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
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Mark got to the bar an hour before opening so he could have some alone time with Orlando. He had not checked up on the kid at all yesterday. He knew Tork and Harvey had beaten the youth pretty bad and didn’t want to fuck him right after that. He was afraid the kid would just pass out from the pain and ruin all his fun. He liked his play thing awake and squirming when he fucked him so he could take pleasure in the screams and moans.
Heading down the dark hallway he pushed the door open to Orlando’s cell, “How is my beautiful whore doing this morning? I hope you’re ready for…” He trailed off as his eyes fell on an empty room.
Mark stood frozen for about two seconds before he let out a frustrated yell, “Fucking Hell!” He stormed over to the mattress and picked up the chain that now held nothing captive and threw it at the wall.
Fuming, Mark rapidly walked back up the stairs to the bar and grabbed the phone, dialing a number with bruising force. “Alex! You need to get the guys and get your asses down to the bar now!”
“Mark, we are at work. What’s going on?” Alex’s gruff voice came back over the line.
“I don’t give a flying fuck what you’re doing! We have a serious problem, the fucking kid is gone!”
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Viggo awoke to find Orlando still snuggled in his arms. He had held Orlando until the sobbing eventually tapered off and Orlando had fallen asleep. Viggo realized he must also have dozed off. Looking at the clock on the night stand, it read 6:30 AM; they had both slept through the night. It didn’t surprise Viggo; he had been tired from staying up all night with Orlando after he had rescued him.
Viggo shifted slightly to get his body in a more comfortable position. He was stiff from staying in an upright position all night and his neck hurt from the awkward angle it had been laid in against the headboard. But he didn’t want to move and wake Orlando from his slumber.
He looked down at the young man in his arms and his breath was taken away at how angelic Orlando looked. In his sleep all lines of worry and pain were absent from his face. Against his silky brown curls, his skin was pale and smooth, and Viggo couldn’t resist running his finger over the perfectly sculptured cheekbone. He could understand why Orlando attracted so much attention; but he couldn’t comprehend how someone could hurt someone as innocent looking as Orlando was. He suddenly wanted to keep Orlando in his arms forever and protect him from the big bad world.
Viggo felt Orlando stir in his arms and quickly looked away; he didn’t want Orlando to know he was looking, afraid it would make Orlando uncomfortable. He felt the young man tense slightly in his arms and he risked a look down at Orlando, Orlando looked him right back in the eye. Not seeing much fear in the boy’s eyes he started to break the silence but Orlando beat him to it.
“I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to break down or fall asleep.” Orlando softly explained as he tried to maneuver off of Viggo’s lap.
Viggo helped Orlando lay back on the bed and then stood up to stretch out his stiff muscles. “It’s ok, I’m glad you did. It’s not healthy to keep your emotions bottled up inside you.”
Orlando gave no reply, he just looked away. Viggo’s stomach growled at that moment.
“Well it seems I need to eat. Are you hungry?” He was answered by a tiny nod. “Great, I’ll go make us some breakfast, you can continue to rest till then.”
Orlando realized he wasn’t tired because for once he had gotten a peaceful sleep. No nightmares or waking up in a cold sweat. He knew it was because of Viggo’s presence that he was able to sleep so well. He had felt safe and protected in Viggo’s arms. He knew now, after last night, that Viggo was trustworthy and this gave him a bout of courage. Viggo was just about out the door when Orlando called out to him.
“Viggo?” When Viggo turned back around and looked at him his courage slipped and he once again looked at the bed sheets. “I…I haven’t…I just wanted to thank you.” He looked up at Viggo, “You know; f…for everything.”
Viggo smiled brightly at Orlando, “You’re welcome Orlando.” He replied as he walked out of the room.
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Mark, Alex, Tork, and Harvey were sitting around one of the bar booths in complete silence. Mark was red in the face from having paced back and forth in anger while waiting for the others to arrive. He looked like a kettle about to go off; he could hardly keep from smashing something in his rage. Alex and the other two men were just as angry; they had thoughtful, murderous looks on their faces as they tried to decide what to do.
