Blood Lust 8/?

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Title: Blood Lust 8/?
Pairings: VM/OB, DM/EW/BB, KU/SB, and OB/DM. Pairings hinted at: OB/DM/KU
Rating: PG-13ish?
Summary: Viggo goes on a “date” with Orlando and discusses the homicide. Teasing ensues.
Warnings: Sexual situations and some language.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. The people in the story are real people, but are not the preternatural creatures I make them. None of these people are mine.
Author’s note: This is an AU fanfiction. Story is told from Viggo’s point of view. This story is taking place in the world of the Anita Blake series by Laurell K. Hamilton. Some references will be made to the series in later chapters.
Feedback: Yes, please.
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I shoot up in bed gasping and covered in sweat. I don’t think I’ve ever had a dream that affected me that way. The dream had shaken me. The clock on my nightstand reads five minutes to four. It would have gone off and woken me up anyway. I sigh, sitting up and rub my eyes with the back of my hands. I can’t shake the dream. Everything that had happened earlier was to blame.

The dream had started at another crime scene similar to the one I had been to this morning. Harry Sinclair rushed up to me and John-Rhys-Davies excited that he had an order to arrest Orlando. They had found out that he had been withholding information. The dream then flashed to me standing before the judge with Orlando as the judge gave the order for an execution. Then it flashed to the execution room. I have been to enough executions to know what the room was. Orlando is being chained down to a table with silver, the only thing that can hold a vampire back. On a small stand next to the table was a wooden stake and mallet. Anything through the heart can kill a vampire, but the stake and mallet seem more traditional. In the dream I walk over to Orlando and position the stake over his heart. His brown eyes stare up in to mine, never breaking contact even when the stake finds its target. I watched the life slowly leave his eyes. I continued to stare into those beautiful brown and now glassy eyes.

At that point I woke up. I hug myself as I shiver. Sure I had scary dreams, sad dreams, and sexual dreams…but none of them affected me like this. Possibly because I have strong feelings for the person in the dream…feelings that I am trying to fight. Sighing, I get up and make my way to the bathroom. A nice hot shower will feel good, hopefully it’ll help me relax and get my mind off the dream. Standing under the spray of hot water, I make a promise to myself: I will not let anything happen to Orlando. After the shower I change into a pair of loose fitting khakis and a red sweatshirt, and make my way into the kitchen. I notice that Sean is gone. I glance at my watch. Too early to go out for the full moon. Then I notice it. There is a note on the refrigerator from him. He’s out with Karl and won’t see me until tomorrow. I shrug as I begin to make myself some coffee. Afterwards I sit in the couch and turn on the TV. The five o’clock news will be on. I want to see if they’ll have anything about the homicide. Sipping on my coffee I watch as they talk about a fire gutting a warehouse out down in Tacoma. After the commercial break they start to talk about the homicide. I learn that her name was Stacie Welsh. I snort into my coffee as they say that the causes are unknown. The police won’t tell the press that Stacie is believed to be the victim of a vampire kill. That will cause panic in the city and surrounding areas. People will go after the vampires. It would be utter chaos. The only people, besides those on the case that would know the cause of her death would be the family. The news finishes, just as I finish my coffee. I start switching through channels when the phone rings. I freeze looking at the clock on the VCR. Okay dusk was half an hour ago…Orlando would be up. The phone rings again. I reach over to the phone.

“Hello?” I curse myself for having a shaky voice. A rich British accent that seems to make my body melt reaches my ears.

“Viggo?” I swallow.

“Orlando.” There is a moments pause before Orlando speaks up, sounding amused. “You called?” I grit my teeth. Why do I feel so damn nervous?

“Yes, well….I called to see if you wanted to meet together so that I could discuss something with you. This is important and….” Orlando cuts me off.

“Meet me at Cutter’s at six.”

“B-but…I-I was…” He cuts me off again.

“Goodbye Viggo.” I blink in surprise when I hear the phone click.

“You fucking whoring bastard!” I yell at the phone. Now my nervousness is taken over by anger. I had wanted to just meet with him, not meet for a fucking date. Cutter’s is a nice little restaurant across from Pike Place Market and on the water. Orlando is turning this into a fucking date! I snarl at no one as I slam the phone down. I mutter curses, as I go back to my room to change shirts. As much as I’m pissed at him for turning a meeting to talk about a homicide into a date, why do I feel giddy like a school girl?


I park my car in a parking garage basically under the restaurant and walk up the stairs that take me outside. The full moon hangs high in the sky, a couple of clouds moving to uncover it. My train of thought is brought to Sean and the three werewolves I met with yesterday. I hope that they are keeping themselves safe from over zealous people that will try to kill them and make bunch of money off of wereanimal pelts, but also making sure that humans are safe from them in their animal form. Sighing nervously, I open the door to Cutter’s and walk in. Classic music reaches my ears as I walk to the front desk. To my left is a large aquarium filled with exotic fish that very obviously don’t come from the Puget Sound. Behind the desk are two female hostesses. Both are giggling to each other about something. As I approach them, they stop the ridiculous giggling. The redhead smiles, her green eyes sparkling.

