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Title: It wasn't supposed to be like this 5/15
Title: It wasn't supposed to be like this 5/15
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daisuke_yoshiki
Pairing: V/O
Rating: Overall NC-17
Warning: Actually I've been told this is where it gets a bit confusing. ^.^;
Summary: Orlando dreams...But is it really just a dream?
Disclaimer: I don't know these people. I'm just making this up as I go.
A/N: This chapter was dedicated tolennongirl. This chapter is pure..."fluff"... ^.^
Feedback: Thank you all for the lovely feedback thus far. More? ^.~
“Hey, Lij, what’ve you got there?” Orlando asked as he came walking around behind his friend.
“This box here? I just got this earlier. It’s from some friends back home. The note says it’s a few comforts of home since I can’t seem to find it here. I’m afraid to look though.” He stared at the small brown box in his lap warily.
“Aw come on! You gotta open it. If you won’t, then can I?” Orlando straddled the bench facing Elijah.
“I dunno, Orli. I really have no idea what it is!”
“Please, Lij? I promise not to laugh at it or something like that. I just want to see what these ‘comforts of home’ are!”
Elijah looked up from his scrutiny of the box. Oh god...Orlando was giving him the puppy dog eyes. He’s never been able to hold out against those deep brown pools. “Okay,” he sighed in defeat. He turned and straddled the bench, facing Orlando, and put the box in the space between them. “Go on then, open it.”
Orlando laughed in delight. He eagerly grabbed the box and tore it open. Packaging peanuts flew everywhere. “Hey, watch it, man!” Elijah exclaimed as a peanut landed in his hair. Orlando just laughed and pulled out the contents of the box: Two glass jars filled with this white...stuff.
“Huh? What the hell is this?” Orlando looked at the label and made a face. “Marshmallow Fluff Spread? Lij, what is this?”
Elijah turned a lovely shade of red. “Oh. Um. Well.... When I was a kid we used to get this stuff. See, it’s like a marshmallow that’s been all squished. It’s really sticky, but you can spread it on stuff with a butter knife. It’s really good.” He shrugged. “I haven’t had it in awhile and mentioned in one of my letters home that I couldn’t find the stuff here. I guess they thought I needed some.”
Orlando examined one of the jars. Very peculiar. “So what do you put it on?”
“I usually have it with peanut butter and bread.”
“You make a sandwich with this stuff?” Orlando’s eyes scanned the nutrition label. “Lij, this is practically pure sugar!! How can you eat this...stuff??”
Elijah rolled his eyes. “You mean there’s something in it besides sugar? Come on, Orli, it’s a jar filled with a giant marshmallow! Of course it’s pure sugar! That’s half the fun!”
Orlando looked at his friend in total disbelief. “You’re crazy.”
“Well yeah, but you knew that already. What else is new? Anyway, two jars is way to much for me. Why don’t you go ahead and take one?”
“Come on... what am I going to do with this?”
“Um... try some? Just take the damn thing, man! Well anyway, I’ve gotta get going. I’ve got a hot date tonight.” He scrambled off the bench and winked at Orlando.
“Oh? You’ve got a date, have you? Anyone I know?”
Elijah frowned in thought. “No... I don’t think so. You didn’t see that one chick at the club last week. But yeah, enjoy your treat.” With another wink Elijah was gone.
Orlando stared at the jar and grumbled all the way to Viggo’s place. He just had to know if this was an American thing, or a bizarre Elijah thing. At the moment he was leaning towards the latter. He walked up to Viggo’s door and knocked a few times. As he waited for the door to open he opened the jar and took the plastic seal off. He took a tentative sniff at the contents. Well, it certainly smelled like a marshmallow.
He looked up when he heard the door creak. Viggo looked at him at smiled. “I wasn’t expecting you today. I’m so glad you are though.” He opened the door wider and ushered the younger man inside. Once the closed the door behind them both, he turned and studied Orlando, who was still studying the jar. “Hey, earth to Orlando..”
“Hm? Oh, sorry mate. I was just thinking, that’s all”
Viggo nodded at the jar. “So what’s that?”
Orlando’s brows creased. “The jar says it’s marshmallow fluff spread. Lij gave it to me. He told me to enjoy it, but I’m not sure how I’m supposed to enjoy pure sugar.”
Viggo held out his hand. “Can I see it for a second?”
