Vampires, Dark Knights... And Smut
Part 1

Posted: April 2003
Author: Estella Greenleaf
Type: RPS
Characters: Viggo/Orlando
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: All this is untrue. I don't think vampires and dark knights exist. And I don't own anything, even my laptop has deserted me.
Summary: Yet another AU random smut piece in tradition of Dragons, Knights and…smut =P
Warning: Story is written in much more colloquial terms than my other ones. It seems to fit the mood =) I even use words I never thought I will use......
Author's Note: Shamelessly stealing from dialogue Devil May Cry computer game. Combined that with inspiration from Blood Lust, a great vampire V/O story and my vampire obsession, we have yet another brainchild of my twisted imagination. Please give feedback, even if it is to say I am very sick and demented. They are my fuel.

*****

Midnight, Sin City East

"Devil May Cry. Sorry, we close at 9."

"Again, no takers," muttered the dark-haired man as he hung up on yet another crime-boss looking for a hitman. Looked like he would have to go to the pub and challenge some unsuspecting loser to a game of pool or darts. That's not exactly glorifying work, but it was quick money. And since demon hunting was not exactly a lucrative business, he needed some way to pay the bills.

Lifting his feet off the desk, the man strolled leisurely to his hat-stand to retrieve his signature red leather long coat. He was getting a bit old for wearing a red leather outfit in public, but it was a family tradition. Before heading for the door, he could not help but check his reflection one last time to ensure he did not look completely ridiculous.

His stop at the mirror saved his life; for at that precise moment, a motorcycle burst through his door. While that in itself was cause for retribution against the reckless rider, the Demon Hunter decided to postpone his judgment until he heard what his visitor had to say. It was not everyday that an extremely handsome man dressed in black leather came to call. The stranger's eyes were hidden behind a pair of cerulean shades, but his wavy auburn hair, chiseled features and plush lips were enough to make him stand out in a crowd. Added to those was his tall and muscular frame, accentuated by his tight outfit. All in all, his visitor could have made a spectacular entrance even without the motorcycle.

"Hey there, babe," called out the dark-haired man in greeting.

"So, are you the handyman who will take any dirty job?" asked the stranger as he surveyed the variety of demon heads on the wall. He was taking a great risk in coming here, but the situation was pressing. If the Dark Jewel were not recovered before the full moon, a massacre of epic proportions would occur, plunging the Human World into darkness once more.

"Only the special kind, if you know what I mean," replied the Demon Hunter, lifting his sword Anduril from its display case to give it a few swings.

"So it is true. You are the son of the Legendary Dark Knight Dante - Viggo," remarked the visitor, shifting in preparation for testing the Demon Hunter's strength.

The room suddenly permeated with the stranger's powers – he was not human. Holding his sword to the other man's throat, Viggo demanded, "Who are you?"

Instead of answering, the stranger grabbed the point of the sword, sending electricity through the metal to stun Viggo. With a strength that astonished the Demon Hunter, his visitor knocked the sword out of his hand before attacking him with a flurry of kicks and punches that sent him flying onto his desk. The old piece of furniture gave under Viggo's weight and the dark-haired man landed on the floor with a loud crash. "What's the matter, Viggo? Didn't Daddy teach you how to fight without a sword?"

Enraged, the Demon Hunter called upon the powers of Ifrit, the Fire Elemental against his opponent. Viggo's right hand glowed as fireballs erupted from his palm. The visitor rolled to dodge the shots, but the flames continued to bear down upon him. He generated a shield of ice in hopes of neutralizing the attack, but Viggo's magic was stronger. The impact of the fireballs upon the barrier sent the other man tumbling onto the ground. While his opponent was occupied, the Demon Hunter retrieved his handguns from the now-ruined desk and aimed them straight at the stranger's heart. "Give me one reason not to pull the trigger."

Looking up in amazement at the Demon Hunter, the visitor spoke, "My name is Karl. I am one of the four Guardians of the Dark Jewel. I need your help."

Viggo had heard rumors about the Dark Jewel. It was supposed to be the most powerful relic from the time when the Demon World and Human World were merged as one. Legend had it that four immortals of unparallel strength guarded the treasure, making certain that its power could not be harnessed against the Human World. But since no one had ever seen the gem, the man had always thought it was make-believe. "Why should I believe you?"

"The fear of the Dark Jewel is what kept the Lords of Havoc from invading this realm again. The treasure is now missing. We have until the next full moon before they find out," replied Karl as he stood, shaking the dust off his clothes.

"Tell me the whole story," sighed Viggo as he stowed away his pistols. He decided he would believe his visitor's wild story for now. It was a potential job offer, and he was in dire need of money.

"All right," sighed Karl wearily before adding, "But, if you tell anyone else what I am about to say, you are dead."

"Not a word," smiled the Demon Hunter with a nod, holding out his hand to swear an oath of secrecy.

"I am sure you already know the story of your grandfather, the Legendary Dark Knight Sparda. But he is not the only demon born with a soul. There were others who stood by his side and helped him to save Humankind from darkness."

"So you are one of those demons?" asked Viggo as he walked to his pool table and sat. After his battle with Karl, the table was the only flat surface left unscathed other than the floor. He had a feeling this would be a long story and had no intention of standing through the thing.

