Photograghic Memory

Photographic Memory
Warnings:None
Word Count: 1857
Disclaimer: This is fiction. Not true. I don't own the characters and No profit is being made.

Chapter 28
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What had started out as guiding had quickly turned to pushing, then dragging.
"Orlando, will you stop fighting me?"

"Listen, Viggo, listen... Umm, don't we need to check on the guys in the den?"

"We need to get Dom and Elijah first."

"We could go out through the hall door."

"Orlando," He turned the nervous man to face him. "The hall door is stuck, remember?" Viggo gently explained to him. "They are right outside the kitchen, in the rain, I might add. We need to get them in, Babe."

"But Viggo..." His eyes were constantly darting about the room taking in every shape, every shadow, every flicker of movement.

"There's nothing here, it's gone now." Firmly stated, he started walking Orli backward toward the door.

"Viggo, stop.. Wait! That thing; it knew my name! Does that give it some sort of power over me? I think I heard that somewhere. And.. and it was so gross! Slimy gross, smelly gross, festering-ooze with puss kind of gross. You do hear me!?"

He paused long enough to catch his breath and Viggo softly laid his hand over Orlando's mouth.

"Let's get Dommie and Elijah in, then we can talk about this."

"There's nothing to talk about, Vig! That thing is gone because it is headed back to the basement and the way to the basement is through the kitchen. It could be in there waiting for me right now. You open that door and BANG! It drags me off to its nest and oh God..." He shuddered just to think of it. "I'm not going in that kitchen Viggo. That's final."

It was rare that Orlando disagreed with his lover. Even rarer that he stood up to him. Orli was actually feeling a little empowered.
"One more thing, Vigs, What was that deal you and Victoria were talking about?"

"You know, I am so glad you remember that!" Viggo snapped back.
The sudden change in attitude caused his brown eyes to widen with surprise as Orlando stumbled back a few steps.
"Do you happen to remember something about two guys that are naked and unconscious in the pouring rain? Maybe they should be a priority, don't you think? Maybe, just maybe, we should get our asses out there and stop wasting time!" Viggo had just about had it with people trying to take control from him.

He spun Orli around and began pushing him to the door.

"Vig? That doesn't answer my question." Meekly spoken, Viggo didn't have to see the pout to know it was there.

Taking a deep breath to calm himself, he prepared to pacify the younger man.

"Orlando, Sweet-Heart, Darling, Beautiful.." He turned him back around and brushed his hand against Orli's cheek. "I know you have had a lot to drink, but you need to try to focus here, Baby. Dommie and Lija, remember?" He was speaking so soft and low that Orlando had to strain to hear him.

"Yeah, I remember. I'm not that drunk.." Viggo lifted Orli's chin and kissed him lightly, barely brushing his lips.

"And after we get them all neatly tucked into bed, then I've got a surprise for you."

"A surprise!?" He pressed his body against Viggo's. "Exactly what kind of surprise are we talking about, hmm?"

"If I told you, then it would ruin the surprise."

"I have ways to make you talk, Mister Mortensen." Low and sultry, Orlando knew all the right buttons to push. Using his body to manipulate his older lover was something he had perfected.

Viggo knew a diversion when he saw one. However, those long, strong, slender fingers that were currently kneading and squeezing the massive hard-on he was sporting felt too good to argue with.

Basic animal instincts can easily over-ride common sense, especially when one's mind is fogged by alcohol and Viggo's special "cocktail". Responding was second nature. Orlando melted into his lover's embrace. The intense bodily contact serving to enhance the effects of Viggo's house "wine" for both men.

Shirts were tugged and torn. Hair pulled and teeth clashed as a frantic urgency took over. As his lover's warm hand wrapped around his throbbing erection, Viggo remembered. Thrusting into Orlando's hand even as he sobbed out the choked words. "Babe, we can't."

"Oh yes we can." Orlando managed to get out. Grinding his own hard length against Viggo's thigh, the little bit of friction felt divine and he knew what would feel even better.

"Noo... Need this.. We must.. We have to.. Oh God. We have to.. Not here." Viggo panted and struggled to get the words out.

Orlando's mouth slid along the warm skin of Viggo's neck leaving a moist trail. "Do you trust me?" He whispered causing Viggo's over sensitive flesh to tingle.

"Always."

"Believe me, you are going to love this. I want you.."

He maneuvered Viggo until he had his back pressed against the dining room table.

"Orli, stop." Viggo pleaded as his hands were grabbing for Orlando's wrists.

"Why the bloody hell not? Come on Vig, I'm close, real close. Just a quickie, nothing fancy. You know you have those magic fingers, Luv. How about a hand-job, hmmm?"

"Orlando, please. You aren't making this any easier." He tried to gently push the younger man back.

"I'm making it real easy, Viggo. You are the one being difficult."

"Come on, Babe. You only have to wait a little longer. Special surprise, remember?"

