My First Fic...
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vigorliTitle: When Worlds Collide
Author:![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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!!
Graphic: Bytodd_loves_mc, I love it!
Feedback: Yes! Love constructive responses
Previous Chapters
Ch. 11
A few days later Alex was sitting behind his desk when three men entered the office. Without looking up he commanded, “Shut the door behind you.”
Once he heard the soft click of the door he looked up into the eager faces of Mark, Tork and Harvey.
“So boss, what’s the story?” asked Tork when he could stand the silence no longer.
“I’ve done it. It will happen tonight and hopefully by tomorrow afternoon we will have our little whore back in our hands.” replied Alex with a smirk.
“Yeah, and back in our beds.” stated Harvey with a smile to match that of Alex’s.
“Good God man, do you always think with your dick?” asked Mark as he walked over to sit in the chair across from Alex’s desk.
“Yeah, only when I’m conscious and when I’m not; I dream with it!” Harvey shot back causing the others to chuckle.
“So what’s the first thing you’re going to do to the boy when you get hold of him?” Tork asked Mark as he and Harvey also took some seats.
“Well after I beat him within an inch of his life for pulling some stupid escape plan, I’m going to fuck him fast and hard over and over again till he passes out from the blood loss and when he wakes up, I’m going to do it again until he begs me to stop and apologizes for being such a stupid pansy.” Mark replied with a harsh voice. “And I’m going to love every minute of it!”
Tork nodded his head in agreement, “Well I’m going to make him suck me so many times that he won’t be hungry for days because his stomach will be so full with my cum.”
“Alright, no more talk about this subject, keep it cool. Harvey…go back to work…you too Tork, I’m not paying you two to sit on your asses all day. Go on!” Alex said.
Once the door had closed behind the two men Mark looked straight at Alex and asked
“Do you really think this is going to work?”
Alex looked back at Mark for a few minutes before a smile slowly spread across his face, “Yeah I do Mark; I really do.”
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Orlando was currently slumped on the couch nursing a sore back and trying to regain his strength. He thought he must have used up his days supply of energy because he knew if he got up right now he would fall right to the floor. This morning he had gotten out of bed to take another bath with Viggo’s help and had then been walking around the room trying to ease some kinks out of his muscles.
Around lunch he decided to go downstairs to sit in the sun for awhile, but about half way down he was trembling so much it was hard to stay on his feet. Orlando still didn’t know how he had made it down the stairs and to the couch without falling flat on his face. He almost did once. When he was coming down the stairs his right leg had given out and sent him crashing to the side, the only thing that saved him from tumbling down the stairs was his reflex to reach out and catch the railing. But he had twisted in a weird way and pulled his back in such a way that he was now trying to swallow down cries of pain every time he moved.
Orlando shifted onto his side more and groaned as his back gave a painful protest. The pain in his back had somehow triggered all his old injuries to flare up again. Orlando was tired from all the moving around he had done and with the sun shining down on him through the window, he could feel himself start to drift asleep. He tried to shake it off; it seemed all he was doing lately was sleeping. But the warmth of the sun was too much for his exhausted mind and he found himself once again drifting; that is until a hand came from out of nowhere and grasped his arm.
Frightened, Orlando jumped off the couch or at least that’s what he tried to do, but really it looked more like rolling off the couch and landing in a heap on the floor. He gave a pained yelp as his body smashed into the floor and he curled into a ball as old habits of protecting himself came rushing back to him.
“Orlando! Shit, are you alright?” Viggo asked worriedly. He didn’t mean to scare the young man but when he had asked Orlando what he was doing down here, the boy didn’t answer, so had gone over to see if he was awake or not.
Viggo crouched next to Orlando but didn’t touch him. Orlando looked like he was trying to protect himself from Viggo, like he thought Viggo was going to start beating him or something. “Orlando?” Viggo asked in a soft whisper.
Orlando slowly uncurled his body and looked up into the worried eyes of Viggo.
“Orlando, are you ok?” Viggo asked again.
