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…
Beta: Byfyre02, thanks so much girl!!
Feedback: Yes! Love constructive responses
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Mark walked closer and closer to the hiding pair but just as he was about to reach the table they were hiding behind, a shrill ringing noise cut the silence. Mark turned and walked quickly back to the bar to answer the phone.
“Yeah……where was it......fine stay there then, I’m on my back home then if it’s all settled……good to hear.” Mark threw down the phone and walked out the door and locked it.
A few moments later Viggo heard the car start up and drive away. He released a breath he wasn’t aware he had held. He loosened his grip on the boy and looked down at him. The boy had tear streaks on his face and was breathing heavily. Viggo thought he looked dazed and he wondered if the young man actually knew what was really happening.
Viggo got back to his feet with the boy still in his arms and quickly walked behind the bar to the little room. He pushed the door open with his foot and walked out. As he did that he felt Orlando stir in his arms for the first time since Mark left.
Orlando looked around the filthy lot, at the dumpsters and trash and thought he had never seen something so nice in his life. He felt the cool air sooth his hurting body and the clean smell of the outdoors made his heart beat faster. He was finally outside after seven years of seeing nothing but wooden walls. Suddenly the closeness of the man made his breath catch.
“Put me down, let me go! Please.” He cried as he tried to wiggle out of Viggo’s arms. Now that he had a glimpse of freedom he wanted to keep it. There was no way he was going to let the man take him. He didn’t want to end up locked in another basement.
Viggo didn’t want to put the boy down but with the kids wiggling he was afraid he might drop him. He put the boy on his feet, but kept a hold of his arms to keep him upright.
“Look I know you don’t trust me, but I can’t just leave you here. You’re injured and you have no clothes. Besides, I seriously doubt you could walk out of the parking lot by yourself, let alone to some place safe.” Viggo told the boy as calmly as he could. “Let me take you to the hospital, they can help you there and protect you. I’ll call the police on the way ok?”
Orlando got hysterical at this point. “No! Please no hospital, they can get me there, no police! No no no no no. Please no please. I don’t want to go back. They will get me!” Orlando broke off as he started to hyperventilate.
Viggo was confused. He didn’t understand why the kid would refuse help. All he knew was he needed to try to get the boy calm before he hurt himself worse.
“Calm down Orlando. It’s ok. I promise I won’t call the police or take you to the hospital.” Yet anyway, Viggo added silently. “I’ll take you back to my house and we will figure out what to do.”
Orlando was shaking his head. “Just….let me….go.” He struggled to get out. He could feel the world start to spin and he his vision got blurry.
Viggo could see the boys eyes roll back in his head as he collapsed to the ground. Viggo caught him before his head struck the ground and once again lifted him into his arms. He hurried to his car once again keeping in the shadows and laid Orlando down in the passenger seat.
Once he was on the road he argued with himself about where to take Orlando. He knew the kid needed medical attention but wanted to respect the kid’s wishes about not getting help for the time being. Did Orlando not want to go to the hospital because Mark could get him there? He wondered if that was what the young man had meant. Could Mark come into
the hospital and claim him, they were family after all? Viggo really didn’t know about all the laws and regulations the hospital followed.
Finally he made his decision.
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Viggo carried the unconscious young man upstairs and laid him down on his bed. He gently peeled the dirty blanket from around Orlando and felt a wave of remorse roll over him as he saw Orlando’s beaten body. In the light of his bedroom he could finally see bruises covering almost every inch of Orlando’s body, although most of them were covered with dried blood.
He lowered his eyes to the blood that covered Orlando’s thighs and felt his chest tighten. He didn’t understand how anyone could hurt such an innocent kid. Wanting to know the extend of the damage, he carefully rolled Orlando on his side and pried his butt cheeks apart making the unconscious man moan in pain.
Viggo was horrified at the sight that greeted him. The cuts were still bleeding lightly; the area was red and inflamed. After rolling Orlando onto his back again he left to get a bowl of warm water and a rag.
Returning, he sat next to Orlando on the bed. He studied the kids face.
He is so beautiful, thought Viggo, even with the blood and bruises.
He ran his hand lightly over Orlando’s head pushing the curly hair back from his face. Running the wet rag over Orlando’s face gently, he cleaned the dirt and blood away as best he could. It made Viggo wonder when the last time it was the boy had been given a shower. Next he ran the cloth over his neck, arms and chest. As he cleared the blood away he saw many scratches over the kid’s body that looked suspiciously like whip marks. He carefully cleaned each and every one of them with clean water. Then he continues on to his legs.
