It's A Vikklan

Chapter~5

The chapter where I make sure you want me to write smut, but I don't :D

[Preston's POV]

 "Did you do something to Vikk?" I asked

"I don't know *hic* everything seems fine *hic* to me" Vikky responded "*hic* I mean it seems *hic* fine"

"How much.." I mumbled

 I turned to Robby, who pulled an empty bottle of whisky; WITH NOTHING IN IT! I grabbed Lachlan, and forced him to look at Vikk who had his legs dangling off of his chair, with his body under the table. Pretty much he was sitting upside down on his chair.

"Is he asleep?" I asked

"I hope not," Lachlan purred "I'm still hungry~"

I snuck under the table, and carried the sleeping Vikk who was hugging me on the floor as if I was a pillow. His face was in my chest, and his arms had a strong grip around me.

"You know Rob," Lachlan warned "I think we should add a shocking device to the collar"

 I struggled to get away from his grasp, but when I did I carried him to Lachlan. Vikk didn't weight much, but he has the grasping of an old Lavamob I was friends with. Never let go of anything he had, true story.

"Preston's getting punish tonight," Rob announced "And it's worst then burning his favorite cactus"

"What's worst then burning my favorite cactus" I mocked

After 4 seconds of silence, I was dragged into the room leaving Lachlan and a sleeping Vikk alone.. Which is never good, I promise you that! I was then thrown onto the bed, the shallow moon light filled the room as I closed my eyes. There was another small moment of silence until I realized what he meant, I blushed a brighter red then my hair. I dug my face into the blankets, and saw a flash of light. Looking over to Rob, I was close to tears...

"YOU BURNED THE CACTI FAMILY YOU MONSTER!" I screamed

 There sat the entire family burning in a scorching flame, no glory, nor tears, nor regrets... Only the faint sound of me screaming at Rob, for ending the mysterious cacti blood line. As the moon starts rising up like a new found love, I'm left with warm arms wrapped around me. My head against Rob's soft chest, and the sound of his heart beat was a melody to remember. The silhouette of the red strings that circled around us as we lay on the bed, was connected like a constant amount of love. Closing my eyes I could feel a rush of warmth cover my body as my mind seemed to just fade into a dream. (Gahhh.. Don't you love it when my poetry style is mixed with my romantic style? ^3^)

[Vikk's POV]

 I wasn't really drunk, I mean I was; but I knew what I was doing. Back then at a young age I fell into depression with no hope of ever finding Lachlan here, and resorted to letting myself feel free for once; pretty much I stole wine, beer, or sake. Anything I could find, and did as I plead. I could feel the light tapping of footsteps as Lachlan carried me into his room, I hoped they didn't see my mistake; faking my sudden 'sleep.'

"Vikk you're just so weird it's cute" I heard him chuckle

 I could feel the warm bed under me as I shifted around into a comfortable position, he laid next to me with his face against my neck, and his arms wrapped around me. However I was awake staring out into the glass casing of his crown, I had to throw away mine to avoid questions, and white rumors from the outside world. I felt uncomfortable all of the sudden, I felt like I should run away, I wasn't sad; no not at all, I was confused. He treats me like I'm an actual cat he found, like I'm his 'item.'