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: Not this time, sorry!!
Feedback: Yes! Love constructive responses
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Later toward evening Viggo made his way up stairs. He had left Orlando alone to sleep, not disturbing him after Sean had left. He knew Sean's examination had stressed the young man out and he figured Orlando wouldn't want to be around anyone right now.
As he entered the room he saw Orlando curled in a fetal position under the covers. Viggo walked around the bed and discovered Orlando was awake. Orlando didn't acknowledge his presence but just continued to stare at the wall.
"Hey there, you doing ok?" Viggo asked softly not wanting to scare Orlando. He got no reply. "I know it wasn't fun to get examined by Sean, but I was really worried for you and...well Sean’s the best at what he does. I just...after what you went through, it broke my heart to see you hurting."
Orlando suddenly felt a warm glow in the pit of his stomach. To hear that someone actually cared for his well being made his heart flutter. He turned to look at the older man. He stared at Viggo’s face for a few minutes studying him. His deep blue eyes held nothing but concern and tenderness. His face was strong but gentle and warm at the same time. His posture was relaxed and non-threatening. He had a small smile on his face which Orlando thought made his eyes shine with light. He saw nothing of the darkness and deceit he would always see in Mark, Tork, Alex, and Harvey.
"Why did you help me? How did you even know where I...What are you getting out of this?" Orlando asked softly. These questions had been burning in his mind since he had first laid eyes on Viggo.
"I'm not getting anything out of it. Just the good feeling that comes along with doing something nice for someone. I don't want anything from you or anyone. Well maybe your trust and friendship would be nice, but I can wait until you’re ready to give that. The 'how' and 'why' are a long story, I'll tell it to you later, but I thought perhaps a bath might make you feel a little better, does that sound good?"
Orlando brightened slightly at the idea of a bath. He hadn't had one since the kidnapping almost eight years ago. He knew he must smell rotten to Viggo. Mark had never let Orlando shower or bath. The only thing he got was a bucket of water and a rag once a week. Mark had always told him he didn’t want to fuck something that smelt like garbage. So he would scrub himself with the dirty, cold water, but he could never seem to get himself clean; he always felt dirty no matter how hard he scrubbed.
“Yeah, ok.” Orlando whispered.
“Great, I’ll go run it for you.” Viggo walked into the bathroom attached to his room and got the supplies ready for Orlando to use in the bathtub. Once the tub was filled with he went to get Orlando.
“Let me help you, I don’t want you to hurt your ribs further.” Viggo stated as he shifted Orlando into a sitting position. That was as far as he could get Orlando to go. The young man yanked his arms out of Viggo’s grasp and clasped the blanket to his chest.
The last thing Orlando wanted right now was to be naked in front of Viggo.
“You can wrap the blanket around you till we get to the tub.” Viggo said realizing what Orlando’s hesitation had been about. He watched as Orlando wrapped the blanket tighter around his chest before he once again reached out for Orlando, this time meeting no resistance.
Orlando leaned on Viggo as they walked to the bathroom, he couldn’t suppress the moan of pain that came out as the pain in his ass flared up again. He was breathing heavily by the time they arrived at the tub. It had taken all his strength to make it this far and he had to lean his head on Viggo’s arm as his neck would hardly support his head.
Orlando felt the blanket being taken away, but he didn’t have the strength to grab for it.
“Ok, just step in and we will get you settled” Orlando heard Viggo say. He tried to obey but his attempt at lifting his foot over the edge of the tub made him loose his balance.
Viggo felt Orlando wobble and quickly scooped him into his arms, gently lowering him into the warm water. Viggo smiled as he saw Orlando close his eyes and relax back into the tub. “Is the water temperature alright?”
Orlando opened his eyes and looked at Viggo. “Yeah, it’s great.”
Viggo picked up the wash cloth and got it wet with soap, he then handed it to Orlando. “Here why don’t you wash yourself while I go change the sheets and find you something to wear. When I come back I’ll help you with your hair.” Orlando nodded as Viggo left closing the door behind him.