“Ok, we know the lock was broken with a piece of metal, that metal bar wasn’t in there before. So there had to have been someone helping him.” Alex stated finally breaking the silence
“How? No one knew he was down there!” roared Mark.
“Well the fucking lock was broken on the back door, so obviously someone came in!” Alex shouted back.
“We need to find out who took him; we need some kind of fucking plan!” Mark shouted at the others. “Could we dust for fingerprints?”
“No, the metal bar is too small to get a complete fingerprint from.” replied Alex.
Silence once again descended on the room.
“I got a plan.” Harvey declared after a few minutes.
“Yeah I got one too.” Affirmed Tork.
“Me too.” Stated Alex.
“Good, whoever gets that little fucker back will have the pleasure of breaking him!”
Mark said with a murderous glint in his eye.
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Later that evening found Viggo helping Orlando down the steps. He took Sean’s advice about getting Orlando out of bed and decided Orlando might like to look at something other than his bedroom walls. By the time they got to the bottom step Viggo was more or less carrying Orlando instead of helping him walk.
“Easy now; let’s sit you on the couch.” Viggo steered Orlando toward the side of the room but stopped as he felt resistance from Orlando.
“Can we go outside?” Orlando asked breathlessly. His ribs and ass hurt from the climb down but when he saw the slider door and bright sunshine beyond it, he immediately felt the closeness of the walls and wanted free air. He had spent too much of his life within dark walls and was going to enjoy the sun any chance he got. He had been surprised when Viggo asked him if he wanted to go sit downstairs for a while, he had thought the protective man wouldn’t let him move from the bed while he was still in pain.
“Sure, I don’t see any problem with that.” Viggo thought the bright sun might be good for Orlando’s pale skin.
The pair made their way outside to two lounge chairs sitting by the pool, Viggo helped Orlando to recline against one and then plopped himself down on the other one after moving it so he could look at Orlando.
They sat in silence for a while as Orlando closed his eyes and tipped his head into the soft breeze that was blowing. Viggo smiled slightly at the contented sigh Orlando made as the breeze blew his curls away from his face.
“How is the pain level? You can take some more medicine in a few hours.” Viggo interrupted the silence. He mentally kicked himself as he saw the relaxed look turn into a more guarded one.
“It’s fine.” Was the reply Viggo got; he couldn’t tell if it was a lie or not. “Really, I’m used to being in pain, I’ll deal with it.” Orlando said softly as he turned his head away.
That was the most information he had gotten out of the young man about his life and he instantly wanted to know more but knew better than to push the subject of his captivity.
“So tell me about yourself Orlando. You know all about me already.” Which was true, anytime they were together Viggo would always fill in the silence with stories from his life.
“What do you want to know?” Orlando asked guardedly. He had no desire to tell about his time as Mark’s whore, he didn’t want to even think on it himself.
“I don’t know. Where you’re from, how old you are, what you like, what you don’t like, anything you want to tell me.” Viggo replied steadily.
Orlando was quiet for a time before he started to speak. He had to really think about his old life, it seemed more like a dream than real. “I was born and raised in England, a little town just outside London. I was raised by my mother after my father died when I was a kid. As for my age…I have no clue…what year is it?” Orlando had tried to keep track of the days when he was in Marks cellar, but after he got to day 245 he stopped counting. He thought it might be better if he didn’t know.
The question threw Viggo for a loop and he wondered again at how long Orlando had been in that basement. “It’s 2005.” He saw Orlando’s eyebrows rise slightly.
“I guess that makes me twenty-five. I was eighteen when…” Orlando cut off suddenly.
Viggo felt his heart skip a beat. He was eighteen when what? When Mark had taken him? Viggo felt sick at the thought that Orlando had been down there seven years. How could he have survived that?
