My First Fic...
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vigorliTitle: When Worlds Collide
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bahama_breeze77
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Vigorli
Warning: AU, angst, rape/non-con, hurt/comfort
Summary: When an older man finds an abused boy and gets mixed up in problems bigger than he can handle, can he help the boy put his life back together or will the evils of the world be too much for the both of them…
Feedback: Yes! Love constructive responses
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Orlando slowly came to the surface of consciousness and the first thing he noticed was the pain undulating within his body. As his eyes focused he saw he was still lying on the bloody mattress. The strong sent of iron from the blood mixed with the smell of sex assaulted his nostrils and made his stomach turn.
He knew he was going to be sick, so he tried to push himself up off the mattress but couldn’t move due to the pain. He turned his head to the side right as he threw up the contents of his stomach next to him on the mattress. It hurt. He had thrown up before and it had never hurt that much.
Sliding his hand lightly over his chest, he gasped in pain as he touched a few ribs he guessed were broken. He didn’t remember how it had happened, it could have been when the men were beating him, or when Harvey had been sitting on his chest, or maybe they had done something else to him after he had passed out.
It hurt to breathe; he tried to take small breaths as he turned his attention back to his wounds. He felt sharp pains everywhere but the worst was coming from his ass. He closed his eyes, trying to block out the memories, he didn’t even want to see what kind of damage they had given him down there.
He tried to push himself up again, but his arms were shaking so bad he fell back down, jarring his body in the process. He cried out again at the pain. He carefully rolled onto his side, ignoring the pain in his body and the painful pull his back gave, away from the vomit to stare at the door.
He vaguely remembered Mark shaking him awake last night after he had passed out. Mark had taken the cuffs off him and said he would give Orlando a whole day to recover before he had his turn. Then Mark had left; leaving Orlando helpless and bleeding until he had passed out again.
Orlando realized that the toys were still scattered all over the floor; still covered in his blood. Looking at them made his stomach jerk again, but he had nothing left to expel from his stomach.
He pulled his legs up to his chest; tears falling as the dried blood reopened his wounds.
He cried harder as the minutes went by, crying because of the pain, and because he hated his life and wanted nothing more than for it to end. He cursed his beauty and men for thinking they could take advantage of him like this. He craved for a gentle touch and for someone to show him friendship and love. He wanted someone to touch him without causing pain, he dimly remembered when his mother use to do that, it’s amazing the things people take for granted.
The pain was made worse by the shaking the sobs caused, but Orlando couldn’t stop, he didn’t want to. He needed to cry for all the misery, anger and loneliness he felt raging inside of him.
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Viggo got out of his car and walked across the parking lot trying to stay hidden in the shadows. He tried the door and found it locked tight. He didn’t want to break the door open in plain sight so he decided to go around the back to check if there was a back door by the dumpsters.
There was, this door was locked with a chain and a combination lock. Viggo thought he might be able to break the chain open with something.
He walked over to the dumpster and looked around at the contents lying around it. He saw a long piece of metal and picked it up; it looked like a part to an old bike or something. He put it in between two of the links and tried to pry them apart but the mental was too small and kept slipping. Viggo wasn’t sure he could make the links snap open using anything at all.
He went back over to the trash and continued to look around. After a few minutes he spotted another piece of mental, it looked almost like a crowbar. He raised it and brought it down hard on the lock twice before the lock broke in two. He quickly unwound the chain and went in, pulling the door shut behind him.
After he let his eyes adjust to the dark, he walked out of the small room he found himself in and ended up behind the bar. He looked around for the hallway he had spotted earlier and found it across the room.
He walked down it and found himself facing a closed door. As quietly as he could he slowly opened the door and was surprised at what he found. It was a tiny bathroom.
He closed the door; confused. He knew he saw the two guys come from this hallway; they couldn’t have both been in the bathroom, right? They both wouldn’t be able to fit as it was so small. Shit. Did he miss something? Now what?