After Viggo was done with Orlando’s front he carefully rolled Orlando on to his stomach; being careful with what he could now clearly see as broken ribs. He found Orlando’s back to be in the same shape as his chest. Viggo cleaned it with just as much care as he showed to Orlando’s chest.
Viggo paused at this point, he didn’t know how to deal with the injuries Orlando had suffered from the rapes. Picking up the rag once more, he gently parted the round globes and dabbed around the hole; getting most of the blood and come off him. He felt tears come to his eyes as he thought about the pain the boy must have gone through.
Viggo looked back up at the kid and saw him shaking; he was still unconscious and Viggo felt worry that he hadn’t awakened yet.
Standing up Viggo lifted Orlando and placed him higher on the bed; pulling the covers up to his chin. He then grabbed a chair from the corner of the room and pulled it over to the bed. Viggo sat down determined to watch over Orlando as the young man slept.
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Throbbing pain…Orlando felt nothing but pain as he awoke. He turned his head away from the blinding morning light that was streaming in through the window next to him.
Wait a minute, what window? Orlando thought, I have no window.
Orlando came fully awake as he looked around the strange room he was in. He spotted a man sleeping hunched in a chair next to him. Suddenly Orlando remembered that this man had helped him escape from Mark, but where was he now? This room didn’t look like a hospital room. Orlando remembered his from when he had broken his back at sixteen; it had been dull and white and smelt like stale plastic. This room was painted in colorful splashes; it looked like someone had taken buckets of bright paint and had thrown them at the walls. Maybe the hospitals had upgraded their look in the past seven years? He doubted it.
A sharp pain in his chest focused his attention on his body. He pushed the covers down a little and saw that someone, the man probably, had cleaned him. Most of the blood and dirt had been washed away, but it would take many more scrubbings for him to get totally clean. Orlando wondered if the man had done anything else to him while he was asleep. Even if the man had helped him, it didn’t mean anything, he still didn’t trust him. After all he was in the man’s bed, naked.
Looking back at the man, he was startled to see the man’s eyes open and watching him. He suddenly felt overcome with fear.
“Morning, I hope you slept well.”
“Where am I?” Orlando asked in a shaky voice. His hand unconsciously went to his neck to feel for a chain.
“I brought you back to my house, you said you didn’t want to go to the hospital or call the police so I really didn’t know what else to do…” Viggo trailed off as he realized he was babbling. Now that he had the boy here and safe in his bed, he didn’t know what the hell to do with him. He saw Orlando still had a distrustful look in his eye so he set out to try and sooth his fears.
“I sponged some of the dirt and blood off you last night. I thought it would make you feel better this morning. I didn’t do anything else to you I swear. I’m not that kind of man Orlando. I’m nothing like those guys that kept you prisoner.”
Orlando looked into his eyes and saw no lie. It eased his fears a little and he relaxed slightly. “Who are you?”
“I’m sorry.” Viggo said sheepishly. “I forgot to tell you my name yesterday. It’s Viggo.” He finished; holding out his had to Orlando.
Orlando flinched away from the extended hand on reflex, but Viggo gave him a small smile and continued to hold his hand out. Orlando looked at the man in confusion. His brain told him not to trust him. He was a whore after all; this man could only want one thing. But something in his heart told him to reach out to this man. And that’s what he did.
He shuttered as his hand was encased in Viggo’s large warm hand. Viggo’s touch was gentle and nothing like Mark’s rough hands.
Viggo gently lowered Orlando’s hand back to the bed. “You’re not my prisoner here, Orlando. You can leave at anytime but I would feel better if you stayed here for a while till you heal.” Viggo knew the physical healing would come much faster than the mental, but he realized he wouldn’t mind if Orlando never left.
Orlando felt a warm sensation in the pit of his stomach. He wasn’t used to someone being nice to him; it made him nervous all of a sudden.
Knowing Orlando was still a little scared Viggo decided to change the subject. “Would you like something to eat? You’re much to skinny.” He saw Orlando’s face flush with embarrassment and hated himself for the next question he had to ask. “Orlando, how much did Mark feed you everyday?” If Mark had feed him very little amounts, than Viggo didn’t want to change the amount right away. It wouldn’t be healthy.
