Euronymous

Chapter Twenty Four

T/W - sexual themes, mature themes

The sun had begun to rise, and the birds began chirping. I groaned a little, my neck sore from the angle I'd slept in. Øystein and I were cuddled up in the backseat of the Volvo, draped in blankets. The air was freezing - I could see my breath. I felt him start to stretch as he woke. He planted a soft kiss on my hair.
"Morning, Peach." He murmured sleepily, voice husky from the cold air.
Now that the sun was up, I wondered how things would be between us. I had so many questions, but I didn't want to ruin the moment, or worse... scare him away.
I smiled at him as I sat up, running my hands through my hair as I yawned.
The drive home was quieter - we were both exhausted. It was a comfortable quiet though. He'd rested his hand on my knee most of the drive, grazing his thumb gently over my jeans. He finally pulled up at my house and cut the engine, turning to me with a small smile.
"You working today?" He asked. I groaned.
"Don't remind me." I laughed, looking at the time. It was still early - at least I had plenty of time for a nap before my closing shift tonight. He chuckled.
"I'll see you later, then."
I leant in nervously, pressing my lips to his. After a few seconds, he pulled away and kissed my cheek. I got out of the car, a pang of disappointment in my stomach as he drove away.

I looked up at the map beside me as I sat on Øystein's desk. Red pins littered across it, spanning several countries and continents. I knew they indicated other bands sending him their music, and he would usually send something in return - like pen pals of sorts.
The black cord of the necklace twirled between my fingers idly - it was chicken bone, not actually Pelle's skull. The relief I'd felt when he'd let me in on his secret was enough for me to cry. Of course, nobody else knew the truth.
Øystein returned, taking his seat in front of me, spreading my legs and sliding his chair closer to embrace me. I giggled as his hands pushed me lightly into him. He buried his face in my chest and I could feel him kissing me over my shirt.
"What're you doing?" I tried to shove him away gently, but he groaned playfully and refused to budge. He looked up at me, his big eyes full of mischief.
"I can't help myself," His husky voice muttered and his hand moved to under my shirt, creeping toward my breasts. "You're a fucking temptress." He continued, groping me as I gasped lightly.
"I wasn't doing anything..." I insisted, smirking down at him.
He shrugged, lifting my shirt and taking a handful of my breast, gently gliding my nipple over his tongue. "You didn't have to." He murmured against my skin, sending chills down my spine.
I groaned, in both annoyance and pleasure.
"They'll be here any second." I reminded him reluctantly. I wanted him to take me right there on his desk as his teeth nipped gently at me. He knew it drove me wild.
As if I'd summoned them, there was a loud knock on the door and the sound of it opening. Øystein groaned but pulled back, letting my shirt fall.
Varg and Hellhammer walked in. Hellhammer wolf whistled and winked at me.
"Interrupting are we?" He grinned as he approached the desk, Varg following behind me, face hard as he glared at me. Apparently he wasn't my biggest fan after the night in the cellar.
Øystein's face fell, becoming serious as he glared at Hellhammer. He slid his chair back and I jumped off the desk, wordlessly exiting the room.
Øystein was appointing Varg as Mayhem's new bass player.
I didn't fully understand it, but it seemed as though it was his effort to keep Varg from one-upping him in everything he did.
He'd confirmed that Varg had burned down the church last week. Besides that, he tried not to talk about him much - I could tell he got under his skin so I avoided him as a topic.
He'd also mentioned that the Helvete cellar was a meeting place for 'The Black Circle' - their most trusted friends. I'd giggled when he told me and teased him slightly about having a clubhouse.
I sat in Faust's loft cave, watching tv absentmindedly for a while. Faust was reading a magazine at the counter and we'd laughed, exchanging glances when an old woman had walked in by mistake.
After a while, Hellhammer walked out alone.
"Beer run. Want anything?" He asked me but I declined and watched him leave. Varg and Øystein were in the office a while longer before they came out. Øystein's eyes found mine and he motioned his head toward his office. I followed, passing Varg without a glance.