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~9:45 AM Kate Bosworth’s place in Hawaii~
Orli shifted on the bed. Even with his eyes closed he squinted against the light then lifted his arm trying to block the sun’s blinding assault. Unable to hide, he slowly swung his body into action acknowledging his need to piss. Moments later still yawning, barely awake he stumbled toward the kitchen. Hoping Kate had gone shopping at some point before she left, or rather and what was more likely, that she hired someone to go food shopping. Opening the icebox he found it was well stocked including his favorite guava juice. Grabbing the carton he shook it a few times, opened, and started to drink directly from the carton.
After several long swigs he closed the carton and returned it to the icebox. A quick glance at the time and he quickly worked out that he could be showered and at Dom’s by 11:00, 11:30 the latest. It was enough time for Dom to shake off whatever adventures he and Colin got into before Elijah showed up. Heading for the bathroom Orli’s mind wandered to the rumors Kate had heard, and he couldn’t decipher how they could have ever gotten together. And hoped they weren’t actually together/together.
The water hit cold just as he pictured Dom with Farrell. Adjusting the water temperature did nothing to stop the images plaguing his mind. It was one thing to ignore his own feelings for Dom out of respect for Dom’s blatant unrequited love for Elijah. But if he just lost his own chance to be with Dom because he didn’t voice his feelings and make a move to let Dom know how he felt about him; that subsequently Dom had finally given up on Elijah and moved on—to Colin fucking Farrell?
Picturing them together twisted painfully inside of him along with flares of jealousy. Though if he was honest with himself he wasn’t exactly sure who he was jealous of, Dom or Colin? Dom was his friend; he loved him and had been lusting after him almost as long as Dom had been lusting after Elijah. With Colin, Colin was an unpredictable force all on his own.
The images were painful, but his cock hardened enjoying the fantasy. Unable to deny himself, he wrapped fingers around his demanding cock. Orli imagined Dom’s tight lean tan body, a set of arms entwined around Dom’s waist pulling him back tight against their body. Orli looked up and saw the body was Colin’s. Colin smirked, his hands spread out possessively over Dom’s stomach then down to his swollen cock. A hand wrapped around Dom’s cock; Orli’s own hand pulled and stroked his own cock harder at the image. Colin shoved Dom forward and Dom braced his hands against the shower wall. Colin whispered something to Dom who nodded and spread his legs wider. Dom looked over at Orli. Dom’s eyes glittered with unshed tears as he stared defiantly at Orli, his chin lifted slightly, you never wanted me enough to take me—you or Elijah.
Dom eyes widen then rolled back in his head as he moaned in pleasure. Orli glanced down and saw Colin finger fucking Dom hard; Colin added another finger then looked up, grinning as he winked at Orli and stated, mine!
Dom thrust back harder, fucking himself on Colin’s finger, his head thrown back, More, harder!
Colin laughed.
Orli’s hand tightened harder on his cock drawing pain with pleasure. He was disgusted with himself, disgusted with his fantasy—where he was split with one half of his consciousness demanding he play out the fantasy, the other half was disgusted and berated him for maintaining his silence about his feelings for Dom.
Orli listened to Dom pant and moan until he screamed out; Oh yea fuck me! Do what he wouldn’t do—Fuck me, you Irish prick! Orli’s heart twisted just as his hand did. He was too close, and needed to come.
Blinking away tears as they mingled with the shower water; the image changed to Orli watching Colin brutally fuck Dom. Dom’s body was pressed flat against the shower wall as Colin pistoned his cock in and out with Dom screaming obscenities for more. Colin’s head tilted, his eyes hooded in ecstasy, pupils dark, a lecherous grin graced his lips then he turned and blatantly glanced at Orli’s hand as he tried to keep pace with Colin’s brutal rhythm. Colin leaned forward his tongue licked up the side of Dom’s neck then he raked his teeth downward, but his eyes were glued to Orli’s. Colin’s eyes twinkled in mischief touching his soul; his Irish brogue was heavy with lust as he demanded, ‘You’re MINE NOW. I want you to come, come for me baby, come…’
Orli wasn’t sure who Colin was commanding, but he obeyed. Falling back against the shower wall, his body shuddering as he came in one of the most powerful orgasms of his life.
Seconds or minutes passed before he could move. Finally Orli pushed away from the wall and stood directly under the water, allowing the cascading cold to jolt his body and mind out of the fantasy he had created. Orli stood there drowning out the lingering images until he started to shiver.
Hesitantly Orli turned off the water, cursing, feeling more wretched at the hopelessness of his wayward heart; grabbing a towel he roughly toweled himself dry, and rushed around dressing with a new determination to see Dom and find out exactly what the fuck was going on.
~11:00 A.M. Oahu Hawaii~
From under hooded eyes Hannah chanced a glance over at her brother to find him nervously biting his nails- again. It was a nervous tick, one she hated and even high priced manicurists couldn’t curb her famed brother Elijah Wood’s disgusting habit. Bitterly she spoke. “Pay attention, and get in the middle lane. And stop biting.” Hannah listed ending with the reprimand, as she swatted, Elijah’s arm.
“Hey,” offended, Elijah sent his sister a heated glare before he turned back to the road, but he did stop gnawing on his fingers. “And you can stop being a backseat driver! So why did you have to leave an itinerary of where we’re going, for Kelly Osborne of all people?”
Hannah shrugged, blowing smoke out the window. “Why not? She’s a good friend. Besides it’s not like she coming.”
Elijah couldn’t deny he was relieved to hear that. “Good! You better hope it stays that way.”
She couldn’t help but bait him, and acted as if she was offended. “What? It’s not like they don’t get along.”
“It’s not that and you know it. This is for just us…” She watched and waited, his nerves getting the best of him as he started gnawing on his nails again. She rolled her eyes, and bit back the words, ‘it’s about time.’ It had taken her brother so long to face his feelings for Dom; she had started to wonder if she was wrong, but she was never wrong. She had known from the beginning that they would be together, and it was only confirmed when she finally met Dom. Dom wore his love for Elijah on his very being for all to see. Something everyone but her clueless brother saw.
Hannah took a long drag and shifted back toward Elijah. “So gonna talk to him this time?”
“Of course I’m going to talk to him.”
“Elijah, don’t be obtuse! Are you going to tell him the truth and let him know how you really feel about him?”
“Huh?” Elijah turned and his face crumbled. It didn’t matter how many times Hannah tried to reassure him that his feelings would be returned he still had doubts in mammoth proportions. Then like a switch, Elijah focused on the road, and to anyone else that wasn’t his sister he effectively hid his fear. Casually he stated, “That’s none of your business. In fact, you better steer clear of us if you know what’s good for you…. Just give me some space, okay?”
Hannah smirked, “Fine, but you better talk to Dom before we leave this island, or I’ll be forced to take drastic measures!”
Elijah whipped his head around, eyes Frodo wide that she wanted to laugh.
But it was the truth and he might as well know it. Her smile widened into a mischievous grin, silently letting him know she had already formulated a plan B. She heard him curse under his breath. His hand nervously reached out, fingers automatically fiddling with the music channels to find something to annoy her and predictably drown out his own thoughts. Twenty minutes, she only had to endure the blast of country for twenty minutes and they’d be at Dom’s. She felt him staring at her, turning she greeted with him a wide smirk, her eyes narrowing then one lifted letting him know unreservedly that two can play at that game. She watched as Elijah’s shoulders slumped as he lost his smile. It was times like this she was sure he wished he were an only child.
~11:17 A.M. Dom’s place in Oahu Hawaii~
Arriving at Dom’s house, Elijah pulled into the driveway and parked the car turning off the ignition. Not moving to get out, he sat there staring at the house. Hannah didn’t have to turn around and see her brother’s fingers drumming on the steering wheel to know he was about to implode. If she thought he’d survive her banter or that she’d survive his retribution she would have continued teasing him. Instead she opened her car door and told him. “Come on, he’s waiting.”
A moment later she heard him get out of the car shutting the door behind him. Instead of moving towards the house he stood still, gnawing on what was left of his thumb nail. Exasperated she stomped over and grabbed him by the wrist forcibly pulling him forward as they made their way to the front door. They didn’t even have to ring the bell before the door opened.
Out of the corner of her eyes she saw his smile falter when he saw Orli standing there grinning. It wasn’t who he expected to answer or wanted to see. Elijah quickly hid his disappointment and returned Orli’s grin. To Hannah’s annoyance they just stood there until she pushed her way pass her brother and threw herself at Orli giving him a quick kiss. One that he returned by swinging her up into his arms for an affectionate hug. She craned her neck quickly scanning the room to see if Dom was waiting ready to spring on her brother—he wasn’t.
She let go of the young Brit, and started wandering into the room calling out behind her, “So where is he? Did he get that trashed last night?”
From the mirror in front of her she saw Orli clasp Elijah’s shoulder pushing him forward as they followed her inside. Orli shrugged, “Not sure, seems he left his own party last night.”
Hannah turned the same time Elijah did to face Orli as her brother’s nerves spilled over into a panic and demanded. “What do you mean he left? Why would he do that? He knew we were coming. Besides he’s been planning this for the last month.”
“Lijah, I don’t know. You know Dom; he’s an unpredictable cuss.”
They hardly paid attention to her once they started chatting and playing catch up. Ignoring them in return she walked through the room. Initially she couldn’t stop grinning as she looked around everything, the décor of a natural minimalist was pure Dom.
Though something wasn’t right and it started to tug at her senses. Without questioning it she followed the pull as it led her through Dom’s sliding doors out into the backyard, past the patio and pool to a garden and onto a path that led to a secluded beachfront.
With each step hot sand skidded up the sides of her sandals burning the tender flesh of her feet. She didn’t care. The knots in her stomach tightened. The tension and fear escalated as she neared the beach; abruptly she turned right heading toward a sheltered area near a cluster of palm trees. A cold chill chased down her spine as the ominous feelings grew. Her hands trembled, knees buckled as she swayed dizzily toward the ground. Visions of violence washed over her; wave after wave of violence, blood, and pain coursed through her mind. Her mouth opened; barely aware that she was screaming. The vision replayed in a loop, it was an attack against Dom, she was feeling his pain, his terror, and knew it was his blood she was seeing.
Elijah and Orli froze for half a second at the blood curdling screams before they both tore through the house to find Hannah.
Hannah’s continued screaming acted like a beacon as they scrambled outside, sprinting to her side.
Though shorter in height Elijah was a hairs breadth faster than Orli skidding to stop beside his sister. She knelt there in a trance rocking, screaming hysterically; her breath ragged like she had been running a marathon. Elijah reached out to his sister, to hold and console her, to find out what the hell happened. She recoiled and pulled away refusing to be touched. Elijah dropped his hands and sighed, knowing he only had his voice to draw her back.
Feeling helpless Orli watched, his own adrenaline soaring. He quickly scanned the secluded beach, but outside of Hannah’s reaction nothing appeared to be out of place.
Not that they ever talked about it, but Orli was sure Hannah saw something, had had a vision. At Elijah’s third failed attempt to reach Hannah he knew they’d need help. He’d had the misfortune of witnessing Hannah’s gift twice before during filming in New Zealand. The first time was a mild attack that produced a vision of Sean’s daughter and a fall that resulted in three stitches. The second vision was more violent, a premonition about Elijah.
At a different local Elijah was scheduled to fly by helicopter to a new shoot. One moment he and Hannah were on break teasing and joking, the next moment she was screaming bloody murder to stop them, that something was wrong. Helpless to do anything, Orlando just stood by and watched.
The only one who could calm her down was Aragon, his co-star Viggo Mortensen. It was Viggo who was able to mysteriously interpret and understand everything Hannah was ineffectively trying to communicate. In turn, Viggo convinced their director Peter Jackson to have the helicopter checked out specifically for hydraulic problems later to discover later there was a malfunction that could have caused a crash.