Nodding, Orlando handed the jar over. “So I take it that’s not an American thing?”
“Marshmallow spread? Not really. It’s actually hard to find like this though. Usually you see it mixed with peanut butter or chocolate in a jar.” He unscrewed the lid, setting it a nearby table. He stuck his index and middle fingers into the jar and scooped out some of the fluff. He sniffed it and spread it around with his thumb. “It smells good. It’s really too sticky to be good though. Maybe if we were to heat it a little. Wanna try?”
“Uh... sure. If you’re going to, why not.”
Viggo’s eyes twinkled. “Oh I’m going to try some all right!” He brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked on each one in turn, making a show of licking them clean.
Orlando just shuddered, loving the suggestive tone Viggo adopted. He felt his pulse quicken as he watched the display Viggo was putting on.
30 seconds later the jar came out of the microwave. Viggo stuck the same fingers in again, playing with the sticky white fluff as before. “Ah, now that’s perfect. It’s all warm and gooey. Really, Orlando, you’ve got to try some! It’s just perfect for this.”
Trying hard to ignore the constriction of his jeans as he watched the spread slide between Viggo’s fingers, Orlando gulped. “Perfect for what?”
Viggo moved closer, well into Orlando’s personal space. With his unsticky, he gently pulled Orlando’s face towards his. Orlando closed his eyes in anticipation, “This,” Viggo whispered.
Orlando’s eyes flew open as he felt the warm substance get smeared all over his nose. Viggo pulled away and flew into hysterics. Orlando, however, was less than amused. “Ha ha, Viggo. That’s just what I needed...sticky shit all over me!”
Viggo smirked, his eyes turning predatory. “You don’t mind what it’s your own sticky shit.” He stalked towards Orlando once again. “But you’re right. I usually clean you up before long, don’t I? How rude of me not to this time.” He placed both his hands on either side of Orlando’s face. He drew the younger man towards him, darted his tongue out and licked the fluff from Orlando’s nose with one swipe.
When he leaned back, Orlando just stood there with a glazed look in his eyes. Viggo had just... licked his nose.. He felt ready to explode from just a silly gesture. What did those Americans put in that stuff? “Ah,” he panted, “how does it taste now?”
Viggo set the jar down and let his hands move to the bottom of Orlando’s shirt. “I think I need to do a few more tests before I decided if I should buy some, myself.” He let his fingertips brush over the skin of Orlando’s stomach.
He couldn’t hold back a moan. “Test away then.” He leaned forward and pressed his lips against Viggo’s. They opened almost immediately. Orlando wasted no time getting his first taste of the fluff. He moaned deep in his throat. The taste of his lover was always wonderful to him, but with the added sweetness of the marshmallow fluff it was downright intoxicating.
Orlando raised his arms as Viggo pulled up his shirt. Once his hit the floor he began to tear at Viggo’s. Viggo wrapped his arms around Orlando and pulled his face back a little, gasping for breath. Orlando whimpered and brushed his groin against Viggo’s. Both men moaned lustily as their jean clad erections rubbed against each other.
“Viggo... need you now...” Orlando panted.
Viggo let his arms drop. “You know the way to my bed. Lead on, impatient one.” His eyes twinkled in mischief in a way Orlando didn’t entirely trust. Then again, this was Viggo, whom he trusted with his life.
Orlando clasped Viggo’s hand and led him down the hall. Viggo grabbed the jar as soon as Orlando turned away. When they got into the bedroom, Orlando stripped down completely in a matter of seconds and leapt onto the bed. He sprawled spread eagle and lifted his head. “Viggo,” he panted. “Hurry...”
Viggo just stood back and observed the man lying on the bed. His skin was flushed with need. His eyes were half closed. His lips were parted slightly. His chest rose and fell quickly, like he was gasping for air. He looked just perfect. The best part though was the straining cock standing upright amidst dark curls. Viggo’s lips curled into a wicked smile. “Oh, I think not, Orlando. I want to take my sweet time with you.”
Orlando watched with lust filled eyes as Viggo approached the bed. He knelt beside the prone man and ran his fingers lightly over Orlando’s chest. He leaned over and places small kisses along Orlando’s jaw, moving down his neck, nipping ever few kisses. Orlando tossed his head back and grabbed the sheets as if his life depended on the.
