Author: Lostiawen

E-mail: Lostiawen

Rated: NC-17

Pairing: VM/OB

Archive: Please don´t. 

Feedback: Yes, please.

Warnings: AU, Angst! I´m not kidding on this one.  Hurt/comfort, Violence, RescueMe!Orli, mentions of sexual abuse, elements that might be seen as blasphemous.

Summary: Viggo´s life takes an unexpected turn when he rescues a runaway. 

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, none of this really happened.  The author is not associated with or is implying anything about the sexual preferences or the lives of the people depicted within. 

Author´s Notes: This was an original story that I couldn't get accepted into any anthologies, so I'm posting it here.  It was written with Viggo and Orlando in mind.

For those of you familiar with my stuff, this is very much not my usual.  Please heed all of the warnings.
Posted Jan.  1, 2007

Viggo knew that he shouldn´t be in this part of town, but he wasn´t thinking very rationally. Being dumped by Chris over the phone had just sent him into a spiraling miasma of depression and anger, and he just couldn´t bear to stay in the house any longer. Getting into his car, he just drove around in a zombie-like state, not caring where he wound up. 

What the hell had he been thinking? He was forty-four, and he should have known better than to start a long-distance relationship with someone ten years his junior. But he had been tired of being alone, and he and Chris had clicked so well when they had first met. At least, that´s what he had thought. Maybe it was the old midlife crisis rearing its ugly head. 

He shook his head. No, he knew what it was: his obsessive fixation on having the perfect relationship. It fueled his every action and had driven most of his lovers away. Yet again, he found himself wishing for a straightforward love. No ambiguity, no games, just something simple and clean; where there was no doubt as to how his partner felt. 

Viggo snorted. While he was dreaming about the impossible, perhaps he should add in a wish for several million dollars. 

He paused at a stoplight and stared at his image in the rear view mirror, studying his chiseled face. He had a few more wrinkles than he would like around his blue eyes, and a touch of gray in his dark blonde hair, but he otherwise had aged well. Regular visits to the gym had insured that the lean muscles covering his body had kept their tone. 

A scream from an alley on the left grabbed his attention just then. Snapping his head around, he saw a slender teenager running from the dark passage, pursued by several burly men. The boy was outstripping his attackers, but it looked like he was tiring. 

Knowing that no one would help, Viggo waited until the boy had reached the street before he swiveled his car around, blocking off the aggressors. He hastily pushed opened the passenger side door and said, "Get in!" 

The panicked teen wasted no time in complying, jumping in and closing the door as fast as he could manage. As soon it slammed shut, Viggo hit the accelerator. The angry pursuers dashed after the car, but it was in vain. 

Letting out a sigh of relief, Viggo decided to glance over at his rescue. He had burrowed into the seat, and he was huddled into a tight ball, hiding his face behind his slim legs. A mass of raven curls tumbled over the tattered, filthy jeans; stopping just short of the thin hands clutching at his calves. Viggo grimaced when he noticed that the youth´s t-shirt was in a similar state. What had those animals been doing? 

"Are you all right?"  Viggo asked, speaking in a low voice to avoid panicking the frightened boy. 

"Y-yes," he replied. "Thank you."  The quiet words were spoken in tones that were far too deep for someone so youthful. The brief acknowledgement was uttered in a throaty purr, accompanied by a faint, British accent that caused Viggo´s body to tingle. He mentally cursed himself as he felt his pants tighten. What in hell was he thinking? This guy was a minor! 

Needing a quick distraction he said, "Um . . . You´re welcome. What´s your name?" 

"Orlando," the huddled figure replied. 

Deciding that Orlando needed some time to recover, Viggo decided to concentrate on driving. Orlando seemed content to remain in his position, remain silent and almost frozen in place. 

Viggo breathed a sigh of relief when he reached his destination. He pulled into his driveway and turned off the engine. Orlando was still in a fetal position, and Viggo put a comforting hand on the thin shoulder. "It´s all right now, you´re safe," he said, trying to coax the youth to relax. 

The tense body unfurled a small bit at a time, as if he was testing his environment. Viggo´s throat went dry when he saw Orlando´s features for the first time. Eyes the color of obsidian gazed at him from a delicate, androgynous face; the lithe form moved with catlike grace, complemented by long, elegant limbs. Viggo also noticed that the patches of skin peeking through Orlando´s threadbare clothing were smooth and hairless, just the way he preferred it. 

Now that Viggo was able to observe Orlando without any distractions, he noticed that the boy wasn´t as young as he thought. He was barely legal, and his body was... 

"Perfect," Viggo mumbled under his breath. He gave his mind another kick. Damnit, why was he letting his libido run wild? He needed to concentrate on the problem at hand. 

Focusing, Viggo said, "Orlando, where do you live? Maybe I should drop you off at home or the police station?" 

Orlando shook his head in despair. "I, um, I just arrived in this town. I don´t have a home here. And I don´t want to go to the police, I just . . . I just want to stay somewhere comfortable tonight."  Those soulful eyes looked deep into Viggo´s, drawing him in and pleading with him. Common sense told Viggo that he should drop Orlando off at a hotel, but something about Orlando´s waiflike appearance just stole his reason away. 

He replied, "Um, all right. I can let you crash on my couch. My name is Viggo, by the way." 

Orlando´s face lit up with a brilliant smile, causing Viggo´s stomach to flutter. Damnit, hadn´t he just broken up? What was wrong with him? It wasn´t like him to take in strays like this, but Orlando´s trusting gaze just struck a chord deep inside of him. 

"I can´t express how much this means to me, man," Orlando answered. His voice caressed every syllable as he spoke, sending a bolt of lust straight to Viggo´s groin. 

Trying his utmost to keep himself focused, Viggo got out of the car and said, "Come on. You probably need to get something warm in you." 

Orlando tried to follow, but he moved at a snail´s pace. For the first time, Viggo noticed the pained expression on his face. 

"Are you okay?"  Viggo asked. 

"Yeah, they kicked my arse up and down the street. Nothing broken, though, I´m just sore. Can you give me a few minutes?" 

Viggo nodded. "Come on over when you´re ready," he said. He walked to his front door, unlocked it, and then waited. He had left the lights on after his argument with Chris, and he was glad for the oversight. Orlando was having enough problems walking; he didn´t need to be fumbling in the dark on top of everything else. 

Once Orlando joined him, Viggo opened the door with a flourish and said, "Here we are, home sweet home." 

The cheerful expression on Viggo´s face turned into a grimace when he saw the clutter decorating everything. "Sorry, I haven´t had time to tidy up. This house is a fucking pig sty." 