Orlando withdrew into himself at the mention of Mark; he didn’t want to talk about Mark or anything that went on during his captivity. He looked away from the man and stayed quiet.
Viggo didn’t push Orlando into telling him. Just by looking at the boy he could tell it wasn’t much. “I’ll just bring you some broth.” He said as he walked out of the room and downstairs to the kitchen. He didn’t want to feed Orlando anything to heavy, for fear his stomach wouldn’t be able to hold it down.
As he walked back into the room he saw Orlando looking out the window, seemingly fascinated by the trees blowing in the wind. He sat the bowl on the night stand and sat on the edge of the bed; he felt Orlando tense up next to him.
“You should sit up a little, do you need help?” He saw Orlando shake his head violently and struggle to raise himself up against the headboards. Viggo’s hands itched to help the young man and ease his pain but he understood that Orlando didn’t want to be touched. Once the young man was reclined against the pillows, he handed Orlando the bowl. He saw Orlando’s hands start to shake and quickly added his hands to help support the bowl.
He looked at Orlando and saw a thin layer of sweat on his face and figured the kid didn’t have enough strength to support it. He picked up the spoon and brought it to Orlando’s mouth.
Orlando felt ashamed that he couldn’t hold the bowl, or feed himself. He wanted to refuse Viggo’s help but he was too tired to care right now. He ate half the bowl before he shook his head and turned away from the older man, closing his eyes. He was full and wanted nothing more than to sleep and escape the pain and fear for awhile. He felt the man start to lower him back down to the bed. He didn’t struggle; if the man was going to take him there was nothing he could do about it at this point.
Viggo knew Orlando had fallen back to sleep before his head even touched the pillow by the way the boy’s body when limp in his arms. He tucked the covers around the boy and shut the window shades plunging the room into darkness.
“Sleep peacefully.” Viggo whispered as he made his way downstairs to make a long overdue phone call.
Author:
bahama_breeze77Rating: 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…
Beta: By
fyre02, thanks so much girl!! Feedback: Yes! Love constructive responses
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Mark walked closer and closer to the hiding pair but just as he was about to reach the table they were hiding behind, a shrill ringing noise cut the silence. Mark turned and walked quickly back to the bar to answer the phone.
“Yeah……where was it......fine stay there then, I’m on my back home then if it’s all settled……good to hear.” Mark threw down the phone and walked out the door and locked it.
A few moments later Viggo heard the car start up and drive away. He released a breath he wasn’t aware he had held. He loosened his grip on the boy and looked down at him. The boy had tear streaks on his face and was breathing heavily. Viggo thought he looked dazed and he wondered if the young man actually knew what was really happening.
Viggo got back to his feet with the boy still in his arms and quickly walked behind the bar to the little room. He pushed the door open with his foot and walked out. As he did that he felt Orlando stir in his arms for the first time since Mark left.
Orlando looked around the filthy lot, at the dumpsters and trash and thought he had never seen something so nice in his life. He felt the cool air sooth his hurting body and the clean smell of the outdoors made his heart beat faster. He was finally outside after seven years of seeing nothing but wooden walls. Suddenly the closeness of the man made his breath catch.
“Put me down, let me go! Please.” He cried as he tried to wiggle out of Viggo’s arms. Now that he had a glimpse of freedom he wanted to keep it. There was no way he was going to let the man take him. He didn’t want to end up locked in another basement.
Viggo didn’t want to put the boy down but with the kids wiggling he was afraid he might drop him. He put the boy on his feet, but kept a hold of his arms to keep him upright.
“Look I know you don’t trust me, but I can’t just leave you here. You’re injured and you have no clothes. Besides, I seriously doubt you could walk out of the parking lot by yourself, let alone to some place safe.” Viggo told the boy as calmly as he could. “Let me take you to the hospital, they can help you there and protect you. I’ll call the police on the way ok?”
Orlando got hysterical at this point. “No! Please no hospital, they can get me there, no police! No no no no no. Please no please. I don’t want to go back. They will get me!” Orlando broke off as he started to hyperventilate.
Viggo was confused. He didn’t understand why the kid would refuse help. All he knew was he needed to try to get the boy calm before he hurt himself worse.
“Calm down Orlando. It’s ok. I promise I won’t call the police or take you to the hospital.” Yet anyway, Viggo added silently. “I’ll take you back to my house and we will figure out what to do.”