"Yes, a werewolf to be exact," answered Karl as he approached the Demon Hunter and took a seat beside him, close enough that his leg brushed against Viggo's.

The man was a bit older than Karl imagined. But age was of no consequence in their world, only power; and Viggo had defeated him in battle, which was no small feat. The werewolf always had a thing for strong alpha male types. The Demon Hunter was handsome with his rugged features and well-toned body. The man would probably be a good lover, and it had been a long while since the werewolf last enjoyed a good roll in the hay. One of his ‘friends' was always interrupting somehow.

"I assume the other four Guardians are also demons," shrugged the Demon Hunter, now looking at the werewolf with interest. The truth was he found Karl extremely sexy in his leather outfit. The man never imagined he would take a werewolf to bed one day, but he knew he could not afford to be too choosy. Most people didn't go for a forty-something, broke Demon Hunter these days, even if the said man was handsome. Viggo was getting tired of sleeping alone.

"Yes. A Vampire, a Phantom and a Jaguar. They don't know I am here," whispered the werewolf into the man's ears, leaning close so his soft breath caressed Viggo's neck.

"I reckon they don't want any dealings with a Demon Hunter. I don't blame them. After all, if I see them, I will be tempted to blast them into smithereens," sighed Viggo as he leant across his visitor to grab a bottle of vodka that happened to be lying on the pool table. He must have left it there a few months ago. Didn't matter, alcohol never really turned bad. And even if it did, Viggo, being half demon, was not going to get sick from drinking it. Besides, the point of the movement was more to brush against Karl than to retrieve a drink.

"Don't speak so hastily, Viggo. You weren't so hostile towards me until I released my power," chided Karl with a full, seductive smile.

"True enough. But if you aren't so handsome, I would have shot you when you trashed my office," said Viggo, returning the werewolf's smile as he took a sip of the vodka and offered his visitor the bottle. When Karl took the bottle, the man quietly dropped his hand onto the werewolf's thigh.
"I cannot believe you are actually here," commented a soft cultured voice in a dark corner of the room.

"Stay out of this, Dave. We have been looking for three days. It's time we get help," replied Karl as he slid off the table to place himself between the newcomer and Viggo. He knew his colleague did not approve of his decision to involve a Demon Hunter. He feared for the man's safety. Besides, Dave always had this knack of disturbing him when he was about to succeed in coaxing someone to bed. It was a most annoying trend that had been occurring for over a hundred years now.

The Demon Hunter could feel the air tense as the two Guardians engaged in a contest of will. Finally, the newcomer relented and stepped into the light. He resembled a human in his early thirties with short blond hair and intelligent cobalt eyes. His features were aristocratic, carrying an air of sophistication despite his muscular built. Except for the icy aura emanating from the creature, he was very handsome, every bit as desirable as Karl. "You are also a Guardian of the Dark Jewel, I presume."

"Yes. I am the vampire of the quartet," answered David softly, eyes freezing the Demon Hunter in an intense gaze.

Viggo had never met anyone who could intimidate him with a single glance in his entire career – this vampire was in a class of his own. He was even more powerful than Karl.

"Of course, I am much older than Karl. Plus, I am a vampire," commented David, reading Viggo's mind. The man was powerful for a half-demon. He even had a natural resistance to mind control, which the vampire knew because he had just commanded Viggo to take his hand off Karl and the man had yet to move. Still, David could not imagine this half-breed succeeding where the four Guardians had failed.

"You probably know this from reading my mind. But if you do that one more time, I walk," said Viggo heatedly as he glared at the vampire.

"Nothing will make me happier," sighed David with a shake of his head. As the chosen leader of the group, he had the right to forbid Karl from coming here. But he knew how determined the werewolf was in this; and unfortunately he always had a soft spot where Karl was concerned. It was a good thing no one could read his mind; it would create problems if anyone knew he had feelings for the werewolf. After all, the four Guardians were supposed to be impartial and objective.

"Dave, none of us can feel the Dark Jewel's power anymore. We need someone with connections in the Human World to be our eyes and ears," reasoned the werewolf in an attempt to lessen the animosity between his friend and the Demon Hunter. They would have a better chance of succeeding if they worked together.

"Fine, but I'll be keeping my eyes on him," said David with a smile, deliberately elongating his fangs and bared them for Viggo to see.

The Demon Hunter responded by drawing his guns out of the hoisters, spinning them before stowing them away again like a cowboy in a Western. "Same here."

"Good, as long as we have an understanding. I was just telling Viggo…."

"You will not tell him anymore until we speak to Sean and Harry about this," ordered David in a quiet authoritative voice as he walked to the couple on the pool table. He knew the others would not challenge Karl's actions; in fact, Harry would likely find this new situation amusing. But he had enough of watching Viggo's hand inched its way up his friend's thigh. He had known the werewolf since he was a cub; and he never got the chance to touch Karl half as intimately as the Demon Hunter was doing.

"Why? You are our leader; I only need your approval to tell Viggo everything," argued Karl, knowing the vampire's demand was nothing more than a ploy to get him away from the man. David was at it again, trying to ruin his fun.