"No way, man. This place is fantastic."  Viggo wondered for a brief moment if Orlando was bullshitting him, but the enthusiasm shining in his dark eyes was sincere. 

Viggo went straight to the linen closet, and pulled out a few towels. "You look like you could use a hot shower. The bathroom is at the end of the hallway, on the right. I´ll see if I have some clean clothes you can borrow." 

"Thank you again," Orlando said. 

"It´s no problem." 

Orlando nodded and disappeared down the passage, still walking with measured steps. Viggo felt a guilty twinge as he watched Orlando´s ass move, noticing how pert and firm it was. Shaking his head to clear it, he went into his bedroom and started picking out the smallest items of clothing that he owned. He wasn´t sure if what he had would fit Orlando, but it was better than the alternative. 

Steam had filled the room when Viggo entered. "I´m putting your clothes by the hamper," he called out, relieved that the opaque shower curtain hid Orlando´s body from view. 

He heard a pained groan. "Are you okay?"  Viggo asked. 

"They must have whaled on me worse than I thought. Fuck, it hurts to move." 

Viggo´s heart thudded in his chest. He couldn´t let Orlando strain himself -- it would aggravate his injuries. On the other hand, he didn´t want to be too forward and scare him off . . . 

"Bugger!"  Orlando grunted again. Viggo could hear him panting with effort. 

He bit his lip and said, "Um, I could, uh, help . . . if you want?"  After he finished his sentence, Viggo winced. He sure wasn´t going to score any points for sounding eloquent. 

Orlando seemed to be oblivious. "Sure," he said, apparently taking Viggo´s offer at face value. 

Viggo felt self-conscious as he stripped. Keep your head out of the gutter, dumbass, he told himself. You´re just helping someone, not seducing him. 

His breath caught when he pulled the curtain back. Orlando had his face in the spray, and his dark curls were plastered to his head, making him look adorable. Water beaded on his cheeks and chin, and his head was tilted back in a seductive fashion. 

Viggo flushed with arousal, and he was glad that Orlando had his eyes closed. His hands were shaking as he picked up the soap. "Uh, where do you need me to clean?"  he stammered out. 

"Just wherever," Orlando replied, his soft, melodic voice adding to Viggo´s frustration. "Don´t worry, man, I can take care of the naughty bits. I´m just having trouble reaching up." 

Viggo was still trembling when he began to wash Orlando´s back. He had to bite back a groan when he touched the velvety flesh, amazed at how soft and wonderful it felt under his hands. Orlando arched back into Viggo´s touch, making purring noises. His lips were parted slightly, and his neck was exposed, presenting a tempting expanse of skin. 

Viggo ground his teeth. He shouldn´t . . . Orlando was probably still unnerved from his ordeal. With an immense amount of will, he began to soap Orlando´s chest, forcing himself to concentrate on the task at hand. He almost lost his balance when Orlando leaned back even more, pressing against him. The dark head tilted back, exposing even more of his vulnerable flesh to Viggo´s gaze. 

Unable to control himself any further, Viggo began to run his unsteady hands over Orlando´s throat, his touch gentle and almost caressing. Orlando murmured in appreciation, resting more of his weight on Viggo´s chest. As Viggo´s questing hands drifted even lower, he was surprised to feel a fluttering, rapid pulse under his fingers. His breath quickened, and he flicked his gaze down towards Orlando´s crotch, hoping that he wasn´t imagining things. 

Lust flared within him when he saw the prominent erection. Before he could stop himself, he wrapped his hand around the hard flesh and began stroking it. Orlando melted against Viggo´s chest and cried out, heat radiating off his slippery body and destroying the last of Viggo´s resolve. He pressed closer, rubbing his shaft along that beautiful ass. 

"Viggo . . ." Orlando said, his voice thick with need. He rotated his buttocks, increasing the friction between them. 

Viggo´s hand sped up and Orlando bucked forward before he pushed back again. He continued on that rhythm -- alternating between fucking Viggo´s hand and rubbing himself against Viggo´s cock, until the two of them were panting. Viggo lost all sense of restraint and the need to bury himself in Orlando´s ass became the sole thing burning in his mind. He reached forward, grabbing a nearby bottle of conditioner. 

As he was spreading the slick fluid on his fingers, Orlando bent over and braced his hands on the tile wall, pointing his butt in the air. He breathed, "Don´t make me wait, Viggo . . . I want you now." 

Viggo inhaled sharply and pushed a single finger inside of Orlando, gasping at the heat that surrounded him. After he stroked the tight passage a few times, Viggo pulled his hand back and applied more conditioner to his erection. 

Orlando moaned and arched his back. "Please . . ." he said, his words fading into a strangled cry when Viggo inserted the tip of his cock. Viggo paused and shuddered. Orlando was tighter than he had dreamed possible, and it took all of his willpower to not start pounding away. 

"More," Orlando said before he abruptly slid back, impaling himself on Viggo´s full length. Both men hissed at the contact. 

"Yeah . . . go on, Viggo, I won´t break," Orlando moaned. "I need to feel you move." 

Needing no further prompting, Viggo gripped Orlando´s hips and began thrusting at a rapid clip. Orlando cried out, pushing back with each stroke. Water sprayed everywhere as their flesh slapped together. 

Orlando shifted, bracing one hand against the wall. He reached down with the other, stroking his cock in time to Viggo´s merciless slamming. 

"Harder," Orlando panted, looking over his shoulder to gaze at Viggo with lust-clouded eyes. "Fuck me hard." 

Viggo couldn´t resist Orlando´s plea. He pistoned his hips as fast as he could manage, sending Orlando almost flying towards the wall. The searing, tight heat around him was driving him insane, and the sight of Orlando thrashing underneath him, screaming with each plunge, set every inch of his body on fire. 

He groaned, "Going to come . . ." and his thrusts became ragged. 

"Yes! I´m close, too," Orlando purred, his voice dripping with sin. "Come for me, Viggo."  Orlando clamped down, gripping Viggo like a vise with his internal muscles. 

That was enough. Viggo slammed forward one more time. He screamed as he climaxed, all of his senses exploding outward as he spent himself in the tight channel. He heard a gasp underneath him, and then Orlando wailed, his back arching up as pearly strands of liquid flowed over his fingers. 

Viggo slumped down, pressing their quaking bodies together, letting the lukewarm water beat over them. He pressed a tender kiss to Orlando´s shoulder, and heard a small murmur of approval. 

His head was still spinning as he pulled out. God, he had never had sex that was that incredible before . . . but he had just barebacked a complete stranger. Shit! Where was his brain? 

While he was trying to think things over, Orlando straightened up and threw himself at Viggo. "Fuck, that was mind-blowing . . ."