Orlando slowly nodded his head.
“Ok then, let’s get you off this floor.” Viggo reached out and gently started to pull Orlando up but quickly let go as Orlando gave a pained cry.
“What? What is it? What’s wrong?” Viggo asked quickly as Orlando scrunched his eyes closed. “It’s ok, just tell me.”
“M...my back.” Orlando whimpered.
“Shit. Oh crap, your spine; let me call Sean! Don’t move.” Viggo said as he tried to think of what to do.
“No. No, Viggo. I’m fine; I just twisted it the wrong way coming down the stairs.” Orlando insisted before Viggo could get too far away.
Viggo let out the breath he didn’t realize he was holding. “Ok, if you’re sure. How about you let me massage it for you? That way we can get the kinks out.”
Orlando hesitated for a few moments before he gave a slight nod.
Viggo helped Orlando to roll on his stomach and then pulled the young mans shirt up to the shoulders. Viggo was pleased to see that the skin was getting better. The black and blue marks were gone and the whip marks had healed over nicely leaving faint red lines that would take a while longer to fully heal. Viggo was also glad to see Orlando’s ribs didn’t stick out much anymore. His choice of foods had done an excellent job at putting some pounds on Orlando’s body.
Orlando had sucked in a breath the minute Viggo pulled his shirt up. He couldn’t help but whimper in fear as Viggo’s cool hands made contact with his hot skin. He couldn’t stop the old memories from resurfacing of when Mark had torn his clothes off, beat him and then raped him repeatedly.
“It’s just me Orlando, calm down, it’s ok. I won’t hurt you, you know that right?” Viggo asked as he stilled his hands, not moving them until he saw the Orlando’s head nod.
Orlando knew Viggo would never hurt him but he couldn’t help his reflexes, especially when the memories started. He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled as Viggo’s hands started to work all over his back. He repeated over and over in his head ‘it’s just Viggo!’ After a few more breaths he calmed down enough to enjoy the effect Viggo was having on his back. Orlando’s last coherent thought before the pain in his back disappeared and nothing but bliss remained was…this man has wonderful hands.
Viggo smiled when he finished with the massage at the image Orlando made; totally relaxed and slumped boneless against the floor with his face squished into the carpet.
“Hey. Are you still with me?” Viggo laughed as he ruffled Orlando’s hair.
The only reply Viggo got was a small grunt.
Viggo laughed again as he got up and said, “Relax there for a moment and I’ll go see what we have for dinner.”
When Viggo came back in a few minutes later, he helped Orlando stand up. “How is the back feeling now?
“Much better; thanks.” Orlando replied in a small voice.
“Great, why don’t you sit and find us something good on TV to watch and I’ll go start dinner. We have frozen pizza or spaghetti, what sounds better?” Viggo asked as he helped Orlando sit down comfortably and handed him the remote.
“Umm…spaghetti?” Orlando said timidly like he couldn’t believe he was really given the chance to make a free choice, he hadn’t ever been given that privilege in the presence of Mark.
“Wonderful, that’s my specialty!” Viggo beamed as he turned and walked back into the kitchen.
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Mark sat in the bar with Alex watching the nightly news and drinking beers. Tork and Harvey were still at work. Mark had closed early tonight so he and Alex could talk without interruptions.
“So what did the guys do when you told them they had to take the night shift?” Mark asked as he popped a few peanuts into his mouth.
Alex gave a great laugh, “I thought there heads might explode they were so mad!”
“Why?”
“Oh, they wanted to be here to watch it with us.”
“Oh well, it to bad they have to miss it.” Mark replied not really sounding sorry at all.
“I told the idiots they could turn on the TV in my office and watch it there as long as they get the work done and…” Alex was cut off as Mark raised the volume on the TV.
“Look! Here it comes.” Mark said with some excitement in his voice.
Both Alex and Mark turned their attention to the TV as the news woman started to make her report.
