Photograghic Memory

Photographic Memory
Warnings: None, I think
Word Count: 2613
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 27
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In the den, Dave was doing some fast thinking.

With the lights out the room was pitch black. The only source of illumination was coming from the lightening outside.

"Eric?" Dave spoke softly; the stifling darkness seemed to demand silence.

"What?" Eric yelled in response, the demands of the room were lost on him.

"Shhh.. Listen.." Dave began.

"I don't like the idea of him wandering around here alone, Dave." Billy whispered, he also didn't like the idea that Sean would come looking to him if anything happened to Eric. "We already have two people missing. Karl, stop that! I can't think."

Karl stood up laughing. "Eric!" His hands were still roaming Billy's body as he spoke. "Set your arse down!"
This was followed by a crashing noise and slurred swearing as Eric did exactly that. "You stay right here and wait for Sean. We will go find Viggo and Orlando. How's that sound to you?"

"Yeah, and light bulbs, we'll find light bulbs too." Dave chimed in.

"And chips," Eric added, "I'm hungry."

"You stay.. Right there." Billy struggled with the words. His head was starting to feel fuzzy and dizzy. All he really wanted to do was sit down, just sit and close his eyes. Just for a few minutes.

"Hey, Karl, does he want chips as in crisps or chips as in french fries?"

"I don't knoooow. While you figure it out, go open the door to the living room. See if we can get some light in here."

"Come on, Billy." Dave grabbed his hand and began to slowly make his way through the trashed room.
They had gone about two steps when he banged his leg on the table. Three more ran Dave smack into the wall. Next he stumbled and would have fallen if Billy hadn't grabbed him and pulled him back.

"Dude," Dave spoke in the general direction he thought Billy was in. "This isn't working. I can't see a damn thing."

"..."

"Billy?" His hands felt awfully cold in Dave's.
"Bills?"
"Oh, ha,ha. Don't even try it." Dave started laughing. I'm too drunk and this house is too spooky for you to be trying to scare.." He had been reaching out to pat Billy's shoulder. Raising his arm to where he thought it might when a strong hand snatched his wrist and stopped him. David paused for a few minutes, thinking.

"Bah-ha ha, oh Gods Billy, that's good!" Dave's laugh carried a hysterical edge to it as it echoed across the room.

"What the hell is so funny?" Karl asked when Eric joined in.

"Bills, Billy.." Dave was laughing too hard to speak. Then he felt the hand around his wrist flex and tighten. "Billy, that's starting to hurt."

"Just get the door open so we can have some light in here!" Karl was getting impatient.

"Billy!" Dave was trying to pry the hand lose.

"THE DOOR! Karl shouted and Billy took off dragging Dave after him.

Weaving his way through the wreckage, the darkness wasn't a hindrance to Billy. When he reached the door between the two rooms he threw it open and shoved Dave in.

"About time." Karl muttered as he picked his way over to the bar. He immediately began checking for any damage that might help him gain entry.

"Eric! Check that lamp on the floor over there. See if it will work. Check out the TV while you are at it. It looks ok."

Karl knew that he needed to occupy Eric. He was hoping the tape would do the trick so he could slip off with David and Billy. After he got his hands on Viggo's stash, that is. He just knew there was something in that bar. He knew Viggo; it wouldn't be locked otherwise.

Karl watched with amusement as Eric, in a drunken haze, tried to stagger to his feet. Moving slowly and swaying precariously, after three attempts he got to his feet. He stood there moving back and forth, defying gravity a couple of times, staring at the tape, laying on the floor.

When he bent over to pick it up, Karl held his breath.

He went down head first, tumbling over and rolling as only a drunk can. He ended up sitting with his legs sprawled in front and the tape behind him.

"It's behind you, man." Karl said, shaking his head in wonder when Eric started looking around.

He grabbed the tape and clutched it to his chest like he was afraid someone was going to take it from him.

"The lamp." Karl prodded.

This time Eric decided to just crawl and started a slow trek across the floor. It was three whole feet from where he was to the table where the lamp had been. Karl winced every time he heard glass crunch under Eric's hands and knees.

The bulb wasn't the only thing broken; the base of the lamp had been shattered. No matter how hard Eric tried he couldn't get it to stand up. Finally he laid it down and started picking up shards of glass and sitting them on the table next to it.