Viggo stiffened, and Orlando pulled back, the laughter in his voice dying out when he saw the expression on Viggo´s face. "What´s wrong?" 

"It´s nothing," Viggo muttered. 

Orlando frowned, but then pressed their wet bodies together. "It´s okay, Viggo. I´m clean. Please believe me?"  He brushed his fingers against Viggo´s cheek, his dark gaze vulnerable and open. 

This went against all of his common sense, but Viggo knew in his gut that Orlando wasn´t lying to him, and could never be capable of deceit. "I do," he said, kissing his new lover. 

As he pulled back, Viggo noticed that Orlando was chewing his lip. "What´s the matter?"  he asked. 

"Um, nothing . . ."

Viggo sighed. Chris would never admit that anything was wrong, either. Most men wouldn´t, and frankly, he was sick of it. 

"It´s all right, Orlando. Just tell me. You can say anything, really. I won´t look down on you." 

Orlando hesitated, his gaze searching Viggo´s face as if he was still mistrusting his words. 

"Please," Viggo said. 

"You´ll think I´m a big girl´s blouse." 

Viggo pulled Orlando into a tight embrace. "Why? You´re lost, you have no money, and you were almost beaten to within an inch of your life. If it was me, I´d be shaking in my boots."  He petted the thick curls. "Besides, I´m tired of the whole macho male thing. Talk to me, please?"  He stroked his thumb across Orlando´s cheek, looking deep into those trusting eyes. 

"C-can I sleep with you tonight?"  Orlando whispered. "I just don´t want to be alone . . ."

"If you don´t, I´ll drag you into my bed." 

Orlando´s face lit up with a bright smile. "Really?" 

"Really." 

The laughter that tumbled from Orlando´s lips melted Viggo inside. "Fuck, man. I can´t thank you enough," he said, clasping Viggo in a bear hug. 

Viggo laughed and replied, "You´ll change your mind when my snoring wakes you up." 

**

Viggo lay awake in the darkness, unable to sleep. Normally, he was able to sleep like the dead, but he couldn´t drift off tonight. He looked with fondness at the slender form snuggled against his chest. Orlando shifted in his sleep, burying and rubbing his face against Viggo´s skin. He mumbled something and pulled Viggo closer, sighing in contentment. A wave of overwhelming tenderness washed over Viggo. He could hold Orlando like this forever, and he was now dreading what the morning might bring. 

"What are you doing to me?"  he whispered in awe. 

Orlando made an incoherent noise and changed his position, throwing a leg over Viggo´s thighs and molding their bodies together. He planted a tiny kiss on Viggo´s shoulder before he settled down again, his innocent, angelic visage free of the night´s burdens. 

Viggo ran his hand through Orlando´s tousled hair, savoring the feel of the silky curls passing through his fingers. Orlando murmured in appreciation, arching into his touch. 

"Christ," Viggo said, feeling his heart skip again. Resigning himself to the fact that he wasn´t going to get any shuteye, he decided to study Orlando´s face, memorizing every curve. 

He was still occupied when the darkness faded and grew lighter. The first rays of dawn peeked through the window, highlighting Orlando´s delicate features and making him look almost ethereal. Viggo stared in wonder at the vision in front of him. Time seemed to stand still, and he lost himself in the moment. 

Orlando slowly came to wakefulness while Viggo watched him, breaking the spell. 

"Morning," he said, his voice husky from sleep. 

"Um . . . morning," Viggo said, hoping that Orlando wasn´t going to panic and blame him for the fact that they fucked last night. 

Orlando chased away all of Viggo´s fears with a bright smile. "You look like you could use some coffee. Why don´t you go do your morning routine while I brew some up?" 

Now it was Viggo´s turn to feel embarrassed. "Sure, uh, I´ll go shave or something."  He withdrew to the bathroom, amazed that he only felt slightly tired. As he left, he noticed that he was already missing Orlando´s warm body against his. He hadn´t felt this way since . . . no, kill that thought; bad enough that you just slept with a complete stranger. And keep in mind, that´s what he is, a stranger; even if they do fit as if they were made for each other on the bed . . . 

After Viggo cleaned the last of the shaving cream from his face, he heard a sizzle coming from the kitchen. Curious, he made his way over and peered in. The coffee was percolating, but what grabbed his attention was the fact that Orlando was cooking some eggs without a stitch of clothing on him. 

Orlando turned around and beamed at him. "Thought you could use some breakfast, too. Is a ham and spinach omelet okay?" 

"How did you know that was my favorite?"  Viggo asked, gaping. 

"I´m a good guesser; it´s a talent of mine. Among other things," he said in his smooth as silk voice. He raked his gaze over Viggo´s naked body and licked his lips. 

Viggo felt his cock stirring back to life. Orlando purred, "You don´t have to leave right now, do you?" 

"Not for an hour," Viggo stammered. "Um, don´t you have to mind the food?" 

Orlando stalked up to him, his eyes burning with lust. "I can multi-task," he said, his voice low and throaty. "It´s another talent of mine."  He dropped to his knees, quelling any further arguments. 

**

Viggo dashed into the main building, hoping he didn´t look too disheveled. They had actually taken longer than an hour, and Viggo gave silent thanks to the fact that the cops didn´t catch him speeding on the way to work. He raced down the hallway, his brain whirling with images of earlier events. Christ, twice in one morning . . . he hadn´t done that since he was a teenager. 

"Whoa! Earth to Viggo!"  someone called out in front of him. 

Viggo stopped himself just in time to keep himself from crashing into a familiar solid body. Karl, Viggo´s co-worker and friend, looked him over with his customary smirk. "Jesus, did Chris get back early? You must have had some wicked make-up sex, because you´ve got the most severe case of JBF hair that I´ve ever seen." 

"What?"  Viggo said. Shit, he had forgotten about Chris somehow. 

"JBF? You know, Just Been Fucked? Hel-lo, are you even listening to me?" 

Viggo frowned. Karl was being his usual annoying self, and he needed to be taught a lesson. "Chris dumped me last night, Karl," he said, trying to sound as depressed as possible. 

The confusion that colored Karl´s face was well worth the price of admission. "What? But . . . you . . . Shit, I´m sorry, man." 

"Yeah, well," Viggo said and paused. He slowly grinned. "I met someone new a couple of hours later." 

Karl´s jaw dropped to the floor, and Viggo chuckled. "You´re going to catch flies like that, Karl." 

"B-but . . . wow. You work fast, man. He must be a wildcat in bed." 

"You have no idea," Viggo said, a shit-eating leer creeping onto his face. 

Karl grabbed his arm. "I´m not letting you out of sight until you tell me every detail, including what happened this morning." 