Viggo saw Orlando look at the ground but didn’t really think he was actually seeing it. Orlando had a far off look in his eye and a heartbreaking expression on his face.
“Ok so I know your age and your birth place, tell me more.”
“What? My likes and dislikes? Well…I liked anything extreme. Bungee jumping, skydiving, surfing, you name it, my friends and I did it. I liked the danger of it I guess, but I paid for it, I’ve broken just about every bone in my body, including my back when I was about sixteen or so.”
Viggo noticed the emotionless way Orlando talked about his past and the way he referred to his likes in the past tense. It was like he had cut himself off from the man he used to be. “Wow, that’s quite the hospital bill.”
“Not really, they thought I would never walk again, but I did walk out two weeks later.”
“Amazing.”
Orlando shrugged. “Well I have my mother’s support. Had. I had her support.”
“Where is she?” Viggo asked gently.
Orlando tensed as the conversation steered toward topics he didn’t want to think on. But he answered none the less. “Dead, she died right before Mark…after I had graduated high school.” Orlando grew quiet. He looked away as a tear rolled down his cheek and he quickly wiped it away.
A heavy silence filled the air. Viggo wanted to take the young man into his arms and show love to him to make the sadness go away. Instead he once again started up a conversation to lighten the mood.
“So when I was in high school I wanted to go to college for farming.” Viggo saw
Orlando’s raised eyebrow held a question in it. “Well I loved horses and animals, so I thought; what the hell, I should farm. I knew I could do that and keep my painting career easily. But it wasn’t for me; I found my paintings too distracting. So I bought my ranch instead and just raised horses on it. What about you? What were your dreams as a little boy?”
“I wanted to be an actor.” Orlando smiled slightly. He looked out toward the trees as he spoke. “When I was young, I would imagine I was a famous actor, with thousands of fans and banks full of money. I always told myself once I got enough money from acting I would build myself a big mansion out in the wilderness of Alaska.”
“Alaska! Why there?” Viggo saw the far away look of Orlando’s eyes. His eyes were glazed over with memories and something else Viggo couldn’t quite define; it was like an eagerness you see in children when you offer them a cookie. Viggo thought it might be the first positive emotion Orlando had shown yet and he wanted it to stay there forever.
“I’ve always loved space; the northern lights to be exact. I wanted to be able to go out every night and lie on the deck and just lose myself in them. They’re so wonderful, so brilliant and colorful. Have you ever seen them Viggo?” Orlando asked suddenly, looking at the older man.
Viggo shook his head no.
“Well I have once. My father took me on a fishing trip there when I was nine.” Orlando turned back to look at the trees as memories once again overtook him. “I don’t really remember the trip that well, but I do remember my father and I went fishing at night once and the northern lights lit up the skies for us. It was nothing short of magical; almost like we were in a dream. I couldn’t believe that something as unpleasant and appalling as dust could create something so beautiful. It made me feel small being under something so big and powerful; I knew that in comparison to the universe I would always be small and unimportant. But that was ok because it gave me a sense of hope and security. And I figured if I lived there then I could feel that way for the rest of my life. But its funny how life turns out sometimes; not everyone’s dreams come true. I’ve learned that much.” Orlando sighed as he looked to the ground again.
Viggo swallowed the lump in his throat, he wanted to say something to comfort the boy, but had no idea what. “Well…you’re still young, you’ll get there someday.”
“I don’t know, something in my gut tells me I won’t.”
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“Tork lets go with your plan first, what do we need to do?” Mark asked as hope rose in him and his anger disappeared somewhat.
“Make our way to the hospital first. Lets get in the car and I’ll explain the rest…” Tork answered. He hoped his plan worked, he could almost feel Orlando under him, begging for mercy as he broke the kid once and for all.