Feeling confused and stupid he started to walk back down the hallway when his foot caught on something on the floor. Bending down he grabbed it and pulled. It didn’t budge. Feeling around he felt a large square cutout and quickly realized the object in his hand was a handle and he was currently crouched on a trap door. Feeling around some more he felt a bolt. Grabbing it he slid it sideways and tried to lift up on the handle again. The door came open this time and he cautiously peered down into the hole.
Gathering his courage he swung his feet down and waited for them to connect with the stairs before he made his decent down into the darkness. Once at the bottom he spotted a lantern giving off a soft glow. Glancing around he saw only two ways to go; left or right.
Picking the left he walked down that dark hallway feeling the walls for any doors. It was very short and had a small alcove at the end with boxes piled ceiling high.
Swearing softly, Viggo retraced his footsteps and went down the right hallway. This hallway was just as dark but was much longer. After a few minutes of walking and not finding any sign of a door he stopped dead in his tracks and held his breath. He thought he had heard something. Continuing to listen he heard something that sounded like stifled breathing. Quietly walking closer to what he now recognized as a door he heard the sound again only this time he realized it was sobbing he was hearing.
Without thinking he ran to the door and opened it. It was a small room with little lighting but enough to make out the form of a naked body covered in blood lying on an equally dirty mattress. Taking a few steps into the room he gasped in horror at what he saw. It wasn’t a girl that was being assaulted down here as he had thought but a boy. And it wasn’t just any boy; it was the boy from the missing persons add.
“Oh my god.” Muttered Viggo under his breath, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. The kid was curled up with his hands covering his head, like he was trying to ward off a blow. Viggo could hear him trying to hold in his sobs.
Orlando had heard the footsteps coming toward the room and had been devastated. Mark said he wouldn’t bother him for a whole day and yet he was standing in his room.
Viggo walked over to the young man and knelt by the mattress and gently pulled one of the arms away from the young mans head.
As Orlando’s arm was pulled away he finally saw it wasn’t Mark but some new man he had never seen before. He was confused for about two seconds before panic kicked in.
“No!” He yelled, flailing his arms and trying to scoot away from the man, his pain be damned. “No! Stop! Please it’s too soon. He said he would give me a day. Please don’t…” Orlando trailed off as he collapsed back into a crying fit.
Viggo had been unprepared for the violent reaction. His heart broke as the young man started to cry again. He had an overpowering urge to take the boy into his arms and make all the hurts go away, but he figured the kid wasn’t ready to be touched yet.
“Shhhhh.” Viggo spoke calmly over the crying. “I’m not going to hurt you, I promise. Hey, stop crying and look at me. It’s ok now. I won’t hurt you. Shhhhh.”
Orlando quieted down; he didn’t want to be beat for not listening. “Please don’t.” Orlando whispered. Finally he looked up at the older man.
“I’m not going to hurt you; I’ve come to help you get out of here, your going to be ok.”
Orlando didn’t believe the man for a second, what game was he playing? He would just gain Orlando’s trust and then fuck him only to leave him down here.
Viggo could see the fear in the boy’s eyes and as he quickly looked over the injuries, he spotted for the first time, the chain around the boy’s neck. He was sickened by the thought that the boy had been chained down here and treated like an animal. He reached out and caught hold of the chain, ignoring the boys flinch and sudden tears of fear. He examined it and saw that there was a lock by the back of the neck. He needed the key. Mark probably had it. He thought that the small piece of metal he found earlier might be able to break the lock, but he had left that outside.
“I have to go get something to break this with” Viggo told the frightened boy, racking his brain for the kid’s name. “Orlando is your name right? I’ll be right back.”
How did the man know his name? He must know Mark than right? Orlando lay confused after Viggo had left. The man couldn’t be serious could he? Would the man really help Orlando get free after seven years down here? Orlando felt a foreign tingling sensation in his heart, something he hadn’t felt in a long time; hope.