"True, but it is best to have a consensus," replied the vampire, as he moved to offer Karl a hand off the pool table. When the werewolf refused to move, glaring defiantly at the vampire, David held his gaze and sent a jolt of energy into his mind, causing Karl to gasp in pain. He hated to do this, hurting the object of his secret desire; but David was the chosen leader. The werewolf had overstepped his place.

Ignoring the proffered hand, Karl rose and turned towards the Demon Hunter. "We'll be back before dawn. Meeting with the other Guardians should not take long." With that, the werewolf marched out of the room without sparing the leader of the Four Guardians another glance.

*****

1am, Westside District

"Hey there, pretty," whistled Brad, eyes fixed on the gorgeous young man gliding towards him. The stranger had a body and face any movie star would die to have. His delicate sculpted cheekbones, large expressive eyes and delectable mouth were exquisite. To complete the package was his silken ivory skin stretched over a tall lithe frame, with the most attractive legs and the cutest butt the illegal arms-dealer had ever laid eyes upon. Originally, Brad was on the way to the Club to pick up a hot stripper to bring to bed, but seeing this exquisite beauty had quenched his taste for any other; tonight, he only wanted this seductive little angel.

The young man's lack of responses did not dampen his desires. When the stranger reached him, Brad held out a hand to stop him. "Hello, pretty," purred the arms-dealer with a lustful smile. The young man was wearing strange clothes, some sort of ceremonial robes, but Brad did not pay it much heed. After all, if things went his way, the pretty thing would be naked in his bed soon enough.

The stranger's expression was blank at first. But after a minute, his face brightened with a gorgeous smile as he repeated, "Hello, pretty."

Brad could not believe his good fortune. The exquisite beauty was a retard, probably an escapee from a mental institution. And that meant he could keep the stranger for as long as he wanted, doing whatever he pleased. He could already think of a lot of interesting things he would like to try. When he was done, he would let his friends have a go at his personal sex toy. "Come on, pretty. Uncle Brad has a surprise for you," snickered the man as he guided the docile young man to his car.

*****

2am, Westside District.

It took Viggo two hours to get to his weapon supplier's door. The traffic to the city's red light district was always horrific in the wee hours of the night. But since the Demon Hunter needed to replenish his supply of silver bullets for his handcrafted guns, Skygge and Lys, he had no choice but to fight the traffic. After sprinting up three flights of stairs to the arms-dealer's apartment, Viggo found his attempts of being polite in requesting entry denied. It was time for more drastic measures.

"Shit!" cried the middle-aged man as his door was kicked down to reveal the Demon Hunter in full combat gear. His client could not have picked a worse time to come. After a while of ‘training', Brad had finally managed to coax the pretty retard into staying still on his bed, waiting to be taken on his hands and knees. The arms-dealer was holding the dark-haired beauty's hips, readying himself to ram into the young man's heat when Viggo marched in, seemingly unaware of how inappropriate the whole scene in front of him was.

"Sorry about the door, put that on my tab. I need special ammo," said Viggo, eyes traveling to the naked men on the bed.

Seeing Brad in the nude was enough to traumatize him for life. His bed partner, on the other hand, was a different story. The young man was the most beautiful creature Viggo had ever met, a fallen angel, seductive yet innocent. The Demon Hunter thought it was his good luck that he would be graced with sighting three gorgeous ‘men' in the span of two hours. Too bad the stranger was a prostitute; that's the only reason for a beauty like him to be with Brad the Pervert.

"Viggo, you haven't even paid me for the last batch of bullets I made for you!" exclaimed the arms-dealer as he marched up to the Demon Hunter, annoyance clouding his urge for self-preservation.

"It's not my fault that the demons fled into a museum. I can't believe they deducted the damages from my promised price," replied Viggo defensively, mind drifting back to his last job, which was something the Demon Hunter would rather forget. He was quite the celebrity for a few months afterwards.

"Well, too bad. No merchandise until I see the cash this time," said Brad, shaking his head resolutely as he crossed his arms.

At that precise moment, the young man rose from his position on the bed and began mimicking the arms-dealer. "No merchandise," chirped the dark-haired beauty with a solemn expression as he crossed his arms and shook his head at Viggo.

"Where did you get him? The loony bin or something?" asked the Demon Hunter with a frown, surprised by the prostitute's strange behavior.

Viggo's question was answered immediately by the stranger's voice repeating the words, "Loony bin. Loony bin." The young man was now grinning widely, obviously liking the sound of those words said in his own soft, lilting voice.

"It's none of your concern, Viggo. Get out if you ever want to do business with me again," hissed the middle-aged man as he grabbed the dark-haired beauty's arm. "You shut up and get back to bed."

When the young man yelped in pain at the force of Brad's grip, the Demon Hunter decided he needed to interfere. It was clear the beautiful stranger had no idea what the arms-dealer planned to do with him. Viggo would not sit by and allow the mentally handicapped youth be taken advantage of. With lightning speed, the Demon Hunter spun into his opponent, gripping other man's hand, forcing him to let go of the dark-haired beauty's arm. "Listen here, buster. I don't care if I have to find another supplier, but if you touch him again with your filthy hands, I will kick your ass."

