Fic - Lost In The Woods - Part 6
FanFic100 prompt: 079 - When?
Pyramid_Dares: Set 2, Level 8 - Willpower
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Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Dorian/Klaus
Words: 1,221
Summary: Dorian finds himself having a moral crisis, much to his amazement.
By: Margaret Price
Previous Parts: One, Two, Three, Four, Five
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Lost In The Woods
Part Six
Waiting For Rescue
Dorian sat in one of the chairs near the fire quietly reading a book that he had found on a shelf. Its age had initially caught his attention and he had pulled it from the shelf to give it a closer look, his expert eye appraising its value. Then, with nothing else to do, he sat down to read it while the Major slept.
He looked up each time the Major stirred and shifted in his sleep. Again, Dorian was struck by the man’s beauty. His peaceful expression. Even looking pale as a ghost and in need of a shave, he was beautiful. How easy it would be to plant a kiss on his lips without waking him…
Dorian closed his eyes, shaking his head, fighting to get control of himself. This was not the time to let his lechery take over. The Major needed him in a way he never had before. On top of this, he had not panicked once since they arrived at the cabin, nor had he accused him of wanting to do all sorts of perverse things to him. This unto itself was a huge breakthrough.
Of course, this wasn’t to say that the Earl hadn’t had any such thoughts, but he had been very careful to keep them to himself. Keeping his over-the-top behavior in check during those times the Major was conscious. Then Dorian realized with a jolt that he had kept it in check when the man was unconscious, too.
Good God, I’m getting a conscience!
This thought nearly caused Dorian to drop the book. He sat back, his eyes wide. When the hell did that happen? He got to his feet, running a hand through his mop of blond curls, which was a mistake as it only drove home the fact that he was in serious need of a good scrub. I probably smell like wood smoke as well, he thought, looking over at the fireplace. Better than smelling ripe, I suppose. He scratched his chin, realizing that he too was in need of a shave. At least being blond, it didn’t show as badly as with the Major.
Dorian looked back at the man and felt his heart jump. Then he shook his head in an attempt to stop any lecherous thoughts from coming into his head. He went to the window to purposely turn his back on the sleeping officer so he would not be tempted to look at him. Instead, he looked out at the beacon he had placed in the open, just as the Major had instructed so the signal would be unobstructed. Hopefully someone had picked it up. One of the good guys, Dorian reflected. There was no way the Major would be strong enough to get to the rendezvous now, not that the Earl had the vaguest idea where it was any longer.
He had no idea how long he stood at the window, contemplating the situation, wondering when help would arrive. If help would arrive. Finally, he drew a deep breath and turned, throwing a quick look across the room. He did a double take when he realized the Major was awake and watching him.
“Did you…?” Dorian broke off, unable to complete the sentence. Did you like the view? He couldn’t bring himself to tease the man. In one day, the whole dynamic of their relationship had changed. He was not about to spoil it with an off-color remark. He waved a hand in the air as he turned to cross the room. “Let me start over. How are you feeling?”
Klaus had observed the Earl’s inner turmoil in some surprise. At such close quarters, he had expected him to drop into his ridiculous Eroica persona at any moment, but he had remained professional-and kept his distance-the whole time.
“I feel like hell,” the officer replied, pushing back the blankets. Then he gritted his teeth, swallowed his pride, and held out a hand. “Don’t just stand there, help me sit up.”
It was all Dorian could do to not give a startled cry. The only indication of his surprise was a slight misstep as he crossed the room. “Certainly, Major.”
Several minutes later, the Major was sitting at the edge of the bed, struggling to stay upright.
“Major…” Dorian broke off when the officer held up a hand.
“I’m just…dizzy. Been lying down too long.”
“And you lost an awful lot of blood yesterday,” Dorian observed as he quickly went to the sink to get a cup of water. If nothing else, he could see that the officer stayed hydrated. “If I had the means, I’d give you some of my blood, although I’m sure you’d refuse because it carries homo-germs or some such nonsense.”
Klaus gave a grunt. “No, I’d have to refuse for more practical reasons.”
“Oh?” Dorian sat down beside the Major and held out the cup. “Drink. I’ll make sure you don’t fall over.”
The Major gave him a sideways glance.