Viggo began placing feather soft kisses along Orlando’s collar bone. He slid one hand up and down Orlando’s side. With the other he scooped some of the fluff out of the jar and smeared it over the kiss slicked bone. Viggo chuckled at the needy whimper that emanated from his agonized lover. “Patience..” He leaned down again and began sucking the fluff from Orlando’s skin.
“You know I have no patience.... PLEASE, Viggo! I need more!”
“So needy.” He placed a small dollop of fluff on the left nipple. Orlando hissed, as the fluff had grown cold. “Does that make you uncomfortable? Let me fix that.” He closed his lips around the nipple and sucked hard.
Orlando screamed when Viggo began to worry the bud between his teeth. Viggo’s mouth and hands seemed to be everywhere, coating various spots on his chest with fluff, then licking it all off. He trembled when Viggo’s tongue slipped into his navel. His already dripping cock twitched when the cool fluff slid from Viggo’s fingers and slid down to the base.
Viggo licked the fluff trail as slowly as possible. Orlando was thrashing and screaming at him to hurry up. Viggo took a little pity on the tormented man and sucked just the now purple head into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the tip a few times before withdrawing.
Orlando was close to tears. Viggo was fucking torturing him! If only the contact would last just a little longer or the suction was just a little harder, he’d go over the edge. “Damn you, Viggo! Just fuck me already!”
“Patience, my friend. I’m getting to it. Eventually.” Orlando wanted to claw that smug look of Viggo’s face. He settled for moaning loudly as Viggo slid a fluff covered finger past his tight ring. Finally! He thought. But Viggo simply withdrew his finger without so much as wiggling it. A few seconds later the finger returned, once again covered in fluff. What the hell was Viggo doing?
“And now, for my final marshmallow fluff taste test...”
Orlando whimpered. Viggo was not going to do that was he? Orlando eagerly spread his legs father apart at Viggo’s gentle insistence. His hips bucked violently as Viggo snaked his tongue past the ring. God, Viggo’s tongue had never felt like this before. It curled up, gathering fluff, and retreated, only to thrust back in a moment later. Orlando was so close! If only Viggo would touch his prostrate or his neglected cock...
Viggo did both. He wrapped his hand around Orlando’s cock and pumped it as fast as he could. He tightened his grip with each stroke to the point of near discomfort. When Orlando thought it would start to hurt he saw stars and screamed. Viggo’s tongue was thrusting in and out of him in tandem with his hand, each thrust aimed right at his prostrate.
Orlando thought he was dying. He had never felt anything so wonderful. It was only a matter of seconds before he clamped down on Viggo’s tongue, head pressed deep into the pillows, sheets gripped by white knuckled hands, eyes squeezed shut. “Oh, god, Viggo! Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!!” His hips thrust up into Viggo’s hand once more before streams of pearly fluid coated the hand.
Orlando collapsed back onto the bed and gasped for breath. He’d never had a more intense orgasm in his life. After a few moments he came down to earth. Viggo sat at his feet and just watched him. Orlando held out a hand to him. “It’s your turn now.” He spread his legs wider. “Come fuck me.”
Viggo got off the bed, his face unreadable. “I’m not done yet, Orlando. True, I’ve used up all the fluff, but there is still a perfectly good jar I’ve got here.” He held up the now empty jar and walked around the bed so he stood by Orlando’s head.
Orlando frowned. His face was practically in Viggo’s still jean covered crotch. Normally there would be a delicious bulge there for him to torment Viggo with. This time there was none. He looked up into Viggo’s eyes. He could see no expression there at all. “Viggo... what?”
“Shhh. The time for words ended a long time ago. There is just one thing I have to do now.” With that he smashed the jar on the bedside tabletop. Orlando’s eyes widened. Viggo selected the largest shard and turned back to Orlando. “Good night, Orlando.”
Orlando screamed as the shard was thrust into his chest. He closed his eyes and tried to pull it out.
When he opened his eyes the room was empty. He looked around, confused. All he could hear was the pounding of his heart and the hum of the machinery. His chest hurt like a bitch. He was sweating profusely, but his chest was just sticky. He touched it with his fingers and winced. Pain shot through him and he fought to remain conscious. He held his fingers up in the moonlight. They were red. The trickle down his chest was not sweat at all.
He felt lightheaded. The last thing he remembered before drowning in the darkness was his other hand flailing out and pulling the cord to call a nurse. That and Viggo’s laughter as he walked away, bloody shard in hand.
