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 Nine

Soft, weary brown eyes stared into the dark, brooding pair across the office while weighing the fact that without aid, there would be no safe means of getting out of this room and escape the reward of unimaginable pain if caught. Originally Lana had hoped to get in and out of the office while the asylum's security was distracted during dinner, but it appeared they were making their rounds much sooner than usual. When the time came, she always expected this would be difficult, but not impossible.

Until now….

She hadn't anticipated that the one heinous obstacle forever standing in her way was loose again until Abigail arrived tonight. But if there was anything she were sure of, it was that she knew Oliver was to blame for what was happening right now in the halls outside this office. After his last antics of hiding away in her cell, the staff was probably trying to keep a keen eye on him and must have caught wind that he was missing from dinner downstairs. Now in this dark Administrators office, both inmates stood opposite each other while security was literally crawling along the halls outside. They were trapped in an unavoidable impasse where one was desperately seeking to finally escape from this hell while the other had found home just as long as they were together.

"Why are you doing this, Oliver?" Lana queried in a quiet voice and watched his extended hand drop at his side after her reluctance to take it. For a second, she wondered if he was perhaps crazier than she ever imagined if he had any inkling that she would.

"Under normal circumstances, I find your customary doses of ambition to be quite exhausting frankly, but from what I've gathered during your conversation with that little cohort of yours downstairs… I want in." he responded coolly and gave her a slight smile. "Anywhere is better than here and if you shutting this place down will get me transferred, I'll do whatever it takes. But we need to get moving before it's too late."

Lana shook her head with a snide smile, "For the record, Oliver, I could care less what happens to you in the future once this place is closed down; just as long as you're behind someone's bars and I'm out of here for good. But right now, there's not a snowball's chance in hell I'll set foot outside this office with you."

"IF you get out… But you're not thinking rationally." he whispered and after pressing a finger to his lips as a gesture for her to be quiet, he carefully cracked the door behind him so she could hear the sounds of the security guards footsteps and jingling keys before carefully reclosing it. "You won't even make it down the hall without some help and you know it..."

Lana shook her head quickly and held the precious manila folder to her chest. A soft sigh escaped him at her reluctance to come to an agreement in coming with him and he glanced at the clock hanging high on the wall encased in metal wire.

7:27 p.m.

It was almost thirty minutes before lock down which meant someone was looking for them, most importantly him. His eyes drifted back to Lana as she clutched the folder and he suddenly realized what was holding her up and he frowned, his eyebrows crinkling as he looked at her suspiciously, "Oh I see… So we're back to pretending this is still your story."

He could tell by just looking at her that her mind was racing with the fire and determination that boiled inside her like when he'd overheard her talking about her plans for the story outside of the asylum that day while waiting eagerly for Kit Walker's arrival. When she wanted something, she would do everything in her power to get it which is why he never had doubts that she could have brought this place down a long time ago, but at the time he needed her to serve a much greater purpose.

"I hate to break it to you, Oliver, but your twisted little back story is small piece of the larger picture going on around here..." she challenged. "The nerve of you trying to make this all about you…."

"But isn't it, Lana?" he asked honestly.

"The public already knows you're a monster, Oliver, and you're more pathetic than I ever gave you credit for if you think getting my story out will somehow strengthen whatever sick legacy you've been trying to create all this time. This is my story of every disgusting thing this place and you have ever done to me." she whispered, the pent up accusations ready to ooze from her tongue with the poison that had been building inside her all this time. "Most of this is your fault..."

Looking down at his white tennis shoes, Oliver shook his head slowly. "Your ignorance is unmatched. You seem to ignore one very important thing about your story… You wouldn't have that damned story if it wasn't for me. And let me just remind you that everything that's ever happened to you was self inflicted, Lana."

"Don't!" she whispered angrily, the heat rushing to her face. Time was running out and she wasn't in the mood for his mind games. Stepping around Sister Eunice's desk, her shoulders squared and her fists balled at her side she added, "Stop trying to put me on your goddamn couch."

"You snuck in here, remember? You wanted to know what made me this way and how my mind works. And I gave you that. But once you got in… you wanted out." he whispered calmly, his eyes wandering over her challenging form with mild amusement and annoyance.