His last words were echoed in a cheery, melodic voice behind him. "Kick your ass!"

Pushing the arms-dealer onto the floor, the Demon Hunter turned to look at the stranger he had saved. The young man seemed to be unfazed by the violence that just had occurred. He did not even seem to notice he was naked. He merely continued to look upon the whole scene with a grin. With a gentle smile, Viggo sighed, "Let's get you out of here. Brad, where are his clothes?"

*****

4am, Sin City East

"Are you hungry?" asked Viggo as he parked his motorcycle and began to pry the stranger's hands off his waist. He loathed losing the contact, but it was necessary if they were to successful move anywhere.

The youth answered with a lopsided smile before reattaching himself to Viggo's arm, not that the Demon Hunter was complaining. Viggo usually did not like the touchy-feely or the overly dependent type; but something about this stranger tugged at his heart in a way none other had before. Not only had the Demon Hunter developed an extremely strong protective urge of the dark-haired beauty, he found himself craving the young man's touch and smiles. It was to a point where Viggo was beginning to have a bad feeling about this whole thing – he suspected he was falling in love.

"Let's see," muttered the Demon Hunter as he pulled out his wallet with his free hand to see how much money he had. He wanted to take his new protégé somewhere nice; but given that he had a grand total of twenty dollars in his pocket, the 24-hour diner at the end of his block would have to do.

After the couple was seated in a cozy booth at the back of the diner, Viggo gave the young man a menu and said, "Order whatever you like."

The dark-haired beauty responded by taking the menu and placing it over his head like a hat. Viggo was of a mind to chastise the young man, but lost the will to do so when he looked upon the youth's joyful, childlike grin. Instead, the Demon Hunter just sighed, thinking he would be ordering for them both. But that was before he noticed how the young man's eyes lit up when the waitress appeared from the kitchen, carrying a tray of milkshakes. "Do you want that?"

Viggo's question prompted some very vigorous nodding from his companion. "Yes, maybe a chocolate shake?"

"Chocolate shake! Chocolate shake!" demanded the young man as he nodded, grinning.

Later when their order arrived, the older man tried to tempt his companion with some of his food, but the dark-haired beauty merely sniffed at the offerings and wrinkled his nose before returning to slurping his drink with frightening voracity. Viggo was worried that his new protégé would still be hungry, but the young man seemed only interested in his chocolate milkshake.

As their meals finished, the Demon Hunter knew it was time to do what he dreaded this entire night. He needed to find out where his companion came from so he could return the young man safely to where he belonged. "My name is Viggo. What is your name, pretty?"

"Viggo pretty," replied the dark-haired beauty sagely with a nod.

"No, Viggo's my name. You are the one who is pretty," smiled the Demon Hunter. Normally, the impatient man would be annoyed, but it was impossible to be angry when the cute little angel smiled at him so sweetly.

"No, Viggo pretty!" said the young man firmly, now pouting and emphasizing every word.

Exasperated, the Demon Hunter shook his head and sighed. Perhaps he should try a new question. "Where are you from?"

"Loony bin," stated the dark-haired beauty with a frown, as if he was wondering why Viggo had asked him a question when the older man clearly knew the answer.

The Demon Hunter regarded his companion for a while before deciding to keep the young man with him for the night. He could not do background checks on his new protégé until business hours tomorrow. "Come on, little one. Let's go home."

*****

5am, Sin City East

The Demon Hunter never thought anyone would look gorgeous in an oversized t-shirt and baggy sweatpants, but the dark-haired beauty proved him wrong. The young man looked good enough to eat in Viggo's spare sleeping clothes. After a quick shower, the older man joined the slumbering angel in bed, thinking to catch a wink of sleep before Karl returned.

But unluckily for Viggo, the sleeping young man decided that his chest made a more comfortable headrest than a pillow. As soon as the older man lied down, the dark-haired beauty snuggled close to his warmth, burying his face against Viggo's muscular chest. The exquisite angel's touch was driving the Demon Hunter insane with lust. He was so aroused that he would not be surprised if his erection burst out of his pants at this very moment. But as the self-appointed protector of the little one, he could not take advantage of the young man's trust. He would have to rely on his hands to relieve himself of his desires.

The man was on the verge of freeing his erection when a voice in the darkest corner of the room startled him. "I can't believe this. You promised Karl your help and you are lying here, jerking off with some guy in your arms," commented David's cultured voice, his accent heightened slightly with annoyance. Though his words were condemning, his voice was downright seductive with the exotic crisp accent. In his aroused state, Viggo was of a mind that the vampire could make a man come just by talking dirty in that soft, sexy voice.

"How did you get in here?" asked the Demon Hunter as he disentangled himself from his protégé and sat up. This took several minutes as the young man was holding onto Viggo as a koala would a tree. It sufficed to say that if David was a real threat, the man would be dead already.

"I am a vampire. I took the form of mist and came in underneath the door," explained David condescendingly. His attention, however, was drawn to the other figure on the bed. He could not see the stranger's face, but there was something familiar about his silken, dark curls and tall, lithe form. At that precise moment, the young man woke and sat up with a pout, displeasured by the loss of Viggo's warmth enveloping him, giving the vampire the biggest surprise of his immortal life.