It should have calmed both Viggo and Hannah down instead they huddled together, both jittery. It wasn’t until later, when Dom and Billy who played hobbits Merry and Pippen showed up that their demeanor changed. Where both fell over themselves in order to be at Billy Boyd’s side, like he was a safe haven.
At the time the only thing Orlando actually saw or heard was Billy’s soft reassurances and casual touches, but it was clear Hannah and Viggo were equally responsive to Billy’s presence. He even remembers when Dom jokingly said that Billy was magical, their yoda. At the time it was odd, and something they all just laughed off – now Orli wasn’t so sure.
Without thinking any further Orli reached for his cell phone and immediately dialed Viggo’s number who he knew happened to be the closest in distance.
~2:25 PM (11:25 Hawaii’s time) Viggo’s ranch in the Upper Hills in Los Angeles, California~ 
Sean glanced toward Viggo’s cell, but sat back and ignored it, enjoying the show before him as he sat comfortably on the dry deck; Viggo was sloshing around in the mud of what use to be his garden before a water hose had steadily dripped through the night destroying everything. Viggo a natural renaissance man, part-time Martha Stewart believed in accepting nature’s challenges. Sean simply enjoyed when nature won a round or two at Viggo’s expense.
Though Sean bit the inside of his cheek to control himself, he couldn’t stop the slips of snickering laugher, Viggo turned around sending him a heated glare, but he moved too quick and lost his footing – again and slid, arms flailing about as he promptly fell landing on his ass.
Even on deck Sean could hear Viggo’s colorful cursing in several languages. Slowly careful not to slip again Viggo stood then took notice of his cell ringing. Glancing down, first at his garden then at his clothes slick with mud covering most of his body; Viggo sighed and shook his head. “Mind getting that while I strip and hose off.”
Sean couldn’t hold his laughter off any longer and burst out a belly full as he watched Viggo strip down then grab the hose. He grabbed the phone still laughing, “Hello.”
“Thank God you picked up!! She just started screaming, it’s worst than before Viggo—I don’t know what to do, even Elijah’s at a lost…”
Sean immediately lost his smile as he recognized Orli’s panicked voice and in the background heard someone screaming. “Orlando, that you? What happened? Who’s screaming?”
Once he had discarded his clothes Viggo turned on the hose and started to hose the mud off. Eyes closed he tilted his head back where he held the hose – basking as he allowed the water to cascade down his body, his free hand splashing water to caress over his body. Opening his mind, hoping Sean found his display arousing. Instead of the hopeful arousal, Viggo felt fear. His eyes snapped open in time to see the color drain from Sean’s face, and he felt Sean’s mounting terror. Dropping the hose he rushed up the stairs sure something had happened to his son, Henry.
“Henry?” Viggo asked fearful of the answer.
Sean shook his head, “No its Orli…. He’s rambling, scared.” Sean stated as he handed the phone over to Viggo.
Viggo nodded; relived that it wasn’t his son. “Orli, you ok?”
Orli blinked just now registering that Sean Bean had answered Viggo’s phone, but now it was Viggo who was asking him if he was okay. Orli shook his head no, as if Viggo could actually see him before he finally answered. “Not me Viggo, it’s Hannah and it’s worse this time.”
The skepticism in Viggo’s voice was thick. “That’s Hannah?”
“Yeah, she won’t listen, won’t calm down. She won’t talk to us, me or Elijah. Elijah’s beside himself.” Orli’s stomach turned again. He knew he was rambling, but watching Hannah, feeling so helpless was starting to get to him.
“Orlando… Orli listen, it’ll be all right—where are you?”
“Dom’s place, in Hawaii.” Orli found himself biting harshly on his thumbnail as he mentally scrambled to make sense of Hannah’s words. Blood, pain, Dom were the most prominently clear words. The words created images that made him sick. Swallowing down, Orli forced himself to speak, “I think Dom---thth….that something hap..ppened to Dom.”
“Orli, listen to me… I need you to be calm and listen, okay? I’ll take the first flight out; get there as soon as I can. Now can you get the phone to Hannah, let me talk to her?”
Orli shook his head, “You don’t understand she’s messed up, not even listening to Elijah.”
“Don’t worry about that just get the phone as close to her as you can…”
Orli bit his lip again and walked toward Hannah. She wasn’t aware of anyone or anything. Elijah was crouched down as close as she would allow, still trying to talk to her, but his voice was strained. Tears streamed down his face, shaking his head adamantly against what she was saying. Orli swallowed hard realizing Elijah believed it too…something really bad had happened to Sblomie.
Kneeling in the sand close to Elijah, Orli held the phone out toward Hannah as close as he dared not wanting to upset her any more than she was. Orlando was about to take the phone back after long moments went by and nothing seemed to happen; he wanted to let Viggo know it wasn’t working. As he was about to move he felt Hannah’s fingers wrap around the cell snatching it out of his hand. She clutched at it desperately; her rocking slowed as she listened to whatever Viggo was telling her.
Hannah’s voice was dry and cracked as she spoke, looking straight into Elijah’s eyes as she did. “So much hurt, and blood—
I don’t know, it’s too much…I…I…” She couldn’t finish gulping down the pained words. She nodded a few more times to Viggo’s words then took a deep haggard breath. Shakily, she held out her hand for Orlando to take the cell.
Grabbing the phone, Orlando watched stunned as Hannah very carefully and hesitantly crawled into Elijah’s lap, and wrapped her arms around him. Elijah sat still seemingly unaware—it was then Orli knew two things. One, Elijah deeply loved Dom; second, he was in shock, whatever Hannah’s gift was, whatever she saw or felt—one thing he knew for sure something really bad had happened to Dom.
“Orlando? Orli?”
Orli bit his lip trying to swallow away the lump that formed in his throat as morbid images of Dom filled his head. Unable to completely speak he grunted in response to Viggo’s yelling of his name.
Viggo heard Orli’s stutter, his fear palpable. Viggo turned toward Sean, placing a hand over the mouthpiece, “Sean I’ll need the first flight out to Honolulu.” Sean nodded and rushed inside to call on another phone.
“Orli listen I’ll be there as soon as I can….” Viggo paused trying to find the words to explain the unexplainable. His connection with Hannah was slim, and he didn’t have the full sense or clarity of shattering images that filled Hannah’s mind. With his gift, Viggo mainly received only empathic feelings. Though from the day he met Billy and later Hannah, his gifts had strengthened. Even extended to visions and were sharper especially with those within the fellowship adding a deeper connection to their friendship. Although with such distance, what he saw appeared distorted, the connection weak. Even filtering through those images and Hannah’s own devastating emotional roller coaster Viggo was able to decipher a few things, first Dom wasn’t dead. Though he instinctively knew that was something that could change abruptly at any given moment, and that whatever had attacked Dom, it was a monster a beast—pure animal, one that wanted blood, wanted the kill.
“Orli, Dom isn’t dead! Hang on to that, we’re going to find him. Now I need you to get Hannah and Elijah back to the house and stay inside—protect them until I get there! I’ll call you back every fifteen minutes until I’m there. Okay? Do you understand me?”
Viggo could feel their pain, Hannah, Orlando, and Elijah. Finally Orli answered, “Yeah, get them inside, then every fifteen minutes.”
“Good, good… I’m right here. I’ll call back when?”
“In fifteen. Viggo….are you sure?”
The tremor in Orlando’s voice echoed clearly across miles of air space. Unable to stop his gifts of empathy; he picked up on the true depth and enormity of Orli’s love and fear for both Dominic and Elijah. Viggo sighed at his own helplessness, but answered, “Yes, yes he’s alive.”
“All right... in fifteen then?”
“Fifteen.” Viggo stood there still holding the phone as he listened to the flat dial tone.
Sean rushed in suddenly stopping as he saw Viggo. Sean forcibly took the phone from Viggo’s fingers, and snapped it closed when he heard the dial tone. “We can leave within the hour—what happened?”
“We?”
“Yes, we! Don’t even think you’re going there alone.”
Reassured Viggo smiled, “No not alone. I promised Orli I’d call every fifteen minutes.”
“We can do that. Can you tell me what happened?”
“It’s not good. Something happened to Dom, and Hannah was able to pick up on it.”
“Damn it! Then they need to call the police?”
Viggo eyed Sean critically. Knew Sean didn’t understand his gift, never mind Hannah’s, but now he needed Sean to trust him, trust in his judgment. “No, no they’re not going to call the police, and we aren’t either.”
Bewildered by what Viggo said, Sean just stared, his temper rising as Hannah’s screams and Orli’s frantic voice replayed in his mind. “If Dom was hurt or worse… They need the police, or the FBI to track him down before the trail goes cold.” His plea went unanswered. Aggravated, Sean turned away, knowing that stern look in Viggo’s eyes; Viggo wasn’t going to change his mind. Sean had heard of his cast-mates gifts, but had never actually witnessed them. Viggo had tried to explain his empathy, but Sean dismissed it as intuition. He had credited Viggo’s so called gift, this empathy, to the fact that the man was artistic. That Viggo was just sensitive, more in tuned to the people around him, easily picked up small details that the average person missed.
Sean felt Viggo’s hand on his shoulder, “I need you to trust me Sean.”
Sean turned to face Viggo, saw the sincerity and his deep concern, but Sean couldn’t shake the voices of Hannah and Orli in his head. “It’s not a matter of trust—I trust you Viggo. I don’t trust whoever hurt Dom!” Sean placed both hands firmly on Viggo’s shoulders, “Viggo, we have to call the police. They can quarantine the area, find clues, get DNA evidence to track Dom down. Hell, to stop them from leaving the island. Don’t you see…”
“I understand that, and I’d agree if we were dealing with someone human.”
Sean’s frantic concern detoured into bewilderment; his hands slowly fell to his side. There was no doubt that Viggo was serious …dead serious. Sean’s stomach sank as his mind filled with a new horror. Then surprise as Sean realized he believed Viggo.
Viggo felt Sean’s resistance, his fear palpable but the next moment Viggo was stunned to discover the depth of Sean’s trust. That Sean believed him even against his logic or the insanity when he said they weren’t dealing with something human.
Overwhelmed and immensely grateful he didn’t have to fight Sean about calling the police. He wanted to reach out, embrace Sean in comfort, to ease his fears instead of just watching from arms length as Sean’s face contoured in shock, highlighting with various shades of green then red to ashen as he assimilated the news.
But he didn’t have time, and knew he had to call Billy. Viggo squeezed Sean’s arm as he bypassed him going to the house phone and picking it up. Quickly he dialed Billy’s number, a number he had long ago memorized.
On the fifth ring, the machine clicked on. “You’ve reached me, now leave a bloody message and he’ll decide whether or not he’ll get back to you.” It was a shock to hear Dom’s voice on the machine; Viggo swallowed hard shaking as he waited for the peep. “Bill, its Viggo.” Viggo paused and took a deep breath before he continued. “It’s Hannah, she…. something serious has happened to Dom…”
~Glasgow, Scotland 10:46 PM (2:46 PM in Ca. & 11:46 AM in Hawaii)~
Finally after the fifth ring the answering machine clicked on; Billy snickered listening to Dom’s message waiting for whomever to just leave a message as he snuggled closer against his lover enjoying the heated sweet curves of Ali’s embrace. At the sound of Viggo’s somber voice, Billy froze listening to Viggo tell him something had happened to Dom. Beside him Ali reached across to the nightstand and grabbed the phone.
Ali tensed as she spoke, “Viggo…is he?” She couldn’t form the words, but it was enough to bring him around and take the lead. Billy shook his head reassuring her with a quick embrace before he took the phone. “Viggo I’m here.” Even through the distance he was able to read Viggo’s answer then verbally answered her question, “No…no he’s alive, but I have to go…”
Ali nodded turning on the lights as she quickly scooted out of bed, and began to pack his carrying case.
Billy returned his focus back to Viggo, “Where, Hawaii?”
