked like. Jonathan seemed to find this new body highly entertaining.

Running his hands down his chest, he stopped to tweak his nipples and jumped slightly. Looking up to see if anyone saw, he blushed as he met Viggo's eyes before continuing his exploration. He paid particular attention to the sun tattoo before reaching lower to squeeze and stroke his growing length.

"Oh Peter.. You have got to try this." He moaned as he threw his head back and moved his hand faster.

"Jonathan! Put some clothing on him right now!"

Jonathan yelped when he heard Victoria's shrill voice and scrambled for Orlando's clothes. She stood in the doorway, hands on her hips, looking extremely angry. She marched into the room, straight for Viggo.

"Do you have any idea what's going on out there?!?!" She loudly demanded.

"I'm more concerned with what's going on in here!"

She looked from one man to the next, her eyes going back to Orlando/Jonathan. On the other side of the bed, he stood hunched over with his back to her. He had practically jumped into his boxers and pants and was having a problem with the belt.

"You guys," She was shaking her head and speaking very slowly, "Do not have time for this right now."

"Shut up Victoria! What is it going to be, Viggo?" Peter was almost yelling as he pushed his way between them.

"Shut up Victoria? Who do you think you are, telling me to shut up?"

"Leave us to our business." Peter growled at her.

"Your business will have to wait. There are more pressing matters that Viggo and Orlando must attend to."

"Why should he listen to a demon like you?"

Viggo left the two of them arguing and walked over to Jonathan who was still struggling with the belt. He had found that the notch Orlando usually used left the pants so loose that he could pull them down over his hips. If he pulled the pants up to his waist, he could tighten it two notches. He had just buckled the belt with Viggo reached him.

"Like this." He said softly as he undid the belt and refastened it. "He wears them like this.." Then he picked up the shirt and handed it to Jonathan.

"Demon?!?! Did you tell him I was a Demon?"

"LEAVE!" Peter was enraged, how dare this imp interfere?

"You don't have the power to make me! And you're not someone to be calling anyone a Demon!" She then turned her attention back to the humans beside the bed. "Viggo! Tell Orlando to stop playing around, you don't have time!"

Viggo looked up and Jonathan reached out, placing one hand on each side of the older man's face as he moved in for a kiss.

It was his tongue, his probing, exploring hot, wet, tongue that snapped Viggo back to his senses. He abruptly stopped and stepped back, gently pushing the young man away.

This man was not Orlando. This man did not kiss like Orlando. He didn't respond or move like his lover would. Viggo stared into those pools of shimmering liquid that were his eyes.

"Victoria, how can I make Jonathan leave his body?"

Never taking his eyes from Orlando's face, Viggo was quick to catch his hand when Jonathan tried to slap him. After a slight struggle, he caught the other wrist as well.

"You are making a mistake, Viggo. Give me what I want and you will have Orlando back." Peter apparently only noticed furniture when it suited him, as he walked through the bed to reach them. "Is a few minutes too much to ask?"

"Peter," Victoria chided, "What are you trying to pull? Jonathan didn't ask. Orlando will kick him out any minute and you know it. You know that without permission, he can't stay."

"He said.." Viggo began.

"He lied." Victoria countered.

"You are not supposed to interfere with us." Peter cut her short.

"Peter, you know I wouldn't but things are going critical.. Again!"

Viggo turned to Peter. "What.. Peter?"

Placing one hand on Viggo's shoulder, "Is a few minutes really too much to ask?"

Orlando wrapped both arms around his waist and leaned over like he was going to be sick.

"Don't fight him, Jonathan." Peter spoke softly. "Let him go, Baby."

They watched as Jonathon stepped back from Orlando. Orli collapsed forward with both Viggo and Peter grabbing him and laying Orlando down on the bed.

"Are you alright?" Viggo reached for Orlando's wrist to check for a pulse and winced at the bruises already forming from when he had restrained him moments before.

"He will be fine. Give him a minute." Peter replied.

The effects wore off rather quickly, Orlando sat up and looked around. "Where are my pictures?"

"I think they got knocked off the bed, are you alright?" He grabbed for Orlando's ankle as he scampered across the bed.

Orlando let himself be pulled back. "I'm okay, Vig. Really."

After looking Orli up and down for a few moments before he was satisfied and let him go. Turning his attention back to Peter and Jonathan.

"I understand what you want. I can even understand why, but you went about it the wrong way. He is mine; I don't share and won't be forced to."

"You could not possibly understand, Viggo. Everything in your world is to us, as we are to you, unsubstantial and transparent. Through you we will be able to see your world as you do. Through you, we will be able to feel each other, as we haven't since we passed on. I want to hold my lover, Viggo. Can you understand that? I want to hold Jonathan, I have no interest in Orlando." Peter was pleading with him.

"I will talk to Orlando about it later. We have more pressing matters now."

"Later then." Peter wrapped both arms protectively around Jonathan and nodded. "This one means as much to me as that one does to you and I had to watch him die. Think about that, Viggo."

Viggo stared at the floor. "I have, Peter. It would have driven me insane. I couldn't bare to watch Orlando..." He trailed off, unable to even say it."

Peter knew the depth it had driven him to; it had resulted in his own death.

"You do what you must do, Viggo and I shall do what I must. As you said, there are more pressing matters. The barrier between the world of the living and the dead is down. I urge you to use caution, all is not what it seems."

~Continued~