"I'll shoot you if you do that again," warned Viggo not so convincingly. It was difficult to sound menacingly when completely aroused. The man was surprised when David remained silent, not using this opportunity to taunt him further. He squinted to get a better view of the vampire in the shadows and discovered that David was frozen in shock.

It was a few moments before the vampire spoke again, "Orlando."

As soon as David stepped into the light, the young man leapt from the bed and launched himself at the vampire with preternatural speed. Quicker than the blink of an eye, the dark-haired beauty and David were wrapped in each other's arms in a tight embrace. "Oh, Orlando. I have given up hope that you'll ever wake."

Pushing the young man away slightly to study him, the vampire remarked, "You don't remember anything, do you?" When his brother-by-blood merely offered him a goofy grin, he knew the answer. Orlando had not yet fully recovered.

"Are you hungry, little one?" asked David gently, as he stroke the young man's cheek.

How dare the vampire touched his protégé in such a familiar manner. Even Viggo had not touched the young one unless it was necessary. "We ate already."

"What?!" thundered the vampire, causing the dark-haired beauty in his arms to shiver at the force of his anger. Immediately, David put his temper under control and hissed, "Why did you do that? You could have made him sick."

"What do you mean?" demanded Viggo with narrow eyes as he considered walking to his dresser to retrieve his weapons. If David did not let go of the young man soon, the Demon Hunter could not guarantee what he would do.

"He is a vampire, you moron," replied David as he touched Orlando's stomach to discern its contents. He was relieved that the younger vampire had only had liquid food; he would hate to see his little brother retched in agony because of the Demon Hunter's stupidity.

Viggo was too busy staring agape at the dark-haired beauty to make a comment. It would seem he had fallen in love with a vampire called Orlando! The doorbell rang, startling the Demon Hunter out of his shock. "You should get that when you can move again. It's Karl, Harry and Sean."

The Demon Hunter walked numbly to the door to let his three inhuman visitors in. Viggo would be impressed by how handsome the other Guardians were if his mind were not dominated by questions concerning Orlando. Harry, the Jaguar, was a man of strong features, with a large muscular body of a warrior that was put on full display in his tight t-shirt and black jeans. It was his intense tawny eyes, however, set him apart from other men, enhancing his wild, untamed beauty. Sean, the Phantom, on the other hand, was the picture of suave elegance with short blond hair and penetrating blue eyes, his lean form showcased in a tailored suit. Together, the three demons formed a rather impressive trio.

The blond vampire was now sitting on the Demon Hunter's chair, with the dark-haired one on his lap. For Viggo, the sight was proving more difficult to bear with each passing minute. He was tempted to scream in frustration when David announced, "Orlando has awakened."

"We have eyes, Dave. We can see the little one is now deposited on your lap as always," quipped Harry, who could not let this opportunity to ruffle their leader's feathers passed. David was so cold and detached now, the glimpses of the person he used to be visible only when properly roused.

Harry remembered how the blond vampire was, so gregarious and charming that he was completely irresistible. But that was before David's Maker broke their Oath of Eternal Love to marry Orlando's mother, a human witch he accidentally impregnated. On the surface, the blond vampire took the betrayal well; he even took in his brother-by-blood after a tragedy left the little one orphaned. But inside, David never truly recovered, refusing to open his heart to trust anyone again. The only one he allowed close was Orlando. And when the little one chose to sacrifice himself to help the Dark Knight, the blond vampire withdrew into himself completely. Perhaps now that Orlando had awakened, the world would see a smiling David more often. Harry, for one, would be glad of it.

David let out an exasperated sigh at the Jaguar's usual insolence. They were similar in age and had been friends since David was first made a vampire. Harry was the only one of the quartet who knew the story of the blond vampire's past. Since David knew his friend was deliberately trying to rouse him, he refused to give the other demon the satisfaction. With his usual collected calm, he continued, "It explains why we can no longer feel the Dark Jewel's power."

"Hello there, sorry for the interruption. I will really appreciate it if you will fill me in on the details," said the Demon Hunter in a sarcastically polite tone as he raised his hand. Truth was he could not care less about the Dark Jewel at this moment, he just needed to know how his little angelic vampire was involved in all this.

"Right. Two millennia ago, in the hopes of crushing the rebellion, Mundus, the Emperor of the Underworld challenged the Dark Knight to a duel. Though, Sparda was a powerful warrior, he was no match for Mundus in terms of magic. In order to help the Dark Knight win this battle, Orlando secretly invoked a forbidden spell to create a Soul Crystal with his Lifeforce, a Dark Jewel that allowed Sparda to command his powers. Using the Jewel, your grandfather defeated the Demon Emperor and freed the Human World. After the fight, Sparda placed the Soul Crystal back upon Orlando's neck and appointed us Guardians. After all these years, the powers locked within the Jewel was beginning to return to the little one's body, allowing him to revive," explained Karl as he watched Viggo watched the dark-haired beauty. The werewolf knew whatever chances he had with the Demon Hunter were lost. Karl knew he could never compare to Orlando; there were none who could.