After about ten minutes he felt the hope slowly start to fade, the man wasn’t coming back; it really was just some sick game. He felt tears slide down his cheeks as he closed his eyes to sleep but the footsteps on the stairs had him snapping awake. He was afraid that Mark was going to end up walking through the door laughing.
Orlando gave a quiet sigh of relief when the strange man walked in the door carrying something black in his hand. He was afraid the man was going to beat him with it.
“I’m going to try and pry the lock off; I need you to roll onto your stomach.”
Orlando was just about to refuse but something made him want to trust this man, he had nothing to loose, so he rolled on to his stomach remembering to late about the broken ribs.
Viggo jumped as he heard the young man cry out. “Are you ok?” he asked concerned. The boy had buried his face in the mattress and was breathing heavily and didn’t reply. Viggo realized he probably rolled onto an injury, but looking at the kid covered in bruises and blood he couldn’t make out any obvious injuries. “I’ll be quick.” He stuck the bar between the lock and chain and twisted it sideways, trying to get the lock to snap in two. He pushed as hard as he dared; not wanting to choke the boy. After a minute, the rusty metal of the lock broke and Viggo pushed it through the chain and carefully unwound it from the boys neck, the skin underneath it was rubbed raw and discolored from the metal and rust.
Orlando felt the chain give away and gave a sob of relief. He felt hope growing in his heart and for the first time believed the man might actually get him out of here.
Viggo grabbed the dirty blanket from across the room and went back to crouch near the boy. “Lets get out of here, can you walk?”
“I think so.” Came the shaky reply. He knew he couldn’t but he wasn’t going to say anything that might provoke the man into leaving him here.
Viggo gently grabbed the boy’s arms and helped him sit up.
Orlando cried out as it aggravated his injuries. He felt the man pull him to his feet and he swayed for a minute before he could stand under his own power. Viggo put the blanket around the boy to hide his nakedness and took one of his arms to steer him from the room. Viggo heard the young man moan as they started walking.
“It’s ok. Take it easy.” He soothed.
Orlando was in terrible pain and by the time they got down the hall and by the stair case, he was shaking so bad he had to lean against the older man for support. He was exhausted. He had never walked this much in the last seven years.
Viggo felt the boy’s legs give out on the second stair and he quickly put his arms around the boy’s waist to keep him from falling. Viggo felt the kid slump against him and breath heavily against his chest.
“I can’t…” Orlando gasped, tears running down his cheeks. His body was seizing up from the pain and all his strength was now being used to stay conscious. He expected the older man to say ‘just kidding!’ any moment now and chain him up again.
Viggo lifted the young man into his arms careful of his injuries and walked up the steps. The boy didn’t weigh a thing; Viggo could feel his ribs standing out as he carried him. It made Viggo wonder what was done to the boy and how long he had been down here. He suddenly wanted nothing more than to nurse this young man back to health and take car of him as best he could. Once they got in the hallway he closed the trap door and pushed the bolt back into place with his foot.
When he entered the bar area he saw car lights flash through the window. Shit! Someone had just pulled into the parking lot. He went to the darkest side of the bar and slid to the floor behind one of the tables in the corner. He leaned back against the wall and looked down at the young man in his arms. The boy’s eyes were glazed over from pain and he had a confused look on his face. “Stay quiet!” Viggo whispered.
They both heard the sound of a key in the lock and then the door swung open.
“Fucking hell, where did I leave it!” cursed Mark as he strolled into the room and up to the bar.
Viggo felt the young man start to shake when he heard Mark’s voice.
“Please don’t let him get me!” Orlando pleaded quietly; forgetting his fear of Viggo for the moment.
Viggo pulled the boy closer to him and pushed Orlando’s head against his chest when the tears started. He curled himself around the boy and prayed to whatever god that was out there that Mark wouldn’t turn the lights on.
Viggo tightened his grip even more on the young man as Mark suddenly looked up and started to walk across the room toward them.
Viggo was prepared to fight if they were discovered.
