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As Yet Undefined	By : GabrielPierce Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Orgy Views: 2244 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Orgy. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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"Don't leave me." He pants. "Please Paige, please don't leave, not yet, not ever."
Can't respond, too breathless, don't know what to say anyway. What can I say to that? Hug him tight. It seems enough for him. He strokes my neck, lethargic, sated. Moan softly and feel myself drift.

Wake sticky. Sticky and relaxed. Mir blinks down at me, smiles unsure. Grin up at him and he relaxes. He goes to say something then stops, shrugs. Guess there's not much you can say after that kind of sex. And it was sex, not fucking. So connected.
"Shower?" he murmurs.
Smile and nod.

Curled on the sofa, half dozing, half watching tv. No mention of me leaving. I don't know what to do. Should I leave? Should I stay? I don't know. I'm confused now. What he said…I can't deny he really wants me to stay. And I can't deny I want to stay. But for how long? This is a dream. Fantasy. This can't last. It can't. I know that. He must know that. We're just prolonging the inevitable. Maybe I should leave now. Glance up, eyes catch sight of the clock of the wall. It's late afternoon, almost three o'clock. And it's Monday, been a great weekend but…OH FUCK! OH NO! MONDAY. THREE O'CLOCK. SHIUCK,UCK, SHIT! JAY!

Sit up suddenly, almost thrusting Mir to the floor.
"What is it? What's wrong?" suddenly scared.
"Jay! I have to go, I'm going to be late."
"Jay? What are you talking about?"
"I have a meeting with Jay," grabbing my jacket. "Monday, three o'clock, every week."
"Paige you don't have to keep doing this."
"What?"
"Whoring."
"Mir I need the money, I need to eat, rent…"
"Paige," he grabs my arm.
"What?" harried.
"You don't have to do that anymore." Slowly so I understand every word.
Stop suddenly. I don't. I don't have to whore. Not as long as I stay here. But I can't stay here. And it's Jay, I owe Jay this. Pause. I don't. I don't have to fuck Jay for money. I don't need the money, Mir takes care of me. But I can't, I can't not do this. I have to go.
"I have to." Pull away.
"Paige please." He's begging.
"I'll come back."
Flying out the door.

Dark. Jesus it really is dark down here. Fuck where is he? Did he wait? I'm only a little bit late. Did he use someone else? Pushing my way to my spot, my good old piece of wall with it's lose bricks that rub hard in uncomfortable places keeping me alert all night, all day. Can't see. Fuck, Mir must have been so blind down here, at least I know where I'm going. No Jay. Fuck. Where is he? Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Spinning round, face to face with Karl.
"Where the fuck have you been?" snarling furious.
"Working."
Stagger back as the force of his fist hits my face.
"Little fucker, I support you, take care of you and you do this to repay me. Fuck off, leave me to explain to your regulars."
"Ha?"
"You know, the people you fuck!"
"I've only got one….Jay. Where is he? Has he come already?"
"I doubt that unless you're working on another plane of existence!" snapping, snarling but I don't' care, Jay was here.
"What did you tell him?"
"I said you went off with the blonde guy and I hadn't seen you since."
Feel cold all over.
"Mir."
"Yeah well he fucked off so…" lunges for my arm but I'm running for the exit, have to get to Mir, don't know what Jay's gonna do.

"Come on, con!"n!" screaming at the cab.
It's useless but it lets me vent. I have to hurry, have to get back to Mir. Get to Mir before Jay does.
"Shit. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck." I mutter darkly.
Suddenly it stops.
"What the fuck?"
"What is your business in this area?"
"Fuck!"
"State your business."
"Shit!"
"State your business or you will not be permitted further access."
"Jesus fucking H Christ!"
Undo the security belt and leap out the door. Set out on foot at a dead run. Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Burst into his building what seems like hours later. Too slow I'm too slow. Kick in the security door. Flimsy but I guess they're not used to thugs like me. Push my way through and fly up the stairs, not trusting the lift.
"Amir!" yelling for him, if he's alright he'll hear me, call out, answer me.
There's no answer, faster, I need to move faster, pushing my body harder. One more flight. Panting, gasping, my legs hurt, my chest burns but I have to keep moving. Through the fire door, round the corner. Doubled over in pain. Staggering forward. Doors open a crack. Push at it weakly.
"Mir!"