TBC
Author:
daisuke_yoshikiPairing: V/O
Rating: Overall NC-17
Warning: Actually I've been told this is where it gets a bit confusing. ^.^;
Summary: Orlando dreams...But is it really just a dream?
Disclaimer: I don't know these people. I'm just making this up as I go.
A/N: This chapter was dedicated to
lennongirl. This chapter is pure..."fluff"... ^.^Feedback: Thank you all for the lovely feedback thus far. More? ^.~
“Hey, Lij, what’ve you got there?” Orlando asked as he came walking around behind his friend.
“This box here? I just got this earlier. It’s from some friends back home. The note says it’s a few comforts of home since I can’t seem to find it here. I’m afraid to look though.” He stared at the small brown box in his lap warily.
“Aw come on! You gotta open it. If you won’t, then can I?” Orlando straddled the bench facing Elijah.
“I dunno, Orli. I really have no idea what it is!”
“Please, Lij? I promise not to laugh at it or something like that. I just want to see what these ‘comforts of home’ are!”
Elijah looked up from his scrutiny of the box. Oh god...Orlando was giving him the puppy dog eyes. He’s never been able to hold out against those deep brown pools. “Okay,” he sighed in defeat. He turned and straddled the bench, facing Orlando, and put the box in the space between them. “Go on then, open it.”
Orlando laughed in delight. He eagerly grabbed the box and tore it open. Packaging peanuts flew everywhere. “Hey, watch it, man!” Elijah exclaimed as a peanut landed in his hair. Orlando just laughed and pulled out the contents of the box: Two glass jars filled with this white...stuff.
“Huh? What the hell is this?” Orlando looked at the label and made a face. “Marshmallow Fluff Spread? Lij, what is this?”
Elijah turned a lovely shade of red. “Oh. Um. Well.... When I was a kid we used to get this stuff. See, it’s like a marshmallow that’s been all squished. It’s really sticky, but you can spread it on stuff with a butter knife. It’s really good.” He shrugged. “I haven’t had it in awhile and mentioned in one of my letters home that I couldn’t find the stuff here. I guess they thought I needed some.”
Orlando examined one of the jars. Very peculiar. “So what do you put it on?”
“I usually have it with peanut butter and bread.”
“You make a sandwich with this stuff?” Orlando’s eyes scanned the nutrition label. “Lij, this is practically pure sugar!! How can you eat this...stuff??”
Elijah rolled his eyes. “You mean there’s something in it besides sugar? Come on, Orli, it’s a jar filled with a giant marshmallow! Of course it’s pure sugar! That’s half the fun!”
Orlando looked at his friend in total disbelief. “You’re crazy.”
“Well yeah, but you knew that already. What else is new? Anyway, two jars is way to much for me. Why don’t you go ahead and take one?”
“Come on... what am I going to do with this?”
“Um... try some? Just take the damn thing, man! Well anyway, I’ve gotta get going. I’ve got a hot date tonight.” He scrambled off the bench and winked at Orlando.
“Oh? You’ve got a date, have you? Anyone I know?”
Elijah frowned in thought. “No... I don’t think so. You didn’t see that one chick at the club last week. But yeah, enjoy your treat.” With another wink Elijah was gone.
Orlando stared at the jar and grumbled all the way to Viggo’s place. He just had to know if this was an American thing, or a bizarre Elijah thing. At the moment he was leaning towards the latter. He walked up to Viggo’s door and knocked a few times. As he waited for the door to open he opened the jar and took the plastic seal off. He took a tentative sniff at the contents. Well, it certainly smelled like a marshmallow.
He looked up when he heard the door creak. Viggo looked at him at smiled. “I wasn’t expecting you today. I’m so glad you are though.” He opened the door wider and ushered the younger man inside. Once the closed the door behind them both, he turned and studied Orlando, who was still studying the jar. “Hey, earth to Orlando..”
“Hm? Oh, sorry mate. I was just thinking, that’s all”
Viggo nodded at the jar. “So what’s that?”
Orlando’s brows creased. “The jar says it’s marshmallow fluff spread. Lij gave it to me. He told me to enjoy it, but I’m not sure how I’m supposed to enjoy pure sugar.”
Viggo held out his hand. “Can I see it for a second?”
Nodding, Orlando handed the jar over. “So I take it that’s not an American thing?”