Viggo didn’t answer, but Billy knew he could feel the intensity as Viggo tried to hold it together.
The silence stretched; Billy listened to Viggo’s even steady calm breathing that belied the feelings he was picking up on. Billy’s stomach twisted in knots and he tried to brace himself as he felt Viggo’s anxiety build.
“There’s more?” Billy asked.
Repeatedly Viggo cleared his throat then forced himself to speak, “Yes. I don’t….” He paused as if he was still trying to find the right words, but Billy knew there were no right words. Finally he heard Viggo take a deep breath and plunge ahead. “From Hannah I was able to pick up…. They, he…I’m not sure how many, but it wasn’t human.”
Billy didn’t question or argue the point instinctively knowing it was true. Billy’s nerves threatened to shatter as he dreaded those possibilities; instead he simply stated, “Aye, but he’s alive for now, hanging on.”
Billy didn’t need to be a true empath like Viggo to feel his friend’s nerves were frayed at the edge.
Focusing on Viggo’s breathing, Billy sighed when he actually felt Viggo’s fear climb up a notch once he confirmed the confused vibes Viggo had felt from Hannah. Both were relieved Dom was alive, but both knew and felt that it’d be a race against time. Though at this point there was nothing either of them could do. Frustrated Billy focused on the immediate, “I’ll be there as soon as possible. Viggo you’ll have to stay strong they’re going to need you.”
Billy heard Viggo’s breath catch as he took a ragged intake of air than exhaled a stronger steadier breath before repeating the exercise. Billy followed along trying to calm his own nerves; quietly he asked, “All right then, I’ll see you soon.”
One click and they were disconnected; Billy tried to follow the advice that he’d given Viggo, but he couldn’t concentrate his own fear spiraling out of control. A small suitcase was placed unceremoniously on the bed beside him. He marveled as Ali moved around the room. She was his rock. She had never questioned his gifts; instead Ali moved forward, her strength of support never wavering. Even now she held the cordless phone precariously in the crook of her neck arranging for his flight out as she simultaneously continued to pack. He couldn’t help but smile feeling humble and grateful to whatever divinity that brought his sweet Alison into his life in the first place.
Switching gears Billy closed his eyes trying to center himself and concentrate on Dom. Minutes later he sighed in defeat; he was too far; his own emotions were in turmoil and too jumbled. The only thing he knew for certain; Dom was alive—for the moment.
~Somewhere over the Pacific Ocean~
Viggo stared blankly at his cell; aggravated his connection with Orli dropped, it was the third time since they boarded. Due to bad weather and turbulence the signal kept fading out and cutting him off; something he wished he could do too. From the moment they boarded Viggo’s empathic ability had been sent into overdrive. Heightening his own worry for Hannah, Orli and Elijah; mixed with nearly every passenger around him especially once they were in flight and the plane was buck riding the pockets of turbulence.
However it was the feelings of the man next to him that was causing him the most discomfort. The extent of Sean’s fear and anxiety exceeded everyone else’s. Sean’s phobia of flying was only eclipsed by his worry for their friends, especially for Dom. Strangely it was because Sean’s heightened emotions that Viggo felt grounded. Simply Sean needed him.
Automatically his hand squeezed Sean’s hand tighter. Their fingers were intertwined, as Viggo silently reassured Sean that he was there and everything was going to be all right. Sean’s only response was his strong clasp.
Viggo had promised Billy that he’d be strong; he just never realized how difficult it would be. Now he wanted to choke on the sentiment—he was anything but strong. A side-ways glance to Sean, and Viggo knew he was staring at true strength. Sean’s skin was ashen with a twinge of green. With each shallow he fought against fear with every shred of his being. Sitting here in flight not drinking himself into oblivion was a true testament to Sean’s inner strength and character. The man was Boromor, and for the umpteenth time Viggo was grateful for Sean’s presence.
Sean was a respected friend, who trusted and stood beside him, and today only further endeared him to Viggo.
~Colin’s place in Hawaii~
Colin moaned as he tried to shift his body out from under a heavy weight that laid anchored over him. The hasty movements lasted briefly until every muscle and nerve fired off alarms of protest throughout his entire body. Sighing he settled back down. Eyes still closed he sniffed the air to discern who was holding him down. The heady scent of sex filled him from every direction—semen that wasn’t his. What the fuck? His mind screamed, as he tried to dissect the missing pieces.
Slowly another scent stuck his senses triggering a few memories—Dom his cub; he was alive. Dom’s body lay sprawled over him; his face slack and tucked into the side of Colin’s neck. Elated Colin stretched to move, even weighted down he angled his body in order to stretch his neck to fully see Dom. Blindly Colin inched closer as he sniffed, nuzzling until he could lick the side of Dom’s neck to his ear. With each taste of his cub more memories of the night before resurfaced. Colin inhaled a shaky breath as he realized just how close he came to losing his cub. It was then he picked up an older familiar scent, one of comfort and love, his Alpha Jeremy. Relief flooded his system as he struggled to open his eyes, his Alpha was here, had somehow saved him, and his cub.
Colin felt a shift then fingers stroking, palming his face. Colin leaned into his Sire’s palm rejoicing in the attention as Jeremy petted him in comfort. “Shhhh, everything will be fine now—your cub’s safe.” Although Jeremy’s voice was low, Colin heard the concern and rasping to Jeremy’s tone that alarmed rather than comforted Colin.
Forcing his eyes open, Colin followed his Originator’s out stretched hand up to his body that was partially hidden from his view to Jeremy’s face as his Alpha leaned over Dom’s back looking down at him.
Colin’s first thought was that the angle was wrong. Basically Colin was looking up from underneath the two men. The view stirred a memory from the past when he had played pig pile and lost as a child. It was strangely ironic, and he couldn’t help the frown that appeared as he thought back—even then he always ended up on the bottom.
He saw his Alpha flinch, heard the nervousness in his voice as he asked, “Baby, you okay?”
The Irish blinked several times then grinned sheepishly at his childish thoughts, his eyes glanced down at his position then back to Jeremy. “Not really a bottom, but I seem to have a knack for getting myself in the right position.”
Immediately Colin felt relief, as Jeremy smiled brightly and chuckled, and followed with a flippant comment. “Have to tell you it’s a good look for you…”
Colin laughed; feeling more reassured as he listened and enjoyed hearing Jeremy’s laughter. He could see the twinkle in his Alpha’s blue eyes; it made him feel good, safe and secure all the way down to his toes. Colin’s fingers lazily traced over his sleeping cub’s face before threading his fingers through Dom’s hair. He never felt as safe and secure as when he was with Jeremy. Instinctively Colin knew this had to be how his own son James must have felt cradled in his or his mother’s arms.
Not only was Jeremy his Alpha, but his originator and Sire, and had once again saved his life. Although this time it wasn’t just his life, but Dom’s life, his new cub. He felt a slight twinge of guilt because he had been using Dom. Colin had charmed, flirted and created a friendship with hopes to gain an additional in with a certain elf; an elf that had haunted his dreams.
At that damn party when they first met, Colin had gotten the distinct impression Bloom was under the mistaken belief he was interested in Kate. Damn Brit was daft. He had hoped seeing him again at Dom’s party; he’d have the opportunity to make a few new impressions.
Thinking about the party reminded Colin what had happened, how he had gotten here. As the images flooded his mind, his breath hitched as he recalled Dom’s battered body, the blood….
Jeremy watched as Colin continued to pet and sooth Dom’s face, holding his body closer if at all possible. Damn, he loved the Irish, or at least this particular Irish. Colin was stubborn, tough, tenacious, charismatic, ridiculously loyal, funny, and devoted to those he loved. Not to mention brash, impulsive, and a walking sex lycan-god. There was never a moment when Jeremy regretted his decision to save Colin by turning him. He only hoped Colin would feel the same about Dom.
Dom, the famed hobbit Merry, was now his or rather almost his. Marking the hobbit as his mate over the other alpha’s lycan mark was taking a lot out of him as he had to repeatedly ejaculate; literally to cover and mark Dom’s body inside and out with his come.
The thought made Jeremy’s head swim. He was grateful Colin was too engrossed in his new cub’s safety and so far he had ignored their intimate positions. Something neither Jeremy nor his throbbing cock, buried deep within the tightness of his new mate’s ass had forgotten for a microsecond as he waited and held off knotting his mate again.
Soon he’d have to move, wouldn’t be able to wait out Colin’s slow and lethargic though elated parental reaction to his new cub—he needed to continue marking Dom as his mate. Fortunately the poison had started to recede once his beast knotted and started to claim Dom as his mate. The magic within the poison seemed to know and differentiate the difference between trying to harm or kill the hobbit, to saving his life. Jeremy assumed, either: Colin’s beast just wasn’t old enough or it was too soon after the initial attack for the magic to differentiate Colin’s intent, and kept its original purpose— to destroy anyone that had harmed the young man.
The need to mate was growing stronger; his cock pulsated in a desperate need to move, to continue marking and to knot with his mate. Closing his eyes, his body ridged Jeremy forcibly held himself back to allow his cub this time.
While he waited he wondered about the alpha lycan and the raw power that seeped through the mark on Dom. The lycan’s magical power was staggering. Begrudgingly he respected the older lycan and his power, but knew when they met—and he had no doubt they would very soon—that, that type of mark displayed on Dominic would magically call out to its creator, compel, and draw the alpha here to Hawaii—back to Dom, to him.
Anger, jealousy, fear and pain filled Jeremy’s heart at the thought; he knew without a doubt he’d attack first. Defend his mate and cub first before stopping to ask questions. There was no doubt the lycan was older, more powerful but he was also insufferably arrogant. To mark Dom, and magically at that, but not to have the decency to protect and properly mark him as pack—to be mark as only human was an insult; a waste and had only endangered Dom further.
Still groggy, he heard Colin’s worried whimper drawing Jeremy’s attention back to his cub…
Colin’s voice cracked, whispering, “He doesn’t wake..why?” lifting up as he gently stroked and licked Dom’s face. “Shouldn’t we take him to ho…”
“No!” Jeremy interrupted.
A pitiful, why escaped Colin’s throat.
Jeremy sighed; he wanted to explain to reassure his cub that Dom would be fine he just needed to finish claiming the hobbit as his mate. “Shh, cub, it’ll be alright. I’m going to make it all right. You have to trust me, Colin?”
“Do! Trust no one more.”
“Good, good. Look at me.” He watched as Colin’s senses kicked in. His nostrils flared, then blinked in confusion, his gaze took in their positions, and Jeremy could see when it finally dawned on his cub what he was seeing.
“I have to finish Colin; I have to mate with your cub. Trust me, and close your eyes.” Jeremy watched as Colin’s eyes widened realizing the truth as he looked into Jeremy’s eyes then slowly with reluctance he closed them as he repeated in a hushed whisper, “I do trust you Sire, my alpha I do.”
Though Jeremy filled with pride at Colin’s acceptance, he couldn’t wait and his body moved; hips pushed forward following the pace his cock demanded feeling his knot start to expand before driving back in, pistoning as he continued fucking, pushing his knot in pass his mate’s rim pushing forward until he bottomed out then pulled out building his excitement to fully knot inside his mate.
Inhaling, Jeremy recognized the scent of Colin’s arousal, knew his cub was hard and rubbing against his mate. He was surprised by his beast, which rather than feeling possessive anger toward his cub encroaching on his mate found it exciting. With one hand he held Dom, his other hand searched out Colin, and caressed him from hip to flank silently letting his cub know it was all right. Colin only whimpered his body moving as he continued to rub frantically to create more friction.
The moment Jeremy felt his knot push in and held there locked in place by Dom’s sphincter muscles tightening, he lost any further thoughts about Colin. He was too close, ready to explode; his sacs tightened as his cock pulsated deep inside his mate’s ass. An explosive rush ran through his body, his beast’s pleasure roared resoundingly within his mind as he spurted and ejaculated filling his mate with come.