“I know. No touching below the waist,” Dorian said, allowing a slightly playful tone to creep into his voice.
Klaus responded with a small harrumph, taking the cup and slowly drinking its contents. The water was cool and strangely refreshing. He felt the Earl’s hand at the center of his back as he wavered slightly. It remained there, solid and unmoving, firmly keeping him upright.
“What practical reasons?” Dorian asked suddenly.
The Major had to struggle to remember what he meant. “Incompatibility. I’m O, you’re B.”
Dorian’s eyebrows went up. “You know my blood type?”
“Necessary on a mission.”
The Earl nodded. The Major was more thorough than he realized. “Isn’t O the universal donor?”
“Universal donor, yes. Universal recipient, no. Your blood would kill me.”
Eroica took this staggering piece of news in silence. As soon as the officer finished, he had taken the cup from his hand and was moving away.
“You’ve been remarkably…restrained this whole time,” the Major observed finally.
The Earl turned back, a startled look on his face. “You sound surprised.”
“Eroica, from the moment I met you, you’ve been making one indecent proposal after another.”
“True.”
“And now that you have the chance to…to…”
“What?” Dorian interrupted sharply. “The chance to actually rape you, why don’t I? Is that what you were gonna say?”
The Major opened his mouth, only to close it again.
“I knew you had a low opinion of me, Major. But I never realized how low.”
The Earl’s anger actually stunned the Major and he sat looking at the man as if seeing him for the first time. “My opinion of you is…complicated,” he said at last.
Now it was Dorian’s turn to be stunned, his eyebrows going up. “And all this has just complicated it further, is that is?”
“Yes.”
Dorian turned his gaze toward the front window. “Now I’m not sure if I should be hoping we’re rescued quickly or not.”
Klaus just snorted in reply. To his own annoyance, he realized that had been thinking the same thing himself.
“So…where does that leave us?” Dorian asked cautiously.
“Damned if I know,” came the terse reply.
The Earl nodded. Then he could not stop the smile from coming to his face when the Major asked if his cigarettes had been destroyed along with his clothes.
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Story concludes in Part 7 - Walk In The Park
Pyramid_Dares: Set 2, Level 8 - Willpower
My Tables 'O Links -- Pyramid table, FanFic100 Table
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Dorian/Klaus
Words: 1,221
Summary: Dorian finds himself having a moral crisis, much to his amazement.
By: Margaret Price
Previous Parts: One, Two, Three, Four, Five
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Lost In The Woods
Part Six
Waiting For Rescue
Dorian sat in one of the chairs near the fire quietly reading a book that he had found on a shelf. Its age had initially caught his attention and he had pulled it from the shelf to give it a closer look, his expert eye appraising its value. Then, with nothing else to do, he sat down to read it while the Major slept.
He looked up each time the Major stirred and shifted in his sleep. Again, Dorian was struck by the man’s beauty. His peaceful expression. Even looking pale as a ghost and in need of a shave, he was beautiful. How easy it would be to plant a kiss on his lips without waking him…
Dorian closed his eyes, shaking his head, fighting to get control of himself. This was not the time to let his lechery take over. The Major needed him in a way he never had before. On top of this, he had not panicked once since they arrived at the cabin, nor had he accused him of wanting to do all sorts of perverse things to him. This unto itself was a huge breakthrough.
Of course, this wasn’t to say that the Earl hadn’t had any such thoughts, but he had been very careful to keep them to himself. Keeping his over-the-top behavior in check during those times the Major was conscious. Then Dorian realized with a jolt that he had kept it in check when the man was unconscious, too.
Good God, I’m getting a conscience!
This thought nearly caused Dorian to drop the book. He sat back, his eyes wide. When the hell did that happen? He got to his feet, running a hand through his mop of blond curls, which was a mistake as it only drove home the fact that he was in serious need of a good scrub. I probably smell like wood smoke as well, he thought, looking over at the fireplace. Better than smelling ripe, I suppose. He scratched his chin, realizing that he too was in need of a shave. At least being blond, it didn’t show as badly as with the Major.
