Posted: June 2004
Title: Preternatural Alliances
Author: Dane
Type: RPS
Characters: VM/OB/SB with a dash of OB/DW and OB/KU on the side.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: All those mentioned are real people but the situations are not. Don't bother suing me. I don't have money.
Warnings: AU. m/m sexual acts
Summary: Orlando is a master vampire. Viggo is a gifted bounty hunter. Sean is the King of Werewolves. It takes more than one person to form a conspiracy.
Author's Note: This AU is a mix of all of the vampire and supernatural novels that I have been reading lately. Thank you to Laebeth and Gwen for being such lovely darlings for helping me out in nitpicking my story. The idea of the harem is meant to be taken literally in this story. In addition, feedback would be most appreciated.

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The young man known as the Prophet Elijah sat inside his second floor office that looked over his club, the Blood Moon. It was the regular Thursday night crowd, mostly humans and the occasional group of vampires or werewolves. However, tonight would be an exception as what his gift of premonition had shown him earlier.

His large blue eyes scanned the crowd and found his quarries. A pair of vampires sat in the farthest booth from the exit with their blood thralls, a tall blonde werewolf in his human form was drinking a bottle of Guinness by the bar, and a gifted human near the DJ booth skulked with his retainer in tow. Elijah sighed and called his bouncers ( Astin, Boyd, and Monaghan) to watch out for these three in case of trouble. He then looked back at the three hotspots in the club and recalled what he knew for them. He wasn't an information broker for nothing.

Of the first group, Elijah recognized Orlando and Jude, both Master Vampires and Enforcers for the vampire coven of the city. They wore silk shirts and tan leather jackets, a given since most vampires were aesthetic freaks as well as sensualists. Another indicator was the leather-clad blood thralls seated on the floor by their respective masters. Despite popular urban myths, vampires didn't go around killing everyone by sucking all their blood. Often, they would be satisfied with a few sips of blood to get through the night from a few choice pets. Also, even if they were aloof and pretentious, they were extremely loyal to their own coven and jealously protected their own property, human or otherwise. Everyone in the club was drawn to these creatures because they were undeniably beautiful. The club owner chuckled because he knew that despite the crowd's attraction, there was also the vampire's natural ability to mesmerize people, to charm them if one wanted to be polite.

Upon closer inspection, Elijah realized that he recognized the thralls as well. The one holding on the Orlando's leg affectionately was Colin Farrell, an alcoholic lawyer and former womanizer who suddenly left the social scene. The one with his head on Jude's lap was Ewan McGregor, an actor of some good repute and of a promiscuous nature. So, this was what happened to them. Colin and Ewan became the latest boytoys to the Enforcers of the city. Elijah grimaced, thinking that these two will soon become very powerful, a sweet exchange for being the ultimate pleasure slave. Still, that didn't answer the question as to why they were all here.

The man by the bar was a werewolf because of two things that Elijah noticed: the unnatural gleaming of the man's eyes, much like a vampire but much more predatory, and the symbol on the guy's bomber jacket, a fang with sword cutting across it. The information broker knew him from circles as Sir Sean, formerly of Sheffield, England and now King of the Werewolves of New York.

Elijah mentally prepared a list of things to do if events got ugly tonight. Werewolves were usually pack creatures, but a solo werewolf was a volatile storm waiting to happen without werewolves to hold themselves back. Unlike the legends of old, modern werewolves had a mind of their own, but they still had their tempers primed by instinct. In more ways than one, that made them more dangerous since they could rely on weapons besides their own claws and fangs. An added hazard to this scenario was that Sir Sean was king, hence the most powerful of the pack. Elijah wondered why he was in his club without any one of his bodyguards. Something wasn't right.

Elijah then turned his attention to the man beside the DJ booth with his sidekick who was twitching nervously. He could tell that the tall, powerful man was Gifted, like him. It was all in his eyes. The striking intensity of the steel-blueness was the first sign of psychic abilities, though which one, Elijah couldn't tell. The sidekick looked ordinary and harmless. Neither person fitted with the crowd in their t-shirt and jeans attire.