Orlando stared after the man for a few minutes before he proceeded to carefully scrub his body. He just didn’t know what to make of Viggo. The man had been nothing but kind to him. Viggo had taken Orlando away from his prison and gave him freedom. He had kept his word about the hospital and police with the exception of Sean. But Viggo had said that was just because he had been worried. Truth be told, Orlando had been a little worried too. He didn’t know what kind of damage Mark and his friends had given him.
Orlando sighed out loud, slumping further into the warm water. He wanted to trust Viggo, he needed to trust Viggo. He had felt this way earlier also. There was something about the man that pulled Orlando to him, making him want to cling on to Viggo for protection. But could this feeling be real or just his desperation for a gentle touch. Orlando sighed again; he didn’t know what to do.
The door opened, startling Orlando out of his thoughts. “How are you coming along?” Viggo asked as he sat on the floor next to the tub. He had taken the bloody sheets and replaced them with clean ones and also changed out of his bloody clothes. “You want me to wash your hair for you now?” He saw Orlando give a slight nod before he reached for a cup and poured water over Orlando’s head.
“Sean should be over later tonight, probably after dinner.” Viggo started some small talk as he massaged shampoo into Orlando’s brown curls. He hoped that if he talked to Orlando enough then Orlando might want to talk back to him with more than just a few sentences. He wanted the boy to open up to him; to talk about life or anything at this point would do. Viggo didn’t care if the boy went on about socks, just so long as he was talking.
“I’ve known Sean a long time, he has been my best friend since college. We went to a small school out in Idaho. After we graduated he left to work here while I stayed in Idaho.” Viggo tore his eyes away from the curls now covered in white foam to see if Orlando was even listening to him. He was; Orlando had his eyes locked on Viggo’s. So Viggo continued, “Sean always wanted to live in LA, and I always wanted to lead a simple, quiet life in Idaho with my family.”
Orlando’s eyebrows rose, “You have a family?”
“Yeah, not here though. My wife and I got divorced almost ten years ago. We have a son, Henry, but he lives with his mother most of the time.”
“Why did you come to LA instead of staying close to your son?” Orlando asked.
“Well I tried it for a while, but I needed a change, I couldn’t concentrate on my work anymore, so Sean suggested I come here. I kept my ranch out there, but I don’t visit it very much.”
“What do you do?”
“I paint, I write, and I do a little bit of photography.” Viggo answered. He had rubbed Orlando’s hair far longer than necessary, but he enjoyed the feel of the silky curls against his fingertips. “How about we rinse this out now? Scoot down so we can get your head in the water.” He kept a hand under Orlando’s head for support as he washed away the shampoo. “All clean, ready to get out?” He helped Orlando stand up in the bath and seeing the vulnerable look in Orlando’s eyes quickly grabbed a towel and wrapped it around Orlando’s shoulders.
Viggo steadied Orlando as he stepped out of the tub. Orlando grabbed onto Viggo’s shoulders for support as his body started to shiver from leaving the hot water.
“Are you cold?” Viggo asked as he rubbed his hands up and down Orlando’s arms to warm him up. “I found some warm clothes for you; you can put them on as soon as you are dry.”
Viggo grabbed another towel and proceeded to rub Orlando’s hair dry.
The pair made their way slowly back to the bed where Orlando’s clothes were laid out. Viggo helped Orlando dress before he had Orlando back under the covers, leaning against the headboard.
“Is something wrong?” Viggo asked as he saw the unreadable look on Orlando’s face.
“I haven’t worn clothing for a while, it just feels weird.” Orlando explained as he averted his eyes away embarrassed.
Viggo was about to ask more but the doorbell interrupted him. “That will be Sean, he is here earlier than I thought; be right back.” Viggo left Orlando who was running his hands slowly over his clothes as if mystified by them.
“Hello Orlando, how are you doing today?” Sean asked as he came into the room and sat on the edge of the bed.
Orlando silently told himself it was ok. This was just Sean, Viggo’s friend; Viggo’s best friend. Sean wouldn’t hurt him; Viggo wouldn’t let it happen.