Whimper. Freeze. Amir. Jay. NO! Mir against the wall, face pressing into it unable to move, Jay behind him, jerking, convulsing, biting into his shoulder in ecstasy. Mir cries out in pain. Oh god no….
"No."
What have I done?
Jay pulls away, lets Mir slump limply to the floorood ood smeared on his arse, his legs, bruises on his back, his waist. Watch in horror as Jay pulls up his pants, fishes around in the pocket and pulls out a wad of money.
"For you whore."
Throws it at him. My money. Turns and sees me.
"Was wondering when you'd get here." He sneers.
Fury. I can't move. Want to kill him.
"Paige?" Mir whimpers.
Oh god. Move forward to him. Have to help him. This is all my fault. Jay shoves past me, leaves before I can stop him. The door slams and we both jolt.

He's sobbing, cowering, trying to push through the floor, get away from me. Move slowly, feels like I'm floating. This isn't real. Can't be happening. This is all my fault. I caused this. This is my doing. If I'd just left yesterday like I'd said.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."
Mir just sobs, turns to me as I kneel down, leans into my arms and I grip him close. How can he turn to me after I've done this to him? Blood, blood everywhere. Jesus he was rough. Bruises on his face and arms. Both eyes puffy and black. Lip cracked. Nose bleeding but it's not broken.
"What's he done?" I murmur. "I'm sorry Mir, I'm so sorry."
He's just sobbing, clinging to me. I swear to god I'm going to kill Jay. Then there's the money. Clinging to his blood splattered body. Brush it off. It's dirty. I feel sick. Clean. He needs to get cleaned up. May I should call a doctor, he needs one.
"Mir." Stroke his hair softly. "Mir should I get a doctor?"
He shakes his head hard.
"You sure?"
He nods, stopped sobbing finally.
"Want a shower?" I murmur.
He nods, finally looks up. He's all bruised, tears stained and blotchy. God he's a mess.
"Will you stay?" whispered.
"Jesus Mir…" he sobs again. "Of coarse I'll stay, I'm not going to leave you like this, should never have left in the first place. I'm so sorry Mir, so sorry. This is all my fault."
"It's not." Sobbing again.
"Mir…" protest but I don't want to argue with him, he's upset enough as it is. "Okay it's okay now. I'm not going to leave. I'm staying right here. Not going to let that bastard near you again."
Buries his face in my chest and sobs so hard, so wretched. What have I done?

"Come on shower, you'll feel better." At least a little bit, I hope.
Help him move. He whimpers, bites his lip in pain. I should just carry him.
"S'alright Mir, keep still I'll carry you."
"I can walk." He protests.
"Please, just let me do this."
He nods. Cradle him close and shift to my feet.

He's quiet in the shower. At least he's stopped sobbing. But I think he's gone into shock. Shivering now. Hold him close, keep the water warm, wash him off, wash off the blood and the cum. Pig, Jay's a fucking pig. Mir didn't deserve this. He should have done this to me. I could handle it, not like it hasn't happened before. Not like it's much different from what I do on a daily basis. Mir slumps into me.
"Come on I'll put you to bed."
"Stay?" he begs.
"Yeah I'll stay."
"Promise?"
"Yeah I promise."
Dry him off.
"Can I take a look?" soft, gently.
Bites his lip but nods. Gentle hands, have to be careful, gentle.
"S'alright." I whisper. "I won't hurt I promise."
Torn tissue. Jay must have just thrust in then thrashed him. He's lucky, the bleeding stopped so it doesn't look like there's any internal damage. At least nothing major, nothing that won't heal with time. He's still shivering.
"It's alright. Have you got any antiseptic cream?"
He nods, reaches for a cabinet.
"I'll do it, just relax I'll take care of it." Turn back and touch his face, caress his cheeks. "I'll take care of you."
"Thankyou." So soft, tears in his eyes.
"Oh god Mir." Pull him close and hug him tight as he cries into my shoulder.
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