Author:
bahama_breeze77 Rating: NC17
Pairing: Vigorli
Warning: AU, angst, rape/non-con, hurt/comfort
Summary: When an older man finds an abused boy and gets mixed up in problems bigger than he can handle, can he help the boy put his life back together or will the evils of the world be too much for the both of them…
Feedback: Yes! Love constructive responses
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Orlando slowly came to the surface of consciousness and the first thing he noticed was the pain undulating within his body. As his eyes focused he saw he was still lying on the bloody mattress. The strong sent of iron from the blood mixed with the smell of sex assaulted his nostrils and made his stomach turn.
He knew he was going to be sick, so he tried to push himself up off the mattress but couldn’t move due to the pain. He turned his head to the side right as he threw up the contents of his stomach next to him on the mattress. It hurt. He had thrown up before and it had never hurt that much.
Sliding his hand lightly over his chest, he gasped in pain as he touched a few ribs he guessed were broken. He didn’t remember how it had happened, it could have been when the men were beating him, or when Harvey had been sitting on his chest, or maybe they had done something else to him after he had passed out.
It hurt to breathe; he tried to take small breaths as he turned his attention back to his wounds. He felt sharp pains everywhere but the worst was coming from his ass. He closed his eyes, trying to block out the memories, he didn’t even want to see what kind of damage they had given him down there.
He tried to push himself up again, but his arms were shaking so bad he fell back down, jarring his body in the process. He cried out again at the pain. He carefully rolled onto his side, ignoring the pain in his body and the painful pull his back gave, away from the vomit to stare at the door.
He vaguely remembered Mark shaking him awake last night after he had passed out. Mark had taken the cuffs off him and said he would give Orlando a whole day to recover before he had his turn. Then Mark had left; leaving Orlando helpless and bleeding until he had passed out again.
Orlando realized that the toys were still scattered all over the floor; still covered in his blood. Looking at them made his stomach jerk again, but he had nothing left to expel from his stomach.
He pulled his legs up to his chest; tears falling as the dried blood reopened his wounds.
He cried harder as the minutes went by, crying because of the pain, and because he hated his life and wanted nothing more than for it to end. He cursed his beauty and men for thinking they could take advantage of him like this. He craved for a gentle touch and for someone to show him friendship and love. He wanted someone to touch him without causing pain, he dimly remembered when his mother use to do that, it’s amazing the things people take for granted.
The pain was made worse by the shaking the sobs caused, but Orlando couldn’t stop, he didn’t want to. He needed to cry for all the misery, anger and loneliness he felt raging inside of him.
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Viggo got out of his car and walked across the parking lot trying to stay hidden in the shadows. He tried the door and found it locked tight. He didn’t want to break the door open in plain sight so he decided to go around the back to check if there was a back door by the dumpsters.
There was, this door was locked with a chain and a combination lock. Viggo thought he might be able to break the chain open with something.
He walked over to the dumpster and looked around at the contents lying around it. He saw a long piece of metal and picked it up; it looked like a part to an old bike or something. He put it in between two of the links and tried to pry them apart but the mental was too small and kept slipping. Viggo wasn’t sure he could make the links snap open using anything at all.
He went back over to the trash and continued to look around. After a few minutes he spotted another piece of mental, it looked almost like a crowbar. He raised it and brought it down hard on the lock twice before the lock broke in two. He quickly unwound the chain and went in, pulling the door shut behind him.
After he let his eyes adjust to the dark, he walked out of the small room he found himself in and ended up behind the bar. He looked around for the hallway he had spotted earlier and found it across the room.
He walked down it and found himself facing a closed door. As quietly as he could he slowly opened the door and was surprised at what he found. It was a tiny bathroom.
He closed the door; confused. He knew he saw the two guys come from this hallway; they couldn’t have both been in the bathroom, right? They both wouldn’t be able to fit as it was so small. Shit. Did he miss something? Now what?