“I’m fine.” Orlando looked around for Viggo but didn’t spot him. “Where is Viggo?” He tried to keep the fear from leaking into his voice.
“Huh?” Sean asked looking up from the bag he was shifting through. “Oh, Viggo, he is putting away some stuff I brought, I bought some tea for you because I know the draft bugger has only coffee; awful stuff.”
Orlando felt his heart pound at being alone with Sean and he took a few deep breaths, immediately regretting it as his ribs protested the movement.
Sean saw the wince on Orlando’s face, “How about we take care of those ribs first? I have some material and ointment for the scratches.”
Orlando locked fearful eyes on Viggo as he entered the room, but relaxed slightly at his calming presence. Viggo smiled at them as he made his way over to sit near Orlando’s head.
Sean saw the interaction and noticed the calming effect Viggo had on Orlando. That’s an improvement, he thought. “Viggo, could you rub the ointment on his chest and back while I get the other stuff ready.”
“Sure.” He took the ointment from Sean and lifted up Orlando’s shirt to smooth it on.
“What other stuff?” Orlando asked uncertainly.
“Other treatments; don’t worry about it right now” Viggo insisted as he finished up. Sean came back and wrapped Orlando’s ribs with the material he had brought.
“This should stay on for a couple weeks, after every bath you should reapply the ointment and rebind your chest; Viggo can help you with that. I left plenty of supplies on the dresser.” Seeing both Orlando and Viggo nod he continued, “Also I brought some salve to help with the rectal scaring.” Sean saw Orlando flinch but continued on. “I have some lubricated bandages rolled up in a bag here. They have a mixture of healing ointments on them. All you have to do is insert one in your anal canal every night; you can take it out in the morning. Continue doing this until the pain is gone. It will help the scars heal faster.”
Orlando was looking down at the sheets trying to hide his emotions. He felt a whirlwind of emotions pass through him; fear at the pain it would cause, sadness at having to be treated like his, and mostly embarrassment at seeming weak and needy in front of Viggo.
“I know it’s not the most appealing option, but it will help in the long run, you’ll see. We will have you up and around in no time.” Sean lightly patted Orlando’s arm, but the young man wouldn’t look up.
“Are we done?” Orlando asked shakily still staring down. He just wanted to be alone right now.
“I just need to get a blood sample from you Orlando.” Sean replied.
“Why?” Orlando’s head snapped up and he pulled his arms close to his chest.
“To check on your health, to make sure nothing harmful was passed on to you by Mark and his friends.” Sean explained as calmly as he could. “We also can check to see the Iron and Vitamin levels in your body and lots of other stuff.”
“Oh.” Orlando replied softly. He had never thought about that. He knew the men had never worn condoms, but it never crossed his mind when Mark and the others had fucked him that he could get sick. He never really cared, he wanted to die anyway. But now that he was free it scared him to think that they could still affect his life like this. Orlando swallowed the lump in his throat and refused to let the tears fall. He just held out his arm to Sean and turned his head away. He sucked in a breath as he felt the needle prick his arm.
“All done.” Sean said as he put the vial in his bag. Orlando was back to looking at the sheets, so Sean motioned with his head for Viggo to follow him out into the hall.
Orlando heard the door close and immediately tears fell from his eyes. He sank down into the pillows and tried to stifle his sobs. He was mortified at others knowing his condition and what he went through. He longed to forget it all. But he was scared. So scared of what would happen to him. Sean had said he would be up and around in no time and then what? Viggo wouldn’t want a dirty whore staying around his home longer than necessary. He had no where to go, no money, no home, no family. He was utterly alone.
Orlando could hold back the sobs no more. He pushed his head into the pillows and cried. For once in his life he didn’t cry because he was afraid of the pain, but he cried because he was afraid of the future.
“He will heal physically Viggo, but I’d say we have a whole other problem on our hands regarding his mental state.” Sean said as he and Viggo walked down the stairs.
“Well than it’s a good thing he will have us to help him.” Viggo stated.
Sean looked uncertainly back at him. “What is your interest with this boy Viggo?”