~Honolulu airport 9:15 pm~
Sean took the keys out of Viggo’s hand. “Don’t think so.” He could feel Viggo’s stare. Sean just shook his head as he opened the driver’s door. He faced Viggo over the roof of the car. “You look like shit! And you can’t tell me whatever your … whatever it is hasn’t gotten worse, I have eyes! So it only makes sense that I drive.”
Sean glared and waited for Viggo to argue. Instead Viggo’s shoulders slumped in defeat as he opened the door on the passenger side.
Satisfied Sean nodded and got in.
Once he was seated Viggo turned toward him and asked. “Do you know where we’re going?”
Pulling the door shut behind him, Sean nodded. “Have the address and general direction.” Then he pulled out a map a clerk had handed him while Viggo was finishing up the paperwork for the rental. “Here’s a map. Clerk directed to H1 from there you can navigate.” As he started the car Sean looked back about to reverse when he caught Viggo’s expression - his worry was palpable. Without thinking Sean reached out and squeezed Viggo’s thigh, adding. “We’re going to be there soon within an hour tops.” Appreciating the gesture Viggo’s hand topped his hand and rubbed silently offering his thanks before he let go. It was only a moment but Sean stared longer than necessary as he felt a clear spark. His mind abruptly flashed to the enticing vision of Viggo earlier that day when he had washed the mud off.
Shaking his head, he checked the rearview mirror again, and backed out driving toward the exit of the parking lot before slowing and signaling to merge onto the street. Disturbed and still feeling the tingling effect of Viggo’s hand over his. Sean couldn’t help himself as he chanced a glance across to Viggo. He saw Viggo slouched over pre-occupied in finding their location on the map. His stomach flipped at the sight. Gripping the steering wheel, he forced his eyes back to the road ahead of him. Though Sean stayed focused he wasn’t able to shake the knowledge that his stomach was in knots and it had nothing to do with any impending fear for friends. Suddenly he felt guilty for having such wayward thoughts about his friend especially at such an inappropriate time considering everything that’s happened. With purpose he shoved the thoughts into the far recesses of his mind.
~Somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean~
Billy sat casually, his eyes closed feigning sleep to those around him.
In reality Billy repeatedly cast his power outward hoping to catch their connection, a bond he had formed with each of the fellowship. At some point he started to receive the dissected fragments of Hannah’s visions. One vision after another hit, each more terrifying as the scenes played over until he could piece them together and could see the attack from beginning to end. Of how the werewolf had cornered Dom, had teased and played with him up to the point Dom lost consciousness.
Once Dom lost consciousness, Billy could only pick up on empathic senses, but more important he knew Dom was still alive even if he was just hanging on by the slimmest of threads.
What was worse Billy knew it was his fault. He had always known other beings existed including werewolves but until he arrived in New Zealand, Billy had never met one—not until he met fellow actor and alpha wolf Karl Urban.
Karl had warned him it was dangerous to mark Dom and everyone else in the fellowship as only human. That it was safer to mark them as his pack. However Billy refused to listen, and insisted that Karl only mark them as his humans for protection against the local packs in New Zealand.
Now because of his ignorance and blatant arrogance there was a strong possibly Dom would die. His only hope, the best scenario—was that Karl would reach Dom in time to turn him.
Billy didn’t bother to call Karl, knew the alpha had already started to make the journey toward Dom from the first moment Dom was in danger and had been attacked, Karl knew. In hindsight, Billy was grateful he had added magic to the mark that if Dom or any of them were in danger that it’d activate the mark announcing that danger to Karl—their alpha. The magic was strong enough that in severe cases the mark would turn poisonous toward any attacker if the host’s life was in danger.
From what he saw in the visions, the attack was vicious. Billy had no doubt the mark turned deadly, grateful that at least Dom’s attacker would die. For the moment Dom was still alive. What he didn’t dare tell Ali his partner or Viggo was how faint his connection was to Dom. The mark signified exactly how weak Dom’s life signs were. Nor could Billy predict how long his best friend would be able to hold out and continue fighting for his life. He could only pray Karl would arrive in time.
~Dom’s House in Hawaii, 10:20 pm~
Just as Sean turned into the long stretch driveway, he saw a woman burst through the door, and wondered if it was Hannah. If it was, she looked different from the last time he saw her. Though he couldn’t see any of the small details the woman before him was blond. Her hair was longer well past shoulder length and being whipped across her face by the wind. Then he started to reconsider. The Hannah he knew always wore excessive accessories, and was a self-described: bohemian, hippie chic with jewelry, hair adornments, or flowers tucked behind an ear. Instead the woman before them was dressed in a simple camisole with a darker blue Hawaiian skirt. She ran toward them then stopped and stood there, waiting as the wind pulled the skirt tight against her legs.
Driving up Sean’s heart raced as they got closer and he could see it really was Hannah.
Even as he pulled up Sean could see her body was trembling; her face contorted in distress, tears running freely that smeared what was left of her make-up down her face. Viggo didn’t bother to wait for him to stop as he opened his door and jumped out. Within seconds Viggo had Hannah wrapped in his arms with her face buried against his chest.
Parking Sean got out, his eyes on Viggo and Hannah. It was then he heard something and turned to see it was Orli and Elijah—they fared no better than Hannah both looking like shit. Orli stood at Elijah’s back as they looked on with some resemblance of relief that Viggo was consoling Hannah. Elijah stood looking lost with silent tears streaming down his face. The look on his face eerily reminded Sean of Frodo in the last movie 'Return of the King.’ Sean knew the boy liked Dom they all did, were all close, but seeing Elijah now, his heart ached there was no doubt in Sean’s mind the boy was in love with Dom. Glancing over to Orlando, Sean saw that their elf wasn’t fairing much better. As he approached the pair Sean didn’t bother with words, he just reached out and engulfed them both in a fierce embrace.
He felt tremors course through Orli’s body and he pulled him in even closer as he tried to offer a bit of comfort, his hand moving in soothing circles. He wanted to offer words, to say something, but what could he say. He was just as lost and scared as they were. They stayed like that for a long time waiting for Viggo and Hannah.
It was Elijah who pulled away expectantly seconds before Viggo and Hannah reluctantly broke apart. He caught Viggo’s gaze when he looked up, his eyes rimmed red and teary.
He hated to think about it, but they each looked up waiting for some kind of direction from Viggo. However it was Hannah who moved, apparently stronger from Viggo’s presence. She walked over to Elijah and grabbed his hand then reached out taking hold of Orli’s other hand. “He’s alive, Dom’s alive. You both need to hang on to that, but we need to go to him- they’ll need us, need our help.”
Sean looked over Hannah’s head to Viggo, as he processed Hannah declaration about Dom being alive. He needed Viggo’s confirmation. Exhaling his relief as Viggo nodded.
Then Sean blinked in confusion, as he realized what Hannah said afterward that—they’ll need us, need help. Who the fuck were they?
~Over the Pacific Ocean~
Karl barely held his anxiety in check, only after years of practice was he able to force his beast back as he recalled the moment Dom was attacked; Karl knew and didn’t question the panic of danger he felt. Luckily he had been on location in New York when he felt the initial pangs through his mark. Luckier still he had a friend who owned a travel agency and got him on a non-stop flight to LA then another flight on a different airline to Honolulu. He only had to be at the gate on time in order to make the flight.
It had been a race from one terminal to another; internally his beast enjoyed the rush of adrenaline, and he had made the flight just in time.
Now that he was in flight somewhere over the pacific, he was once again forced to keep a tight rein over his beast. His fear heightened as he tried to ignore the time. Though it didn’t work as he was acutely aware of when Dom was attacked and that it was coming up on sixteen hours. Forcibly he told himself and his beast to hang on to the fact Dom was alive that they’d get there in time. Although he wasn’t sure he’d arrive in time to make a difference. The moment he felt Dom’s attack he instinctively knew the wounds were fatal that it was only a matter of time. If he arrived in time, Karl knew he’d have to turn Dom and make him his cub. His beast demanded nothing less.
Helpless he couldn’t stop thinking about how Dom might react to being turned. Would he be happy and accept it like Karl did, or would Dom come to hate him in time as he realized he’d have to isolate himself from his human family because he didn’t age as humans did. Karl couldn’t deny the pain he’d felt as he’d watched his human family age until he’d forcibly had to keep his distance when they grew older and died. Then he’d watch as his sister’s only child and her children died unexpectedly from a fire. They were the last of his human line. At the time he had his Originator and Sire, Phillip to help him through the transition. At least for the first thirty years of his life as a cub until his Sire once again saved his life and for his trouble was caught in a trap and put down—killed by hunters.
Afterwards Karl isolated himself from all of the packs, mourning Phillip and his human family.
Since then Karl had been alone for nearly a century. The bond he had with Phillip was intimate, stronger than his human counterparts bond of love. Only a mate’s bond was stronger. Regrettably they hadn’t mated, but had talked about it and had planned to. Phillip promised once he was a little older. However it never happen instead he had to bury his beloved Sire.
Losing Phillip, so young, the intensity of the pain and grief; Karl kept his distance from everyone and became a recluse. It was only in the last few decades that things had changed and he had a desire to interact with humans. He surprised himself when he went from one extreme to another by becoming an actor. As he traveled and built up a career, Karl quickly discovered various lycan strays. Lone werewolves like himself working within the film and television industry. And like him, they each kept their distance. However there was a respect, an acknowledgement between them because they shared a similar existence and lived outside of a pack. They were solitary werewolves.
He never had a problem with any of them until things changed when he started working on Xena. The local lycan pack came around, sniffing their interest in him. At first they tried to challenge him to test his strength and status as an alpha, then they even tried to entice him with the pick of several betas even offered an omega in order to get him to join the ranks of their pack. It had been his refusal that their alpha took as a serious insult. Their attempts changed from recruitment to all out bullying. The encounters continuously left someone from their pack injured; each skirmish only proved that even collectively they were weak as a pack.
It was quite clear that Karl was stronger more powerful than their alpha. When he easily bested the alpha but left him alive and refused to become their new alpha, things changed drastically. Instead of targeting him they turned their attention to those around him, targeting his human friends and co-workers. In a defensive move Karl started to randomly mark fellow actors. To mark them as his, a warning to the pack if they touched someone marked under his protection it’d demand his immediate retribution. Marking them helped, but didn’t stop different pack members from watching and waiting for an opportunity for him to slip up.
He didn’t and easily stayed ahead of them.
It worked until he arrived on the set of Two Towers. There he met Billy.
The camaraderie and kinship between the fellowship actors appeared effortlessly creating a distinctive energy that was tangible and spilled over welcomingly to newer cast members. For Karl it was an easy adjustment because he already knew, or had worked with more than half of the crew from other projects—several of whom he had marked.
While friendly, he and Billy were initially wary of each other. Each was in a similar position of never encountering the like of the other—of Karl as a werewolf and Billy a true mage. Although Billy was gracious he was cautious that quickly turned to defensive when he discovered Karl had marked several of the crew. He had tried to explain, but Billy wasn’t listening. He was too appalled and basically gave Karl a dressing down and forbade him from marking any of the other cast members or crew, and had backed up the threat with magic—something Karl couldn’t fight against.
It wasn’t until Billy was out with Dom and they were attacked by a group of stray werewolves that Billy started to grasp the true dangers of not being marked, of what the significance of marking meant to another lycan. It was after that incident that Billy conceded and allowed him to mark the crew and fellow cast members as a means of protection. Using magic, Billy had insisted he use a simple minimalist mark: a mark that to other lycans meant no more than they were his human pets. To lycans the mark was almost meaningless and definitely meant less than human pack as he had previously marked other crew members.
He had no choice but to concede to Billy’s conditions. Later he was mollified when Billy added magic to the marks.
Dom was the first to be marked. Each mark on the fellowship was followed by a spell that strengthened it; Billy’s reasoning was they wouldn’t then need any other marks. Intuitively Karl knew it wouldn’t be enough against the danger of another lycan sniffing the mark. Mistakenly thinking they weren’t important enough to be marked as pack, they’d see it as a challenge.