Feeling confused and stupid he started to walk back down the hallway when his foot caught on something on the floor. Bending down he grabbed it and pulled. It didn’t budge. Feeling around he felt a large square cutout and quickly realized the object in his hand was a handle and he was currently crouched on a trap door. Feeling around some more he felt a bolt. Grabbing it he slid it sideways and tried to lift up on the handle again. The door came open this time and he cautiously peered down into the hole.
Gathering his courage he swung his feet down and waited for them to connect with the stairs before he made his decent down into the darkness. Once at the bottom he spotted a lantern giving off a soft glow. Glancing around he saw only two ways to go; left or right.
Picking the left he walked down that dark hallway feeling the walls for any doors. It was very short and had a small alcove at the end with boxes piled ceiling high.
Swearing softly, Viggo retraced his footsteps and went down the right hallway. This hallway was just as dark but was much longer. After a few minutes of walking and not finding any sign of a door he stopped dead in his tracks and held his breath. He thought he had heard something. Continuing to listen he heard something that sounded like stifled breathing. Quietly walking closer to what he now recognized as a door he heard the sound again only this time he realized it was sobbing he was hearing.
Without thinking he ran to the door and opened it. It was a small room with little lighting but enough to make out the form of a naked body covered in blood lying on an equally dirty mattress. Taking a few steps into the room he gasped in horror at what he saw. It wasn’t a girl that was being assaulted down here as he had thought but a boy. And it wasn’t just any boy; it was the boy from the missing persons add.
“Oh my god.” Muttered Viggo under his breath, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. The kid was curled up with his hands covering his head, like he was trying to ward off a blow. Viggo could hear him trying to hold in his sobs.
Orlando had heard the footsteps coming toward the room and had been devastated. Mark said he wouldn’t bother him for a whole day and yet he was standing in his room.
Viggo walked over to the young man and knelt by the mattress and gently pulled one of the arms away from the young mans head.
As Orlando’s arm was pulled away he finally saw it wasn’t Mark but some new man he had never seen before. He was confused for about two seconds before panic kicked in.
“No!” He yelled, flailing his arms and trying to scoot away from the man, his pain be damned. “No! Stop! Please it’s too soon. He said he would give me a day. Please don’t…” Orlando trailed off as he collapsed back into a crying fit.
Viggo had been unprepared for the violent reaction. His heart broke as the young man started to cry again. He had an overpowering urge to take the boy into his arms and make all the hurts go away, but he figured the kid wasn’t ready to be touched yet.
“Shhhhh.” Viggo spoke calmly over the crying. “I’m not going to hurt you, I promise. Hey, stop crying and look at me. It’s ok now. I won’t hurt you. Shhhhh.”
Orlando quieted down; he didn’t want to be beat for not listening. “Please don’t.” Orlando whispered. Finally he looked up at the older man.
“I’m not going to hurt you; I’ve come to help you get out of here, your going to be ok.”
Orlando didn’t believe the man for a second, what game was he playing? He would just gain Orlando’s trust and then fuck him only to leave him down here.
Viggo could see the fear in the boy’s eyes and as he quickly looked over the injuries, he spotted for the first time, the chain around the boy’s neck. He was sickened by the thought that the boy had been chained down here and treated like an animal. He reached out and caught hold of the chain, ignoring the boys flinch and sudden tears of fear. He examined it and saw that there was a lock by the back of the neck. He needed the key. Mark probably had it. He thought that the small piece of metal he found earlier might be able to break the lock, but he had left that outside.
“I have to go get something to break this with” Viggo told the frightened boy, racking his brain for the kid’s name. “Orlando is your name right? I’ll be right back.”
How did the man know his name? He must know Mark than right? Orlando lay confused after Viggo had left. The man couldn’t be serious could he? Would the man really help Orlando get free after seven years down here? Orlando felt a foreign tingling sensation in his heart, something he hadn’t felt in a long time; hope.