Orlando, with his hands on his hips, glared at Viggo. "I can't believe you are acting like this. This.." He motioned toward the bulge in his trousers, "Is all your fault. This surprise better be damn good and I mean it! I have needs, you know!"

Orlando continued to grumble while Viggo hunted for their shirts. His was only missing buttons, but Orlando's T-shirt was beyond wearing.

"Here.." He handed his own shirt to Orli. "Put this on."

"But Vee-goh.. It has no buttons.."

"It will show off the bite-marks around your nipples."

"Yeah..." He smiled a little at that.

"It will be ok. We will get you another one when we get upstairs."

"Will you take care of this too?" Orlando rubbed his aching cock through his pants.

"Don't worry, I'm going to take care of that real soon."

They paused outside the kitchen door and Viggo took Orlando's hand. Pushing the door open, he walked right in. Once inside, without looking around, Viggo headed straight for the other door, pulling Orlando behind him.

They made it as far as the sink when Orlando began tapping rapidly on Viggo's shoulder with one finger.

"Orlando, we're almost..."

"Shhh." Orli cut him off and pointed at the fireplace, and the person tending the fire.

She had a warm brown cloak draped over her shoulders, her face hidden in shadows. She paid no attention to them, humming as she went about her work poking and stirring the fire.

Viggo grabbed Orlando, shoved him out the back door, closing it behind them.

"Viggo?"

"She was probably one of those people from the cemetery."

The stricken look on Orli's face told him he should have phrased that differently.

"One of the live ones. Not the, uh, other kind. One from that group with the bonfire." Hoping his explanation worked, Viggo smiled weakly.

"Oh." Orlando looked at him uncertainly.

"Really, trust me on this."

"Viggo, do I have to remind you of how much trouble..."

Viggo turned suddenly and grabbed him, pressing Orlando hard against the door. Never breaking eye contact Viggo covered his surprised and gaping mouth with his own muttering “So pretty..” before sealing their lips.

Orlando felt as if the very air was being sucked from him. He couldn’t pull away or even turn to his side. Viggo was crushing him against the door; their bodies perfectly aligned to give the older man every advantage.
All of his strength and what was left of his fight, fled when Orlando felt Viggo’s tongue gently and thoroughly exploring his mouth.
Barely aware of the hands now roaming his body, his attention was torn between the erotic sensations of that hot mouth plundering his own and the glorious firm pressure being applied to his needy cock as Viggo shifted his hips against him. Orlando would have moaned in delight, if only he could.

Viggo lifted limp, unresisting arms over his head. Holding them together as tendrils of fog crept up his body to twine around the soft flesh of his wrists, binding him. The fog swirled and twirled flashing bits of odd colors as it skimmed over and between his wrists.
Viggo pressed his hips harder as he kissed and licked his way over his cheek to take Orlando's earlobe between his hot lips.
“Viggo,” it was barely a whisper... more like a whimper.

Viggo froze.

The fog blew off in wisps and Orlando crumpled into Viggo’s arms. He eased them both down until he had Orlando cradled in his lap, holding him tightly.

Viggo came back to his senses slowly. The first thing he realized was that Orlando was struggling. It was only through instinct and sheer determination that he still had him pinned to chest.
Orli was wiggling, squirming, bucking; anything that might break the death grip Viggo had on him. He stopped struggling when he saw recognition return to the other man’s face.

“Viggo, you can let me up now.”

“Tried to protect you..”

“Viggo….”

“You aren’t safe.”

“Viggo…”

“I need to mark you and put you somewhere you will be safe.”

“Now wait a minute there Vigs, you’ve marked me plenty of times, no problem there. However, you are NOT putting me anywhere safe or not.”

“I have to make sure”

“Aren’t you forgetting Elijah and Dom?”

“Orlando!” He had loosened his grip, but wouldn’t let him up. ”I have to make certain that you protected!”
“Well, if by "protected" you mean I’m not getting fucked, then you are doing a bloody good job of it. This is what? Two, three times now, that you have almost fucked me then stopped? I’m starting to have a complex here! Now, let’s just get those wankers, chuck them in a bed, or a corner for all I care at this point, and fuck me!”

Viggo’s arm dropped to his sides, Orlando wasted no time in scampering to his feet. While extending a hand to his lover to help him up, their eyes met. There was a light that flickered around the edges of Viggo’s eyes. Orlando leaned down to get a closer look.

“Fuck!”

He jumped back when he realized what he was seeing. He ran to the edge of the porch and began studying the dark trees.
The clouds overhead had blocked any possible moonlight. The rain had lightened up some, but the lightening hadn’t. It was through these flashes of light that he could see the smoke hanging in the air. Staring at the forest, he saw the occasional orange or red flicker of flame that had reflected in his lover’s eyes.

“Viggo, I think they fixed that bon fire issue. It looks like we have a forest fire now."

~Continued~