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
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Mark got to the bar an hour before opening so he could have some alone time with Orlando. He had not checked up on the kid at all yesterday. He knew Tork and Harvey had beaten the youth pretty bad and didn’t want to fuck him right after that. He was afraid the kid would just pass out from the pain and ruin all his fun. He liked his play thing awake and squirming when he fucked him so he could take pleasure in the screams and moans.
Heading down the dark hallway he pushed the door open to Orlando’s cell, “How is my beautiful whore doing this morning? I hope you’re ready for…” He trailed off as his eyes fell on an empty room.
Mark stood frozen for about two seconds before he let out a frustrated yell, “Fucking Hell!” He stormed over to the mattress and picked up the chain that now held nothing captive and threw it at the wall.
Fuming, Mark rapidly walked back up the stairs to the bar and grabbed the phone, dialing a number with bruising force. “Alex! You need to get the guys and get your asses down to the bar now!”
“Mark, we are at work. What’s going on?” Alex’s gruff voice came back over the line.
“I don’t give a flying fuck what you’re doing! We have a serious problem, the fucking kid is gone!”
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Viggo awoke to find Orlando still snuggled in his arms. He had held Orlando until the sobbing eventually tapered off and Orlando had fallen asleep. Viggo realized he must also have dozed off. Looking at the clock on the night stand, it read 6:30 AM; they had both slept through the night. It didn’t surprise Viggo; he had been tired from staying up all night with Orlando after he had rescued him.
Viggo shifted slightly to get his body in a more comfortable position. He was stiff from staying in an upright position all night and his neck hurt from the awkward angle it had been laid in against the headboard. But he didn’t want to move and wake Orlando from his slumber.
He looked down at the young man in his arms and his breath was taken away at how angelic Orlando looked. In his sleep all lines of worry and pain were absent from his face. Against his silky brown curls, his skin was pale and smooth, and Viggo couldn’t resist running his finger over the perfectly sculptured cheekbone. He could understand why Orlando attracted so much attention; but he couldn’t comprehend how someone could hurt someone as innocent looking as Orlando was. He suddenly wanted to keep Orlando in his arms forever and protect him from the big bad world.
Viggo felt Orlando stir in his arms and quickly looked away; he didn’t want Orlando to know he was looking, afraid it would make Orlando uncomfortable. He felt the young man tense slightly in his arms and he risked a look down at Orlando, Orlando looked him right back in the eye. Not seeing much fear in the boy’s eyes he started to break the silence but Orlando beat him to it.
“I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to break down or fall asleep.” Orlando softly explained as he tried to maneuver off of Viggo’s lap.
Viggo helped Orlando lay back on the bed and then stood up to stretch out his stiff muscles. “It’s ok, I’m glad you did. It’s not healthy to keep your emotions bottled up inside you.”
Orlando gave no reply, he just looked away. Viggo’s stomach growled at that moment.
“Well it seems I need to eat. Are you hungry?” He was answered by a tiny nod. “Great, I’ll go make us some breakfast, you can continue to rest till then.”
Orlando realized he wasn’t tired because for once he had gotten a peaceful sleep. No nightmares or waking up in a cold sweat. He knew it was because of Viggo’s presence that he was able to sleep so well. He had felt safe and protected in Viggo’s arms. He knew now, after last night, that Viggo was trustworthy and this gave him a bout of courage. Viggo was just about out the door when Orlando called out to him.
“Viggo?” When Viggo turned back around and looked at him his courage slipped and he once again looked at the bed sheets. “I…I haven’t…I just wanted to thank you.” He looked up at Viggo, “You know; f…for everything.”
Viggo smiled brightly at Orlando, “You’re welcome Orlando.” He replied as he walked out of the room.
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Mark, Alex, Tork, and Harvey were sitting around one of the bar booths in complete silence. Mark was red in the face from having paced back and forth in anger while waiting for the others to arrive. He looked like a kettle about to go off; he could hardly keep from smashing something in his rage. Alex and the other two men were just as angry; they had thoughtful, murderous looks on their faces as they tried to decide what to do.
