Disclaimer: I own nothing, except my twisted imagination.
A/N: This fic is not meant to offend anyone or cause some outrageous revolt. It is simply another product of three options: too much smutty imagination, too much time on my hands to help it thrive.
Pairing: Oliver Thredson/Lana Winters.
American Horror Story: Asylum
A Residual Haunting
Chapter Three
The hallways were pitch black, noiseless, and even a little chilly from the February wind dancing about outside the asylum's walls as the trio neared the bright candlelit office up ahead. Lana's feet padded quickly behind the nun's steps in effort to keep up as they rounded the corner to Sister Eunice's office.
"Hurry up, get inside." Sister Eunice told the small band of followers behind her, the underlying agitation in her voice evident as she held the door open and watched Lana scurry inside first.
Oliver stumbled through the door after being pushed aggressively by the guard and collided chest first into Lana's back. The door slammed behind them causing the textured glass within it to shake and Oliver felt Lana's smaller form startle from the sound. He looked down at her, noticing she hadn't moved away from him despite the fact that they were practically huddled up to one another. Something else was stealing her attention from him and his dark eyes gave her a quick evaluation from the corner of his eye. Her posture was stiff, her eyes watching Mary's confident stride over to the wooden armoire next to them, and she didn't even seem to be aware that the solid object she was leaning back against wasn't the wall, but rather him. Finally he followed the path of her gaze to see what had captivated her so and he wondered if she was actually afraid of the young nun, but the notion seemed preposterous after her typical heroic and aggressive display she put on in his cell. His eyes drifted to Mary in thought as to the types of "discipline" she must be so graciously bestowing upon the inmates in his absence.
"Alright, we all know the both of you are up to something… Even if your agenda's may be different. And I do know that what I saw going on in that cell is most certainly prohibited. So, let's just get this over with, shall we?" Mary said, turning back to give them both an awkwardly kindhearted smile in the illumination of the candles brightening the room like false sunlight.
When the nun opened the double doors to the cabinet, Oliver's thick brows knit together at seeing the array of long, wooden canes hanging from their respective hooks. They were arranged specifically from thinnest to thickest, longest and shortest. He always knew they existed after the talk he had with Kit a while back who couldn't even sit down long enough to talk about his case, but he'd never actually laid eyes on them until now.
Mary took her time, her fingers skimming over the canes while pondering in thought as to which she preferred then smiled brightly when she grabbed a long thin one. She spun around on her heel to face them, the tails of her long black habit whirling near her legs with the movement. "I would ask who wants to volunteer first, but where's the spontaneity in that?"
Lana backed up a little more into Oliver as Sister Mary bended the length of the cane in her hands, testing its pliancy before jutting the end out with a hiss as it sliced the air to point at Lana.
"It's been a long time so I think we'll start with you first, Miss Winters." she said and moved to stand by the corner of her desk.
Oliver could feel Lana beginning to tremble. She was actually afraid and for once, it wasn't of him. When she finally moved forward, his fingers shot out from the confinement of his wrist cuffs to grip the back of her brown sweater and pull her back to him.
"This is barbaric. I once thought you were such a forward thinker, but it seems you've become just the very thing you despised, Sister Eunice. Or should I call you… Jude?" Oliver said as he slid in front of Lana. "She's trained you well, hasn't she?"
Lana looked up at him in surprise at first then quickly backed away at the realization that he was in such close proximity. Never in her most terrifying dreams had she ever imagined she'd be locked in a room with not one, but two of the most unspeakable monsters to ever grace this facility. Suddenly the notion of jumping out of the nearest third story window seemed much more appealing.
Mary's eyes narrowed and she walked over to Oliver, bringing the tip of her cane directly up before his face. "What, are we trying to get in Miss. Winters good graces now that you're both in here? You surprise me, Oliver. I never thought you cared." Mary said in a soft mocking tone and tapped the desktop with the tip of her cane as a gesture for him to assume the position.
"He's not capable of caring for anyone." Lana said in a quiet voice.
"I admit it looked like something else was going on, but she wasn't looking for me. I was waiting for her..." Oliver decidedly confessed. There was going to be a punishment either way and after the ritual protocol of tortures he'd faced today, he wasn't in the mood for the nun's games.
"Really...? I don't know, Miss Winters, he seems to be awfully concerned with covering your tracks. I wonder why…." she told him with obvious irritation and smacked the desk with the cane, the crack resounding loudly through the room, "Bend… over!"