He should have pushed further, made Billy see, to understand, but he didn’t. Leaving the mark as human only, that was on him—his responsibility, and if Dom dies, he has no one else to blame…
Next~
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Orli shifted on the bed. Even with his eyes closed he squinted against the light then lifted his arm trying to block the sun’s blinding assault. Unable to hide, he slowly swung his body into action acknowledging his need to piss. Moments later still yawning, barely awake he stumbled toward the kitchen. Hoping Kate had gone shopping at some point before she left, or rather and what was more likely, that she hired someone to go food shopping. Opening the icebox he found it was well stocked including his favorite guava juice. Grabbing the carton he shook it a few times, opened, and started to drink directly from the carton.
After several long swigs he closed the carton and returned it to the icebox. A quick glance at the time and he quickly worked out that he could be showered and at Dom’s by 11:00, 11:30 the latest. It was enough time for Dom to shake off whatever adventures he and Colin got into before Elijah showed up. Heading for the bathroom Orli’s mind wandered to the rumors Kate had heard, and he couldn’t decipher how they could have ever gotten together. And hoped they weren’t actually together/together.
The water hit cold just as he pictured Dom with Farrell. Adjusting the water temperature did nothing to stop the images plaguing his mind. It was one thing to ignore his own feelings for Dom out of respect for Dom’s blatant unrequited love for Elijah. But if he just lost his own chance to be with Dom because he didn’t voice his feelings and make a move to let Dom know how he felt about him; that subsequently Dom had finally given up on Elijah and moved on—to Colin fucking Farrell?
Picturing them together twisted painfully inside of him along with flares of jealousy. Though if he was honest with himself he wasn’t exactly sure who he was jealous of, Dom or Colin? Dom was his friend; he loved him and had been lusting after him almost as long as Dom had been lusting after Elijah. With Colin, Colin was an unpredictable force all on his own.
The images were painful, but his cock hardened enjoying the fantasy. Unable to deny himself, he wrapped fingers around his demanding cock. Orli imagined Dom’s tight lean tan body, a set of arms entwined around Dom’s waist pulling him back tight against their body. Orli looked up and saw the body was Colin’s. Colin smirked, his hands spread out possessively over Dom’s stomach then down to his swollen cock. A hand wrapped around Dom’s cock; Orli’s own hand pulled and stroked his own cock harder at the image. Colin shoved Dom forward and Dom braced his hands against the shower wall. Colin whispered something to Dom who nodded and spread his legs wider. Dom looked over at Orli. Dom’s eyes glittered with unshed tears as he stared defiantly at Orli, his chin lifted slightly, you never wanted me enough to take me—you or Elijah.
Dom eyes widen then rolled back in his head as he moaned in pleasure. Orli glanced down and saw Colin finger fucking Dom hard; Colin added another finger then looked up, grinning as he winked at Orli and stated, mine!
Dom thrust back harder, fucking himself on Colin’s finger, his head thrown back, More, harder!
Colin laughed.
Orli’s hand tightened harder on his cock drawing pain with pleasure. He was disgusted with himself, disgusted with his fantasy—where he was split with one half of his consciousness demanding he play out the fantasy, the other half was disgusted and berated him for maintaining his silence about his feelings for Dom.
Orli listened to Dom pant and moan until he screamed out; Oh yea fuck me! Do what he wouldn’t do—Fuck me, you Irish prick! Orli’s heart twisted just as his hand did. He was too close, and needed to come.
Blinking away tears as they mingled with the shower water; the image changed to Orli watching Colin brutally fuck Dom. Dom’s body was pressed flat against the shower wall as Colin pistoned his cock in and out with Dom screaming obscenities for more. Colin’s head tilted, his eyes hooded in ecstasy, pupils dark, a lecherous grin graced his lips then he turned and blatantly glanced at Orli’s hand as he tried to keep pace with Colin’s brutal rhythm. Colin leaned forward his tongue licked up the side of Dom’s neck then he raked his teeth downward, but his eyes were glued to Orli’s. Colin’s eyes twinkled in mischief touching his soul; his Irish brogue was heavy with lust as he demanded, ‘You’re MINE NOW. I want you to come, come for me baby, come…’
Orli wasn’t sure who Colin was commanding, but he obeyed. Falling back against the shower wall, his body shuddering as he came in one of the most powerful orgasms of his life.
Seconds or minutes passed before he could move. Finally Orli pushed away from the wall and stood directly under the water, allowing the cascading cold to jolt his body and mind out of the fantasy he had created. Orli stood there drowning out the lingering images until he started to shiver.
Hesitantly Orli turned off the water, cursing, feeling more wretched at the hopelessness of his wayward heart; grabbing a towel he roughly toweled himself dry, and rushed around dressing with a new determination to see Dom and find out exactly what the fuck was going on.
From under hooded eyes Hannah chanced a glance over at her brother to find him nervously biting his nails- again. It was a nervous tick, one she hated and even high priced manicurists couldn’t curb her famed brother Elijah Wood’s disgusting habit. Bitterly she spoke. “Pay attention, and get in the middle lane. And stop biting.” Hannah listed ending with the reprimand, as she swatted, Elijah’s arm.
“Hey,” offended, Elijah sent his sister a heated glare before he turned back to the road, but he did stop gnawing on his fingers. “And you can stop being a backseat driver! So why did you have to leave an itinerary of where we’re going, for Kelly Osborne of all people?”
Hannah shrugged, blowing smoke out the window. “Why not? She’s a good friend. Besides it’s not like she coming.”
Elijah couldn’t deny he was relieved to hear that. “Good! You better hope it stays that way.”
She couldn’t help but bait him, and acted as if she was offended. “What? It’s not like they don’t get along.”
“It’s not that and you know it. This is for just us…” She watched and waited, his nerves getting the best of him as he started gnawing on his nails again. She rolled her eyes, and bit back the words, ‘it’s about time.’ It had taken her brother so long to face his feelings for Dom; she had started to wonder if she was wrong, but she was never wrong. She had known from the beginning that they would be together, and it was only confirmed when she finally met Dom. Dom wore his love for Elijah on his very being for all to see. Something everyone but her clueless brother saw.
Hannah took a long drag and shifted back toward Elijah. “So gonna talk to him this time?”
“Of course I’m going to talk to him.”
“Elijah, don’t be obtuse! Are you going to tell him the truth and let him know how you really feel about him?”
“Huh?” Elijah turned and his face crumbled. It didn’t matter how many times Hannah tried to reassure him that his feelings would be returned he still had doubts in mammoth proportions. Then like a switch, Elijah focused on the road, and to anyone else that wasn’t his sister he effectively hid his fear. Casually he stated, “That’s none of your business. In fact, you better steer clear of us if you know what’s good for you…. Just give me some space, okay?”
Hannah smirked, “Fine, but you better talk to Dom before we leave this island, or I’ll be forced to take drastic measures!”
Elijah whipped his head around, eyes Frodo wide that she wanted to laugh.
But it was the truth and he might as well know it. Her smile widened into a mischievous grin, silently letting him know she had already formulated a plan B. She heard him curse under his breath. His hand nervously reached out, fingers automatically fiddling with the music channels to find something to annoy her and predictably drown out his own thoughts. Twenty minutes, she only had to endure the blast of country for twenty minutes and they’d be at Dom’s. She felt him staring at her, turning she greeted with him a wide smirk, her eyes narrowing then one lifted letting him know unreservedly that two can play at that game. She watched as Elijah’s shoulders slumped as he lost his smile. It was times like this she was sure he wished he were an only child.
Arriving at Dom’s house, Elijah pulled into the driveway and parked the car turning off the ignition. Not moving to get out, he sat there staring at the house. Hannah didn’t have to turn around and see her brother’s fingers drumming on the steering wheel to know he was about to implode. If she thought he’d survive her banter or that she’d survive his retribution she would have continued teasing him. Instead she opened her car door and told him. “Come on, he’s waiting.”
A moment later she heard him get out of the car shutting the door behind him. Instead of moving towards the house he stood still, gnawing on what was left of his thumb nail. Exasperated she stomped over and grabbed him by the wrist forcibly pulling him forward as they made their way to the front door. They didn’t even have to ring the bell before the door opened.
Out of the corner of her eyes she saw his smile falter when he saw Orli standing there grinning. It wasn’t who he expected to answer or wanted to see. Elijah quickly hid his disappointment and returned Orli’s grin. To Hannah’s annoyance they just stood there until she pushed her way pass her brother and threw herself at Orli giving him a quick kiss. One that he returned by swinging her up into his arms for an affectionate hug. She craned her neck quickly scanning the room to see if Dom was waiting ready to spring on her brother—he wasn’t.
She let go of the young Brit, and started wandering into the room calling out behind her, “So where is he? Did he get that trashed last night?”
From the mirror in front of her she saw Orli clasp Elijah’s shoulder pushing him forward as they followed her inside. Orli shrugged, “Not sure, seems he left his own party last night.”
Hannah turned the same time Elijah did to face Orli as her brother’s nerves spilled over into a panic and demanded. “What do you mean he left? Why would he do that? He knew we were coming. Besides he’s been planning this for the last month.”
“Lijah, I don’t know. You know Dom; he’s an unpredictable cuss.”
They hardly paid attention to her once they started chatting and playing catch up. Ignoring them in return she walked through the room. Initially she couldn’t stop grinning as she looked around everything, the décor of a natural minimalist was pure Dom.
Though something wasn’t right and it started to tug at her senses. Without questioning it she followed the pull as it led her through Dom’s sliding doors out into the backyard, past the patio and pool to a garden and onto a path that led to a secluded beachfront.
With each step hot sand skidded up the sides of her sandals burning the tender flesh of her feet. She didn’t care. The knots in her stomach tightened. The tension and fear escalated as she neared the beach; abruptly she turned right heading toward a sheltered area near a cluster of palm trees. A cold chill chased down her spine as the ominous feelings grew. Her hands trembled, knees buckled as she swayed dizzily toward the ground. Visions of violence washed over her; wave after wave of violence, blood, and pain coursed through her mind. Her mouth opened; barely aware that she was screaming. The vision replayed in a loop, it was an attack against Dom, she was feeling his pain, his terror, and knew it was his blood she was seeing.
Elijah and Orli froze for half a second at the blood curdling screams before they both tore through the house to find Hannah.
Hannah’s continued screaming acted like a beacon as they scrambled outside, sprinting to her side.
Though shorter in height Elijah was a hairs breadth faster than Orli skidding to stop beside his sister. She knelt there in a trance rocking, screaming hysterically; her breath ragged like she had been running a marathon. Elijah reached out to his sister, to hold and console her, to find out what the hell happened. She recoiled and pulled away refusing to be touched. Elijah dropped his hands and sighed, knowing he only had his voice to draw her back.
Feeling helpless Orli watched, his own adrenaline soaring. He quickly scanned the secluded beach, but outside of Hannah’s reaction nothing appeared to be out of place.
Not that they ever talked about it, but Orli was sure Hannah saw something, had had a vision. At Elijah’s third failed attempt to reach Hannah he knew they’d need help. He’d had the misfortune of witnessing Hannah’s gift twice before during filming in New Zealand. The first time was a mild attack that produced a vision of Sean’s daughter and a fall that resulted in three stitches. The second vision was more violent, a premonition about Elijah.
At a different local Elijah was scheduled to fly by helicopter to a new shoot. One moment he and Hannah were on break teasing and joking, the next moment she was screaming bloody murder to stop them, that something was wrong. Helpless to do anything, Orlando just stood by and watched.
The only one who could calm her down was Aragon, his co-star Viggo Mortensen. It was Viggo who was able to mysteriously interpret and understand everything Hannah was ineffectively trying to communicate. In turn, Viggo convinced their director Peter Jackson to have the helicopter checked out specifically for hydraulic problems later to discover later there was a malfunction that could have caused a crash.