Orlando was shaking his head. “Just….let me….go.” He struggled to get out. He could feel the world start to spin and he his vision got blurry.
Viggo could see the boys eyes roll back in his head as he collapsed to the ground. Viggo caught him before his head struck the ground and once again lifted him into his arms. He hurried to his car once again keeping in the shadows and laid Orlando down in the passenger seat.
Once he was on the road he argued with himself about where to take Orlando. He knew the kid needed medical attention but wanted to respect the kid’s wishes about not getting help for the time being. Did Orlando not want to go to the hospital because Mark could get him there? He wondered if that was what the young man had meant. Could Mark come into
the hospital and claim him, they were family after all? Viggo really didn’t know about all the laws and regulations the hospital followed.
Finally he made his decision.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Viggo carried the unconscious young man upstairs and laid him down on his bed. He gently peeled the dirty blanket from around Orlando and felt a wave of remorse roll over him as he saw Orlando’s beaten body. In the light of his bedroom he could finally see bruises covering almost every inch of Orlando’s body, although most of them were covered with dried blood.
He lowered his eyes to the blood that covered Orlando’s thighs and felt his chest tighten. He didn’t understand how anyone could hurt such an innocent kid. Wanting to know the extend of the damage, he carefully rolled Orlando on his side and pried his butt cheeks apart making the unconscious man moan in pain.
Viggo was horrified at the sight that greeted him. The cuts were still bleeding lightly; the area was red and inflamed. After rolling Orlando onto his back again he left to get a bowl of warm water and a rag.
Returning, he sat next to Orlando on the bed. He studied the kids face.
He is so beautiful, thought Viggo, even with the blood and bruises.
He ran his hand lightly over Orlando’s head pushing the curly hair back from his face. Running the wet rag over Orlando’s face gently, he cleaned the dirt and blood away as best he could. It made Viggo wonder when the last time it was the boy had been given a shower. Next he ran the cloth over his neck, arms and chest. As he cleared the blood away he saw many scratches over the kid’s body that looked suspiciously like whip marks. He carefully cleaned each and every one of them with clean water. Then he continues on to his legs.
After Viggo was done with Orlando’s front he carefully rolled Orlando on to his stomach; being careful with what he could now clearly see as broken ribs. He found Orlando’s back to be in the same shape as his chest. Viggo cleaned it with just as much care as he showed to Orlando’s chest.
Viggo paused at this point, he didn’t know how to deal with the injuries Orlando had suffered from the rapes. Picking up the rag once more, he gently parted the round globes and dabbed around the hole; getting most of the blood and come off him. He felt tears come to his eyes as he thought about the pain the boy must have gone through.
Viggo looked back up at the kid and saw him shaking; he was still unconscious and Viggo felt worry that he hadn’t awakened yet.
Standing up Viggo lifted Orlando and placed him higher on the bed; pulling the covers up to his chin. He then grabbed a chair from the corner of the room and pulled it over to the bed. Viggo sat down determined to watch over Orlando as the young man slept.
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Throbbing pain…Orlando felt nothing but pain as he awoke. He turned his head away from the blinding morning light that was streaming in through the window next to him.
Wait a minute, what window? Orlando thought, I have no window.
Orlando came fully awake as he looked around the strange room he was in. He spotted a man sleeping hunched in a chair next to him. Suddenly Orlando remembered that this man had helped him escape from Mark, but where was he now? This room didn’t look like a hospital room. Orlando remembered his from when he had broken his back at sixteen; it had been dull and white and smelt like stale plastic. This room was painted in colorful splashes; it looked like someone had taken buckets of bright paint and had thrown them at the walls. Maybe the hospitals had upgraded their look in the past seven years? He doubted it.
A sharp pain in his chest focused his attention on his body. He pushed the covers down a little and saw that someone, the man probably, had cleaned him. Most of the blood and dirt had been washed away, but it would take many more scrubbings for him to get totally clean. Orlando wondered if the man had done anything else to him while he was asleep. Even if the man had helped him, it didn’t mean anything, he still didn’t trust him. After all he was in the man’s bed, naked.
Looking back at the man, he was startled to see the man’s eyes open and watching him. He suddenly felt overcome with fear.
“Morning, I hope you slept well.”
“Where am I?” Orlando asked in a shaky voice. His hand unconsciously went to his neck to feel for a chain.