"Now I see why Billy didn't want to leave you alone. Don't play with glass, Eric. You are going to get cut. Put it down and go check on the TV."

After knocking the table over, he climbed onto the sofa and from there made it to his feet. Still clutching the tape to his chest he started a stumbling gait across the litter-strewn room.

When he finally reached the TV, he hit the button, the screen lit up and so did Eric's face. He was smiling broadly as he reached for the VCR. It was gone.

Spending more than a few minutes contemplating this new turn of events, Eric dropped to his knees and began searching.

"I'm so proud of you. You thought of that all by yourself." Karl baby-talked at him.

"Fuck you too." Eric muttered under his breath and then giggled at the thought.

"What was that?"

"Found it!" Eric replied as he pulled the VCR from behind the TV. Close to where he had left it when he took the tape out, it was still attached and hadn't gone far. He set it on top of the TV, unplugging the electrical cord in the process. Plugging it back in was harder than it looked. Getting those two prongs into the three little moving holes wasn't easy, but determination won out and he got it.

Sticking the tape in and hitting "Play" Eric sat down feeling quite pleased with himself.

With Eric taken care of Karl stated going over the cabinet doors. He figured that as far as Viggo knew the storm had damaged his bar, so he just needed something to break the lock with.

Looking around he spied the ice bucket sitting alone on the bar. He had asked Viggo once why it was weighted with such a heavy marble base. Viggo had laughed and replied, "Because Orlando kept knocking it off." Karl had nodded and said, "Oh, he likes to drink." Viggo had really grinned then and said, "No, when I fuck him over the bar, he knocks the ice off every time."

Different bar, same heavy ice bucket.

Karl had a evil half grin on his face as he stroked the smooth, cool surface on top. Thinking about what Viggo may have done to Orlando, right here, was getting him hard.

That fine piece of meat spread out, immobile and helpless.. Yesss, he would squirm and wiggle, and fight. Yes, oh yes, he would fight Karl. Only Viggo was allowed entrance. He would cry for Viggo while Karl took him. And he would do it slow, too. No fast fuck for Orlando, no, he would go slow and enjoy every minute of it. He could just imagine the sounds Orlando would make as he gave it all to him, over and over...

Fucking him wouldn't be enough. There were so many things Karl would love to do to that man, if Viggo would just let him have the Brit for one night.

With that thought in mind, he ran his fingers under the edge. He was feeling for hooks or anything that Viggo might have used to restrain Orli with. Sure enough, right up under the edge, about two feet apart, he found round hooks screwed into the cabinet.

They served no other purpose, neither functional nor decorative at all. He walked around the bar and leaned across. The top was as wide as his waist to his shoulders. His head looked over the side and where his hands rested; right underneath were the hooks.

Karl squatted down to see where Viggo might have more hooks for tying Orlando's legs. On one side, at the very bottom of the cabinet, he found one. Right beside the hook was a bulging piece of duct tape. Peeling it back, Karl grinned. Looks like he wasn't going to need the ice bucket to break that lock with after all. He had found the key to the cabinet.

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"Are you coming?" Victoria stood in the doorway, hands on her hips, tapping her foot impatiently.

"No." Viggo's response was flat, unconcerned. He had problems of his own; Victoria's did not concern him.

"Not. An option." Her child-like singsong voice changing, becoming deeper.

Viggo rolled his eyes at her before turning his attention back to Orlando, who was on his hands and knees, looking for his pictures. His T-shirt was slipping up his back as he leaned down to look under the bed.

Knowing that Viggo was watching, he put on a show. Spreading his legs Orlando arched his back and wiggled his ass reaching as far under the bed as he could.

Moving quietly to his side, Viggo gazed down at the young man at his feet. This was his, and only his. His.. for the taking, whenever he wanted.

Kneeling beside his little God he reached out tentatively, just barely touching his most treasured, most revered possession.

Orlando sat up, leaning back against him. "I knew you couldn't resist." He smiled seductively, moving closer, his hand cupping the side of Viggo's face, "I own you Viggo, I control you with my body." He whispered quickly then pressed his lips hard against the other man's.

Orlando turned around, tangled both hands in Viggo's hair, and pushed. Viggo, taken by surprise, went easily over. The younger man wasn't lying when he said he controlled Viggo with his body. A fact that he used to his advantage.