“How about I tell you when I figure it out, ok? You know me Sean…I believe everything happens for a reason. Maybe I was supposed to find him for some reason or another.” Viggo defended himself.
“I don’t know Vig, but whatever, he is in our hands now. So get him to eat, he needs to gain some weight; lots of it. And give him some Advil or Tylenol, nothing stronger, I’m not sure his weakened body could handle it. Oh and get him to move around a bit each day, he won’t get any stronger lying in bed.” Sean stated.
“Want to stay for dinner?”
“Can’t, I have to get back to the bloody hospital and pretend to work.” Sean said with a smile on his face. “I’ll have his test results back in a week or so.”
“Great.” Viggo replied softly as Sean closed the door behind him.
Viggo headed back up stairs after Sean left and stopped outside the door. He could hear Orlando crying and Viggo wasn’t sure if he should disturb him or let him be. But the boys crying went straight to Viggo’s heart and pulled him into the room.
“Hey don’t cry; it’s ok.” Viggo said as he sat down by Orlando on the bed. He ran his hand through the boy’s hair as if to calm him.
Orlando jumped slightly, he had not heard Viggo come into the room, and he had expected Viggo and Sean talk downstairs longer. He pushed further into the covers to try and escape from Viggo but he couldn’t seem to stop his crying.
“Come here.” Viggo said softly as he pulled Orlando into his arms. He maneuvered back so he could rest against the headboards as he cradled Orlando’s trembling body to his chest. He expected resistance from Orlando but received none. “Everything is going to be ok, I’m here, and I’ve got you. You’re safe now.” Viggo gently cooed as he rocked Orlando, running his hand through Orlando’s dark curls as Orlando sobbed into his chest.
Orlando pushed his face into Viggo’s neck and for once let himself be comforted by another person. Even if he didn’t believe everything was going to be ok, it was still nice to be lying in a gentle embrace. Orlando felt warmth enter his body for the first time in seven years and forgot his worries for the moment. He let his mind go blank and was soon lulled to sleep by the gentle rocking motion of his savior.
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: Not this time, sorry!!
Feedback: Yes! Love constructive responses
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Later toward evening Viggo made his way up stairs. He had left Orlando alone to sleep, not disturbing him after Sean had left. He knew Sean's examination had stressed the young man out and he figured Orlando wouldn't want to be around anyone right now.
As he entered the room he saw Orlando curled in a fetal position under the covers. Viggo walked around the bed and discovered Orlando was awake. Orlando didn't acknowledge his presence but just continued to stare at the wall.
"Hey there, you doing ok?" Viggo asked softly not wanting to scare Orlando. He got no reply. "I know it wasn't fun to get examined by Sean, but I was really worried for you and...well Sean’s the best at what he does. I just...after what you went through, it broke my heart to see you hurting."
Orlando suddenly felt a warm glow in the pit of his stomach. To hear that someone actually cared for his well being made his heart flutter. He turned to look at the older man. He stared at Viggo’s face for a few minutes studying him. His deep blue eyes held nothing but concern and tenderness. His face was strong but gentle and warm at the same time. His posture was relaxed and non-threatening. He had a small smile on his face which Orlando thought made his eyes shine with light. He saw nothing of the darkness and deceit he would always see in Mark, Tork, Alex, and Harvey.
"Why did you help me? How did you even know where I...What are you getting out of this?" Orlando asked softly. These questions had been burning in his mind since he had first laid eyes on Viggo.
"I'm not getting anything out of it. Just the good feeling that comes along with doing something nice for someone. I don't want anything from you or anyone. Well maybe your trust and friendship would be nice, but I can wait until you’re ready to give that. The 'how' and 'why' are a long story, I'll tell it to you later, but I thought perhaps a bath might make you feel a little better, does that sound good?"
Orlando brightened slightly at the idea of a bath. He hadn't had one since the kidnapping almost eight years ago. He knew he must smell rotten to Viggo. Mark had never let Orlando shower or bath. The only thing he got was a bucket of water and a rag once a week. Mark had always told him he didn’t want to fuck something that smelt like garbage. So he would scrub himself with the dirty, cold water, but he could never seem to get himself clean; he always felt dirty no matter how hard he scrubbed.