Going to his computer, Elijah ran a search on the two humans and came up with the name Viggo Mortensen. Prophet Elijah heard of the man as the Grim Reaper of the Underworld. The file said that he was a telekinetic, a very powerful one that could manipulate the molecular structure of elements and lift 20 storey buildings. It was also rumored that the man's power was increased because of a pact with a demon. There was nothing on the sniveling stoolie. ‘ Curiouser and Curiouser', like what Alice used to say.

Great, thought Elijah next. He had two master vampires, a werewolf king, a wildcard, and an alpha level bounty hunter who could kill with his mind in his club. This could get really, really ugly, if he didn't find out what was going on.

His first idea after seeing the players was to ask point blank either the bounty hunter or the werewolf. Seeing that the human looked sane enough, he called on Boyd, one of the bouncers, to bring Viggo and his associate to his office. He watched as his Scottish employee went to the bounty hunter and asked him to follow him upstairs. Viggo thought about it for a moment and went with Boyd, his tag along following closely behind.

Without the distraction of strobe lights and shadows, Elijah saw the tall, lean, and strong body of the bounty hunter and felt suddenly very attracted to the man. Using whatever discipline he had as a psychic, Elijah set up mental barriers and found his emotions cleared up. Empathy, thought Elijah. It just got a whole lot more interesting.

The tag along was the obvious source of this and Elijah sent an angry emotion his way to frighten the guy. Predictably, he cringed and withdrew his power.

"Please, sit and no more powers while you are in my presence. I may not have your psychic caliber, Mr. Mortensen, but I am very capable of making sure that you get out of here dead or crippled, physically and mentally. That goes for your nervous friend, as well," Elijah said to the pair.

Viggo stared at the club owner for a moment before sitting down and his friend followed his example. "Aren't you a bit young to be the owner of a dance club?" asked the bounty hunter.

Elijah smiled. "I made my first million at the age of twelve, thanks to my clairvoyance. Now, I am a billionaire at age 21. Why waste a perfectly good Gift? Besides, it helps with my side business as an information broker. But enough about me, what are you doing here in my club?"

It was now Viggo's turn to smile. "Dave and I are not here to cause a commotion, if that is what you are worried about. We are here to meet with a fellow concerned party about a vampire. I assume you saw the werewolf out there." Elijah nodded and turned to the window that looked over the club. His eyes narrowed when he noticed that Sir Sean was gone from the bar. He then had a small flash of foresight and quickly went out to the hallway.

"Excuse me one moment," he said to the two guests and ran top the end of the narrow hallway. There in the end were Boyd and Monaghan facing off against the lycanthrope king. "Stand down, you two, and show him in." The short bouncers reluctantly gave way to the taller werewolf, but not before giving him a hard stare and insults that only the shapeshifter could hear. Shifting to his wolf form quickly, Sir Sean snapped at them and then reverted back to human form before entering the posh office, following Elijah inside. Viggo then used his own telekinesis to gently close the door. The werewolf king then sat down on the leather sofa. Never, in all of his years of dealing with shapeshifters, had Elijah seen such a smooth and fluid transition of forms.

"Now gentlemen, the presence of Sir Sean here only prove that something big is going to happen and I want to know what it is," said Elijah as he sat back down on his leather chair. "And please drop the illusion, Dave. From the moment you showed your empathy, I knew who you were."

The room stilled for a moment and Dave's homely appearance changed to that of a handsome young man with shimmering red hair and blue eyes. At first, Elijah thought of the man as an ordinary man with empathic powers, but now he was sure that he was a mage of considerable abilities if he was able to fool him easily, despite his attention to details. He recognized the mage before him as the newest and the youngest ever leader of the Guild of Magicians in New York. Then in a moment of clarity, Elijah realized that they were testing him. The way he handled the deception proved that he passed in the eyes of this powerful company.

"Interesting. I have two vampires and their blood thralls out on the main floor, and a ‘gifted' bounty hunter, a mage, and a lycanthrope in my office. Like I said before, something is going to happen tonight if all these major players are voluntarily gathering together in my club."

No one spoke for a long moment, until Dave the Mage spoke up. "What do you know of Harry Sinclair and of Orlando and Jude?"

Elijah shivered in slight fear.

Harry Sinclair, or Deadly Sin to the Underworld, was New York's Master of the City and the most powerful vampire leader in North America. He was also a Mob Boss who owned many of the businesses all over the United States. Like what his alias implied, Harry embodied many of the seven deadly sins, especially pride and greed. He was never satisfied with what he had and was always surrounding himself with beautiful things. Orlando and Jude were chosen because of their exceptional beauty and Harry jealously regarded them as his possessions.