"Karl, I´m running late. Can we do this later?" 

"No. It´s quiet and the boss is sick. Now, come on over to the break room and spill your guts." 

**

Viggo ran his hands through his hair as he pulled into his driveway. He actually didn´t have the opportunity to talk to Karl because he was grabbed to put out a fire almost immediately after their conversation in the hallway. And it didn´t stop there. The rest of the day was a never-ending rush of issues that had to be dealt with ASAP. Viggo worked through lunch, and would have stayed late if he hadn´t promised Orlando that he´d be home by seven before he left. 

It was now fifteen minutes past that time, and Viggo hoped that Orlando wouldn´t be too pissed. He had decided to stop off at his favorite Chinese restaurant and pick up dinner, since he didn´t want to make Orlando cook again. Viggo hoped that Orlando hadn´t been too bored during the day. He had given him some cash in the morning for the taxi. Orlando was reluctant to accept it, but Viggo insisted that he needed to see the police as soon as possible. 

Grabbing the take-out from the seat beside him, Viggo strolled up to his front door, whistling a random tune. His steps had a spring in them that hadn´t been there for years. He put the key in the lock and almost dropped the food after he pushed the door open. The house was spotless. Everything had been tidied up and he didn´t see a speck of dust or dirt anywhere. 

Before he could reflect much more on this new development, Orlando appeared in the hallway and immediately launched himself into Viggo´s arms. 

"You´re home! Shit, I missed you so much!"  Orlando cried out before he gave Viggo a toe-curling kiss. 

Viggo´s brain melted as Orlando´s tongue stroked over his own. He tangled in his hands in the curly mop of hair, groaning loudly when he felt Orlando´s body pressing against him. His head was spinning out of control when their lips parted. 

"I hope you don´t mind," Orlando said. "I got back early after I saw the cops and I thought I should pay you back for being so wonderful." 

"Damn, you spoil me," Viggo said. Housework was one of the many things he and Chris had butted heads on in the past. Holding up the brown bag, he said, "I brought dinner." 

Viggo gasped when Orlando rubbed his already hard cock against his crotch in small circles. Orlando was still wearing Viggo´s clothes, and the motion tugged the baggy jeans downward until they almost fell off his slender hips. "Mmm, I´m hungry for something else," he purred, sucking on the hollow of Viggo´s neck. 

It took all of Viggo´s willpower to put the food down instead of dropping it. "Jesus Christ, you´re going to kill me," he murmured before he cupped Orlando´s erection, stroking the solid lump. 

Orlando moaned and bucked into Viggo´s hand. "Need you now," he said, his cheeks already starting to flush. 

Viggo unzipped Orlando´s jeans and knelt down. However, he was unprepared for Orlando´s fingers digging painfully into his shoulders. Viggo looked up, and noticed that every one of Orlando´s muscles had tensed up. Fear skittered in the depths of his eyes and he was trying to disguise his trembling. 

"What´s wrong, baby?"  Viggo whispered. 

"I-I´m sorry," Orlando said. "I just can´t . . ." He looked at Viggo, and his gaze was filled with pain. "Something bad happened when I was young. My uncle told me that he wanted to give me a special kiss . . ." his voice trailed off into a choked sob. 

Viggo stood up and clasped Orlando against his body in a tight grip. Bile rose in his throat. How could anyone hurt such an innocent soul? "Shhh, it´s all right. We don´t have to do anything that you don´t want to." 

Orlando buried his face in Viggo´s chest and his body shook. Viggo stroked his back, murmuring in a soft voice. Eventually, the quaking stopped and Orlando lifted his head, looking deep into Viggo´s eyes. 

Viggo caressed the smooth cheek and said, "I won´t let anyone hurt you."  His voice caught and he kissed Orlando´s full lips, feeling his body ignite. "I love you," he whispered. 

"You do?"  Orlando said, awestruck. 

Viggo nodded. Even though he had only known Orlando for a handful of hours, he was certain that this was the man he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. 

Orlando tangled his hands in Viggo´s hair. "I fell in love with you as soon as you rescued me," he replied. "I told myself that I was being stupid . . ." Viggo decided at that point that the time for talk was over, and he captured Orlando´s lips, silencing any further conversation. 

The slim body melted against him. Viggo´s hand drifted down, reaching under the waistband to grab Orlando´s hard cock. He heard a tiny cry, and the lithe hips began grinding into Viggo´s hand. "God, don´t make me wait any longer," Orlando breathed. "I want you inside of me right now." 

"I have to grab the lube," Viggo said. 

Orlando gave him an impish grin and reached into the pocket of his jeans. "Oh, you mean this thing?"  he said, producing the small bottle. 

Viggo laughed. "Eager, are we?"  he said, sinking down onto the carpet. 

Orlando dragged Viggo´s clothes off before he stripped at top speed. He straddled Viggo´s thighs, and rubbed their stiff cocks against each other. "Always," he replied with a throaty moan before he leaned down to suck on Viggo´s neck again. "I want you," he murmured. 

Viggo groaned and slicked himself up before he tugged Orlando over, letting his lover straddle him. Orlando mewled and squirmed when Viggo prodded his entrance, quivering in anticipation. 

"How badly do you want me to fuck you?"  Viggo rasped. 

Instead of replying, Orlando pushed down, impaling himself on Viggo´s needy erection. Viggo bucked, throwing his head back to cry out as he was surrounded by volcanic heat and tightness again. Orlando hissed as Viggo touched bottom. Bracing his hands on either side of Viggo´s head, he bobbed up and down, his hooded, dark eyes burning with desire as he slid his hips along the hard length. 

"You feel so good inside of me," Orlando moaned, his voice thick. He changed the angle of his body and quaked, moaning Viggo´s name. Spurred on, he quickened his pace, arching back and writhing on Viggo´s erection like a wild animal. 

Unable to keep still any longer, Viggo thrust upward. Orlando cried out in reaction, and Viggo knew that it was his signal to give Orlando everything he had. He grabbed the slim hips and pounded into Orlando´s willing body as hard as he could. Orlando threw his head back, mouth hanging open in a silent scream as Viggo entered him with rough strokes. Moisture was oozing copiously from his cock, and his breath was hitching, indicating to Viggo that he was close to orgasm. 

Viggo grabbed Orlando´s bobbing erection in his large hand and began tugging on it, twisting his fist as he stroked. "You can´t get enough, can you?"  he said in a rough voice. "You won´t be satisfied until I fuck you clear into next week."  Orlando replied with a soft whimper and nodded. 

Encouraged, Viggo continued, "I love watching my cock disappear into your little pink hole, love sinking deep inside of you." 