“Yeah, ok.” Orlando whispered.
“Great, I’ll go run it for you.” Viggo walked into the bathroom attached to his room and got the supplies ready for Orlando to use in the bathtub. Once the tub was filled with he went to get Orlando.
“Let me help you, I don’t want you to hurt your ribs further.” Viggo stated as he shifted Orlando into a sitting position. That was as far as he could get Orlando to go. The young man yanked his arms out of Viggo’s grasp and clasped the blanket to his chest.
The last thing Orlando wanted right now was to be naked in front of Viggo.
“You can wrap the blanket around you till we get to the tub.” Viggo said realizing what Orlando’s hesitation had been about. He watched as Orlando wrapped the blanket tighter around his chest before he once again reached out for Orlando, this time meeting no resistance.
Orlando leaned on Viggo as they walked to the bathroom, he couldn’t suppress the moan of pain that came out as the pain in his ass flared up again. He was breathing heavily by the time they arrived at the tub. It had taken all his strength to make it this far and he had to lean his head on Viggo’s arm as his neck would hardly support his head.
Orlando felt the blanket being taken away, but he didn’t have the strength to grab for it.
“Ok, just step in and we will get you settled” Orlando heard Viggo say. He tried to obey but his attempt at lifting his foot over the edge of the tub made him loose his balance.
Viggo felt Orlando wobble and quickly scooped him into his arms, gently lowering him into the warm water. Viggo smiled as he saw Orlando close his eyes and relax back into the tub. “Is the water temperature alright?”
Orlando opened his eyes and looked at Viggo. “Yeah, it’s great.”
Viggo picked up the wash cloth and got it wet with soap, he then handed it to Orlando. “Here why don’t you wash yourself while I go change the sheets and find you something to wear. When I come back I’ll help you with your hair.” Orlando nodded as Viggo left closing the door behind him.
Orlando stared after the man for a few minutes before he proceeded to carefully scrub his body. He just didn’t know what to make of Viggo. The man had been nothing but kind to him. Viggo had taken Orlando away from his prison and gave him freedom. He had kept his word about the hospital and police with the exception of Sean. But Viggo had said that was just because he had been worried. Truth be told, Orlando had been a little worried too. He didn’t know what kind of damage Mark and his friends had given him.
Orlando sighed out loud, slumping further into the warm water. He wanted to trust Viggo, he needed to trust Viggo. He had felt this way earlier also. There was something about the man that pulled Orlando to him, making him want to cling on to Viggo for protection. But could this feeling be real or just his desperation for a gentle touch. Orlando sighed again; he didn’t know what to do.
The door opened, startling Orlando out of his thoughts. “How are you coming along?” Viggo asked as he sat on the floor next to the tub. He had taken the bloody sheets and replaced them with clean ones and also changed out of his bloody clothes. “You want me to wash your hair for you now?” He saw Orlando give a slight nod before he reached for a cup and poured water over Orlando’s head.
“Sean should be over later tonight, probably after dinner.” Viggo started some small talk as he massaged shampoo into Orlando’s brown curls. He hoped that if he talked to Orlando enough then Orlando might want to talk back to him with more than just a few sentences. He wanted the boy to open up to him; to talk about life or anything at this point would do. Viggo didn’t care if the boy went on about socks, just so long as he was talking.
“I’ve known Sean a long time, he has been my best friend since college. We went to a small school out in Idaho. After we graduated he left to work here while I stayed in Idaho.” Viggo tore his eyes away from the curls now covered in white foam to see if Orlando was even listening to him. He was; Orlando had his eyes locked on Viggo’s. So Viggo continued, “Sean always wanted to live in LA, and I always wanted to lead a simple, quiet life in Idaho with my family.”
Orlando’s eyebrows rose, “You have a family?”
“Yeah, not here though. My wife and I got divorced almost ten years ago. We have a son, Henry, but he lives with his mother most of the time.”