Orlando and Jude were the next two in power, but they could do nothing to change that because Harry was their Sire. Nonetheless, they were ruthless as what master vampires should be.

"I know that Deadly Sin has a list of enemies as long as the Great Wall of China," said the Prophet, "and that killing him off would be a favor to a lot of people. Many people also would rather have Orlando as the Master of the City. Jude would be a close second. The problem is that Orlando and Jude cannot do anything to the guy because he is their Sire and that no one else is powerful enough to challenge Harry." To mention anything else would be redundant.

Using his eyes to communicate with Viggo and Sean, Dave nodded and faced the Gifted club owner. "What would you say if we told you that we know a way to get rid of Harry?"

Elijah's eyebrow quirked with interest. "I would say that I would want a piece of this if it were a fool proof plan. Besides the three of you, are there any other players involved in this conspiracy?"

Sean grinned, almost bearing his canines. "Karl Urban is part of this, as well as Lady Olivia." He crossed his legs, making his jeans seem sinfully tight around his thighs. The young seer had to shake his head to reality from the unconscious release of power that Werewolf King had done. For a brief second, he truly felt what animal magnetism was.

Once again, The Prophet Elijah was surprised and impressed. Not only were the werewolves, gifted humans, and mages involved, but the necromancers and a rival coven mistress were part of this conspiracy. Also, Karl was another of Orlando's lovers and the most powerful necromancer in the country. They must be really pissed off with Harry for all of them to band together against the most powerful vampire in North America.

"It comes down to this basically, Elijah. We all want Orlando as the new Master of the City, but we don't want to tell him of our plot because Harry would most undoubtedly squeeze it out of him simply because of their Sire/Fledgling bond. The same goes for Jude." Viggo paused and looked at Sean. The werewolf king nodded and gripped his hand. "For Sean and me, we have more personal reasons for this."

Suddenly, Elijah remembered something from his years of revelations and visions. "Wait a minute. Aren't you two mortal foes, or something? It hasn't been mentioned in the grapevine lately, but I know that you fight whenever you two are in the same room together."

Sean's grin now did not mask his fanged teeth. "We fought because of Orlando."

"How so?" asked Elijah, curious and anxious at the same time.

The werewolf turned to his one-time nemesis. "Viggo is Orlando's soulmate."

Another surprise. Elijah eyed the bounty hunter. He heard of the rumor that the bounty hunter went to Madagascar and met with the island's greatest voodoo priestess and that he received a boon in helping her get rid of a problem. "If vampire lore is correct, that would make you eligible to become Orlando's consort, giving you eternal life, as well as other talents, after the required ritual. But what is your part in all this, Sean, if I may call you that?"

Sean nodded. "Surely, your vast network of information would tell you what Orlando's animal of choice was?"

Frowning a bit, Elijah recalled all of the special abilities that Orlando was known to have, at least by what had been seen by witnesses. Flight. Voice Charm. And the ability to control wolves. So that was it. Sean was attracted to Orlando because of his connection to him as a wolf.

Looking at Viggo and Sean and then out the window to Orlando, Elijah felt the need to gape. As he looked on to the pair of enforcers, he was taken aback by the actions of the two blood thralls at their feet. Colin was now nuzzling his face on Orlando's crotch and waving his butt exposed behind the crowd. A dildo with leather thongs attached to it was up his ass and was making the crowd gasp with revulsion and fascination. Ewan, on the other hand, was seated while fucking himself with his own dildo. Jude was fondly caressing his thrall's face. The look of utter ecstasy on both thralls was enough to cause the rest of the club to get into orgasm.

Shaking his head, this time with consternation and sexual tension, Elijah sighed and called Monaghan to politely tell the two vampire masters to stop their thralls from doing sexual acts in front of the other patrons. As much as he wanted them to continue, he didn't want to be shut down by the police for any reason tonight when things were getting interesting.

"You do know that Orlando is notorious for his harem of men? I'm sure that you know that his latest one down there is a hotshot lawyer who was once a womanizer and an alcoholic. He will not give up his pets that easily even for the virile likes of the three of you."