“How may I help you sir?” I pause, I don’t even know if Orlando is here yet.

“I’m supposed to be meeting someone here, but I…”

“Oh! You must be Mr. Mortensen.” I blink at her. Orlando must be here. “Your friend is already here and requested that you be brought to his table.” She smiles and picks up two menus, before heading in the direction of Orlando’s table. I fall into step behind her. It is a Friday night and I’m not surprised to see it busy. The waitress leads me past the crowded areas of the restaurant and towards the back. This part of the restaurant isn’t as busy and seems more secluded. My brain starts racing with thoughts of why Orlando would want to be more secluded. I then pray that Orlando has already fed and won’t be using the seclusion to try and feed off of me. I notice Orlando leaning back in his chair, looking out the window and gazing up at the moon. My breath is released, as I realize I had been holding it while watching him. The light of the moon shinning and the dim light on the table makes him have an ethereal glow. He’s wearing a blue corduroy jacket over a white t-shirt that hugs his body. Hanging around his neck are a bunch of charms on different chains. I bite back a laugh when I see his pants. He’s wearing blue track pants with a white stripe down the side of both legs. So much for him dressing up. His brown hair is tied back at the nape of his neck, strands falling into and framing his face. Nervously I run a hand through my blonde hair. I’m wearing khaki pants and a button up blue shirt. Under my shirt is my gun strapped into a shoulder holster. The hostess turns around, smiles at me and motions me towards the table. I smile at her as I approach the table. Orlando looks up at me and smiles. He’s trying to play off at being surprised that I’m here, when I damn well know he could probably sense that I was here when I stepped in the door. I nod at him, taking the seat across from him. He turns to the hostess and gives her a flirtatious smile. Immediately I feel jealous of that flirtatious smile. The hostess stands up straighter and I swear, makes sure that her chest sticks out more, as she hands both of us a menu. She makes sure that her fingers linger a little longer on Orlando’s as she gives him the menu. A flirtatious smile spreads over her face as she leaves. There seems to be an extra sway to her hips as she walks away, hoping that Orlando is watching. I turn back to him to see if he is. He’s watching me. A smirk is tugging at his lips a he watches me. I notice that there is a slight blush of color in his cheeks. Okay, he’s fed. I raise an eyebrow.

“I see you’ve taken care of your hunger for the night.” His smirk grows bigger.

“I figured you wouldn’t let me nibble on you.” I squirm a little. That just sounds too suggestive. Orlando notices my uneasiness. “Besides there is one hunger I haven’t taken care of.” He looks me up and down, and lets the hunger he has for me show in his eyes. Fuck, the room seems too hot and my pants too constricting. I squirm in my chair as I glance at the menu, trying to keep my mind off of the beautiful creature in front of me. A few minutes later a waiter comes and takes my order. I order the shrimp fettuccini and some wine. Orlando declines anything politely as the waiter tries to talk him into the nights special. Vampires don’t eat, they can’t taste the food. When the waiter leaves, Orlando stretches back over his chair, his shirt riding up and exposes his stomach. My tongue flicks out as I stare at his pale stomach that is revealed and the thin trail of dark hair disappearing into his pants. He smirks as he sits normally in the chair. The air feels thick with our desire for each other. It is taking every bit of control I have to not lunge across the table and throw him to the floor. “What is it that you want to talk to me about?” I freeze, looking at him. Shit. I lick my lips as I start to talk to him.

“I have gotten permission to discuss this with you.” Orlando cocks his head to the side in confusion. “This morning there was a homicide.” I don’t look at him, but I can sense him tense as he realizes where this is going. “It was a vampire kill. The police along with RPIT, the preternatural squad of the police, decided I could discuss the case with you and trade information.” I nervously look up at him. His eyes are dark, holding a dangerous look in them. He is no longer lounging in the chair to tease me, but is sitting up straight.

“You came here to talk to me about police business?” His voice has a dangerous edge to it. Fuck. This isn’t a good idea. I sit up straight, trying not to show my uneasiness.

“You were the one that turned this into a fucking date.” My anger is rising slowly. “I just wanted to meet together and discuss this with you.” He pulls his lips back in a snarl, and growls almost inaudibly.

“So, you and your police believe that I have allowed one of my vampires to kill a human?”

“No. I have come up with a few possibilities, but I never thought you would allow what happened to happen.” I then go into explaining how the girl was killed and what I believe allowed to do it. I stress the fact that I believe there is another Master vampire in his territory. He shows no sign of knowing anything about another vampire in his territory. Orlando looks at me, eyes searching mine. He’s making sure I’m not hiding anything from him.