“Why did you come to LA instead of staying close to your son?” Orlando asked.
“Well I tried it for a while, but I needed a change, I couldn’t concentrate on my work anymore, so Sean suggested I come here. I kept my ranch out there, but I don’t visit it very much.”
“What do you do?”
“I paint, I write, and I do a little bit of photography.” Viggo answered. He had rubbed Orlando’s hair far longer than necessary, but he enjoyed the feel of the silky curls against his fingertips. “How about we rinse this out now? Scoot down so we can get your head in the water.” He kept a hand under Orlando’s head for support as he washed away the shampoo. “All clean, ready to get out?” He helped Orlando stand up in the bath and seeing the vulnerable look in Orlando’s eyes quickly grabbed a towel and wrapped it around Orlando’s shoulders.
Viggo steadied Orlando as he stepped out of the tub. Orlando grabbed onto Viggo’s shoulders for support as his body started to shiver from leaving the hot water.
“Are you cold?” Viggo asked as he rubbed his hands up and down Orlando’s arms to warm him up. “I found some warm clothes for you; you can put them on as soon as you are dry.”
Viggo grabbed another towel and proceeded to rub Orlando’s hair dry.
The pair made their way slowly back to the bed where Orlando’s clothes were laid out. Viggo helped Orlando dress before he had Orlando back under the covers, leaning against the headboard.
“Is something wrong?” Viggo asked as he saw the unreadable look on Orlando’s face.
“I haven’t worn clothing for a while, it just feels weird.” Orlando explained as he averted his eyes away embarrassed.
Viggo was about to ask more but the doorbell interrupted him. “That will be Sean, he is here earlier than I thought; be right back.” Viggo left Orlando who was running his hands slowly over his clothes as if mystified by them.
“Hello Orlando, how are you doing today?” Sean asked as he came into the room and sat on the edge of the bed.
Orlando silently told himself it was ok. This was just Sean, Viggo’s friend; Viggo’s best friend. Sean wouldn’t hurt him; Viggo wouldn’t let it happen.
“I’m fine.” Orlando looked around for Viggo but didn’t spot him. “Where is Viggo?” He tried to keep the fear from leaking into his voice.
“Huh?” Sean asked looking up from the bag he was shifting through. “Oh, Viggo, he is putting away some stuff I brought, I bought some tea for you because I know the draft bugger has only coffee; awful stuff.”
Orlando felt his heart pound at being alone with Sean and he took a few deep breaths, immediately regretting it as his ribs protested the movement.
Sean saw the wince on Orlando’s face, “How about we take care of those ribs first? I have some material and ointment for the scratches.”
Orlando locked fearful eyes on Viggo as he entered the room, but relaxed slightly at his calming presence. Viggo smiled at them as he made his way over to sit near Orlando’s head.
Sean saw the interaction and noticed the calming effect Viggo had on Orlando. That’s an improvement, he thought. “Viggo, could you rub the ointment on his chest and back while I get the other stuff ready.”
“Sure.” He took the ointment from Sean and lifted up Orlando’s shirt to smooth it on.
“What other stuff?” Orlando asked uncertainly.
“Other treatments; don’t worry about it right now” Viggo insisted as he finished up. Sean came back and wrapped Orlando’s ribs with the material he had brought.
“This should stay on for a couple weeks, after every bath you should reapply the ointment and rebind your chest; Viggo can help you with that. I left plenty of supplies on the dresser.” Seeing both Orlando and Viggo nod he continued, “Also I brought some salve to help with the rectal scaring.” Sean saw Orlando flinch but continued on. “I have some lubricated bandages rolled up in a bag here. They have a mixture of healing ointments on them. All you have to do is insert one in your anal canal every night; you can take it out in the morning. Continue doing this until the pain is gone. It will help the scars heal faster.”
Orlando was looking down at the sheets trying to hide his emotions. He felt a whirlwind of emotions pass through him; fear at the pain it would cause, sadness at having to be treated like his, and mostly embarrassment at seeming weak and needy in front of Viggo.