It should have calmed both Viggo and Hannah down instead they huddled together, both jittery. It wasn’t until later, when Dom and Billy who played hobbits Merry and Pippen showed up that their demeanor changed. Where both fell over themselves in order to be at Billy Boyd’s side, like he was a safe haven.
At the time the only thing Orlando actually saw or heard was Billy’s soft reassurances and casual touches, but it was clear Hannah and Viggo were equally responsive to Billy’s presence. He even remembers when Dom jokingly said that Billy was magical, their yoda. At the time it was odd, and something they all just laughed off – now Orli wasn’t so sure.
Without thinking any further Orli reached for his cell phone and immediately dialed Viggo’s number who he knew happened to be the closest in distance.
Sean glanced toward Viggo’s cell, but sat back and ignored it, enjoying the show before him as he sat comfortably on the dry deck; Viggo was sloshing around in the mud of what use to be his garden before a water hose had steadily dripped through the night destroying everything. Viggo a natural renaissance man, part-time Martha Stewart believed in accepting nature’s challenges. Sean simply enjoyed when nature won a round or two at Viggo’s expense.
Though Sean bit the inside of his cheek to control himself, he couldn’t stop the slips of snickering laugher, Viggo turned around sending him a heated glare, but he moved too quick and lost his footing – again and slid, arms flailing about as he promptly fell landing on his ass.
Even on deck Sean could hear Viggo’s colorful cursing in several languages. Slowly careful not to slip again Viggo stood then took notice of his cell ringing. Glancing down, first at his garden then at his clothes slick with mud covering most of his body; Viggo sighed and shook his head. “Mind getting that while I strip and hose off.”
Sean couldn’t hold his laughter off any longer and burst out a belly full as he watched Viggo strip down then grab the hose. He grabbed the phone still laughing, “Hello.”
“Thank God you picked up!! She just started screaming, it’s worst than before Viggo—I don’t know what to do, even Elijah’s at a lost…”
Sean immediately lost his smile as he recognized Orli’s panicked voice and in the background heard someone screaming. “Orlando, that you? What happened? Who’s screaming?”
Once he had discarded his clothes Viggo turned on the hose and started to hose the mud off. Eyes closed he tilted his head back where he held the hose – basking as he allowed the water to cascade down his body, his free hand splashing water to caress over his body. Opening his mind, hoping Sean found his display arousing. Instead of the hopeful arousal, Viggo felt fear. His eyes snapped open in time to see the color drain from Sean’s face, and he felt Sean’s mounting terror. Dropping the hose he rushed up the stairs sure something had happened to his son, Henry.
“Henry?” Viggo asked fearful of the answer.
Sean shook his head, “No its Orli…. He’s rambling, scared.” Sean stated as he handed the phone over to Viggo.
Viggo nodded; relived that it wasn’t his son. “Orli, you ok?”
Orli blinked just now registering that Sean Bean had answered Viggo’s phone, but now it was Viggo who was asking him if he was okay. Orli shook his head no, as if Viggo could actually see him before he finally answered. “Not me Viggo, it’s Hannah and it’s worse this time.”
The skepticism in Viggo’s voice was thick. “That’s Hannah?”
“Yeah, she won’t listen, won’t calm down. She won’t talk to us, me or Elijah. Elijah’s beside himself.” Orli’s stomach turned again. He knew he was rambling, but watching Hannah, feeling so helpless was starting to get to him.
“Orlando… Orli listen, it’ll be all right—where are you?”
“Dom’s place, in Hawaii.” Orli found himself biting harshly on his thumbnail as he mentally scrambled to make sense of Hannah’s words. Blood, pain, Dom were the most prominently clear words. The words created images that made him sick. Swallowing down, Orli forced himself to speak, “I think Dom---thth….that something hap..ppened to Dom.”
“Orli, listen to me… I need you to be calm and listen, okay? I’ll take the first flight out; get there as soon as I can. Now can you get the phone to Hannah, let me talk to her?”
Orli shook his head, “You don’t understand she’s messed up, not even listening to Elijah.”
“Don’t worry about that just get the phone as close to her as you can…”
Orli bit his lip again and walked toward Hannah. She wasn’t aware of anyone or anything. Elijah was crouched down as close as she would allow, still trying to talk to her, but his voice was strained. Tears streamed down his face, shaking his head adamantly against what she was saying. Orli swallowed hard realizing Elijah believed it too…something really bad had happened to Sblomie.
Kneeling in the sand close to Elijah, Orli held the phone out toward Hannah as close as he dared not wanting to upset her any more than she was. Orlando was about to take the phone back after long moments went by and nothing seemed to happen; he wanted to let Viggo know it wasn’t working. As he was about to move he felt Hannah’s fingers wrap around the cell snatching it out of his hand. She clutched at it desperately; her rocking slowed as she listened to whatever Viggo was telling her.
Hannah’s voice was dry and cracked as she spoke, looking straight into Elijah’s eyes as she did. “So much hurt, and blood—
I don’t know, it’s too much…I…I…” She couldn’t finish gulping down the pained words. She nodded a few more times to Viggo’s words then took a deep haggard breath. Shakily, she held out her hand for Orlando to take the cell.
Grabbing the phone, Orlando watched stunned as Hannah very carefully and hesitantly crawled into Elijah’s lap, and wrapped her arms around him. Elijah sat still seemingly unaware—it was then Orli knew two things. One, Elijah deeply loved Dom; second, he was in shock, whatever Hannah’s gift was, whatever she saw or felt—one thing he knew for sure something really bad had happened to Dom.
“Orlando? Orli?”
Orli bit his lip trying to swallow away the lump that formed in his throat as morbid images of Dom filled his head. Unable to completely speak he grunted in response to Viggo’s yelling of his name.
Viggo heard Orli’s stutter, his fear palpable. Viggo turned toward Sean, placing a hand over the mouthpiece, “Sean I’ll need the first flight out to Honolulu.” Sean nodded and rushed inside to call on another phone.
“Orli listen I’ll be there as soon as I can….” Viggo paused trying to find the words to explain the unexplainable. His connection with Hannah was slim, and he didn’t have the full sense or clarity of shattering images that filled Hannah’s mind. With his gift, Viggo mainly received only empathic feelings. Though from the day he met Billy and later Hannah, his gifts had strengthened. Even extended to visions and were sharper especially with those within the fellowship adding a deeper connection to their friendship. Although with such distance, what he saw appeared distorted, the connection weak. Even filtering through those images and Hannah’s own devastating emotional roller coaster Viggo was able to decipher a few things, first Dom wasn’t dead. Though he instinctively knew that was something that could change abruptly at any given moment, and that whatever had attacked Dom, it was a monster a beast—pure animal, one that wanted blood, wanted the kill.
“Orli, Dom isn’t dead! Hang on to that, we’re going to find him. Now I need you to get Hannah and Elijah back to the house and stay inside—protect them until I get there! I’ll call you back every fifteen minutes until I’m there. Okay? Do you understand me?”
Viggo could feel their pain, Hannah, Orlando, and Elijah. Finally Orli answered, “Yeah, get them inside, then every fifteen minutes.”
“Good, good… I’m right here. I’ll call back when?”
“In fifteen. Viggo….are you sure?”
The tremor in Orlando’s voice echoed clearly across miles of air space. Unable to stop his gifts of empathy; he picked up on the true depth and enormity of Orli’s love and fear for both Dominic and Elijah. Viggo sighed at his own helplessness, but answered, “Yes, yes he’s alive.”
“All right... in fifteen then?”
“Fifteen.” Viggo stood there still holding the phone as he listened to the flat dial tone.
Sean rushed in suddenly stopping as he saw Viggo. Sean forcibly took the phone from Viggo’s fingers, and snapped it closed when he heard the dial tone. “We can leave within the hour—what happened?”
“We?”
“Yes, we! Don’t even think you’re going there alone.”
Reassured Viggo smiled, “No not alone. I promised Orli I’d call every fifteen minutes.”
“We can do that. Can you tell me what happened?”
“It’s not good. Something happened to Dom, and Hannah was able to pick up on it.”
“Damn it! Then they need to call the police?”
Viggo eyed Sean critically. Knew Sean didn’t understand his gift, never mind Hannah’s, but now he needed Sean to trust him, trust in his judgment. “No, no they’re not going to call the police, and we aren’t either.”
Bewildered by what Viggo said, Sean just stared, his temper rising as Hannah’s screams and Orli’s frantic voice replayed in his mind. “If Dom was hurt or worse… They need the police, or the FBI to track him down before the trail goes cold.” His plea went unanswered. Aggravated, Sean turned away, knowing that stern look in Viggo’s eyes; Viggo wasn’t going to change his mind. Sean had heard of his cast-mates gifts, but had never actually witnessed them. Viggo had tried to explain his empathy, but Sean dismissed it as intuition. He had credited Viggo’s so called gift, this empathy, to the fact that the man was artistic. That Viggo was just sensitive, more in tuned to the people around him, easily picked up small details that the average person missed.
Sean felt Viggo’s hand on his shoulder, “I need you to trust me Sean.”
Sean turned to face Viggo, saw the sincerity and his deep concern, but Sean couldn’t shake the voices of Hannah and Orli in his head. “It’s not a matter of trust—I trust you Viggo. I don’t trust whoever hurt Dom!” Sean placed both hands firmly on Viggo’s shoulders, “Viggo, we have to call the police. They can quarantine the area, find clues, get DNA evidence to track Dom down. Hell, to stop them from leaving the island. Don’t you see…”
“I understand that, and I’d agree if we were dealing with someone human.”
Sean’s frantic concern detoured into bewilderment; his hands slowly fell to his side. There was no doubt that Viggo was serious …dead serious. Sean’s stomach sank as his mind filled with a new horror. Then surprise as Sean realized he believed Viggo.
Viggo felt Sean’s resistance, his fear palpable but the next moment Viggo was stunned to discover the depth of Sean’s trust. That Sean believed him even against his logic or the insanity when he said they weren’t dealing with something human.
Overwhelmed and immensely grateful he didn’t have to fight Sean about calling the police. He wanted to reach out, embrace Sean in comfort, to ease his fears instead of just watching from arms length as Sean’s face contoured in shock, highlighting with various shades of green then red to ashen as he assimilated the news.
But he didn’t have time, and knew he had to call Billy. Viggo squeezed Sean’s arm as he bypassed him going to the house phone and picking it up. Quickly he dialed Billy’s number, a number he had long ago memorized.
On the fifth ring, the machine clicked on. “You’ve reached me, now leave a bloody message and he’ll decide whether or not he’ll get back to you.” It was a shock to hear Dom’s voice on the machine; Viggo swallowed hard shaking as he waited for the peep. “Bill, its Viggo.” Viggo paused and took a deep breath before he continued. “It’s Hannah, she…. something serious has happened to Dom…”
Finally after the fifth ring the answering machine clicked on; Billy snickered listening to Dom’s message waiting for whomever to just leave a message as he snuggled closer against his lover enjoying the heated sweet curves of Ali’s embrace. At the sound of Viggo’s somber voice, Billy froze listening to Viggo tell him something had happened to Dom. Beside him Ali reached across to the nightstand and grabbed the phone.
Ali tensed as she spoke, “Viggo…is he?” She couldn’t form the words, but it was enough to bring him around and take the lead. Billy shook his head reassuring her with a quick embrace before he took the phone. “Viggo I’m here.” Even through the distance he was able to read Viggo’s answer then verbally answered her question, “No…no he’s alive, but I have to go…”
Ali nodded turning on the lights as she quickly scooted out of bed, and began to pack his carrying case.
Billy returned his focus back to Viggo, “Where, Hawaii?”
Viggo didn’t answer, but Billy knew he could feel the intensity as Viggo tried to hold it together.