A quiet sigh of aggravation slipped from between Oliver's lips and he narrowed his eyes before slowly bending down over the desk, resting his head on his chin. Mary brusquely pulled down the elastic band of Oliver's pants to expose his pale naked buttocks and immediately let the first swat fly.
His body jerked over the desk with each swat of the thin cane and no sooner did it leave his skin did he feel the stinging welt left behind in its wake and he grit his teeth to brace himself against the impact. Now that he was on the other side, on the receiving end of the facilities unspeakable tortures, he suddenly felt like he was that little orphaned boy he once was so long ago. After all of these years here he was yet again, huddled among hundreds of others who'd been abandoned, still somehow getting into trouble because he couldn't control his urges, just to be roughly turned over someone's knee and chastised by a leather crop. Except now he'd traded out the crop for a cane. The years may have changed but the similarity of the situation had not. Part of him wanted to laugh at the irony as a way to mask the pain, but instead he found the buildup of water along his eyelids the only comfort.
Lana watched, unable to tear her eyes from the scene before her. She'd seen this over a dozen times now and every time it made her cringe and look away. From what she could see, his hands were formed into fists, his knuckles white. His short dark hair had fallen into his eyes with every jerk. But as this was happening to Oliver, she couldn't bring herself to look away. When his head turned in her direction, his face was red and he winced with the swats, but his watery eyes were directly locked with hers. For a moment, she thought she was seeing a side of him she'd never glimpsed before. It wasn't the horrid monster she'd become accustomed to looking back at her through his round glasses, it was something else entirely. Something she didn't want to allow herself to try to name, something she'd told herself wasn't there. She thought this was a moment she would enjoy, a moment that she didn't know she was dreaming of, but as she stared at the many red marks tanning his hide and the expression on his face, the satisfaction wasn't as pleasing as she thought it should be.
Suddenly the electricity of the building flickered back on with a dull hum and Mary decided to cease fire and looked down at Oliver's buttocks to admire her handy work. Once satisfied with her job well done, she pulled up the waist band of his blue pants and was careful to take notice of the wincing sound he made as the rough fabric brushed against his sensitive skin.
"Still want to be a hero?" she asked him quietly as she watched him stand to full height.
Lana watched him ignore the nun and walk slowly over to her direction, looking at her with an expression on his face similar to that of a child in need of comforting after being spanked every which way from Sunday for his disobedience from the other parent. When her expression wasn't the welcoming one he was falsely hoping for, Oliver went to stand in a distant corner.
"Well, Miss Winters, it is getting late so it looks like you're off the hook… This time." Sister Eunice said. "Pity. I was looking forward to us spending that quality time together. Although I'm sure now that he's here, there will plenty of other chances in the future."
Both inmates watched, button-lipped as the nun walked to each of them and removed the wrist cuffs, tossing them on her desk. She then moved to the office door and opened it, signaling for them to take their leave and go back into the dark heart of the beast known as the common room. They exited the room and heard it shut behind them as they made their way down the hall, Lana in the lead with Oliver close at her heels. The halls were still quiet and she remained silent, being careful to avoid any discussion of the actions that had just transpired. At this moment, the little space of her cell seemed like a home away from home and she quickened steps to get to it. But as they rounded the corner Oliver, suddenly grabbed her arms and pulled her roughly into an empty storage closet and closed the door.
"What the hell are you doing?" she said as he pulled her deeper into the closet.
Her hands felt around in the darkness until the click of the dangling string was heard and the light bulb above their heads came to life, flooding the large room with light. Her eyes widened upon realization that it was the same room she had once left him tied up in all those months ago.
"Lana..." he began, his voice deep almost shaky and she noticed the needy look on his face was still present. "You know everything happens for a reason. Something brought me to you once and after everything that's happened, it's brought me to you again. This isn't just fate anymore. This is something else…"
"I think the shock therapy must be sizzling out what's left of your brain." she said and moved to side step him, but he was quick to close the distance. He backed her up against the brick wall behind them and pressed his hands to either side of her head to pin her between them.
"I don't." he responded seriously and inched closer, his face a breath away from her own.
His eyes passed over the soft features of her face and the smooth pinkness of her skin. When Lana turned her head to avert his gaze, Oliver followed her and quickly captured her lips with his own. He sighed, sucking at them to savor their soft fullness of them. She immediately pushed against his chest and Oliver gave a look of displeasure at the fact that despite their circumstances she still rejected him. He intertwined his fingers with hers and pressed her hands to the wall at either side of her.