“Ok, we know the lock was broken with a piece of metal, that metal bar wasn’t in there before. So there had to have been someone helping him.” Alex stated finally breaking the silence
“How? No one knew he was down there!” roared Mark.
“Well the fucking lock was broken on the back door, so obviously someone came in!” Alex shouted back.
“We need to find out who took him; we need some kind of fucking plan!” Mark shouted at the others. “Could we dust for fingerprints?”
“No, the metal bar is too small to get a complete fingerprint from.” replied Alex.
Silence once again descended on the room.
“I got a plan.” Harvey declared after a few minutes.
“Yeah I got one too.” Affirmed Tork.
“Me too.” Stated Alex.
“Good, whoever gets that little fucker back will have the pleasure of breaking him!”
Mark said with a murderous glint in his eye.
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Later that evening found Viggo helping Orlando down the steps. He took Sean’s advice about getting Orlando out of bed and decided Orlando might like to look at something other than his bedroom walls. By the time they got to the bottom step Viggo was more or less carrying Orlando instead of helping him walk.
“Easy now; let’s sit you on the couch.” Viggo steered Orlando toward the side of the room but stopped as he felt resistance from Orlando.
“Can we go outside?” Orlando asked breathlessly. His ribs and ass hurt from the climb down but when he saw the slider door and bright sunshine beyond it, he immediately felt the closeness of the walls and wanted free air. He had spent too much of his life within dark walls and was going to enjoy the sun any chance he got. He had been surprised when Viggo asked him if he wanted to go sit downstairs for a while, he had thought the protective man wouldn’t let him move from the bed while he was still in pain.
“Sure, I don’t see any problem with that.” Viggo thought the bright sun might be good for Orlando’s pale skin.
The pair made their way outside to two lounge chairs sitting by the pool, Viggo helped Orlando to recline against one and then plopped himself down on the other one after moving it so he could look at Orlando.
They sat in silence for a while as Orlando closed his eyes and tipped his head into the soft breeze that was blowing. Viggo smiled slightly at the contented sigh Orlando made as the breeze blew his curls away from his face.
“How is the pain level? You can take some more medicine in a few hours.” Viggo interrupted the silence. He mentally kicked himself as he saw the relaxed look turn into a more guarded one.
“It’s fine.” Was the reply Viggo got; he couldn’t tell if it was a lie or not. “Really, I’m used to being in pain, I’ll deal with it.” Orlando said softly as he turned his head away.
That was the most information he had gotten out of the young man about his life and he instantly wanted to know more but knew better than to push the subject of his captivity.
“So tell me about yourself Orlando. You know all about me already.” Which was true, anytime they were together Viggo would always fill in the silence with stories from his life.
“What do you want to know?” Orlando asked guardedly. He had no desire to tell about his time as Mark’s whore, he didn’t want to even think on it himself.
“I don’t know. Where you’re from, how old you are, what you like, what you don’t like, anything you want to tell me.” Viggo replied steadily.
Orlando was quiet for a time before he started to speak. He had to really think about his old life, it seemed more like a dream than real. “I was born and raised in England, a little town just outside London. I was raised by my mother after my father died when I was a kid. As for my age…I have no clue…what year is it?” Orlando had tried to keep track of the days when he was in Marks cellar, but after he got to day 245 he stopped counting. He thought it might be better if he didn’t know.
The question threw Viggo for a loop and he wondered again at how long Orlando had been in that basement. “It’s 2005.” He saw Orlando’s eyebrows rise slightly.
“I guess that makes me twenty-five. I was eighteen when…” Orlando cut off suddenly.
Viggo felt his heart skip a beat. He was eighteen when what? When Mark had taken him? Viggo felt sick at the thought that Orlando had been down there seven years. How could he have survived that?
Viggo saw Orlando look at the ground but didn’t really think he was actually seeing it. Orlando had a far off look in his eye and a heartbreaking expression on his face.