And for a second, Oliver's face softened and he averted his eyes glazed with unshed tears as he reflected upon the hurt and regret within him in remembrance of the way she'd led him on so many times in his basement by pretending to understand him. In the beginning he had his doubts about her until she finally proved that he'd found the one to make his life complete.

He had done everything for her… Risking his job to get her out, telling her his innermost secrets to lift the weight from his shoulders for relief of his lifelong torment, and even lowering himself to practice his ability to share intimacy on the cadaver of her old lover in order to sate his desire to be as close to her as possible. But once she knew the truth about him, everything changed and when she disappeared, he was left feeling used and abused. Now, after everything has gone to shit, here they are back at square one except now it was worse than they started out and were locked in the asylum together, lost to the system with a son neither of them would ever see.

"Your level of abuse knows no bounds…." she responded and when she shot him an icy stare his eyes flashed and he looked back at her as if he had been somewhere else.

"Just because we ignore the facts, it doesn't mean they'll cease to exist." Oliver responded exasperatedly at her blindness. "Truth be told, people want to know what makes me tick because knowing how I work helps them to understand how they work and recognize what's already inside them all along. It's the most primitive form of self acceptance."

The white flash of a flashlight from the hallway flickered through the textured glass of the office door, sending Oliver sliding to the side and away from of the glass while Lana scurried to duck behind the desk. They both waited silently in the slight darkness of the office, Oliver watching from his position as the moving light of the security guard passed the door and faded down the hallway outside. Lana remained where she was and finally let out a heavy exhale that the door never opened. Had someone come in to spot the asylum's most dangerous inmate in a secluded room with one of his victims, the various forms of punishment for putting herself in harm's way and sneaking into the office turned her stomach.

"So… What's it going to be?" Lana heard and her head darted up to see Oliver leaning over the desktop she was hiding behind and peering down at her little huddled form on the floor.

Lana scooted back in a frenzied motion to see him so close, bumping into the wooden chair behind the desk, her white shoes squeaking over the floor in haste to put some distance between them. He didn't move from his perch however and just propped his head up on an elbow, continuing to look down at her while her sanity hung in the balance. But Lana held his gaze, her bottom lip trembling as she swore she could see the child like amusement playing in his dark eyes and it's in moments like this that she feared him the most. The adolescent persona he kept hidden was worse than the adult guise he wore as a cover and was very much like that of any young child who had no concept of right and wrong that could and would do anything to her that he pleased. For a brief moment, she wondered if he would lie and lead her into another trap, but deep inside she knew somehow that with his experience, he was her only ticket out of here and after a long pause, Lana finally took a deep breath. Extending her hand to him slowly, trembling as it went and she suddenly felt like a little hamster placed into a child's hands, just waiting to be crushed.

The warm touch of his fingers slid along her wrist and she startled slightly, gripping the folder with her name on it to her chest that served as her lifeline so tightly she thought she might tear it in two as he carefully pulled her up from the floor. To her shock, his touch was gentle unlike the usual abrasive mannerism he used to handle her.

Lana didn't move right away, but her gaze averted as he rose to full height. His fingers curled gently around the slender bones of her wrist and to his satisfaction, she didn't pull away when he ever so gently guided her in front of him. She kept her eyes downcast and he let his eyes wander over her in the dim light of dusk creeping in through the small windows while he let the doctor in him take over and secretly feel the escalation of her pulse under his fingertips.

Buckling her fear as far in the backseat as possible, he saw her nod in agreement. A small smile spread over his face and he whispered, "Good."

Moving toward the door with her in tow, Lana's heart thundered in her ears as Oliver stuck his head out into the hall, looking back and forth to confirm it was clear.

"If this is going to work, you have to do as I specifically tell you. None of your spirited bullshit or we'll both end up in some dark hole and this will be the last time you'll ever see that folder again…" he whispered in a stern tone. "Do you understand?"

"Alright…" she responded after a long moment, her voice soft and resigned.

Keeping her close behind him, Oliver slid out of the door and quickly made his way to the end of the hall, his steps light with a practiced stealth as Lana trailed behind him quickly in effort to keep up with his longer gait. Peering around the corner, he took in his surroundings and witnessed a guard at the end of the hall disappear around another corner. Behind him, Lana heard the delicate steps of tapping heels that she'd come to recognize as none other than Sister Eunice possibly heading this way. Oliver hadn't moved however and from the sound of it, Sister Eunice was getting close… Much too close and Lana struggled to listen to the heels of Sister Eunice growing closer behind them over the drum of her pounding heart beat while Oliver watched the pattern of security down the adjacent hall.