The silence stretched; Billy listened to Viggo’s even steady calm breathing that belied the feelings he was picking up on. Billy’s stomach twisted in knots and he tried to brace himself as he felt Viggo’s anxiety build.
“There’s more?” Billy asked.
Repeatedly Viggo cleared his throat then forced himself to speak, “Yes. I don’t….” He paused as if he was still trying to find the right words, but Billy knew there were no right words. Finally he heard Viggo take a deep breath and plunge ahead. “From Hannah I was able to pick up…. They, he…I’m not sure how many, but it wasn’t human.”
Billy didn’t question or argue the point instinctively knowing it was true. Billy’s nerves threatened to shatter as he dreaded those possibilities; instead he simply stated, “Aye, but he’s alive for now, hanging on.”
Billy didn’t need to be a true empath like Viggo to feel his friend’s nerves were frayed at the edge.
Focusing on Viggo’s breathing, Billy sighed when he actually felt Viggo’s fear climb up a notch once he confirmed the confused vibes Viggo had felt from Hannah. Both were relieved Dom was alive, but both knew and felt that it’d be a race against time. Though at this point there was nothing either of them could do. Frustrated Billy focused on the immediate, “I’ll be there as soon as possible. Viggo you’ll have to stay strong they’re going to need you.”
Billy heard Viggo’s breath catch as he took a ragged intake of air than exhaled a stronger steadier breath before repeating the exercise. Billy followed along trying to calm his own nerves; quietly he asked, “All right then, I’ll see you soon.”
One click and they were disconnected; Billy tried to follow the advice that he’d given Viggo, but he couldn’t concentrate his own fear spiraling out of control. A small suitcase was placed unceremoniously on the bed beside him. He marveled as Ali moved around the room. She was his rock. She had never questioned his gifts; instead Ali moved forward, her strength of support never wavering. Even now she held the cordless phone precariously in the crook of her neck arranging for his flight out as she simultaneously continued to pack. He couldn’t help but smile feeling humble and grateful to whatever divinity that brought his sweet Alison into his life in the first place.
Switching gears Billy closed his eyes trying to center himself and concentrate on Dom. Minutes later he sighed in defeat; he was too far; his own emotions were in turmoil and too jumbled. The only thing he knew for certain; Dom was alive—for the moment.
Viggo stared blankly at his cell; aggravated his connection with Orli dropped, it was the third time since they boarded. Due to bad weather and turbulence the signal kept fading out and cutting him off; something he wished he could do too. From the moment they boarded Viggo’s empathic ability had been sent into overdrive. Heightening his own worry for Hannah, Orli and Elijah; mixed with nearly every passenger around him especially once they were in flight and the plane was buck riding the pockets of turbulence.
However it was the feelings of the man next to him that was causing him the most discomfort. The extent of Sean’s fear and anxiety exceeded everyone else’s. Sean’s phobia of flying was only eclipsed by his worry for their friends, especially for Dom. Strangely it was because Sean’s heightened emotions that Viggo felt grounded. Simply Sean needed him.
Automatically his hand squeezed Sean’s hand tighter. Their fingers were intertwined, as Viggo silently reassured Sean that he was there and everything was going to be all right. Sean’s only response was his strong clasp.
Viggo had promised Billy that he’d be strong; he just never realized how difficult it would be. Now he wanted to choke on the sentiment—he was anything but strong. A side-ways glance to Sean, and Viggo knew he was staring at true strength. Sean’s skin was ashen with a twinge of green. With each shallow he fought against fear with every shred of his being. Sitting here in flight not drinking himself into oblivion was a true testament to Sean’s inner strength and character. The man was Boromor, and for the umpteenth time Viggo was grateful for Sean’s presence.
Sean was a respected friend, who trusted and stood beside him, and today only further endeared him to Viggo.
Colin moaned as he tried to shift his body out from under a heavy weight that laid anchored over him. The hasty movements lasted briefly until every muscle and nerve fired off alarms of protest throughout his entire body. Sighing he settled back down. Eyes still closed he sniffed the air to discern who was holding him down. The heady scent of sex filled him from every direction—semen that wasn’t his. What the fuck? His mind screamed, as he tried to dissect the missing pieces.
Slowly another scent stuck his senses triggering a few memories—Dom his cub; he was alive. Dom’s body lay sprawled over him; his face slack and tucked into the side of Colin’s neck. Elated Colin stretched to move, even weighted down he angled his body in order to stretch his neck to fully see Dom. Blindly Colin inched closer as he sniffed, nuzzling until he could lick the side of Dom’s neck to his ear. With each taste of his cub more memories of the night before resurfaced. Colin inhaled a shaky breath as he realized just how close he came to losing his cub. It was then he picked up an older familiar scent, one of comfort and love, his Alpha Jeremy. Relief flooded his system as he struggled to open his eyes, his Alpha was here, had somehow saved him, and his cub.
Colin felt a shift then fingers stroking, palming his face. Colin leaned into his Sire’s palm rejoicing in the attention as Jeremy petted him in comfort. “Shhhh, everything will be fine now—your cub’s safe.” Although Jeremy’s voice was low, Colin heard the concern and rasping to Jeremy’s tone that alarmed rather than comforted Colin.
Forcing his eyes open, Colin followed his Originator’s out stretched hand up to his body that was partially hidden from his view to Jeremy’s face as his Alpha leaned over Dom’s back looking down at him.
Colin’s first thought was that the angle was wrong. Basically Colin was looking up from underneath the two men. The view stirred a memory from the past when he had played pig pile and lost as a child. It was strangely ironic, and he couldn’t help the frown that appeared as he thought back—even then he always ended up on the bottom.
He saw his Alpha flinch, heard the nervousness in his voice as he asked, “Baby, you okay?”
The Irish blinked several times then grinned sheepishly at his childish thoughts, his eyes glanced down at his position then back to Jeremy. “Not really a bottom, but I seem to have a knack for getting myself in the right position.”
Immediately Colin felt relief, as Jeremy smiled brightly and chuckled, and followed with a flippant comment. “Have to tell you it’s a good look for you…”
Colin laughed; feeling more reassured as he listened and enjoyed hearing Jeremy’s laughter. He could see the twinkle in his Alpha’s blue eyes; it made him feel good, safe and secure all the way down to his toes. Colin’s fingers lazily traced over his sleeping cub’s face before threading his fingers through Dom’s hair. He never felt as safe and secure as when he was with Jeremy. Instinctively Colin knew this had to be how his own son James must have felt cradled in his or his mother’s arms.
Not only was Jeremy his Alpha, but his originator and Sire, and had once again saved his life. Although this time it wasn’t just his life, but Dom’s life, his new cub. He felt a slight twinge of guilt because he had been using Dom. Colin had charmed, flirted and created a friendship with hopes to gain an additional in with a certain elf; an elf that had haunted his dreams.
At that damn party when they first met, Colin had gotten the distinct impression Bloom was under the mistaken belief he was interested in Kate. Damn Brit was daft. He had hoped seeing him again at Dom’s party; he’d have the opportunity to make a few new impressions.
Thinking about the party reminded Colin what had happened, how he had gotten here. As the images flooded his mind, his breath hitched as he recalled Dom’s battered body, the blood….
Jeremy watched as Colin continued to pet and sooth Dom’s face, holding his body closer if at all possible. Damn, he loved the Irish, or at least this particular Irish. Colin was stubborn, tough, tenacious, charismatic, ridiculously loyal, funny, and devoted to those he loved. Not to mention brash, impulsive, and a walking sex lycan-god. There was never a moment when Jeremy regretted his decision to save Colin by turning him. He only hoped Colin would feel the same about Dom.
Dom, the famed hobbit Merry, was now his or rather almost his. Marking the hobbit as his mate over the other alpha’s lycan mark was taking a lot out of him as he had to repeatedly ejaculate; literally to cover and mark Dom’s body inside and out with his come.
The thought made Jeremy’s head swim. He was grateful Colin was too engrossed in his new cub’s safety and so far he had ignored their intimate positions. Something neither Jeremy nor his throbbing cock, buried deep within the tightness of his new mate’s ass had forgotten for a microsecond as he waited and held off knotting his mate again.
Soon he’d have to move, wouldn’t be able to wait out Colin’s slow and lethargic though elated parental reaction to his new cub—he needed to continue marking Dom as his mate. Fortunately the poison had started to recede once his beast knotted and started to claim Dom as his mate. The magic within the poison seemed to know and differentiate the difference between trying to harm or kill the hobbit, to saving his life. Jeremy assumed, either: Colin’s beast just wasn’t old enough or it was too soon after the initial attack for the magic to differentiate Colin’s intent, and kept its original purpose— to destroy anyone that had harmed the young man.
The need to mate was growing stronger; his cock pulsated in a desperate need to move, to continue marking and to knot with his mate. Closing his eyes, his body ridged Jeremy forcibly held himself back to allow his cub this time.
While he waited he wondered about the alpha lycan and the raw power that seeped through the mark on Dom. The lycan’s magical power was staggering. Begrudgingly he respected the older lycan and his power, but knew when they met—and he had no doubt they would very soon—that, that type of mark displayed on Dominic would magically call out to its creator, compel, and draw the alpha here to Hawaii—back to Dom, to him.
Anger, jealousy, fear and pain filled Jeremy’s heart at the thought; he knew without a doubt he’d attack first. Defend his mate and cub first before stopping to ask questions. There was no doubt the lycan was older, more powerful but he was also insufferably arrogant. To mark Dom, and magically at that, but not to have the decency to protect and properly mark him as pack—to be mark as only human was an insult; a waste and had only endangered Dom further.
Still groggy, he heard Colin’s worried whimper drawing Jeremy’s attention back to his cub…
Colin’s voice cracked, whispering, “He doesn’t wake..why?” lifting up as he gently stroked and licked Dom’s face. “Shouldn’t we take him to ho…”
“No!” Jeremy interrupted.
A pitiful, why escaped Colin’s throat.
Jeremy sighed; he wanted to explain to reassure his cub that Dom would be fine he just needed to finish claiming the hobbit as his mate. “Shh, cub, it’ll be alright. I’m going to make it all right. You have to trust me, Colin?”
“Do! Trust no one more.”
“Good, good. Look at me.” He watched as Colin’s senses kicked in. His nostrils flared, then blinked in confusion, his gaze took in their positions, and Jeremy could see when it finally dawned on his cub what he was seeing.
“I have to finish Colin; I have to mate with your cub. Trust me, and close your eyes.” Jeremy watched as Colin’s eyes widened realizing the truth as he looked into Jeremy’s eyes then slowly with reluctance he closed them as he repeated in a hushed whisper, “I do trust you Sire, my alpha I do.”
Though Jeremy filled with pride at Colin’s acceptance, he couldn’t wait and his body moved; hips pushed forward following the pace his cock demanded feeling his knot start to expand before driving back in, pistoning as he continued fucking, pushing his knot in pass his mate’s rim pushing forward until he bottomed out then pulled out building his excitement to fully knot inside his mate.
Inhaling, Jeremy recognized the scent of Colin’s arousal, knew his cub was hard and rubbing against his mate. He was surprised by his beast, which rather than feeling possessive anger toward his cub encroaching on his mate found it exciting. With one hand he held Dom, his other hand searched out Colin, and caressed him from hip to flank silently letting his cub know it was all right. Colin only whimpered his body moving as he continued to rub frantically to create more friction.
The moment Jeremy felt his knot push in and held there locked in place by Dom’s sphincter muscles tightening, he lost any further thoughts about Colin. He was too close, ready to explode; his sacs tightened as his cock pulsated deep inside his mate’s ass. An explosive rush ran through his body, his beast’s pleasure roared resoundingly within his mind as he spurted and ejaculated filling his mate with come.
Sean took the keys out of Viggo’s hand. “Don’t think so.” He could feel Viggo’s stare. Sean just shook his head as he opened the driver’s door. He faced Viggo over the roof of the car. “You look like shit! And you can’t tell me whatever your … whatever it is hasn’t gotten worse, I have eyes! So it only makes sense that I drive.”