"Dawn is approaching. Orlando and I need to go to ground soon. He still doesn't remember his past. I am going to give him some blood to see if it helps bring back his memories. If it doesn't, we have to discuss how to keep him safe until he regains his full powers," announced David as the werewolf finished explaining their situation to the Demon Hunter. He still did not like the man, but at least Viggo had not tried to touch Karl this time. Perhaps working with the Demon Hunter would not so bad after all.

"With the moon as witness, I offer you my blood freely," whispered the blond vampire into Orlando's ears as he held his wrist to the younger one's lips. Viggo watched in fascination as the dark-haired beauty placed a soft kiss on David's skin before feeding. The man felt strangely envious of the blond vampire's wrist, which had the pleasure of knowing the sensation of Orlando's lips. Quietly, he commented, "I thought vampires always feed from the neck."

"That's only from their human preys, Vig. Vampires' necks are very sensitive, a powerful erogenous zone. Only lovers drink from each other's necks, and usually only during sex," explained the Jaguar with a wink. He liked the man and could tell he was very interested in young Orlando. Harry thought they would make a good couple.

"So David and Orlando aren't lovers?" whispered Viggo urgently, unable to keep the desperation out of his voice. He would have a much better chance with the dark-haired vampire if he were not already taken millennia ago.

"No. They are brothers-by-blood. Orlando's birthfather is David's Maker," replied Harry with a pat on Viggo's back. "The little one is single. I reckon you have a very good chance, since he always had a thing for Dark Knights."

"Don't encourage him, Harry," said David, trying to keep the smile out of his voice. He knew the power of Orlando's charm. None who fell under the dark-haired beauty's spell could ever want another again. It would seem the blond vampire would no longer need to worry about the Demon Hunter as possible competition.

When Orlando licked the tiny pinpricks close on the blond vampire's wrist and smiled, David asked, "Sean, mind giving us a ride to my mansion?"

"No problem. In the meantime, Karl, Harry and our new ally can find out who let young Orlando out of the Sanctuary," said the phantom before leading the way out the door to his car.

*****

"What does he mean?" asked Viggo as he watched the three demons left his squalid apartment.

"Orlando and the Dark Jewel were kept safe in a Dave's castle on Lakeshore Heights. We call it the Sanctuary. Other than a few selected staff and the four Guardians, no one goes in or out of the place. Without his full powers, there was no way the little one could have gotten out on his own. Someone was bribed to bring him out; only that something went wrong and Orlando ended up on the streets. We need to find out who the traitor is and what his new employer wants," explained Harry as he strolled to the chair David vacated and plopped onto it. "You have something to drink? Preferably something strong?"

"There is half a bottle of whiskey left in the cabinet," sighed Viggo wearily as he pointed to where the liquor was stored.

"Thanks, Vig," grinned the Jaguar, as he retrieved the alcohol with the power of his mind. When the bottle floated to his hand, he opened it and took a deep draught of the whiskey.

"You look really tired, Vig," commented Karl, noting the dark circles under the Demon Hunter's eyes.

"I'm okay. An all-nighter is nothing," replied Viggo, trying his best to stifle a yawn. Five years ago, his statement would have been true. But age was beginning to affect his stamina. Unlike the other Dark Knights before him, his demon blood had been diluted over the generations, leaving the Demon Hunter susceptible to passage of the years.

"Karl is right. We will go check out the Sanctuary. You stay here and rest. We'll be back in a couple of hours," said Harry, returning the whiskey to its original position by telekinesis. Before the Demon Hunter could protest, the Jaguar had moved to the door with preternatural speed. Quicker than a lightning, the werewolf was by his friend's side. Before they left, Karl added, "Sleep well, Vig."

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10am, Sin City East

The darkness in Viggo's dreamscape began to lift. In this dream, someone had crawled into his bed and awakened the Demon Hunter. Opening his eyes, he saw Orlando cuddled against him, head resting on his chest, sighing contently in his slumber. The scene was strangely reminiscent of the events of the night, before David arrived. Since this was his fantasy, Viggo decided to take full advantage of the situation.

Bending his head slightly, the man began to lay a trail of gentle kisses upon the vampire's neck. Orlando's eyes fluttered open as he gasped at the unexpected pleasure. Rolling on top of the vampire, Viggo started licking the sensitive skin in earnest, making Orlando writhed underneath him, mewling and whimpering for more. With minimum interruption to his administrations, the man removed his lover's t-shirt, exposing more territory for exploration. Reverently, Viggo's hand roamed the vampire's body before settling on his nipples, teasing the dusky peaks between his calloused fingers. When he sensed that his lover was close to finding release, the man pulled Orlando's sweatpants down and began stroking the length of his erection. The new sensory onslaught drove the vampire wild, thrusting passionately into Viggo's calloused hand. The Demon Hunter could feel his lover's pulse quickening under his lips. When Viggo experimentally nibbled on the spot, the vampire shuddered and spilled seeds into his hands.