Lying on top, Orlando's hands held tightly to his lover's hair. He used his long legs to wriggle his way between Viggo's thighs. Finding the perfect alignment, he was finally going to show Viggo who was really in charge in this bedroom.

"I WILL NOT BE IGNORED!" Victoria's deep menacing voice bounced off the walls as she stomped both feet.

Orlando lifted his head to look at her. The distraction provided Viggo with just the opportunity he was looking for. He flipped them over, none too gently, and quickly drew his knees up. He ended up straddling the younger man's waist with Orlando's hands still tangled in his hair.

Victoria howled. It was a deep guttural growl that the wolves outside answered with haunting cries of their own. She was fury unleashed. Slamming the door back with such force that the wood splintered and cracked up the middle, she began a march around the room.

With one sweep of her arm everything on the dresser went flying. Pictures fell from the walls and the lights flickered. The bookcase wobbled, then tipped over, spilling its contents along the way.

When she stormed past the fireplace the flames rose and danced. Grabbing the curtains from the window, she yanked hard and ducked when they came down rod and all.

She knocked the drapes lose and picked up the curtain rod. Brandishing it like a club over her shoulder, she advanced on the two men still on the floor.

Viggo jumped to his feet and pulled Orlando up before she rounded the bed.

"I WILL NOT BE IGNORED!" She screamed as she bore down on them.

"Well, you have our attention now. What do you want?" As he spoke he stepped in front of Orlando, cutting off her access to him.

"Do you know what is going on outside?" The calm, sweet, child-like voice was back. She looked up at Viggo with an innocence that nearly left him speechless. It would have been a bit more convincing if she didn't have a death grip on the curtain rod, looking like she was ready to swing on them.

"Viggo! He ruined MY pictures!"

"What?" Viggo glanced back over his shoulder at him. Orlando was flipping through the pictures he had gathered up and not looking happy.

"My pictures are ruined!" Orli wailed as he thrust the pictures at Viggo. "Everywhere he touched them he left.. marks!"

"The storm is extinguishing the Bone Fire and those fools tending it just ran off." Victoria informed him, totally ignoring Orlando. "That fire must be rebuilt. It is crucial!" She paused briefly, "Are you even listening!?"

"Viggo?" She tugged on his shirt and he jumped back knocking Orlando to the floor.

"Hey!" The indignant heap on the floor yelled when he landed. He began picking up his pictures, again, and muttering "Stupid ghost".

"You touched me! How did you do that?"

She sighed deeply, "That is not important."

"Oh, I disagree! This changes things, Victoria! I need to know what is going on around here. If my people aren't safe; the deal is off!"

"Um, what deal and why didn't I know anything about it?" The photographs were no longer Orlando's number one priority.

"People, or victims?" Victoria snarled at him. "Besides, you can't do that! You don't have that choice. They are already here, we will take what we need."

"I'll have everyone leave."

"Really? You can't find everyone. Half of your people are missing."

"Half? Huh-uh, only two are unaccounted for."

"Viggo?"

"NOT now, Orlando."

"Those two are outside. They have already given us their.. gift, and if you don't go get them soon they will probably drown. They seemed pretty tired and we really don't need any deaths here tonight. It would only complicate things." She was enjoying taunting him.

"Where are they?"

"Vee-goh.." Orlando said as he picked himself up off the floor.

"Luckily for you, brain dead doesn't count." The sarcasm dripped from her voice as she watched Orlando stand up.

"Hey!"

"Orli don't. Where are they?"

"That was aimed at me and I know it!"

"Outside the kitchen door." She smirked at the fuming man standing behind Viggo.

"Let's go." He grabbed Orlando's arm and pulled him toward the door. We'll get Dominic and Elijah in first, then I'll print you some more pictures, ok?"

"Printed where; in the basement? Vig, I already told you, I am not going down there."

"Right, let's go." Viggo kept pulling him. "Who else is missing, Victoria?"

"I'm serious Viggo!" Orlando was tugging against him.

"I know, Baby."

"Find out yourself!" Victoria snapped as she followed them into the hall. "That fire must be rekindled! That is the priority. Do you hear me? Don't walk away from me!"

Viggo, with his arm now protectively around Orlando, kept walking. Neither man cast her a glance back.

"Don't forget the fire!" She yelled when they started down the stairs. Watching in silence and shaking her head, she saw them round the corner with Viggo all but dragging the younger man into the dining room.

~Continued~