From every direction, it seemed as if the tapping of heels and the heavy stamp of leather boots echoed louder and louder as if the brick walls breathed the sounds around them, amplifying it.

Tap, tap, tap….

Bump, Bump, Bump…

Before long, it had become too much with the possibility of getting caught with these documents and being so close in Oliver's proximity and suddenly something in Lana snapped. Her wrist was snatched from Oliver's grasp.

"I-I can't do this… I can't." she blurted under her breath. "I'll find my own way!"

Oliver felt her wrist slip and he turned, grabbing her arm before she was out of reach and pressed her up against the wall despite her resistance.

"Stop!" he whispered harshly, his expression and the firm set of his eyebrows steeling her into place. "Your panicking is will get us both caught."

Still Lana thrashed about as the footsteps grew closer and the manila folder slipped to the floor with a loud plap, the papers falling out and scattering loudly around both inmates' feet.

"Who's there?" called out a gruff voice and they froze until the sound of footsteps hurried in their direction.

Thinking quickly, he knew the Administrators hall was connected to the resident's wing and he slid across the to the nearest door. With a quick twist of the knob, he ducked inside one of the staff's bedrooms and Lana pulled against him desperately, her shoes sliding along the floor to go back for the documents laying over the floor as the footsteps closed but it was too late and Oliver dragged her inside. Before she could find a hiding spot, an arm wound around her waist, pulling her into a dark corner next to a tall, wooden dresser adjacent the door to conceal their position. A small panicked sound escaped Lana's throat and a large hand clamped over her mouth just as the door to the office swung open, flooding the other half of the room with the white light of a flashlight.

Huddled against one another, they both waited in awkward silence after finding themselves staring at their reflection in a full body mirror directly across from them that was propped up against the wall. Lana stared wide eyed, her chest heaving at the terrifyingly triggering image blaring back at her in the mirror. Her smaller body stood in front, her back flush against Oliver's front while wrapped tightly in his arms and his hand clasped tightly over her mouth. With only his brooding face mostly visible in the gradual darkness, his taller form stood behind her appearing almost ghostly as if he'd emerged from the shadows to reclaim her.

The flashlight shone around the bedroom several times before whomever it was eventually disappeared and the door shut. Oliver stole a peek at the dimly lit room. He knew there were only three resident bedrooms, two were already occupied by either The Monsignor Timothy Howard Sister Mary Eunice so undoubtedly this was most likely Sister Jude's old bedroom judging by the apparent lack of use and the untouched bed not far from the door. Lana jerked in his grasp, but he didn't release her just yet and together they listened as the sound of footsteps rushed passed the door until they faded out.

"I think we should stay here for now..." Oliver said and paused, looking down at the top of Lana's head as the sensation of wet warmth cascaded down his fingers currently clamped over her mouth and he discovered they were her tears.

The moment he released her mouth, a strangled sob escaped her lips and he quickly turned her around, ready to berate her for falling apart and loosing the documents in the hall when this whole thing was her idea in the first place. But he stopped when she went somewhat limp in his arms as she wept and with a sigh, he just let her settle to the floor in a crumpled, crying heap. Yes, what was probably their only opportunity was gone….

"No, no, shhh…" he whispered, crawling over and brushing her long brown hair out of her face as she began to sob desperately as the dream she was trying to obtain so passionately vaporized into the chilly, dank air around them. A small smile formed on his bow shaped lips and he added, "You know as well as I do that if this has happened then it was meant to be this way, but at least we won't have to suffer in here alone... We still have each oth-"

Suddenly Lana lashed out, smacking him across the face and yet it lacked her usual bite behind it. Oliver stiffened, his eyes wide for a moment, his cheek aflame with heat to the area of his skin that now stung and he gave her a look of confusion and frustration as to why she continued to fight the inevitable despite the obvious.

"Don't touch me!" she whimpered, her hands trembling and she brushed her own hair out of her face. "I have to go back…."