Viggo looked at the trembling mass in under him and decided he would give Orlando time to rest before taking his pleasure. But the vampire had other ideas. As soon as the Demon Hunter shifted to gather him into his arms, the immortal nuzzled his neck. It was not long before the vampire's hand drifted downwards and found their way into the man's pants, caressing Viggo's arousal with featherlike touches. The man moaned in pleasure, the sound encouraging Orlando to suckle on Viggo's neck, hand fondling and pumping his manhood in slow, languid strokes. Closing his eyes, the Demon Hunter thrust into his lover's fist, savoring the delicious friction as he quickened the pace. All too soon, the pleasure ended; Viggo reached his peak when Orlando's fangs pierced the skin on his neck and started to drink.

After taking a small sip, the vampire closed the wound with a stroke of his tongue and burrowed deep into the safe envelope of his lover's embrace. As blackness claimed his vision again, the Demon Hunter could not help but think of the ecstasy that awaited when the night falls. Sex with his fantasy lover had been amazing; he was certain real Orlando would feel like heaven.

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Noon, Sin City East

The Demon Hunter was awakened rudely by a splash of cold water on his face. He was about to yell at his uninvited guests for entering without permission when strong hands seized his arms and legs. Immediately, Viggo knew his visitors were not friendly. Without opening his eyes, the Demon Hunter twisted, trying to use his body weight as leverage to throw one of his captors off. But the strangers expected the move and held him down. Seemingly out of nowhere, cuffs materialized around his wrists and ankles to bound him. "Good day, Demon Hunter. My friend Brad told me you took a dark-haired boy from his place last night. Tell me where he is and everything will be just fine."

The Demon Hunter stared at the speaker, who was a wiry man in his fifties. He wore an expensive white tailored suit, a stark contrast to his jet-black hair, moustache and eyes. Though he was human, an evil aura permeated from him; the visitor was a wizard who practiced Dark Magic, borrowing his powers from ancient Demons. "I don't know what you are talking about."

"I suggest you co-operate with us, Demon Hunter. I can make your life very difficult," hissed the stranger, using invisible hands to clutch Viggo's throat to prove his point.

"What do you want with him?" asked the Demon Hunter calmly, undaunted by his captor's threat. He knew the cuffs holding him were cursed; his magic would be useless against them. He was stuck until one of his new allies returned and rescued him. The thought of needing rescue chaffed Viggo's pride, but it was sadly necessary in this case.

"It's the Dark Jewel he wears that I want. If you give that to me, I will guarantee you and your lover's safety," replied the evil wizard with a slick smile. He needed the Hunter's blood to complete the ritual – only the blood of the Dark Knight had the power to break the seal on the Dark Jewel. He did not intend to let Viggo live.

"You are too late. The Jewel is with the Guardians again," smiled Viggo, glad that Orlando was somewhere safe with David. In the course of a few hours, he had fallen in love with the dark-haired beauty enough to consider the vampire's safety before his own.

"Boss, look what I found in the bathroom," exclaimed one of the wizard's henchman, holding a necklace with a single black gem pendant. The crystal glittered in the dim light, emitting a kaleidoscope of colors that rivaled the rays of the sun. Viggo tried to look unaffected but failed; he remembered seeing the necklace when he helped Orlando change. The dark-haired beauty must have taken it off then and left it in the Demon Hunter's bathroom. The Dark Jewel was now in enemy hands.

"Where I come from, there are penalties when a man lies. I guess we'll have to take you with us and teach you a little lesson for trying to misguide us," said the stranger with a predatory smile as he motioned to his henchmen to blindfold Viggo. With the Jewel and the Dark Knight, he would soon have the power that rivaled the gods.

*****

Noon, Pacific Hills

The vampire awoke with a start, all his senses on alert - someone had taken the one he loved. It was another six hours before dusk, but his worries would not allow him to return to slumber. All he could do was count the minutes until the time came for him to rise and kick his enemy's ass. No one messed with Orlando's lover and lived

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6pm, Mallet Island

After several hours of beating, the Demon Hunter was chained onto the ceremonial platform. The wiry man was now dressed in white ceremonial robes, wearing the Dark Jewel proudly around his neck. The wizard strolled leisurely towards his helpless captive hiding his hands behind his back. Standing over the dark-haired man, he chanted a spell in ancient Demonic Tongue and revealed the large golden dagger he held. "Any last words, Demon Hunter?"

"Go to Hell," spat Viggo as he struggled against his restraints in vain. Dusk was upon them; he knew his captor meant to use him as a sacrifice for some ritual. His time was running out.

"After you, my dear boy," chimed the wizard as he raised the dagger high above his head and brought it down upon Viggo's heart in a deadly arc.

The weapon never reached the Demon Hunter. His captor screamed in pain as his wrist was snapped back, tendons and bones cleanly broken with a sickening creak. The wizard scanned the surroundings for his unseen foe, but his efforts were in vain. Before he could discern the identity of the attacker, invisible hands threw him against a wall, holding them suspended in the air. The wizard tried to free himself with magic, but he was no match for his assailant. All the man could do was screamed and watched helplessly as the dagger he dropped flew towards him, piercing his heart.

The henchmen attempted to flee in panic, but found themselves immobilized by a powerful spell. Viggo watched from his vantage point as the men struggled to breathe, the same invisible force that killed the wizard now crushing their windpipes. Though the Demon Hunter had suffered much at the hands at these guards, he did not have the heart to see them die. He did not know if pleading with his mystery rescuer for mercy would save them, but he had to try. "Please stop."

