vigorli

Title: Life worth living
Author: obvmluver
Rating: G
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando
Summary: Summaries are not my cup of tea...
Disclaimer: I don't own these men nor do I know them personally. This is just something my mind came up with...
Author's notes: I'm writing this story leaning against my intuition so it may seem plotless or horrible in any way. I suggest you'd at least try to figure out the plot there may be and read the previous chapters beforehand...

Once again I'm truly sorry it has taken me so long but I've been so cau´ght up with other things lately that I haven't had much time to write this. Anyway, here it is. The fifth chapter. I hope you'll like it.

It was a little over nine when Viggo arrived to the party. As he stood there taking a nice pink drink from a tray Mahathir was holding Brian Burrell approached him. “Mr. Mortensen, so nice of you to attend. Please, make yourself at home. You are free to enjoy everything in here and I mean everything.” Burrell said with a wink. “What kind of possibilities are there, besides the… “ Viggo took a sip. “…delicious drinks?” “You can pick up a lady and go skinny dipping, for example. Or perhaps you’d like to try out our speciality. Everything is yours whatever you want to do here.” “May I inquire what the speciality is?” Burrell took a step closer and whispered: “Orlando… He’s the one who brings the most money in. If you are interested, you can make a reservation for the whole night. It’s only a matter of money.” Viggo nodded despite the wave of nausea running through him at those words. “May I see him and that way make up my mind? You see I want to know who I’m spending my time with. Maybe a little test driving so that I know if he’s worth my while?” Viggo smirked and poked Mr. Burrell to his ribs with his elbow. Now the game was on and he had to play it cool. “Of course, Mr. Mortensen. Right this way.” It was obvious Burrell lightened up immediately. He knew Viggo was a wealthy tourist.

He followed Mr. Burrell upstairs. There, at the end of a long hallway stood two guards. Mr. Burrell took out a key chain and opened the door. As the door moved away it revealed an enormous room with a private balcony. And Orlando.
Orlando laid on the bed in sexy clothes his expression dripping sex. He got up and slowly approached Viggo and Mr. Burrell. Viggo pretended to be watching Orlando’s hips move in silent awe. “Hell, forget the test drive. I’m reserving the whole night.” He announced a lust filled gaze in his eyes. “It’s a pleasure to be at your service, Mr. Mortensen.” Mr. Burrell said a smile playing on his face. Then he removed the key from the chain and gave it to Viggo. “On one condition, though.” Viggo said and held the key tight in his fist. “What would that be, Mr. Mortensen?” “I’m taking this delicious piece of meat with me. No interruptions, no peeking. Otherwise I won’t pay any money from the fun I’ve had.” It seemed that Mr. Burrell had assumed they’d spend the whole night in this room with the guards standing at the door and Viggo could see that from his face. But as Burrell knew he’d get paid a wonderful amount of money from the night he decided to agree with the terms. “Naturally, Mr. Mortensen.” With a glance that almost ate Orlando alive he returned back to the party. He’d pick up Orlando later.

At 11:05 PM he walked back upstairs and unceremoniously walked to the door. He opened it and walked in.
“I’m here to save you.” He said with a low voice. Orlando was in front of him in an instant grabbing the collar of his shirt. “Why don’t you save me here, on that bed, hmm?” “You understood me wrong, Orlando. I really intend on saving you, getting you out of this island.” Orlando jerked back in shock. He hadn’t heard his real name in a long time. Shock and embarrassment were written on his face as he took a few steps back. “Who are you and what are you doing here?” He managed. “Would that help you at all if I told you I am a cop and you’d have to play along in order to get out of here alive?” Viggo asked in a slow but even tone. He had become very good at it since he’d worked for so long and he had personally realized that was the best way to get to the victim. “Sh… Show me your badge.” “I don’t have it here since I’m on a vacation. But I am a detective if you need to know…” “I don’t believe you.” “I figured you wouldn’t. I’m not here to hurt you in any way. I see that too much in my work.” Orlando looked at Viggo from head to toes. “Would you come to my cottage and tell me more about yourself? I’d really like some company. We could make tea and food, if you like.” Orlando shook his head. “I’ve heard that thousands of times before.” Viggo sighed as he walked to the bed and sat down. “Orlando… Is there any way I could convince you?” Once again Orlando shook his head. “Do you really want to end up back in that cage? You still want to keep on living with water and something Mahathir brings to you?” Orlando’s jaw dropped at the name. Viggo knew about Mahathir. “Orlando… I can make all that go away but I need you to help me. If you agree on this I’m more than happy to tell you about myself too. I’d actually love that. Don’t you see I’m not like all the other men?” “Then why did you look at me like you did? Why did you do all that?” “To cover up my intentions…” Viggo answered with a shrug. “Those bastards known as your boyfriend and his step-father think you are too valuable for them. They wouldn’t let you go and I’m sure you’ve tried to flee. And I can see you’ve tried the easiest way out.” He had cast his eyes on Orlando’s hands, to his exposed wrists. There were cuts, some old and some fresh.

Orlando felt the need to cover his wrists with something. He pulled his arms behind his back. “Why… Why would you save me?” Orlando asked angrily. “There is no need for you to live like this. I’m sure you used to have a life before you found yourself here, trapped. Or am I wrong?” Hearing the question Orlando whirled around and stood near the wall his back to Viggo. He dropped his head down. He couldn’t keep up the hostility any longer and he knew it. “I…I am an actor… O…Or I was…” “Okay, you ARE an actor, Orlando. Try to remember that. Now, would you please be so nice and consider my offer?” “What?” “That you’d play along and come with me. I swear to God I won’t harm you.” “What should I do?” Orlando asked with a small voice. “Be like you always are with a client. Believe me it’s the only way to get things going. You need to go back to the cage and maybe stand the torture for a few days but I promise to get you out of here.” “O…Okay. There’s nothing for me to lose, I guess.”