"We know," said Viggo and then he gave a grin very much like Sean's, "we introduced them." Seeing that this night proved to be too much of his nerves, Elijah went to his liquor cabinet and poured himself a shot of bourbon. He offered all of them a drink but they all declined, so he poured himself another and gulped it swiftly down.

"Harry knows that we both love Orlando and that he's played us for years, making us think that Orlando was a prize to be taken. David here was another of Orlando's lovers. Truthfully, we all know his nature will not render him faithful to any of us alone, so we have to accept the fact that he has too much love to give. As long as he realizes that he has to share them and give most of his time to keep us happy then we are okay with it."

Elijah could have sworn that he hadn't taken any drugs tonight. Bad enough that a Gifted bounty hunter, a Werewolf King, a mage, and a necromancer wanting to share a vampire, but all of them giving another lover to their enamored chosen one into the mix was down along side fucked-up avenue.

"I've had too much strangeness for one night so let's get to the point. What do I have to do and what's in it for me?" asked Elijah.

It was Dave's turn to smile. "We want your cooperation in our plan to assassinate Deadly Sin. Once he is gone, Orlando will be next in line and he will form an alliance with all of the major supernatural groups in the city. If you want, in exchange for your help, we can endorse you to Orlando to get a seat in the council that will be formed, representing the Seers of New York."

"None of us want to rule, but we need a governing body to maintain order opposed to the anarchy that Harry is propagating," offered Viggo. "The rest of the world already has a civilized union of the supernatural. We want peace and it will start with us and our love for Orlando. We do this all for him."

Cradling his head, Elijah nodded. "Give me a day and I will give you my answer. This will need time to consider." Even for the strangeness of the supernatural, this was too weird.

"I think we are in agreement to that, "said Dave. "We will expect your answer by tomorrow midnight. Since we have nothing else to discuss, then I have to go. I have an appointment to keep with Orlando." The mage smiled and disappeared with a flash of light.

Elijah blinked and turned to the window. Dave was now between the two vampires, being kissed and touched on both sides. The thralls were now giving blowjobs to their respective masters and feeling up Dave.

Viggo and Sean stood up and went to the door, which opened because of Viggo's mind. "We will keep in touch should you accept our offer." The door closed after they left, leaving the club owner to ponder on his decision.

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The Prophet Elijah accepted their offer and gave them whatever premonitions that came his way about Deadly Sin, Orlando, and Jude.

It was about a month later when the attempt on Deadly Sin happened. There was some irony in the fact that it occurred in his new museum that housed his works of art. Wanting a piece of the action, Elijah was in the computer room of the museum, disabling all of the cameras, security alarms, and lights, except for the ones in the main hall where Harry Sinclair was. Viggo, Olivia, and Sean made sure that none of the bodyguards or anyone loyal to Harry survived, slaying them all without mercy and without quarter. It was Dave's job to restrain Harry while the rest dispatched everyone else. However, one part of the plan that the Prophet Elijah did not expect was the slow torture of Harry by Sean and Olivia before Viggo severed his head and took out his heart. As an added precaution, Karl used his necromancy to ensure that Harry would be trapped in the deepest pit in Hell.

The next day, Orlando was proclaimed the new Master of the City by hierarchy and power. Not bad for a vampire barely two hundred years old, young even by standards of the bloodsuckers.

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As Elijah waited for Orlando to come out of his bedroom, his mind gave him a vision of Orlando fucking Sean while Viggo took him from behind. The sudden image made him hard and he looked to his two bodyguards and club bouncers, Boyd and Monaghan. They may not look like much but having black belts in a long list of martial arts and having fought in all of the wars in the past ten years gave them both the stamina and endurance of a tantric practitioner in bed.

It was another thirty minutes before Orlando came out to the penthouse balcony where a bright half-moon shone above. He was wearing only a robe, revealing luscious olive skin, unusual for his kind. "I'm sorry for the delay but I was quite distracted," the master vampire admitted.

Elijah smiled. "No problem. It gave me some inspiration on what to do when I get home. I hope you did not wear them out too much. I have a meeting with Viggo in the morning."

The laugh that Orlando gave was warm and inviting. "I knew there was a reason why I liked you. Now, what is this about that it cannot wait until the next monthly meeting."