“I know it’s not the most appealing option, but it will help in the long run, you’ll see. We will have you up and around in no time.” Sean lightly patted Orlando’s arm, but the young man wouldn’t look up.
“Are we done?” Orlando asked shakily still staring down. He just wanted to be alone right now.
“I just need to get a blood sample from you Orlando.” Sean replied.
“Why?” Orlando’s head snapped up and he pulled his arms close to his chest.
“To check on your health, to make sure nothing harmful was passed on to you by Mark and his friends.” Sean explained as calmly as he could. “We also can check to see the Iron and Vitamin levels in your body and lots of other stuff.”
“Oh.” Orlando replied softly. He had never thought about that. He knew the men had never worn condoms, but it never crossed his mind when Mark and the others had fucked him that he could get sick. He never really cared, he wanted to die anyway. But now that he was free it scared him to think that they could still affect his life like this. Orlando swallowed the lump in his throat and refused to let the tears fall. He just held out his arm to Sean and turned his head away. He sucked in a breath as he felt the needle prick his arm.
“All done.” Sean said as he put the vial in his bag. Orlando was back to looking at the sheets, so Sean motioned with his head for Viggo to follow him out into the hall.
Orlando heard the door close and immediately tears fell from his eyes. He sank down into the pillows and tried to stifle his sobs. He was mortified at others knowing his condition and what he went through. He longed to forget it all. But he was scared. So scared of what would happen to him. Sean had said he would be up and around in no time and then what? Viggo wouldn’t want a dirty whore staying around his home longer than necessary. He had no where to go, no money, no home, no family. He was utterly alone.
Orlando could hold back the sobs no more. He pushed his head into the pillows and cried. For once in his life he didn’t cry because he was afraid of the pain, but he cried because he was afraid of the future.
“He will heal physically Viggo, but I’d say we have a whole other problem on our hands regarding his mental state.” Sean said as he and Viggo walked down the stairs.
“Well than it’s a good thing he will have us to help him.” Viggo stated.
Sean looked uncertainly back at him. “What is your interest with this boy Viggo?”
“How about I tell you when I figure it out, ok? You know me Sean…I believe everything happens for a reason. Maybe I was supposed to find him for some reason or another.” Viggo defended himself.
“I don’t know Vig, but whatever, he is in our hands now. So get him to eat, he needs to gain some weight; lots of it. And give him some Advil or Tylenol, nothing stronger, I’m not sure his weakened body could handle it. Oh and get him to move around a bit each day, he won’t get any stronger lying in bed.” Sean stated.
“Want to stay for dinner?”
“Can’t, I have to get back to the bloody hospital and pretend to work.” Sean said with a smile on his face. “I’ll have his test results back in a week or so.”
“Great.” Viggo replied softly as Sean closed the door behind him.
Viggo headed back up stairs after Sean left and stopped outside the door. He could hear Orlando crying and Viggo wasn’t sure if he should disturb him or let him be. But the boys crying went straight to Viggo’s heart and pulled him into the room.
“Hey don’t cry; it’s ok.” Viggo said as he sat down by Orlando on the bed. He ran his hand through the boy’s hair as if to calm him.
Orlando jumped slightly, he had not heard Viggo come into the room, and he had expected Viggo and Sean talk downstairs longer. He pushed further into the covers to try and escape from Viggo but he couldn’t seem to stop his crying.
“Come here.” Viggo said softly as he pulled Orlando into his arms. He maneuvered back so he could rest against the headboards as he cradled Orlando’s trembling body to his chest. He expected resistance from Orlando but received none. “Everything is going to be ok, I’m here, and I’ve got you. You’re safe now.” Viggo gently cooed as he rocked Orlando, running his hand through Orlando’s dark curls as Orlando sobbed into his chest.
Orlando pushed his face into Viggo’s neck and for once let himself be comforted by another person. Even if he didn’t believe everything was going to be ok, it was still nice to be lying in a gentle embrace. Orlando felt warmth enter his body for the first time in seven years and forgot his worries for the moment. He let his mind go blank and was soon lulled to sleep by the gentle rocking motion of his savior.