“Marshmallow spread? Not really. It’s actually hard to find like this though. Usually you see it mixed with peanut butter or chocolate in a jar.” He unscrewed the lid, setting it a nearby table. He stuck his index and middle fingers into the jar and scooped out some of the fluff. He sniffed it and spread it around with his thumb. “It smells good. It’s really too sticky to be good though. Maybe if we were to heat it a little. Wanna try?”
“Uh... sure. If you’re going to, why not.”
Viggo’s eyes twinkled. “Oh I’m going to try some all right!” He brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked on each one in turn, making a show of licking them clean.
Orlando just shuddered, loving the suggestive tone Viggo adopted. He felt his pulse quicken as he watched the display Viggo was putting on.
30 seconds later the jar came out of the microwave. Viggo stuck the same fingers in again, playing with the sticky white fluff as before. “Ah, now that’s perfect. It’s all warm and gooey. Really, Orlando, you’ve got to try some! It’s just perfect for this.”
Trying hard to ignore the constriction of his jeans as he watched the spread slide between Viggo’s fingers, Orlando gulped. “Perfect for what?”
Viggo moved closer, well into Orlando’s personal space. With his unsticky, he gently pulled Orlando’s face towards his. Orlando closed his eyes in anticipation, “This,” Viggo whispered.
Orlando’s eyes flew open as he felt the warm substance get smeared all over his nose. Viggo pulled away and flew into hysterics. Orlando, however, was less than amused. “Ha ha, Viggo. That’s just what I needed...sticky shit all over me!”
Viggo smirked, his eyes turning predatory. “You don’t mind what it’s your own sticky shit.” He stalked towards Orlando once again. “But you’re right. I usually clean you up before long, don’t I? How rude of me not to this time.” He placed both his hands on either side of Orlando’s face. He drew the younger man towards him, darted his tongue out and licked the fluff from Orlando’s nose with one swipe.
When he leaned back, Orlando just stood there with a glazed look in his eyes. Viggo had just... licked his nose.. He felt ready to explode from just a silly gesture. What did those Americans put in that stuff? “Ah,” he panted, “how does it taste now?”
Viggo set the jar down and let his hands move to the bottom of Orlando’s shirt. “I think I need to do a few more tests before I decided if I should buy some, myself.” He let his fingertips brush over the skin of Orlando’s stomach.
He couldn’t hold back a moan. “Test away then.” He leaned forward and pressed his lips against Viggo’s. They opened almost immediately. Orlando wasted no time getting his first taste of the fluff. He moaned deep in his throat. The taste of his lover was always wonderful to him, but with the added sweetness of the marshmallow fluff it was downright intoxicating.
Orlando raised his arms as Viggo pulled up his shirt. Once his hit the floor he began to tear at Viggo’s. Viggo wrapped his arms around Orlando and pulled his face back a little, gasping for breath. Orlando whimpered and brushed his groin against Viggo’s. Both men moaned lustily as their jean clad erections rubbed against each other.
“Viggo... need you now...” Orlando panted.
Viggo let his arms drop. “You know the way to my bed. Lead on, impatient one.” His eyes twinkled in mischief in a way Orlando didn’t entirely trust. Then again, this was Viggo, whom he trusted with his life.
Orlando clasped Viggo’s hand and led him down the hall. Viggo grabbed the jar as soon as Orlando turned away. When they got into the bedroom, Orlando stripped down completely in a matter of seconds and leapt onto the bed. He sprawled spread eagle and lifted his head. “Viggo,” he panted. “Hurry...”
Viggo just stood back and observed the man lying on the bed. His skin was flushed with need. His eyes were half closed. His lips were parted slightly. His chest rose and fell quickly, like he was gasping for air. He looked just perfect. The best part though was the straining cock standing upright amidst dark curls. Viggo’s lips curled into a wicked smile. “Oh, I think not, Orlando. I want to take my sweet time with you.”
Orlando watched with lust filled eyes as Viggo approached the bed. He knelt beside the prone man and ran his fingers lightly over Orlando’s chest. He leaned over and places small kisses along Orlando’s jaw, moving down his neck, nipping ever few kisses. Orlando tossed his head back and grabbed the sheets as if his life depended on the.
Viggo began placing feather soft kisses along Orlando’s collar bone. He slid one hand up and down Orlando’s side. With the other he scooped some of the fluff out of the jar and smeared it over the kiss slicked bone. Viggo chuckled at the needy whimper that emanated from his agonized lover. “Patience..” He leaned down again and began sucking the fluff from Orlando’s skin.