"Yes," Orlando moaned, devastating Viggo with his feverish gaze. Viggo thrust into him again, causing Orlando´s body to spasm. "Viggo . . ." he said, panting heavily. 

Viggo flicked his thumb over the sensitive head and Orlando shrieked. His slim body tensed and he wailed at the top of his lungs as he climaxed, his cock jerking in Viggo´s hand. 

The sight of Orlando´s ecstatic, flushed face sent Viggo over the edge. Grunting, he pushed upward one last time before he groaned, spilling into Orlando´s tightness as his orgasm rocked through him. He quaked for what seemed like forever before he collapsed back onto the carpet, everything drained out of him. Orlando slumped down, pressing his sweaty cheek against Viggo´s. Viggo petted the damp curls, ruefully hissing at the new abrasions on his skin from the carpet. 

"Okay, now I need to eat. I´m hungry," Orlando said mere second later. 

"And I´m dead," Viggo grumbled. "I can just see the headlines now -- ´Middle-aged Man Suffers Heart Attack . . . Completely Slaughtered While Being Fucked.´"

Orlando stuck his tongue out. "Are you always this silly after sex, old man?" 

"Only with you," Viggo replied, caressing a smooth cheek. He brushed his lips against Orlando´s. "Come on, let´s get some food." 

**

Viggo stared at the ceiling in his bedroom, feeling dumbstruck. Orlando was curled against him, looking peaceful as he slept. They had fucked again after dinner on the table. Viggo shook his head -- four times in twenty-four hours. Five, if he counted the blowjob from this morning. He hadn´t had that much sex in . . . Shit, he had never had that much sex before. 

"Goddamn," he muttered in awe. He guessed that those old urban legends about love being an aphrodisiac were right after all. 

Smiling with tenderness, Viggo looked at Orlando´s slumbering face. He looked so beautiful, so perfect. The delicate lids started opening, and Viggo stared into them, losing himself in the dark, limpid depths. He stroked Orlando´s velvety cheek before he bent down to kiss that precious mouth. 

"What´re you looking at?"  Orlando said, his voice groggy from sleep. 

"You. Thinking about how lucky I am to have met you." 

"Mmm, come snuggle. Wanna sleep." 

"All right." 

Viggo pulled Orlando against him and drifted off. He floated in the peaceful blackness for a while, but something was starting to pull him back. As he came back to consciousness, the noise was more distinct. It was a pitiful whimper, and his sleepy brain registered that it had originated from Orlando. 

Viggo blinked his eyes, and he felt Orlando thrashing in his arms. "No," Orlando whispered, "Don´t . . . please don´t hurt me . . ."

"Orlando?"  Viggo said in alarm. "Baby, wake up. You´re having a nightmare."  He shook the lithe form, hoping to snap him out of it. 

"Don´t . . . NO!"  Orlando screamed, suddenly bolting awake. He looked panicked and confused. 

Viggo held him close. "Shhh, it´s okay. You´re safe. It´s me, Viggo." 

"Wha? Viggo?" 

Viggo kissed Orlando´s curls. "That´s right." 

Orlando´s face twisted and he shuddered. "I´m sorry." 

"What was that about?" 

Orlando sighed. "Remember when I said that I just got here? I was running away from home. My Dad died when I was little, and my Mum remarried Derek and moved here from England. He, um, decided that Mum wasn´t tight enough for him." 

Viggo gritted his teeth. "And what you told me earlier..."

Orlando closed his eyes in pain. "I fibbed a bit. That was Derek, too." 

"Oh, baby . . ."  Viggo said, wondering how Orlando could have survived such a horrible life. "It´s okay now. I´d never hurt you."

"You don´t know how much it means to me to hear you say that," Orlando whispered. 

Something was still troubling Viggo. "Why were those men chasing you?" 

"Um . . ." Orlando lowered his eyes and looked ashamed. 

"It´s okay, I won´t judge you." 

"After I ran away, I had fuck all. One of those guys said he knew a way for me to make money. So I took him up on his offer. I thought he wanted me to run some drugs, you know? But he took me to a room, and it was full of his friends, and he said that they were having a party and needed some entertainment . . ."  Orlando´s voice broke and he trembled again. "I tried to fight them, so they started kicking my arse. I got really lucky, though, one of them didn´t have a good grip on me, so I broke out and ran for the door."

Rage bubbled inside of Viggo. "My God . . . those fucking bastards. If they even look at you again, they´re dead." 

Orlando shivered. "Don´t talk like that. Just hold me, please? It makes everything all better." 

Viggo pulled Orlando closer to him. "I´ll always be here for you, I promise that." 

"I love you, Viggo," Orlando said. 

"Love you, too," Viggo purred. "Everything will be fine from now on." 

**

Weeks passed, and Viggo settled into a pleasant routine. Orlando would usually wake him up, and they would have a quick fuck before Viggo went to work. Of course, on some days, Orlando wanted more, and Viggo would have to sneak into work afterward. After Viggo left, Orlando stayed home and took care of all of the household chores. He was always willing and randy when Viggo returned in the evening. 

It couldn´t last, though. One day, Orlando´s libido had caused Viggo to be late yet again, but his supervisor actually noticed this time and wrote him up. Karl was insufferable, badgering Viggo for details about the scratches that Orli had given him last night, and everything decided to blow up at work. 

The only thing that kept Viggo from murdering everyone was an afternoon call from his lover. Viggo sighed as he remembered Orlando´s happy and sweet voice chattering away about some hummingbirds that had decided to take up residence in the backyard. 

Karl cruised by his cube. "Uh oh, you´ve got that dreamy look again. Is it your new boy toy?" 

Viggo growled, "He´s not a boy toy, Karl." 

"He´s young, pretty, and a complete nympho. Sounds like a boy toy to me." 

"Shut up! He´s more than that, Karl. Fuck, he cleaned up my entire house right after I met him. Why would he do that if he didn´t care for me?" 

Karl looked at Viggo skeptically. "He did what? Your house? The complete mess?" 

Viggo nodded. Karl said, "Viggo, I think he´s a little too perfect. What the hell do you know about him? About his family?" 

"Um . . ." Viggo said, realizing that he hadn´t told Karl much other than locker room details. 

"Shit. That´s not like you, Viggo. You´re usually a lot more paranoid than that."  Viggo shifted in his seat. Karl knew him far too well, and this grilling was cutting too close to the truth. 

Karl frowned. "Wait a minute . . . you told me that you met him in a bar. That´s not true, is it?" 

"No," Viggo sighed. It was no use holding out, since Karl would pester him until he gave in. "You won´t believe this, but I was driving around after the break up and I literally rescued Orlando from getting his ass kicked." 