"Stop tortur-!" she began once she was able to free herself of his mouth, but he was quick to silence her with a harsh 'shhhh' and pressed himself flush against her front.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you… Not unless you're asking for that punishment I managed to sweep you out of." he told her firmly. "And I'm sure the second time won't be a fraction of the one I received."
Lana stared him down angrily as his fingers found her cheeks. His dark eyes flitted to her lips that had grown puffy from his recently forceful ministrations and he bit his own in apprehension then dove in to recapture his prize. His lips moved over hers almost clumsily and desperate with the need for closeness yet just as dominating until eventually his tongue found hers.
The warmth of her body pressed to his sent waves of comfort and satisfaction through him and suddenly the excitement of possibly being skin to skin was almost too much for him. Lana felt his hips grind against her own and that familiar yet unfamiliar hardness that he exposed her to in his basement long ago made itself known.
The burning of his buttocks became a thing of the past when she made a small noise into his mouth and Oliver felt a surge of delight at how feeble she could become once he'd stripped away the fight. Somewhere in the midst of it all, a large hand found its way into the front of her white panties and regardless of her muffled sounds of protest, he plunged two fingers into the tight passage between her thighs.
Immediately Oliver felt her clasping around them and her own fingers dug into the cloth of his black sweater as he continued to drink from her lips. His fingers moved inside her wet, snug confines in a deft and deep rhythm. Pulling his head back to release her lips, he watched the multitude of expressions on her face bubble to the surface as if he'd thrown a stick of dynamite into a black pond and stuck gold. Lana bit her lip as hot waves of pleasure washed through her hips with each caress of his fingers over that sensitive spot buried deep inside. He rested his forehead to hers and leaned over her, almost hypnotized by her reactions and the sudden capsize of her previous mood. The way she was effectively soaking and squeezing his fingers in a pulsating rhythm, the way her hips were beginning to rock over his hand practically made him ache to be inside her.
Suddenly the sounds of the door knob twisting and voices were heard outside the door behind them. Oliver clamped his free hand over Lana's mouth and pushed her into a dark corner behind a rickety old wooden shelf shoved against the wall just as what sounded like two orderlies came inside and closed the door.
"I don't know what the hell's going on around here, but since Sister Eunice took over, I haven't had a goddamn break in months."
The two inmates heard the sound of a cigarette being lit and Oliver's gaze remained locked on Lana's, her brown eyes filling with fear and yet just as equally dazed as his hand between her legs remained unrelenting in its silent assault and suddenly the two orderlies vanished from her mind.
"I hear ya. This place is gettin' more crowded every month. Soon we're gonna be overrun."
Oliver could feel Lana's almost labored breath against his chest and he slid a free hand under her dress, dragging the warmth of his palm up the curve of her rump and the soft sway of her hip until he found the pebbled nipple he was aiming for. Her thighs tightened around his hand the moment he plucked and rolled that sensitive little nub between his thumb and forefinger. Her back arched as those long, thick fingers drove into her until her eyes rolled behind her eyelids as she suddenly came.
"Quietly..." he whispered into her ear, the movement of his fingers slowing while carefully watching every minute of seeing her become lost to her own forbidden desires.
"Alright let's go before someone discovers us missing. God knows it only takes a second for one of these inmates to get themselves into trouble."
The two inmates listened quietly as the orderlies exited and closed the door behind them, unbeknownst to the lewd behavior occurring right under their noses. Slowly Oliver removed his fingers, but not before gently caressing that now swollen bud at the apex of her thighs with his wet middle finger. Lana slumped against the shelf for a moment in search of support on her seemingly wobbly legs. She didn't say anything and avoided his intense gaze as if it would turn her to stone if she dared to look. Finally she righted her brown sweater and pulled her dress back down into place. Oliver watched her drift quickly towards the exit and stopped in front of it, staring ahead at the rickety storage door in front of her.
"This changes nothing today..." she told him in a quiet voice from where she stood.
"Don't worry, we have all the time in the world." he retorted back, his own lust still latent in his voice.
Lana turned to see him looking at her with a dark expression as he sucked away her juices from his fingers and she reached up, clicking the light switch off then bolted out of the storage door to leave him behind in the darkness.
====To Be Continued====
A/N: Thanks for reading!