“Ladies and gentlemen, we have recently received some very urgent news…”
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Viggo brought out two steaming plates of spaghetti and a bowl of garlic bread. “So what are we watching?” Viggo asked as he handed Orlando his plate of food.
“I don’t know; some program about space exploration.” Orlando replied as he leaned into the steam coming off the spaghetti. “This smells good.”
“Yeah, it should taste even better. What are we exploring exactly?”
“The Universe, did you know they smashed a probe into a comet a few months ago?” Not waiting for an answer Orlando continued on, “They say it could tell us about how the solar system was created and give clues on how to further explore it, like with people, not with probes and Lander Vehicles.”
“That would be something.” Viggo stated, impressed.
“Yeah, to think, maybe we could finally leave Earth and go off to new planets; we have trashed this one enough. Not much good left here.” Orlando said and added more quietly, “Maybe then there would be some type of safe haven…where no bad exists.”
Viggo heard the last part even thought it was barely louder than a whisper and it made him sad. He wanted to take Orlando into his arms and sooth away all his fears, he wanted more than anything to be able to offer Orlando that safe haven. But he knew he could never do that until Orlando helped him put Mark and his pals behind bars.
The rest of dinner passed in silence. Viggo could tell Orlando was really interested in the program so he kept quiet. Orlando was slumped back into the couch and had a glassy look to his eyes. Viggo knew Orlando would be asleep within the hour.
Suddenly the program was interrupted and a news woman appeared on the screen.
“Ladies and gentlemen, we have recently received some very urgent news…”
Viggo saw Orlando straighten up and the young mans eyebrows rose up in interest before he also turned his attention to the screen as the news woman made her report.
“…A young man recently escaped from a mental institution in Long Beach and Authorities believe he has made his way into LA. The patient is said to be dangerous and extremely delusional; telling tales of being held a prisoner for many years…”
Viggo felt his heart sink into his stomach, it couldn’t be. He quickly looked at Orlando and saw the young mans forehead crease in confusion.
Viggo turned back to the TV just in time to see a picture of the patient pop up. It was a picture of a face he knew well.
“…. The police urge you to be aware and contact them immediately if you spot him…”
Viggo quickly turned off the TV and looked over at Orlando. The young mans face had gone white and he was trembling still staring at the now black screen.
“Orlando…”
As a sob broke free from Orlando, Viggo slowly moved over next to him and gathered him against his chest.
“Viggo…” Orlando broke off as more sobs came forth.
Viggo held tight to the shaking body and whispered, “It going to be ok Orlando!”
“H...how?”
“No one has seen you, no one but Sean and I know you are here and we both know it’s a lie. See? There is nothing to worry about.”
“Why can’t they just leave me alone?” Orlando choked out. “I just want to live my life, but they won’t let me.”
Viggo stroked his hand over Orlando’s back, “I don’t know Orlando, they’re sick men; we should go to the police and tell them the real story…”
“No! They are the ones doing this.”
“They just have the wrong information. We can set them right and they could help us.”
Viggo could feel Orlando shake his head against his chest.
“No, you don’t understand.” Orlando whispered as tears continued to flow.
“What?” Viggo asked wanting to understand, but Orlando was shaking his head again. “Come on its late; let’s get some sleep and talk more about this tomorrow. Does that sound good?”
Orlando could only shrug.
Once Viggo helped Orlando settle down into bed, he got himself ready and slipped under the covers on the other side of the bed and turned the lights out.
“Viggo?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m scared.”
“I know. I won’t let anything happen to you, I promise.”
After a few minutes of silence Orlando whispered, “Hold me.”
“What?”
“Hold me…please…” Orlando choked out louder this time.
Viggo immediately rolled over and gathered Orlando into his arms. “Oh Orlando, it’s going to be okay.”
Orlando laid his head on Viggo’s shoulder and pressed closer to Viggo’s warmth. He let out a shaky breath and prayed that Viggo was right and that everything would be ok in the end. Comforted by Viggo’s soft caresses he allowed himself to drift asleep to a place where fear didn’t exist.