The seer smiled and adjusted his position to get more comfortable. "You masterminded this whole thing just so you could get Harry's job, didn't you? No use lying to me about it. I saw it in my visions. If there are some things that vampires are known for is that they love Byzantine plots and power struggles."

One of Orlando's blood thralls, this time it was a hot Brazilian named Rodrigo, came out and left a tall glass of blood, attired in the same leather pants without covering the behind. He was smiling blissfully. He then left, showing the same kind of dildo that was shoved up his butt like Colin and Ewan. Orlando later mentioned to Elijah that he had them specially made from a mold of his hard cock to give them a constant reminder on who owns them, body and soul. It was a unique, if a little masochistic, way of ownership.

"I won't deny it," admitted Orlando while looking at Rodrigo's wonderful behind. "It worked perfectly because I really wanted all this. You are not the only one who has a vast network of information and the gift of foresight at his disposal."

"I knew Sean was abused by Harry when he was a child and then was given to a werewolf pack leader to be used as a whore. I rescued him, of course, and made him my first loyal member of my harem. It took years, but I manipulated certain events to make sure that he became the king of the New York pack of lycanthropes. The same goes for Viggo. I nurtured him from the moment the first signs of his telekinesis appeared and made sure that he rose up the ranks of Gifted humans as a bounty hunter. When I realized that he was my soulmate, I confided with him all of my plans and he agreed to help me. Both he and Sean were my support when Jude wasn't around to help. Sean was in it for the revenge while Viggo was in it for the challenge. It was just an added incentive that they were both willing to do this for me since I couldn't do it myself."

Elijah suspected as much. "I also noticed that you choose powerful men to be part of your harem. You don't pick just anyone, do you?"

Orlando smiled, showing his fangs cheekily. "Smart deduction. Dave and Karl are part of my circle, not just because they are good in bed, but they were rising through their ranks without my help. Beside Viggo and Sean, I need all the allies I can muster. Lady Olivia was an added bonus when I got that information from one of her ilk. She is happier with this arrangement than with that of Harry's."

" What of your blood thralls?"

"My thralls are all intelligent men who will become rich while they're young and become vampires when they are forty. Colin is a hotshot lawyer who will soon become the youngest attorney general in the state. Rodrigo over there will soon own the newest and best modeling agency in the city."

Elijah laughed in spite of himself. "Only you would have the best kept brothel in town that serviced only you alone. Back to our original conversation, all you had to do was make sure that Viggo and Sean recruited the right people; me included, to finish off Harry so you could become the new Master of the City. Correct me if I am wrong, please."

Orlando shook his head. "No, you pretty much got it all."

"And Viggo, Sean and the rest don't know a thing about it?"

The master vampire laughed again, this time more infectious and giddy. "Oh, Viggo and Sean know. The rest speculate but I'm leaving them to ask about it or to live with their suspicions. Just know that New York will benefit from my benevolent but firm rule thanks to my foresight in placing the best looking and intelligent men in certain key positions."

"It's like having a kinder, more pleasing to the eye Mafia," quipped Elijah as his mind got around to the absurd idea. The way he saw it, no would be willing to leave or backstab anyone, thanks to the sensual persuasions of Orlando.

"So you don't mind?" asked Orlando before finishing his glass of type O negative.

"No, not really. I am glad that I'm in a position of power in the new council and I do like the fringe benefits that this endeavor has produced. But still, I want to sample what all the others in the council have been raving about, if you know what I mean?"

Orlando raised an eyebrow in open amusement. "What do you say that you spend the night? I will show my considerable assets and skills, if you want." Elijah certainly wanted it, mentally changing his plans for the night. "I'll even send in a pair of fine Mexican lads for your bodyguards to play with. I'm sure they will enjoy the company of Gael and Diego. They both have a talent for fellatio and a thing for men from the British isles."

The information broker smiled and stood up to be led by Orlando to a guest bedroom. "I'm sure to enjoy your hospitality. Can I borrow one of your pets when I leave? I'm in the mood for some variety."

Orlando 's laugh lilted all the way until he closed the door. "Send you on your way with one of my thralls tomorrow. What do you want? French or Italian? Michael has a lovely tongue perfect for rimming, but Raoul has exquisite fingers for massages."

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THE END

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