After about ten minutes he felt the hope slowly start to fade, the man wasn’t coming back; it really was just some sick game. He felt tears slide down his cheeks as he closed his eyes to sleep but the footsteps on the stairs had him snapping awake. He was afraid that Mark was going to end up walking through the door laughing.
Orlando gave a quiet sigh of relief when the strange man walked in the door carrying something black in his hand. He was afraid the man was going to beat him with it.
“I’m going to try and pry the lock off; I need you to roll onto your stomach.”
Orlando was just about to refuse but something made him want to trust this man, he had nothing to loose, so he rolled on to his stomach remembering to late about the broken ribs.
Viggo jumped as he heard the young man cry out. “Are you ok?” he asked concerned. The boy had buried his face in the mattress and was breathing heavily and didn’t reply. Viggo realized he probably rolled onto an injury, but looking at the kid covered in bruises and blood he couldn’t make out any obvious injuries. “I’ll be quick.” He stuck the bar between the lock and chain and twisted it sideways, trying to get the lock to snap in two. He pushed as hard as he dared; not wanting to choke the boy. After a minute, the rusty metal of the lock broke and Viggo pushed it through the chain and carefully unwound it from the boys neck, the skin underneath it was rubbed raw and discolored from the metal and rust.
Orlando felt the chain give away and gave a sob of relief. He felt hope growing in his heart and for the first time believed the man might actually get him out of here.
Viggo grabbed the dirty blanket from across the room and went back to crouch near the boy. “Lets get out of here, can you walk?”
“I think so.” Came the shaky reply. He knew he couldn’t but he wasn’t going to say anything that might provoke the man into leaving him here.
Viggo gently grabbed the boy’s arms and helped him sit up.
Orlando cried out as it aggravated his injuries. He felt the man pull him to his feet and he swayed for a minute before he could stand under his own power. Viggo put the blanket around the boy to hide his nakedness and took one of his arms to steer him from the room. Viggo heard the young man moan as they started walking.
“It’s ok. Take it easy.” He soothed.
Orlando was in terrible pain and by the time they got down the hall and by the stair case, he was shaking so bad he had to lean against the older man for support. He was exhausted. He had never walked this much in the last seven years.
Viggo felt the boy’s legs give out on the second stair and he quickly put his arms around the boy’s waist to keep him from falling. Viggo felt the kid slump against him and breath heavily against his chest.
“I can’t…” Orlando gasped, tears running down his cheeks. His body was seizing up from the pain and all his strength was now being used to stay conscious. He expected the older man to say ‘just kidding!’ any moment now and chain him up again.
Viggo lifted the young man into his arms careful of his injuries and walked up the steps. The boy didn’t weigh a thing; Viggo could feel his ribs standing out as he carried him. It made Viggo wonder what was done to the boy and how long he had been down here. He suddenly wanted nothing more than to nurse this young man back to health and take car of him as best he could. Once they got in the hallway he closed the trap door and pushed the bolt back into place with his foot.
When he entered the bar area he saw car lights flash through the window. Shit! Someone had just pulled into the parking lot. He went to the darkest side of the bar and slid to the floor behind one of the tables in the corner. He leaned back against the wall and looked down at the young man in his arms. The boy’s eyes were glazed over from pain and he had a confused look on his face. “Stay quiet!” Viggo whispered.
They both heard the sound of a key in the lock and then the door swung open.
“Fucking hell, where did I leave it!” cursed Mark as he strolled into the room and up to the bar.
Viggo felt the young man start to shake when he heard Mark’s voice.
“Please don’t let him get me!” Orlando pleaded quietly; forgetting his fear of Viggo for the moment.
Viggo pulled the boy closer to him and pushed Orlando’s head against his chest when the tears started. He curled himself around the boy and prayed to whatever god that was out there that Mark wouldn’t turn the lights on.
Viggo tightened his grip even more on the young man as Mark suddenly looked up and started to walk across the room toward them.
Viggo was prepared to fight if they were discovered.