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!! Graphic: By
todd_loves_mc, I love it!Feedback: Yes! Love constructive responses
Previous Chapters
Ch. 11
A few days later Alex was sitting behind his desk when three men entered the office. Without looking up he commanded, “Shut the door behind you.”
Once he heard the soft click of the door he looked up into the eager faces of Mark, Tork and Harvey.
“So boss, what’s the story?” asked Tork when he could stand the silence no longer.
“I’ve done it. It will happen tonight and hopefully by tomorrow afternoon we will have our little whore back in our hands.” replied Alex with a smirk.
“Yeah, and back in our beds.” stated Harvey with a smile to match that of Alex’s.
“Good God man, do you always think with your dick?” asked Mark as he walked over to sit in the chair across from Alex’s desk.
“Yeah, only when I’m conscious and when I’m not; I dream with it!” Harvey shot back causing the others to chuckle.
“So what’s the first thing you’re going to do to the boy when you get hold of him?” Tork asked Mark as he and Harvey also took some seats.
“Well after I beat him within an inch of his life for pulling some stupid escape plan, I’m going to fuck him fast and hard over and over again till he passes out from the blood loss and when he wakes up, I’m going to do it again until he begs me to stop and apologizes for being such a stupid pansy.” Mark replied with a harsh voice. “And I’m going to love every minute of it!”
Tork nodded his head in agreement, “Well I’m going to make him suck me so many times that he won’t be hungry for days because his stomach will be so full with my cum.”
“Alright, no more talk about this subject, keep it cool. Harvey…go back to work…you too Tork, I’m not paying you two to sit on your asses all day. Go on!” Alex said.
Once the door had closed behind the two men Mark looked straight at Alex and asked
“Do you really think this is going to work?”
Alex looked back at Mark for a few minutes before a smile slowly spread across his face, “Yeah I do Mark; I really do.”
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Orlando was currently slumped on the couch nursing a sore back and trying to regain his strength. He thought he must have used up his days supply of energy because he knew if he got up right now he would fall right to the floor. This morning he had gotten out of bed to take another bath with Viggo’s help and had then been walking around the room trying to ease some kinks out of his muscles.
Around lunch he decided to go downstairs to sit in the sun for awhile, but about half way down he was trembling so much it was hard to stay on his feet. Orlando still didn’t know how he had made it down the stairs and to the couch without falling flat on his face. He almost did once. When he was coming down the stairs his right leg had given out and sent him crashing to the side, the only thing that saved him from tumbling down the stairs was his reflex to reach out and catch the railing. But he had twisted in a weird way and pulled his back in such a way that he was now trying to swallow down cries of pain every time he moved.
Orlando shifted onto his side more and groaned as his back gave a painful protest. The pain in his back had somehow triggered all his old injuries to flare up again. Orlando was tired from all the moving around he had done and with the sun shining down on him through the window, he could feel himself start to drift asleep. He tried to shake it off; it seemed all he was doing lately was sleeping. But the warmth of the sun was too much for his exhausted mind and he found himself once again drifting; that is until a hand came from out of nowhere and grasped his arm.
Frightened, Orlando jumped off the couch or at least that’s what he tried to do, but really it looked more like rolling off the couch and landing in a heap on the floor. He gave a pained yelp as his body smashed into the floor and he curled into a ball as old habits of protecting himself came rushing back to him.
“Orlando! Shit, are you alright?” Viggo asked worriedly. He didn’t mean to scare the young man but when he had asked Orlando what he was doing down here, the boy didn’t answer, so had gone over to see if he was awake or not.
Viggo crouched next to Orlando but didn’t touch him. Orlando looked like he was trying to protect himself from Viggo, like he thought Viggo was going to start beating him or something. “Orlando?” Viggo asked in a soft whisper.
Orlando slowly uncurled his body and looked up into the worried eyes of Viggo.
“Orlando, are you ok?” Viggo asked again.