"What?! Jesus, Viggo! Let me guess, he didn´t have any ID or money?" 

"Uh, no . . ."

Karl slammed his hands down on the desk. "Fuck. You´re more practical than that, Viggo. Has Orlando at least tried to contact his parents or friends?" 

"He ran away from a broken home, Karl," Viggo said, remembering their heartbreaking conversation. "He has nowhere to go." 

"Sounds like he´s scoping you out so that he can rip off everything in your house, if you ask me." 

Viggo growled, "Fuck you, Karl. If you had seen his face that night, you wouldn´t be talking like this." 

Karl held up his hand. "Whoa, peace. Tell me he at least contacted the cops?" 

"He did." 

Karl breathed a sigh of relief. "And who´s handling his case?" 

Viggo scratched his head. Why hadn´t he thought about this before? "You know, I haven´t asked." 

"Shit! Goddamnit, Viggo . . ."

"Karl," Viggo said, growing annoyed. "Don´t go there, okay? I trust Orlando and I love him." 

"Viggo . . ."

"This conversation is over." 

Karl said, "Fine," before he stalked off. 

**

It was a week later when Karl dared to approach Viggo again. 

"Quitting time," he said. Even though his voice was cheerful, Viggo could sense Karl´s nervousness. 

Viggo sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He couldn´t afford to be angry, not with the load of shit that just blew up in his face. "I can´t. A last minute fire came up." 

"Say what?" 

"Some asshole whose name I won´t mention dropped the ball and I have to pick up the pieces."  He ran his hands through his hair. "Fuck! I was going to take Orli out to dinner tonight."

"Well, didn´t you tell me that he was a hell of a cook?" 

"Yeah, but it´s not fair to him. I already feel guilty enough that I have to bail on our plans." 

Karl said, "You know, I could bring some take out to him. Just call it in and I´ll play delivery service." 

Viggo blinked in surprise. He hadn´t expected this, but if Karl was willing to extend the olive branch, he wasn´t going to turn it down. 

"Thanks, Karl," Viggo said, picking up the phone. "I´ll be ordering from Mayumi´s and then I´ll call Orli to let him know what´s up." 

"No problem," Karl called out as he left. 

Viggo picked up the phone, hoping to hell that the client was still in. If he could talk to him personally, maybe he could smooth out some ruffled feathers . . . 

Half an hour later, Viggo sighed in relief. After he had explained things, Ian had calmed down and promised to put in a good word to the boss. He was off the hook, life was good, and he could now spend the evening with Orlando. 

There was a spring in his step when he walked up the driveway, but then another sound caused him to stop in his tracks. He waited, and then he heard it again a loud, passionate groan. 

No, this couldn´t be...And then he heard it again, coupled with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh. 

Viggo´s hands were shaking as he grabbed the door knob. He didn´t want to fumble for his keys, so he turned it cautiously. 

The door swung open easily, and his heart shattered into a thousand pieces when he saw Orlando on his back on the couch, naked and arching underneath another man. The guy´s buttocks were plunging forward, thrusting so hard that the couch moved. 

His hips rolled and Orlando wailed. "You like that, don´t you, whore?"  an all too familiar voice growled. 

The blood roared in Viggo´s ears. He knew exactly who that was. "KARL? What the fuck?!" 

Horrified, Karl´s head snapped around to see Viggo standing in the doorway. "Shit! Um, I can explain . . ." Karl stammered. 

Viggo turned a deaf ear to him and stalked out, slamming the door with enough force to shake the living room walls. Rage filled every inch of his body as he got into his car and drove off. 

**

Viggo had no idea how far he drove or for how long; he just wanted to get away from everything. When his whirling thoughts had settled down, he paused to take stock of his surroundings. He was in some God-forsaken part of town again, and his thoughts drifted towards that fateful night. Orlando had been so needy and vulnerable, looking like a lost little angel . . . 

Recent memories intruded, and he could see Orlando writhing underneath Karl, moaning as if he was getting the fuck of his life. Viggo punched the wheel in anger, how could that bastard Karl do that to him? And Orlando . . . his thoughts flitted back. When Karl had turned around to stare at him, Orlando had gazed in Viggo´s direction with a heartbreaking look of resignation and deep sorrow. 

No, damnit, he told himself . . . these things don´t happen by accident. But, still, that expression . . . 

A slight movement in the rear view mirror caught Viggo´s eye, interrupting his reverie. He flicked his gaze up, trying to remain calm when he saw some familiar dark figures hunched behind the wheel of a black car. Viggo recognized them -- they were the men who had been pursuing Orlando on the night that they met. And now that they had gotten a very good look at his car and the license plate, they could track him down with relative ease. 

Panic seized Viggo´s heart. He thought about what they´d do to his sweet boy once they found him. Putting his car into gear, he accelerated as fast as he could, running the red light. The other car continued to keep up with him, and Viggo´s pulse raced when he saw that he couldn´t shake them. He continued to try to avoid them; hoping that once he arrived somewhere that he recognized, he could give them the slip. It seemed like an eternity before he was back on his home turf. 

Moving quickly, he turned down a maze of side streets that he knew was complete hell to navigate for anyone unfamiliar with this stretch of the city. After a few abrupt turns, he noticed that he could no longer see the other car in his rear view mirror. 

He relaxed only momentarily before he stepped on the accelerator. He sped back home and parked his car inside the garage so that it wouldn´t be spotted from the street. Viggo almost tore the door open as he ran inside, wanting to do nothing more than hold Orlando. 

"Orli!"  he called out, worried that Orlando had fled. When there was no reply inside the darkened house, he yelled louder, "Orli? Baby, please answer me, it´s important!"

A small whimper from the bedroom grabbed his attention. He rushed in, his heart shattering into pieces when he saw the figure cocooned in the blankets. "Orli . . ."

"I´m sorry, Viggo," Orlando said in a pained voice. "I thought that Karl would hate my guts, but after he arrived he started being really nice to me. So I wanted to show how much I appreciated his kindness . . . I couldn´t stop myself." 

A small, niggling voice in Viggo´s head told him that Orlando was just making up excuses, but the hurt in Orlando´s dark eyes quelled his doubts. He petted the dark curls and said in a soothing voice, "Shhh, it´s okay." 

"It´s not okay! I didn´t want to . . . to do stuff with him, but I don´t know what happened," Orlando sobbed. 

Viggo turned Orlando over and pulled him close. Orlando tried to push away, but Viggo restrained him with ease. "I said, it´s okay. You have a history of being sexually abused. It´s only logical that you would react like this." 

"Viggo . . . I´m so lucky to have you," Orlando said, pure love shining in the depths of his gaze. "I´m glad you came back." 