He grabbed her arm when she began to move, but she flailed in a tear filled fit of rage and shoved at his chest to keep him back, but he kept coming. Shoving her to the floor, Oliver grabbed her hands and pinned them to the floor at either side of her head, his fingers winding with hers as he stared down into her wet brown eyes. "You can't go back and most likely the folder is gone by now anyway."

Lana shut her eyes, her face turning away from him as tears streamed anew at the possible truth. "This is your fault… I hope you're satisfied." she sobbed. "You've got nothing left to lose and now neither do I. We've been at each other's throats long enough. You may as well finish it."

"Obviously if I wanted you dead, you would be." Oliver responded in a low voice, his dark eyes trailing over her red face beneath him and he quickly ducked his head, sealing her lips with his and swallowing the gasp that escaped her throat. "Why can't you see that?"

Ignoring his question, she wriggled slightly beneath him as his tongue slipped out, sliding along the softness of her lips in a silent request for entrance. His hands let hers go and as he quickly slid them up the bare skin of her thighs, her hands pushed at his in effort to remove them, but Oliver paid no attention. Slipping underneath the hem of her blue dress to tug down the band of her white panties, Lana's eyes widened and suddenly turned over on her belly, breaking the kiss. Quickly she moved to crawl out from under him, feeling her panties pulled roughly down her legs in one sweep as she went, but a strong hand grasped her by the hip and another into the back of her dress and pulled her back to him. Before she could respond, he'd grasped her wrists and she felt the cloth of her panties wrapped tightly around her wrists in a knot to bind the joints together. Dragging her with him over the floor to kneel in front of him before the full length mirror by her arms, he turned her to face the mirror.

"You've never given up so easily… Where's that fire you boast around so proudly, huh?" Oliver almost growled into her ear as he glared at their reflection. "Like when you stood in my living room and held that gun to my face…."

"There's not a day that goes by that I wish I'd killed you when I had the chance." she whispered back heatedly.

"In that moment, I was thinking the same thing about you... But it's pointless dwelling on the past. But… keeping pent up frustration isn't healthy, however. Expressing emotion between us doesn't always have to involve such violence." he responded and Lana watched in the mirror as his arm came around from behind and shoved her dress all the way up, exposing her belly and breasts to the cool air.

Lana started as his arm tightened around her waist to hold her against his front. Her bare skin was exposed to his eyes and her wrists twisted behind her back in her panties-turned-cuffs. But he held fast and she looked on with wide eyes as his long thick fingers passed over her smooth pale skin. Her chest heaved as he brushed several times over a nipple at first and her hips shifted as those wandering fingers roamed down her belly to pass along the warm, damp triangle between her thighs.

Carefully the pads of his fingers slid along her folds until he'd found that tiny ball of highly concentrated nerves hidden within them. "Who needs a real handgun when you've already got a semiautomatic to release your frustration right here?"

Her mouth opened immediately to berate him for the audacity, but instead she grit her teeth as Oliver's finger began to draw swirling circles into it. Eventually he slipped that long digit into the freshly wet passage hidden further down and his thumb replaced the spot his finger started with and together they caressed both those traitorously erogenous spots causing her back to arch.

In the mirror he could see her eyes screwed shut and her teeth bared but after a several minutes, her expression began to relax and her jaw went slack and all he could think about was the way the angry thoughts in her mind were melting into nothingness. He knew she wasn't capable of controlling whether or not she came and the more his fingers curled inside of her, he also knew the best part was exactly how long he could keep this up. As his fingers alternated between fast and slow, he watched every little shudder that coursed through her and the thought alone was thrilling that right now he was more in control of her body than she was.

Lana's head tilted back, her body sagging against his chest and her thighs began to tremble as pleasure pooled between her thighs like freshly heated chocolate being poured into a vat to smother the emotions settled deep in her stomach.

"Ngh… Oliver!" she breathed out and for a second he wondered if anyone outside had heard.

"Sshhhhh…. Just let it go for now, just be in the moment and forget." he whispered, not so much for her, but for himself as well to shake off the lingering affirmation that neither of them would probably ever get out of this place now.

At the notion of someone coming in, he quickly unfastened his pants while his other hand kept her distracted; giving his own swelling erection some much needed room when suddenly a quiet rush of whimpers and sighs escaped her lips and he felt her walls squeeze his questing fingers tightly, signaling she was close. Immediately his busy hand withdrew and Lana's thighs gave out causing her body to sag to the floor and lay on her side.