“You know I have no patience.... PLEASE, Viggo! I need more!”
“So needy.” He placed a small dollop of fluff on the left nipple. Orlando hissed, as the fluff had grown cold. “Does that make you uncomfortable? Let me fix that.” He closed his lips around the nipple and sucked hard.
Orlando screamed when Viggo began to worry the bud between his teeth. Viggo’s mouth and hands seemed to be everywhere, coating various spots on his chest with fluff, then licking it all off. He trembled when Viggo’s tongue slipped into his navel. His already dripping cock twitched when the cool fluff slid from Viggo’s fingers and slid down to the base.
Viggo licked the fluff trail as slowly as possible. Orlando was thrashing and screaming at him to hurry up. Viggo took a little pity on the tormented man and sucked just the now purple head into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the tip a few times before withdrawing.
Orlando was close to tears. Viggo was fucking torturing him! If only the contact would last just a little longer or the suction was just a little harder, he’d go over the edge. “Damn you, Viggo! Just fuck me already!”
“Patience, my friend. I’m getting to it. Eventually.” Orlando wanted to claw that smug look of Viggo’s face. He settled for moaning loudly as Viggo slid a fluff covered finger past his tight ring. Finally! He thought. But Viggo simply withdrew his finger without so much as wiggling it. A few seconds later the finger returned, once again covered in fluff. What the hell was Viggo doing?
“And now, for my final marshmallow fluff taste test...”
Orlando whimpered. Viggo was not going to do that was he? Orlando eagerly spread his legs father apart at Viggo’s gentle insistence. His hips bucked violently as Viggo snaked his tongue past the ring. God, Viggo’s tongue had never felt like this before. It curled up, gathering fluff, and retreated, only to thrust back in a moment later. Orlando was so close! If only Viggo would touch his prostrate or his neglected cock...
Viggo did both. He wrapped his hand around Orlando’s cock and pumped it as fast as he could. He tightened his grip with each stroke to the point of near discomfort. When Orlando thought it would start to hurt he saw stars and screamed. Viggo’s tongue was thrusting in and out of him in tandem with his hand, each thrust aimed right at his prostrate.
Orlando thought he was dying. He had never felt anything so wonderful. It was only a matter of seconds before he clamped down on Viggo’s tongue, head pressed deep into the pillows, sheets gripped by white knuckled hands, eyes squeezed shut. “Oh, god, Viggo! Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!!” His hips thrust up into Viggo’s hand once more before streams of pearly fluid coated the hand.
Orlando collapsed back onto the bed and gasped for breath. He’d never had a more intense orgasm in his life. After a few moments he came down to earth. Viggo sat at his feet and just watched him. Orlando held out a hand to him. “It’s your turn now.” He spread his legs wider. “Come fuck me.”
Viggo got off the bed, his face unreadable. “I’m not done yet, Orlando. True, I’ve used up all the fluff, but there is still a perfectly good jar I’ve got here.” He held up the now empty jar and walked around the bed so he stood by Orlando’s head.
Orlando frowned. His face was practically in Viggo’s still jean covered crotch. Normally there would be a delicious bulge there for him to torment Viggo with. This time there was none. He looked up into Viggo’s eyes. He could see no expression there at all. “Viggo... what?”
“Shhh. The time for words ended a long time ago. There is just one thing I have to do now.” With that he smashed the jar on the bedside tabletop. Orlando’s eyes widened. Viggo selected the largest shard and turned back to Orlando. “Good night, Orlando.”
Orlando screamed as the shard was thrust into his chest. He closed his eyes and tried to pull it out.
When he opened his eyes the room was empty. He looked around, confused. All he could hear was the pounding of his heart and the hum of the machinery. His chest hurt like a bitch. He was sweating profusely, but his chest was just sticky. He touched it with his fingers and winced. Pain shot through him and he fought to remain conscious. He held his fingers up in the moonlight. They were red. The trickle down his chest was not sweat at all.
He felt lightheaded. The last thing he remembered before drowning in the darkness was his other hand flailing out and pulling the cord to call a nurse. That and Viggo’s laughter as he walked away, bloody shard in hand.
TBC
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Should have part 6 ready for you in a few hours ^.~
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*pout*
*lip quiver*
*mornful puppy eyes*
*sniffle*
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