The pursuit earlier was still fresh in Viggo´s mind, and he said urgently, "That´s what I need to talk to you about. Those guys that attacked you the first night? They followed my car." 

"Shit! How? What?"  Orlando said, blanching. 

"It´s okay. I ditched them. But we need to go to the police. Now." 

Orlando gave him a woebegone look. "I can´t . . . I´m sorry, Viggo." 

Viggo was puzzled. "Why not?" 

He didn´t receive an immediate response. Orlando nibbled his lip and twisted his hands together. After a long pause, he said in a quiet voice, "Because . . . because I´ve been booked for prostitution." 

"What?"  Viggo felt horrified at Orlando´s announcement. They´d be fucking without condoms all this time. 

Orlando noticed his distress. "No, it´s not what you think! I tried to run away a few years ago. I was almost fifteen and I was alone and starving on the streets. So, um, I tried to sell myself. And the first guy I hit on was a cop."  Orlando looked embarrassed. "He hauled me in and I had to spend some time in juvie."

Viggo let out the breath he was holding. "What happened after that?" 

"They had to call my Mum. Derek came by to pick me up . . ." Orlando said. He looked away, ashamed. 

"It´s okay, baby. Really."  Viggo said, hugging him. "How about I go to the cops by myself?" 

Instead of reassuring him, Viggo´s words had the opposite effect on Orlando. He clutched Viggo´s shirt in his fists and trembled. "No! It´s too dangerous! What if those guys follow you again? They´ll kill you!" 

"Well, fuck, what can we do?"  Viggo said in resignation. 

Orlando pressed his cheek against Viggo´s broad chest. "Make love to me, please?" 

"What?"  Viggo was confused at Orlando´s request, how could anyone think of sex at this moment? 

Orlando pressed in closer. "Viggo, please . . . we can´t just sit here stewing. I want you to make me forget about all of this shit."  His large, dark eyes locked with Viggo´s, pleading again. "And we´re stuck here until it´s safe . . ."

Viggo melted inside. "Anything for you," he murmured, leaning down to kiss that lush mouth. Before he could proceed further, Orlando placed two fingers on Viggo´s lips, stopping him. 

"Viggo . . . I . . ." his voice trailed off, and he squirmed as if he were afraid of something. 

"What is it, baby? Tell me. You know you can," Viggo said, rubbing his hand along Orlando´s back to reassure him. 

Orlando´s reply was in such a soft voice that Viggo had to strain to hear it. "I want . . . I want you to go down on me." 

Viggo´s jaw dropped open. He couldn´t have heard that correctly. "Really? But . . . you . . ."

"Please, I want you to do it. I trust you with all of my heart." 

"Orlando . . ." Viggo said, awestruck. 

With a shy smile, Orlando let the covers drop. He was already erect, and he pushed away from Viggo´s chest to lie back on the mattress. His hand skimmed over his stomach and he spread his legs open in invitation. "Suck me, Viggo, please." 

His pulse racing, Viggo slid down and pressed a small kiss to the tip of Orlando´s cock, carefully studying the delicate face for any signs of panic. When none occurred, he wrapped his lips around the mushroom-shaped head, lapping at the slit. Orlando moaned, arching against the bed. Orlando tasted wonderful, and Viggo swallowed his length without any difficulty, craving more. 

As soon as he felt Orlando´s prick bumping the back of his throat, he heard a small whimper from beneath him. Orlando began to thrust upward, bucking into Viggo´s mouth. Smiling around Orlando´s cock, Viggo swirled his tongue over the vein on the underside, lavishing attention to the sensitive skin. 

Orlando mewled, losing himself in the sensation. "Shit! So good . . . Viggo, I´m not going to last . . ."

Viggo reached down and pressed on the skin underneath Orlando´s heavy sacs. The response was immediate -- Orlando wailed, slamming upward again as he climaxed. As Viggo felt his mouth filling with salty fluid, he was amazed at how hot it was. He swallowed, and suddenly noticed that his throat was burning, almost as if he had ingested liquid fire. Eyes widening, he tried to speak, but he felt as if his blood was boiling, turning into molten lava in his veins. He screamed as tendrils of flame licked through his body, consuming and devouring him inch by inch. 

The pain hammered into his every cell and he spasmed, feeling as if his skin was melting, peeling off in sheets. As he passed out, he caught a quick glimpse of Orlando looking at him with a distant, calculating gaze. 

**

Viggo´s dreams plagued him. The air was hot, heavy, and thick; wrapping around him like a snug blanket. The world was a blur beneath him, brief images flashed across his mind´s eye, flitting across so fast that it was hard to take everything in as a whole. 

He was flying, soaring high, and his body thrilled at the freedom from the earth´s grasp. Laughing, he reveled in the feel of the wind kissing his face and hair as he ascended towards the sky. A beautiful melody caressed his ears, the notes somehow communicating that he should be somewhere else. By some means that were not clear, Viggo noticed his surroundings fading away, becoming grey and indistinct. He traveled in this nothingness for a short time, and then everything coalesced around him, colors bursting back into view. He was found now standing on solid ground in an unfamiliar place. While he was trying to get his bearings, a ghostly figure was attempting to grab him from behind, to confine him. 

Viggo whirled, tearing through the frail, transparent being. Rapture seized his every cell and he was in complete ecstasy, breaking through the gossamer creatures that sought to hold him, to bind him to the Earth. Their shrieks of agony were music to his ears. 

His attention was ensnared by a familiar voice calling to him in his mind, pleading with him to bring his victims back. Mesmerized, he flew towards the source, carrying what was asked of him. The landscape blurred again, and he mind faded out again. When he could see clearly, he was back in his house. Orlando was standing in front of Viggo, holding his arms open, his jeans and t-shirt clinging like a second skin to his body. 

A wave of primal lust flooded through Viggo. Snarling, he threw Orlando to the ground, tearing the clothes off of the slender form. Instead of panicking, Orlando began to sing. The smooth, dulcet notes were the same ones that called to him earlier, and they cooled Viggo´s savagery, causing him to relax his grip. Orlando kissed him with absolute tenderness on the lips before he slithered down, unzipping Viggo´s pants and pulling out his hard cock. 

Viggo watched those full lips engulf him, and he cried out in pleasure. The world spun out of control, and he was climbing again, ascending...and then everything went black. Long moments passed before Viggo regained consciousness. He groaned, wondering which herd of elephants had decided to perform a tap dance extravaganza on his body. He hurt everywhere. Hell, even his teeth hurt. And what the fuck was that bizarre dream about? He stared at the ceiling, too much in agony to even move his eyes. 

"Good, you´re awake," he heard Orlando saying. 