Orlando slowly nodded his head.
“Ok then, let’s get you off this floor.” Viggo reached out and gently started to pull Orlando up but quickly let go as Orlando gave a pained cry.
“What? What is it? What’s wrong?” Viggo asked quickly as Orlando scrunched his eyes closed. “It’s ok, just tell me.”
“M...my back.” Orlando whimpered.
“Shit. Oh crap, your spine; let me call Sean! Don’t move.” Viggo said as he tried to think of what to do.
“No. No, Viggo. I’m fine; I just twisted it the wrong way coming down the stairs.” Orlando insisted before Viggo could get too far away.
Viggo let out the breath he didn’t realize he was holding. “Ok, if you’re sure. How about you let me massage it for you? That way we can get the kinks out.”
Orlando hesitated for a few moments before he gave a slight nod.
Viggo helped Orlando to roll on his stomach and then pulled the young mans shirt up to the shoulders. Viggo was pleased to see that the skin was getting better. The black and blue marks were gone and the whip marks had healed over nicely leaving faint red lines that would take a while longer to fully heal. Viggo was also glad to see Orlando’s ribs didn’t stick out much anymore. His choice of foods had done an excellent job at putting some pounds on Orlando’s body.
Orlando had sucked in a breath the minute Viggo pulled his shirt up. He couldn’t help but whimper in fear as Viggo’s cool hands made contact with his hot skin. He couldn’t stop the old memories from resurfacing of when Mark had torn his clothes off, beat him and then raped him repeatedly.
“It’s just me Orlando, calm down, it’s ok. I won’t hurt you, you know that right?” Viggo asked as he stilled his hands, not moving them until he saw the Orlando’s head nod.
Orlando knew Viggo would never hurt him but he couldn’t help his reflexes, especially when the memories started. He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled as Viggo’s hands started to work all over his back. He repeated over and over in his head ‘it’s just Viggo!’ After a few more breaths he calmed down enough to enjoy the effect Viggo was having on his back. Orlando’s last coherent thought before the pain in his back disappeared and nothing but bliss remained was…this man has wonderful hands.
Viggo smiled when he finished with the massage at the image Orlando made; totally relaxed and slumped boneless against the floor with his face squished into the carpet.
“Hey. Are you still with me?” Viggo laughed as he ruffled Orlando’s hair.
The only reply Viggo got was a small grunt.
Viggo laughed again as he got up and said, “Relax there for a moment and I’ll go see what we have for dinner.”
When Viggo came back in a few minutes later, he helped Orlando stand up. “How is the back feeling now?
“Much better; thanks.” Orlando replied in a small voice.
“Great, why don’t you sit and find us something good on TV to watch and I’ll go start dinner. We have frozen pizza or spaghetti, what sounds better?” Viggo asked as he helped Orlando sit down comfortably and handed him the remote.
“Umm…spaghetti?” Orlando said timidly like he couldn’t believe he was really given the chance to make a free choice, he hadn’t ever been given that privilege in the presence of Mark.
“Wonderful, that’s my specialty!” Viggo beamed as he turned and walked back into the kitchen.
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Mark sat in the bar with Alex watching the nightly news and drinking beers. Tork and Harvey were still at work. Mark had closed early tonight so he and Alex could talk without interruptions.
“So what did the guys do when you told them they had to take the night shift?” Mark asked as he popped a few peanuts into his mouth.
Alex gave a great laugh, “I thought there heads might explode they were so mad!”
“Why?”
“Oh, they wanted to be here to watch it with us.”
“Oh well, it to bad they have to miss it.” Mark replied not really sounding sorry at all.
“I told the idiots they could turn on the TV in my office and watch it there as long as they get the work done and…” Alex was cut off as Mark raised the volume on the TV.
“Look! Here it comes.” Mark said with some excitement in his voice.
Both Alex and Mark turned their attention to the TV as the news woman started to make her report.