“I brought you back to my house, you said you didn’t want to go to the hospital or call the police so I really didn’t know what else to do…” Viggo trailed off as he realized he was babbling. Now that he had the boy here and safe in his bed, he didn’t know what the hell to do with him. He saw Orlando still had a distrustful look in his eye so he set out to try and sooth his fears.
“I sponged some of the dirt and blood off you last night. I thought it would make you feel better this morning. I didn’t do anything else to you I swear. I’m not that kind of man Orlando. I’m nothing like those guys that kept you prisoner.”
Orlando looked into his eyes and saw no lie. It eased his fears a little and he relaxed slightly. “Who are you?”
“I’m sorry.” Viggo said sheepishly. “I forgot to tell you my name yesterday. It’s Viggo.” He finished; holding out his had to Orlando.
Orlando flinched away from the extended hand on reflex, but Viggo gave him a small smile and continued to hold his hand out. Orlando looked at the man in confusion. His brain told him not to trust him. He was a whore after all; this man could only want one thing. But something in his heart told him to reach out to this man. And that’s what he did.
He shuttered as his hand was encased in Viggo’s large warm hand. Viggo’s touch was gentle and nothing like Mark’s rough hands.
Viggo gently lowered Orlando’s hand back to the bed. “You’re not my prisoner here, Orlando. You can leave at anytime but I would feel better if you stayed here for a while till you heal.” Viggo knew the physical healing would come much faster than the mental, but he realized he wouldn’t mind if Orlando never left.
Orlando felt a warm sensation in the pit of his stomach. He wasn’t used to someone being nice to him; it made him nervous all of a sudden.
Knowing Orlando was still a little scared Viggo decided to change the subject. “Would you like something to eat? You’re much to skinny.” He saw Orlando’s face flush with embarrassment and hated himself for the next question he had to ask. “Orlando, how much did Mark feed you everyday?” If Mark had feed him very little amounts, than Viggo didn’t want to change the amount right away. It wouldn’t be healthy.
Orlando withdrew into himself at the mention of Mark; he didn’t want to talk about Mark or anything that went on during his captivity. He looked away from the man and stayed quiet.
Viggo didn’t push Orlando into telling him. Just by looking at the boy he could tell it wasn’t much. “I’ll just bring you some broth.” He said as he walked out of the room and downstairs to the kitchen. He didn’t want to feed Orlando anything to heavy, for fear his stomach wouldn’t be able to hold it down.
As he walked back into the room he saw Orlando looking out the window, seemingly fascinated by the trees blowing in the wind. He sat the bowl on the night stand and sat on the edge of the bed; he felt Orlando tense up next to him.
“You should sit up a little, do you need help?” He saw Orlando shake his head violently and struggle to raise himself up against the headboards. Viggo’s hands itched to help the young man and ease his pain but he understood that Orlando didn’t want to be touched. Once the young man was reclined against the pillows, he handed Orlando the bowl. He saw Orlando’s hands start to shake and quickly added his hands to help support the bowl.
He looked at Orlando and saw a thin layer of sweat on his face and figured the kid didn’t have enough strength to support it. He picked up the spoon and brought it to Orlando’s mouth.
Orlando felt ashamed that he couldn’t hold the bowl, or feed himself. He wanted to refuse Viggo’s help but he was too tired to care right now. He ate half the bowl before he shook his head and turned away from the older man, closing his eyes. He was full and wanted nothing more than to sleep and escape the pain and fear for awhile. He felt the man start to lower him back down to the bed. He didn’t struggle; if the man was going to take him there was nothing he could do about it at this point.
Viggo knew Orlando had fallen back to sleep before his head even touched the pillow by the way the boy’s body when limp in his arms. He tucked the covers around the boy and shut the window shades plunging the room into darkness.
“Sleep peacefully.” Viggo whispered as he made his way downstairs to make a long overdue phone call.
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Date: 2005-05-17 01:31 pm (UTC)very sweet! love it!
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Date: 2005-05-18 04:09 am (UTC)I just...Don't know what to say, other than you really, truly are a brilliant writer and I love how you built up all of this.
It's not a kind of build-up you read everyday.
As much as the first few chapters made me want to be sick, left my jaw dropped, and tears brimming my eyes, I absolutely love this story.
I can't wait for the next chapter. It's wonderful, love.
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