Viggo decided that the pain must have screwed up his hearing. Orlando´s voice was devoid of any friendliness; sounding clipped and businesslike instead. Either way, trying to puzzle anything out required too much energy. Viggo decided to just lie where he was and not move for about a hundred years. 

Moments passed, and the agony ebbed, fading to a dull ache. He shifted a bit, and noticed for the first time that his hand was sticky. He grinned -- Orlando was irrepressible, and must have molested him while he was dreaming. Viggo groped around for some tissues, shaking with laughter. 

His mirth faded when he saw his hand. It was covered in blood. A lump formed in his throat and he looked down, choking when he saw that his clothes were soaked with brownish-red stains and gore. 

Viggo sat up, panic seizing him. Orlando said, "Calm down, it isn´t yours."  He pointed toward a pile of mutilated bodies. "Can´t say the same for these poor bastards, though."

Nausea stabbed deep into Viggo´s gut, and he dashed for the bathroom, retching. He was still dry heaving over the toilet when Orlando came in. 

Orlando patted his head in a condescending matter. "Poor Viggo, unable to understand what happened."  Viggo felt himself being tugged to his feet. He looked at Orlando and shivered, not recognizing the impassive face gazing at him. There was no trace of nervousness in Orlando´s movements; just a predatory, quiet menace. 

Chuckling, Orlando said, "I´m sorry, luv, but I´m afraid that you´ve been had." 

"What? You mean Karl . . ."

"Well, he was partially right. I was plotting something, but it wasn´t a simple robbery. Karl confronted me when he came to deliver the food, so I had to do something so that you´d never listen to him again."  Orlando´s flat black irises suddenly changed shade, turning into a pure, liquid gold. There was no trace of innocence in his gaze; in fact, the depths of the honey-colored eyes hinted at a lifespan that extended beyond that of any living being. 

Viggo´s jaw dropped open in shock. This was not happening. He was dreaming, this was not happening . . . 

Orlando stated, "My race has been called many things over the years, but you probably know us best as incubi." 

"You´re a-a demon?" 

Orlando smiled. "A subspecies of demon. My brethren and I decided that we were tired of life on our plane, and yours suited us perfectly. I volunteered to be the advanced scout."  He strolled out of the bathroom and walked up to one of the bodies. "Unfortunately, some of you humans were better prepared than I thought."

Viggo noticed a crucifix glinting on one of the butchered necks. He sputtered, "These men are priests?" 

Orlando shook his head. "No . . . they´re a special branch of the Vatican, trained to deal with supernatural threats such as myself."  He ripped a sleeve off of one of the corpses, displaying a bare arm covered with intricate tattoos. "These men are decorated with wards, both to prevent me from harming them or from bending them to my will. I can´t tell you how frustrated I was."

Orlando then tugged a jacket aside, revealing a gun in a holster. "The bullets for this gun are engraved with spells designed to injure demons."  His lips stretched into a smirk. "This team would have made short work of me, but then you came and rescued me, my knight in shining armor."

He walked over to Viggo, hips swaying; his face regaining the sweet, innocent quality that Viggo remembered. His eyes had resumed their black color, and he looked as vulnerable as a newborn fawn. 

"I have the ability to become anyone´s perfect mate," he declared in his sensual voice. "So I gave you what you wanted -- a sweet, young helpless thing; your perfect, sex-crazed house-bitch." 

"No," Viggo whispered, pinching himself. This must be a dream, this can´t be happening. 

"What´s so wrong about wanting someone to cook, clean, and shag you silly? You needed it, just like I needed you." 

What was Orlando talking about? "You need me?" 

Orlando spoke to Viggo as if he were explaining something to a small child. "Of course I do. I couldn´t get past the wards . . . but if I passed my powers onto a willing, non-demonic pawn . . ."

Viggo slumped down. "You used me to kill them."  He pressed his palms to his eyes and choked down a sob. 

"Oh shush, Viggo. I know you enjoyed every second of it. When I passed my abilities to you, I also passed on my bloodlust." 

"No, I didn´t enjoy one bit of it. . ." Viggo said, bowing his head in shame. Viggo´s protestations were interrupted by the sound of a shattering window. He snapped his head up, eyes widening as he saw one of the Vatican´s men tackling Orlando. Orlando attempted to grab the man´s neck, but a spear of mystic energy surged out of his attacker´s flesh, stabbing through Orlando´s hand. With a howl of pain, Orlando dropped the agent, snarling as blood poured from the open wound. 

Orlando´s scream struck a chord in Viggo´s heart and a fierce sense of protectiveness filled him. Without thinking, he grabbed a gun off of one of the corpses and fired. The man´s head snapped back, and a dark wound blossomed on his forehead. He made a small gurgling noise before he died, joining his companions on the floor. 

Aghast, Viggo dropped his weapon in horror. "You see?"  Orlando cooed. "We have much more in common than you think." 

This was too much, too soon. Viggo whimpered and pressed his hands to his eyes, wishing that this nightmare would end. 

"What now?"  he said, his voice breaking. "Are you going to kill me, too? You have what you need." 

Orlando´s hand tilted his chin up. "Not everything. I´ve grown quite fond of you. I want you to stay at my side as my consort. I can make you immortal, Viggo." 

Viggo gaped at the offer. He soon realized that this was another one of Orlando´s tricks, and anger flared within him. "Fond? You´re a demon, you can´t feel love." 

As soon as the words left his mouth, he cringed, expecting to be slain for his flippant tone. Orlando surprised him by laughing. "You´ve been watching too many bad movies. You can´t fake love unless you´re somehow capable of it." 

While Viggo was trying to comprehend this new revelation, Orlando moved in for the kill. 

"Viggo . . . no more deceptions. I´m not using any of my powers now. I´m offering you a simple, straightforward love. Isn´t that what you always wanted?"  he purred. 

"I don´t! I . . . " the words died on Viggo´s lips as he gazed at the beautiful face in front of him, remembering the tenderness he felt when they held each other at night. "I, I do," he said in defeat. "I still love you, Orlando." 

Orlando´s fingers caressed his cheek, "And I will reward your loyalty. As long as you never betray me, I will always protect you, keep you safe from harm. Now, come . . . the new order awaits."  He held out his hand. "We will have your world conquered in a matter of hours, my beloved."

A boulder formed in Viggo´s stomach, but he stood up, feeling the weight of the now doomed human race on his shoulders. He knew that he had the means to stop these events, but he wouldn´t. He would forever be haunted by this night, this decision, would be cursed by every human being, but he made his choice. He realized now that he had really made it the night he rescued Orlando. 

He clasped Orlando´s hand in his own. He knew where his destiny lay now, the human race be damned. 

THE END

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