Her expression was somewhat stunned as the passage between her legs continued to clench and grasp in absence of his fingers despite her muddled inner thoughts screaming that she was slipping. As she lay next to him staring into the mirror while she tried to glue the shattered part of her that this place was constantly breaking, Oliver's dark eyes raked over the soft flesh of her bottom and her pink folds now soaked and glistening in the aftermath of his handiwork. He knew that despite her thoughts, his actions left her confused and, most importantly, aching terribly between her thighs.

During the time he was in solitary, all he could think about was being close to her again and now that it was in his grasp once more, his mind swam feverishly like the high he'd often felt when under the inducing medication he was given while he sat in the dark, alone in that cell.

Releasing his straining member from his underwear, Oliver grasped her bound hands behind her back and hurriedly turned her over to her stomach. Making room between her thighs, he slid himself inside her slowly and a throaty sigh escaped his lips as that very same heat and pressure that surrounded his fingers just moments ago enveloped him completely. Pulling his own blue uniform shirt up to his chest, Oliver blanketed himself over her to feel the naked skin of his belly brush against the softness of her back.

Lana made a quiet sound almost inaudible to his ears as she felt his weight atop her and the sensation of being filled completely. His hips began to move, sparking the fire inside her again that hadn't yet had a chance to cool. Thrusting slowly at first until he'd built a steady rhythm, she felt his face pressed against her jaw as heat rushed unbridled under his skin. His thick brows furrowed as her body jerked beneath him and he looked over with half lidded eyes into the mirror adjacent them to watch the whorl of expressions passing over her face. The curve of his exposed buttocks rocked against her own with each thrust, slow and deep to quick and shallow to keep her right on the edge. This was the only way he knew they both felt alive, this was where wanted her, and this was where he wanted to keep her.

Their skin grew slick with a thin sheen of sweat and Lana's gasps and sighs filled his ears. He brushed her hair away from her face and whispered her name against her skin. When she didn't respond to him, he set upon her like an unsatisfied animal. Pulling her up from the floor with him to her knees by her tied hands, he arched her back and drove into her, rolling his hips with a pace he was sure enough to make her thoughts strewn and messy and cause her mind to spin.

The air around them grew thick and she all but choked on his name as it fell from her lips. Suddenly her body stiffened, her walls clenching around him sporadically as he brutally pushed her over the edge, assaulting her body with wave after wave of sweet release. Straining muscles aching with use suddenly slowed and Lana felt the baritone of Oliver's voice rumble through her back as he let out a deep and hollow groan followed by the sudden rush of warmth as he'd also found his release.

After a moment he released her, unbinding her hands and not bothering to sit up, she scooted slowly away from him as he rose from the floor. Lana glanced to her white panties lying on the floor next to her, the fabric now stretched to ruin and she looked up out of the side of her eye at the killer who refused to let her alone as he quietly worked to right his clothing as if this was just a part of the norm. Was it too late for her? In the torrent of fear, anger, hate, and longing for a life one of them wanted and the life the other was desperately seeking to escape, the lines had blurred just now and she idly wondered if him and this place had already taken her sanity and was now trying to steal her soul.

Turning to face her, Oliver straightened his posture and buttoned the last button of the blue collar of his uniform shirt. "There is no better release of pent up frustration and stress than a prescription of physical activity." he said with a sigh and a small smile.

When he held out his hand to help her up, she shook her head and remained where she was. They'd lingered far too long anyway so deciding to leave her be for now, Oliver proceeded to the door. It wouldn't do for them to be seen together and he poked his head out into the hall to see if it was clear.

Since he was alone again with nothing to prove what he'd been up to, he disappeared and moved quickly down the hall. Running his fingers through his hair and grasping the strands, his dark eyes searched the floor desperately for the folder she'd dropped. There was only a short amount of time before lock down. He rounded the corner to make sure it wasn't missed and bumped into the small form of the red haired psych that he somehow knew would serve as the bane of every purpose he had left to hold onto. His brows furrowed in confusion as to why she was standing there watching him when her arm came from behind her back to hold up a manila folder before his eyes. With a suspicious look, she read the name on the sticker.

"Lana Winters… Looking for this?"

====To be continued====

A/N: Thank you for reading! I hope it was enjoyed and there's still more to come. :)