Sean glared and waited for Viggo to argue. Instead Viggo’s shoulders slumped in defeat as he opened the door on the passenger side.
Satisfied Sean nodded and got in.
Once he was seated Viggo turned toward him and asked. “Do you know where we’re going?”
Pulling the door shut behind him, Sean nodded. “Have the address and general direction.” Then he pulled out a map a clerk had handed him while Viggo was finishing up the paperwork for the rental. “Here’s a map. Clerk directed to H1 from there you can navigate.” As he started the car Sean looked back about to reverse when he caught Viggo’s expression - his worry was palpable. Without thinking Sean reached out and squeezed Viggo’s thigh, adding. “We’re going to be there soon within an hour tops.” Appreciating the gesture Viggo’s hand topped his hand and rubbed silently offering his thanks before he let go. It was only a moment but Sean stared longer than necessary as he felt a clear spark. His mind abruptly flashed to the enticing vision of Viggo earlier that day when he had washed the mud off.
Shaking his head, he checked the rearview mirror again, and backed out driving toward the exit of the parking lot before slowing and signaling to merge onto the street. Disturbed and still feeling the tingling effect of Viggo’s hand over his. Sean couldn’t help himself as he chanced a glance across to Viggo. He saw Viggo slouched over pre-occupied in finding their location on the map. His stomach flipped at the sight. Gripping the steering wheel, he forced his eyes back to the road ahead of him. Though Sean stayed focused he wasn’t able to shake the knowledge that his stomach was in knots and it had nothing to do with any impending fear for friends. Suddenly he felt guilty for having such wayward thoughts about his friend especially at such an inappropriate time considering everything that’s happened. With purpose he shoved the thoughts into the far recesses of his mind.
Billy sat casually, his eyes closed feigning sleep to those around him.
In reality Billy repeatedly cast his power outward hoping to catch their connection, a bond he had formed with each of the fellowship. At some point he started to receive the dissected fragments of Hannah’s visions. One vision after another hit, each more terrifying as the scenes played over until he could piece them together and could see the attack from beginning to end. Of how the werewolf had cornered Dom, had teased and played with him up to the point Dom lost consciousness.
Once Dom lost consciousness, Billy could only pick up on empathic senses, but more important he knew Dom was still alive even if he was just hanging on by the slimmest of threads.
What was worse Billy knew it was his fault. He had always known other beings existed including werewolves but until he arrived in New Zealand, Billy had never met one—not until he met fellow actor and alpha wolf Karl Urban.
Karl had warned him it was dangerous to mark Dom and everyone else in the fellowship as only human. That it was safer to mark them as his pack. However Billy refused to listen, and insisted that Karl only mark them as his humans for protection against the local packs in New Zealand.
Now because of his ignorance and blatant arrogance there was a strong possibly Dom would die. His only hope, the best scenario—was that Karl would reach Dom in time to turn him.
Billy didn’t bother to call Karl, knew the alpha had already started to make the journey toward Dom from the first moment Dom was in danger and had been attacked, Karl knew. In hindsight, Billy was grateful he had added magic to the mark that if Dom or any of them were in danger that it’d activate the mark announcing that danger to Karl—their alpha. The magic was strong enough that in severe cases the mark would turn poisonous toward any attacker if the host’s life was in danger.
From what he saw in the visions, the attack was vicious. Billy had no doubt the mark turned deadly, grateful that at least Dom’s attacker would die. For the moment Dom was still alive. What he didn’t dare tell Ali his partner or Viggo was how faint his connection was to Dom. The mark signified exactly how weak Dom’s life signs were. Nor could Billy predict how long his best friend would be able to hold out and continue fighting for his life. He could only pray Karl would arrive in time.
Just as Sean turned into the long stretch driveway, he saw a woman burst through the door, and wondered if it was Hannah. If it was, she looked different from the last time he saw her. Though he couldn’t see any of the small details the woman before him was blond. Her hair was longer well past shoulder length and being whipped across her face by the wind. Then he started to reconsider. The Hannah he knew always wore excessive accessories, and was a self-described: bohemian, hippie chic with jewelry, hair adornments, or flowers tucked behind an ear. Instead the woman before them was dressed in a simple camisole with a darker blue Hawaiian skirt. She ran toward them then stopped and stood there, waiting as the wind pulled the skirt tight against her legs.
Driving up Sean’s heart raced as they got closer and he could see it really was Hannah.
Even as he pulled up Sean could see her body was trembling; her face contorted in distress, tears running freely that smeared what was left of her make-up down her face. Viggo didn’t bother to wait for him to stop as he opened his door and jumped out. Within seconds Viggo had Hannah wrapped in his arms with her face buried against his chest.
Parking Sean got out, his eyes on Viggo and Hannah. It was then he heard something and turned to see it was Orli and Elijah—they fared no better than Hannah both looking like shit. Orli stood at Elijah’s back as they looked on with some resemblance of relief that Viggo was consoling Hannah. Elijah stood looking lost with silent tears streaming down his face. The look on his face eerily reminded Sean of Frodo in the last movie 'Return of the King.’ Sean knew the boy liked Dom they all did, were all close, but seeing Elijah now, his heart ached there was no doubt in Sean’s mind the boy was in love with Dom. Glancing over to Orlando, Sean saw that their elf wasn’t fairing much better. As he approached the pair Sean didn’t bother with words, he just reached out and engulfed them both in a fierce embrace.
He felt tremors course through Orli’s body and he pulled him in even closer as he tried to offer a bit of comfort, his hand moving in soothing circles. He wanted to offer words, to say something, but what could he say. He was just as lost and scared as they were. They stayed like that for a long time waiting for Viggo and Hannah.
It was Elijah who pulled away expectantly seconds before Viggo and Hannah reluctantly broke apart. He caught Viggo’s gaze when he looked up, his eyes rimmed red and teary.
He hated to think about it, but they each looked up waiting for some kind of direction from Viggo. However it was Hannah who moved, apparently stronger from Viggo’s presence. She walked over to Elijah and grabbed his hand then reached out taking hold of Orli’s other hand. “He’s alive, Dom’s alive. You both need to hang on to that, but we need to go to him- they’ll need us, need our help.”
Sean looked over Hannah’s head to Viggo, as he processed Hannah declaration about Dom being alive. He needed Viggo’s confirmation. Exhaling his relief as Viggo nodded.
Then Sean blinked in confusion, as he realized what Hannah said afterward that—they’ll need us, need help. Who the fuck were they?
Karl barely held his anxiety in check, only after years of practice was he able to force his beast back as he recalled the moment Dom was attacked; Karl knew and didn’t question the panic of danger he felt. Luckily he had been on location in New York when he felt the initial pangs through his mark. Luckier still he had a friend who owned a travel agency and got him on a non-stop flight to LA then another flight on a different airline to Honolulu. He only had to be at the gate on time in order to make the flight.
It had been a race from one terminal to another; internally his beast enjoyed the rush of adrenaline, and he had made the flight just in time.
Now that he was in flight somewhere over the pacific, he was once again forced to keep a tight rein over his beast. His fear heightened as he tried to ignore the time. Though it didn’t work as he was acutely aware of when Dom was attacked and that it was coming up on sixteen hours. Forcibly he told himself and his beast to hang on to the fact Dom was alive that they’d get there in time. Although he wasn’t sure he’d arrive in time to make a difference. The moment he felt Dom’s attack he instinctively knew the wounds were fatal that it was only a matter of time. If he arrived in time, Karl knew he’d have to turn Dom and make him his cub. His beast demanded nothing less.
Helpless he couldn’t stop thinking about how Dom might react to being turned. Would he be happy and accept it like Karl did, or would Dom come to hate him in time as he realized he’d have to isolate himself from his human family because he didn’t age as humans did. Karl couldn’t deny the pain he’d felt as he’d watched his human family age until he’d forcibly had to keep his distance when they grew older and died. Then he’d watch as his sister’s only child and her children died unexpectedly from a fire. They were the last of his human line. At the time he had his Originator and Sire, Phillip to help him through the transition. At least for the first thirty years of his life as a cub until his Sire once again saved his life and for his trouble was caught in a trap and put down—killed by hunters.
Afterwards Karl isolated himself from all of the packs, mourning Phillip and his human family.
Since then Karl had been alone for nearly a century. The bond he had with Phillip was intimate, stronger than his human counterparts bond of love. Only a mate’s bond was stronger. Regrettably they hadn’t mated, but had talked about it and had planned to. Phillip promised once he was a little older. However it never happen instead he had to bury his beloved Sire.
Losing Phillip, so young, the intensity of the pain and grief; Karl kept his distance from everyone and became a recluse. It was only in the last few decades that things had changed and he had a desire to interact with humans. He surprised himself when he went from one extreme to another by becoming an actor. As he traveled and built up a career, Karl quickly discovered various lycan strays. Lone werewolves like himself working within the film and television industry. And like him, they each kept their distance. However there was a respect, an acknowledgement between them because they shared a similar existence and lived outside of a pack. They were solitary werewolves.
He never had a problem with any of them until things changed when he started working on Xena. The local lycan pack came around, sniffing their interest in him. At first they tried to challenge him to test his strength and status as an alpha, then they even tried to entice him with the pick of several betas even offered an omega in order to get him to join the ranks of their pack. It had been his refusal that their alpha took as a serious insult. Their attempts changed from recruitment to all out bullying. The encounters continuously left someone from their pack injured; each skirmish only proved that even collectively they were weak as a pack.
It was quite clear that Karl was stronger more powerful than their alpha. When he easily bested the alpha but left him alive and refused to become their new alpha, things changed drastically. Instead of targeting him they turned their attention to those around him, targeting his human friends and co-workers. In a defensive move Karl started to randomly mark fellow actors. To mark them as his, a warning to the pack if they touched someone marked under his protection it’d demand his immediate retribution. Marking them helped, but didn’t stop different pack members from watching and waiting for an opportunity for him to slip up.
He didn’t and easily stayed ahead of them.
It worked until he arrived on the set of Two Towers. There he met Billy.
The camaraderie and kinship between the fellowship actors appeared effortlessly creating a distinctive energy that was tangible and spilled over welcomingly to newer cast members. For Karl it was an easy adjustment because he already knew, or had worked with more than half of the crew from other projects—several of whom he had marked.
While friendly, he and Billy were initially wary of each other. Each was in a similar position of never encountering the like of the other—of Karl as a werewolf and Billy a true mage. Although Billy was gracious he was cautious that quickly turned to defensive when he discovered Karl had marked several of the crew. He had tried to explain, but Billy wasn’t listening. He was too appalled and basically gave Karl a dressing down and forbade him from marking any of the other cast members or crew, and had backed up the threat with magic—something Karl couldn’t fight against.
It wasn’t until Billy was out with Dom and they were attacked by a group of stray werewolves that Billy started to grasp the true dangers of not being marked, of what the significance of marking meant to another lycan. It was after that incident that Billy conceded and allowed him to mark the crew and fellow cast members as a means of protection. Using magic, Billy had insisted he use a simple minimalist mark: a mark that to other lycans meant no more than they were his human pets. To lycans the mark was almost meaningless and definitely meant less than human pack as he had previously marked other crew members.
He had no choice but to concede to Billy’s conditions. Later he was mollified when Billy added magic to the marks.
Dom was the first to be marked. Each mark on the fellowship was followed by a spell that strengthened it; Billy’s reasoning was they wouldn’t then need any other marks. Intuitively Karl knew it wouldn’t be enough against the danger of another lycan sniffing the mark. Mistakenly thinking they weren’t important enough to be marked as pack, they’d see it as a challenge.
He should have pushed further, made Billy see, to understand, but he didn’t. Leaving the mark as human only, that was on him—his responsibility, and if Dom dies, he has no one else to blame…
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