“As far as I know none of my vampires would commit this crime. If they did they would have to answer to me.” His eyes darken. I don’t want to think about what he would do to them if he found out any of them killed the girl. “There is no other Master Vampire in this territory. I would have sensed it.” He narrows his eyes at me. “How come your police want you to talk to me and have me exchange any information that I find with you?” He pauses. “Why didn’t they come themselves?”

“Because I know you wouldn’t talk to them and….” I blush, any anger now gone. “…I wanted to see you.” It’s the truth. I squirm again, as Orlando stays silent. He looks at me for a minute, and then an amused look crosses his face as he leans back in his chair. Orlando continues smirking in an amused way, up until my food is brought to me. I eat hurriedly all of a sudden wanting out of there. As I’m finishing my meal, a foot grazes over my leg. I glance up at Orlando. His eyes are filled with heat, as he runs his foot up my leg. Jesus, I want him. I finish eating and debate if I want to drag him somewhere and have my way with him. No, this can’t happen. I’m the Executioner, he’s a vampire. It’s wrong…isn’t it? The waiter comes by to pick up my plate and then returns with the bill. I reach forward to pick up the bill, but Orlando picks it up faster. “Orlando.” He smiles as he opens the leather envelope and looks at the paper inside. I shake my head. “Orlando, give it to me. You didn’t eat; you shouldn’t have to pay for me.” He ignores me as he reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his wallet. He holds onto the envelope until the waiter comes to take it. I glare at him. The damn smug bastard. His brown eyes lock with mine before he stands. I rise out of my chair and make my to follow him, but stop. Quickly I reach into my wallet and pull out some money to leave as a tip. I might help a little. Outside, Orlando is waiting for me on the dock over looking the water. A breeze causes the loose strands of his hair to blow around in his face. Orlando turned to look at me; the full moon seemed to make his face glow. God, I want him. I clear my throat before moving to stand in front of him. His brown eyes seem to stare into the depths of my soul. He cocks his head to the side.

“What is on your mind?” I want you. I can’t say that out loud, but say what had been bothering me earlier tonight

“You have to promise me…” His eyebrows furrow in confusion. “You have to promise me that you will keep me informed in anything new that you find.” Orlando’s eyes show confusion and concern in why I’m all of the sudden acting like this.

“I promise.” I shake my head.

“You don’t understand. If the police learn that you are withholding information from me they will arrest you and more than likely sentence you to be executed.” I swallow loudly. “I would have to perform the execution…I don’t think I would be able to.” I glance down at the ground, suddenly feeling VERY stupid. Still staring at the ground, shoes show up in my line of sight. I look up and find myself looking at Orlando from only an arms length away. He takes one last step and we are now toe to toe.

“I promise.” His voice comes out in a whisper. We stare into each others eyes for what seems like an eternity. Nervously I glance around. There is no one on the dock, save for a couple of bums curled up in ratty blankets. Orlando leans in and runs his hand through my hair and then over my face. Shivers run through my body from the light touch. I can’t take it anymore. I roughly grab both side of his face and pull him to me, crushing our lips together. A whimper escapes my lips; I’ve been wanting this for too long. Orlando stiffens in surprise, but relaxes when I flick my tongue over his lips. He tastes of vanilla and something else that is just him. His mouth opens allowing my tongue to run over his. Orlando’s hands have moved from my face and are now gently running down my arms to rest on my hips. I growl at his gentleness. He makes an amused noise as I grab a handful of that curly hair to crush our lips closer together. His hair is silky soft and for a moment I’m distracted by his hair. My attention is brought back to Orlando when he nips at my lower lip. His brown eyes are staring at me; a look I can’t place is in them. This time when our lips meet it is all about the need we’ve had for each other the moment we met. I can feel his need for me, pressing into my own arousal. A low growl escapes my lips as I grind into him. Orlando gasps in answer, grinding back. His hands leave their post on my hips and move to cup my ass. He then places his hands in my back pockets. My left arm is around his neck and clutching at his shoulder, while the other is full of his hair and pressing against the back of his head to get closer. Orlando is now nipping at the corner of my mouth and continues to nip down to my neck. I throw my head back, gasping for breath. My, the moon is beautiful tonight. Orlando’s hands roughly grab my ass and pull us closer…if that is possibly. Then it hits me. I pull away, pushing on Orlando’s chest. He looks at me confused, as I shake my head.

“No. I can’t do this. I-it’s wrong.” I motion my hand between the two of us. “I can’t…you’re a vampire.” A whole host of emotions run over his face and eyes, before he settles on anger. I can feel his power crackling in the air around me. Fuck. Orlando quickly schools his emotions and all that is left is a blank emotionless mask. Your eyes, people say are the doors to your soul, and you can read a person’s emotions by just the eyes. Whatever emotion were in Orlando’s eyes were gone. He nods his head, keeping his face blank.

“Very well. If you believe that, then I will leave you.” With that, Orlando turns away and walks off, hands stuffed into his jacket. I blink at his retreating form.

“Wow. I’m a fuck up.” I mumble to myself as I walk to the parking garage.