This one is for doylebaby who requested some creepy and scary Orlibean.
So what I did was make a sequel to her wonderful (and I just loved it!) standalone Missing.
Rating: Hard R
Summary: Just a tiny sequel to doylebaby's Missing. She gave me permission. What happens after Sean 'found' Orlando?
Disclaimer: Don't own Orlando or Sean. If I did, I'm sure the property tax on them would be murder!
"Well, well, well," Orlando mused as he paced around the neat kitchen. "The Society for Missing Persons."
He had to hand it to this Sean bloke.
It was clever. It was brilliant.
Bloody mad brilliant.
Orlando's opinion of Sean went up a notch or two in the short time he had been held.
Sean was a bit of alright.
After the older man had hauled Orlando in, cuffed him and threw him in the basement, it hadn't been long before he had picked the lock on the cuffs and had escaped out of his 'prison.'
It was merely child's play for someone like Orlando.
He had actually toyed with the idea of keeping the cuffs on, waiting to see what kind of foreplay Mr. Bean had in mind, but decided he had better take the upper hand right away.
Eric had taught him to never underestimate his enemy.
Orlando looked down at the table he had set up.
Salt. Lemon juice.
One very big, very upset, very blond man from Sheffield wrapped from head to ankle in masking tape.
Masking tape really is a marvelous invention, Orlando mused as he walked around his bound prey. Not only does it serve as a means to tie someone up with, but it stops the flow of blood immediately, thereby allowing wounds to be healed and new ones formed.
Squatting down at eye level with Sean, Orlando smiled at the man. "You should be proud Mr. Bean. You keep a well stocked kitchen and that counts for something."
Orlando had decided from the moment he had seen the missing poster and that it did not make sense (since he was so obviously not missing), that he just had to find out what the con was and the mastermind behind it.
He was not at all disappointed.
He would no doubt get heat from Eric and Karl about it later. The fact that he had walked into a trap such as the one Mr. Bean had set.
But he thought it was worth it.
Karl's ideas were getting stale and Eric had been talking about expanding their little group.
The gang needed new blood.
Sean's would do nicely.
But for now he would have his fun. It was time for his kind of foreplay.
Picking up the pliers, he turned to the bound man with a charming smile.
Kneeling down, Orlando carefully removed Sean's left boot.
"Now Sean...may I call you Sean? We're going to learn a few lessons about why one should choose their mark just a wee bit more carefully, yeah?"
Sean's muffled screams were like the moans of a lover to Orlando's ears.
Oh, Sean was a keeper.
Hope this was alright doylebaby