Immediately, the spell upon the guards was broken. They fell to the floor, gasping, barely conscious. As darkness fell over the hall, a slender figure materialized above Viggo. The Demon Hunter squinted to see who his savior was, but the light was too dim. As soon as the thought crossed his mind, the candles around the room flickered, flooding the space with their gentle light.

"Orlando, how?" was all Viggo could say when he saw his lover's face staring down at him lovingly.

"The seal keeping my Lifeforce in the Dark Jewel has weakened significantly over the years. But only blood of the Dark Knight had the power to break it completely. I got my memory back when I drank from you this morning," said the vampire as he checked the injuries on the battered Demon Hunter's body. He was of a mind to kill the wizard's henchmen again for touching Viggo. But he had a feeling his lover would be unhappy with him if he gave in to his desires.

"But that was just a dream," asked the Demon Hunter with a frown, recalling his fantasy involving Orlando.

"Vampires had the power to enter dreams, making what happened there ‘real'. I went into yours because ‘mentally handicapped Orlando' wanted to cuddle. I must admit it was a lot more than what my retarded self imagined," explained the vampire with a wink as he prepared to cast a spell to release Viggo from the chains.

The Demon Hunter blushed at his lover's explanations, before chastising himself. He could not believe he had taken advantage of Orlando. He was supposed to be protecting him! His self-admonishment was interrupted when the vampire chuckled, "I liked the way you touched me. But if you are bent on feeling guilty, maybe I will just punish you so you can feel better."

"Punish me?" asked Viggo with a raised brow, recognizing the mischievous look on the vampire's face.

"You know, take advantage of you the way you took advantage of me," whispered Orlando as he settled on the ceremonial platform above the man.

"I don't…." Viggo's protest was cut short with the vampire claimed his lips in passionate kiss. With firm pressure, Orlando coaxed the man's lips to part, his tongue snaking into the hot cavern. The Demon Hunter's tongue dueled with the vampire's fighting for domination of the kiss; but when Orlando's hands slipped inside his shirt to skimming gently over his skin, Viggo moaned in pleasure, lost in the sweet sensation of his lover's touch.

The vampire ravaged the man's mouth, branding Viggo as his with his tongue, as his hand drifted lower to fondle the Demon Hunter's clothed manhood. As he broke the kiss for breath, the taste of Viggo fresh in his mouth, Orlando muttered, "Definitely better than chocolate shake."

Sensing the Demon Hunter's need, Orlando began to kiss his way down to his lover's erection. He licked and suckled the man's belly button, lingering at the waistband of sweatpants before tugging the drawstring free with his teeth and freeing the Demon Hunter's arousal from its confines. Viggo cried out in pleasure as the vampire took his manhood deep into his mouth. His chains rattled as he drove his entire length into Orlando's wet heat. When the vampire worked his inner muscles against the sensitive head of his manhood, Viggo swore his entire body was aflame. Orlando moved, sucking and licking the man's arousal mercilessly, bringing his lover close to his release. But before the Demon Hunter was sent over the edge, the vampire stopped.

"Please…" pleaded Viggo, pride abandoned in his need for completion.

"Soon, love," replied Orlando huskily as he shifted to unbutton his own jeans, pulling them down to his knees, revealing his own arousal.

Kneeling over his lover, the vampire guided the man's engorged flesh to his entrance. Eyes closed, brows drawn together in a frown of intense concentration, Orlando lowered himself, taking Viggo's shaft into his tight heat inch by inch. Settled comfortably with his lover encased completely inside his body, the vampire moaned, "God, Viggo, you feel so good."

The man responded by straining against his bonds and thrusting deeper into his lover, brushing against the vampire's sweet spot. Orlando moaned in pleasure as he rotated his hips, bearing down hard on Viggo's manhood. Cries of pleasure filled the hall as the vampire moved rapidly up and down the man's rock hard flesh. When Orlando felt the Demon Hunter tensed below him, he began to stroke himself firmly matching the pace of the movements of his hips. Clenching his inner muscles, the vampire brought his lover to completion. Viggo's rapturous cry was Orlando's undoing; with a few more strokes of his hand, the vampire followed his lover into the land of ecstasy.

Viggo discovered he was no longer chained when his lover sagged against him, exhausted from their lovemaking. Gently, the man wound his arms around the vampire, holding him in a firm embrace. This was what the Demon Hunter wanted for the rest of his life. "I love you, my little demon," whispered Viggo as he kissed the top of Orlando's head.

"And I love you, my dearest Dark Knight," replied Orlando as he snuggled closer to his lover. He wanted forever with Viggo; but if the Demon Hunter refused to become a vampire, he would respect his decision. This was the beginning of Orlando's new life in the Human World; he would be grateful for every day he could spend here with the one he loved. Resting in Viggo's arms, the vampire knew this was where he belonged.

*****

Note: Skygge and Lyn means Shadow and Light in Danish, I think. Yes, I am weird; but Dante's guns are called Ebony and Ivory and Sparda's are called Luce and Ombra, which is Light and Shadow in Italian.

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