Dorian looked back at the man and felt his heart jump. Then he shook his head in an attempt to stop any lecherous thoughts from coming into his head. He went to the window to purposely turn his back on the sleeping officer so he would not be tempted to look at him. Instead, he looked out at the beacon he had placed in the open, just as the Major had instructed so the signal would be unobstructed. Hopefully someone had picked it up. One of the good guys, Dorian reflected. There was no way the Major would be strong enough to get to the rendezvous now, not that the Earl had the vaguest idea where it was any longer.
He had no idea how long he stood at the window, contemplating the situation, wondering when help would arrive. If help would arrive. Finally, he drew a deep breath and turned, throwing a quick look across the room. He did a double take when he realized the Major was awake and watching him.
“Did you…?” Dorian broke off, unable to complete the sentence. Did you like the view? He couldn’t bring himself to tease the man. In one day, the whole dynamic of their relationship had changed. He was not about to spoil it with an off-color remark. He waved a hand in the air as he turned to cross the room. “Let me start over. How are you feeling?”
Klaus had observed the Earl’s inner turmoil in some surprise. At such close quarters, he had expected him to drop into his ridiculous Eroica persona at any moment, but he had remained professional-and kept his distance-the whole time.
“I feel like hell,” the officer replied, pushing back the blankets. Then he gritted his teeth, swallowed his pride, and held out a hand. “Don’t just stand there, help me sit up.”
It was all Dorian could do to not give a startled cry. The only indication of his surprise was a slight misstep as he crossed the room. “Certainly, Major.”
Several minutes later, the Major was sitting at the edge of the bed, struggling to stay upright.
“Major…” Dorian broke off when the officer held up a hand.
“I’m just…dizzy. Been lying down too long.”
“And you lost an awful lot of blood yesterday,” Dorian observed as he quickly went to the sink to get a cup of water. If nothing else, he could see that the officer stayed hydrated. “If I had the means, I’d give you some of my blood, although I’m sure you’d refuse because it carries homo-germs or some such nonsense.”
Klaus gave a grunt. “No, I’d have to refuse for more practical reasons.”
“Oh?” Dorian sat down beside the Major and held out the cup. “Drink. I’ll make sure you don’t fall over.”
The Major gave him a sideways glance.
“I know. No touching below the waist,” Dorian said, allowing a slightly playful tone to creep into his voice.
Klaus responded with a small harrumph, taking the cup and slowly drinking its contents. The water was cool and strangely refreshing. He felt the Earl’s hand at the center of his back as he wavered slightly. It remained there, solid and unmoving, firmly keeping him upright.
“What practical reasons?” Dorian asked suddenly.
The Major had to struggle to remember what he meant. “Incompatibility. I’m O, you’re B.”
Dorian’s eyebrows went up. “You know my blood type?”
“Necessary on a mission.”
The Earl nodded. The Major was more thorough than he realized. “Isn’t O the universal donor?”
“Universal donor, yes. Universal recipient, no. Your blood would kill me.”
Eroica took this staggering piece of news in silence. As soon as the officer finished, he had taken the cup from his hand and was moving away.
“You’ve been remarkably…restrained this whole time,” the Major observed finally.
The Earl turned back, a startled look on his face. “You sound surprised.”
“Eroica, from the moment I met you, you’ve been making one indecent proposal after another.”
“True.”
“And now that you have the chance to…to…”
“What?” Dorian interrupted sharply. “The chance to actually rape you, why don’t I? Is that what you were gonna say?”
The Major opened his mouth, only to close it again.
“I knew you had a low opinion of me, Major. But I never realized how low.”
The Earl’s anger actually stunned the Major and he sat looking at the man as if seeing him for the first time. “My opinion of you is…complicated,” he said at last.
Now it was Dorian’s turn to be stunned, his eyebrows going up. “And all this has just complicated it further, is that is?”
“Yes.”
Dorian turned his gaze toward the front window. “Now I’m not sure if I should be hoping we’re rescued quickly or not.”
Klaus just snorted in reply. To his own annoyance, he realized that had been thinking the same thing himself.
“So…where does that leave us?” Dorian asked cautiously.
“Damned if I know,” came the terse reply.
The Earl nodded. Then he could not stop the smile from coming to his face when the Major asked if his cigarettes had been destroyed along with his clothes.
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Story concludes in Part 7 - Walk In The Park