“Ladies and gentlemen, we have recently received some very urgent news…”
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Viggo brought out two steaming plates of spaghetti and a bowl of garlic bread. “So what are we watching?” Viggo asked as he handed Orlando his plate of food.
“I don’t know; some program about space exploration.” Orlando replied as he leaned into the steam coming off the spaghetti. “This smells good.”
“Yeah, it should taste even better. What are we exploring exactly?”
“The Universe, did you know they smashed a probe into a comet a few months ago?” Not waiting for an answer Orlando continued on, “They say it could tell us about how the solar system was created and give clues on how to further explore it, like with people, not with probes and Lander Vehicles.”
“That would be something.” Viggo stated, impressed.
“Yeah, to think, maybe we could finally leave Earth and go off to new planets; we have trashed this one enough. Not much good left here.” Orlando said and added more quietly, “Maybe then there would be some type of safe haven…where no bad exists.”
Viggo heard the last part even thought it was barely louder than a whisper and it made him sad. He wanted to take Orlando into his arms and sooth away all his fears, he wanted more than anything to be able to offer Orlando that safe haven. But he knew he could never do that until Orlando helped him put Mark and his pals behind bars.
The rest of dinner passed in silence. Viggo could tell Orlando was really interested in the program so he kept quiet. Orlando was slumped back into the couch and had a glassy look to his eyes. Viggo knew Orlando would be asleep within the hour.
Suddenly the program was interrupted and a news woman appeared on the screen.
“Ladies and gentlemen, we have recently received some very urgent news…”
Viggo saw Orlando straighten up and the young mans eyebrows rose up in interest before he also turned his attention to the screen as the news woman made her report.
“…A young man recently escaped from a mental institution in Long Beach and Authorities believe he has made his way into LA. The patient is said to be dangerous and extremely delusional; telling tales of being held a prisoner for many years…”
Viggo felt his heart sink into his stomach, it couldn’t be. He quickly looked at Orlando and saw the young mans forehead crease in confusion.
Viggo turned back to the TV just in time to see a picture of the patient pop up. It was a picture of a face he knew well.
“…. The police urge you to be aware and contact them immediately if you spot him…”
Viggo quickly turned off the TV and looked over at Orlando. The young mans face had gone white and he was trembling still staring at the now black screen.
“Orlando…”
As a sob broke free from Orlando, Viggo slowly moved over next to him and gathered him against his chest.
“Viggo…” Orlando broke off as more sobs came forth.
Viggo held tight to the shaking body and whispered, “It going to be ok Orlando!”
“H...how?”
“No one has seen you, no one but Sean and I know you are here and we both know it’s a lie. See? There is nothing to worry about.”
“Why can’t they just leave me alone?” Orlando choked out. “I just want to live my life, but they won’t let me.”
Viggo stroked his hand over Orlando’s back, “I don’t know Orlando, they’re sick men; we should go to the police and tell them the real story…”
“No! They are the ones doing this.”
“They just have the wrong information. We can set them right and they could help us.”
Viggo could feel Orlando shake his head against his chest.
“No, you don’t understand.” Orlando whispered as tears continued to flow.
“What?” Viggo asked wanting to understand, but Orlando was shaking his head again. “Come on its late; let’s get some sleep and talk more about this tomorrow. Does that sound good?”
Orlando could only shrug.
Once Viggo helped Orlando settle down into bed, he got himself ready and slipped under the covers on the other side of the bed and turned the lights out.
“Viggo?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m scared.”
“I know. I won’t let anything happen to you, I promise.”
After a few minutes of silence Orlando whispered, “Hold me.”
“What?”
“Hold me…please…” Orlando choked out louder this time.
Viggo immediately rolled over and gathered Orlando into his arms. “Oh Orlando, it’s going to be okay.”
Orlando laid his head on Viggo’s shoulder and pressed closer to Viggo’s warmth. He let out a shaky breath and prayed that Viggo was right and that everything would be ok in the end. Comforted by Viggo’s soft caresses he allowed himself to drift asleep to a place where fear didn’t exist.