“Ok so I know your age and your birth place, tell me more.”
“What? My likes and dislikes? Well…I liked anything extreme. Bungee jumping, skydiving, surfing, you name it, my friends and I did it. I liked the danger of it I guess, but I paid for it, I’ve broken just about every bone in my body, including my back when I was about sixteen or so.”
Viggo noticed the emotionless way Orlando talked about his past and the way he referred to his likes in the past tense. It was like he had cut himself off from the man he used to be. “Wow, that’s quite the hospital bill.”
“Not really, they thought I would never walk again, but I did walk out two weeks later.”
“Amazing.”
Orlando shrugged. “Well I have my mother’s support. Had. I had her support.”
“Where is she?” Viggo asked gently.
Orlando tensed as the conversation steered toward topics he didn’t want to think on. But he answered none the less. “Dead, she died right before Mark…after I had graduated high school.” Orlando grew quiet. He looked away as a tear rolled down his cheek and he quickly wiped it away.
A heavy silence filled the air. Viggo wanted to take the young man into his arms and show love to him to make the sadness go away. Instead he once again started up a conversation to lighten the mood.
“So when I was in high school I wanted to go to college for farming.” Viggo saw
Orlando’s raised eyebrow held a question in it. “Well I loved horses and animals, so I thought; what the hell, I should farm. I knew I could do that and keep my painting career easily. But it wasn’t for me; I found my paintings too distracting. So I bought my ranch instead and just raised horses on it. What about you? What were your dreams as a little boy?”
“I wanted to be an actor.” Orlando smiled slightly. He looked out toward the trees as he spoke. “When I was young, I would imagine I was a famous actor, with thousands of fans and banks full of money. I always told myself once I got enough money from acting I would build myself a big mansion out in the wilderness of Alaska.”
“Alaska! Why there?” Viggo saw the far away look of Orlando’s eyes. His eyes were glazed over with memories and something else Viggo couldn’t quite define; it was like an eagerness you see in children when you offer them a cookie. Viggo thought it might be the first positive emotion Orlando had shown yet and he wanted it to stay there forever.
“I’ve always loved space; the northern lights to be exact. I wanted to be able to go out every night and lie on the deck and just lose myself in them. They’re so wonderful, so brilliant and colorful. Have you ever seen them Viggo?” Orlando asked suddenly, looking at the older man.
Viggo shook his head no.
“Well I have once. My father took me on a fishing trip there when I was nine.” Orlando turned back to look at the trees as memories once again overtook him. “I don’t really remember the trip that well, but I do remember my father and I went fishing at night once and the northern lights lit up the skies for us. It was nothing short of magical; almost like we were in a dream. I couldn’t believe that something as unpleasant and appalling as dust could create something so beautiful. It made me feel small being under something so big and powerful; I knew that in comparison to the universe I would always be small and unimportant. But that was ok because it gave me a sense of hope and security. And I figured if I lived there then I could feel that way for the rest of my life. But its funny how life turns out sometimes; not everyone’s dreams come true. I’ve learned that much.” Orlando sighed as he looked to the ground again.
Viggo swallowed the lump in his throat, he wanted to say something to comfort the boy, but had no idea what. “Well…you’re still young, you’ll get there someday.”
“I don’t know, something in my gut tells me I won’t.”
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“Tork lets go with your plan first, what do we need to do?” Mark asked as hope rose in him and his anger disappeared somewhat.
“Make our way to the hospital first. Lets get in the car and I’ll explain the rest…” Tork answered. He hoped his plan worked, he could almost feel Orlando under him, begging for mercy as he broke the kid once and for all.
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Date: 2005-06-09 12:41 am (UTC)I'm glad Orlando is opening up to Viggo. He really needs his support. I love caring Viggo.
*waits for next chapter*
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Date: 2005-06-12 06:46 pm (UTC)