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vigorliTitle:Libero
Pairing(s):Multiple pairings, but mainly Orli/Viggo and Orli/Johnny
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beautiful_ori
Rating: Prologue is tame, but the rest will be NC-17
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything or get paid...wish I did, though. Damn.
Summary:Young and empoverished, Orlando foolishly binds himself to a man obsessed with money and power, and ends up becoming a famous courtesan until he is unwittingly rescued by a Lord who has no desire for him...or so he thinks.
Reviews greatly appreciated since I am a new member!
There was a knock at the door, and the boy immediately knew who it was…there was only one person that ever bothered to knock.
“My Darling, you are as beautiful as ever,” said the man who walked in.
“It’s a wonder you even remember that I was beautiful when last we met,” came the sultry, pouty reply. “you never come see me any more, Mr.Ledger.” It was the only time he’d uttered such a phrase and actually cared.
“I’ve been on business overseas. Forgive me…and do call me by my first name.”
“And what might that be?”
“But you know, don’t you?”
“No. I’ve forgotten,” the boy said childishly.
“It’s Heath. And I’m sure you haven’t forgotten.”
Of course he hadn’t. Heath was like light in a universe of pitch black darkness. The one who bothered to care, actually care, when he didn’t even have to. One out of many…too many.
“Well,” said the boy impishly. “Don’t stand there gawking at my nudity. Come to bed and show me how much you’ve missed me.
Heath Ledger needed no more prompting than that. He rushed to the bed and seized his young lover in a passionate kiss.
“Oh, Darling, if only you could have been there. India is the most beautiful place in the world. It seems to be made enirely of bright colors and sweet scents.” He said fervently as he disrobed.
“So I have heard. But what brings you back to dreary old London?”
“You, love, only you.”
“Ah.” Heath Ledger was on top of his lover in what seemed like seconds.
“Tell me what you want,” he said. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to see you any more. Your…er…boss does not like me any more, and I am going to live in India, you see.” Heath’s lover stiffened immediately at the mention of his ‘boss’.
“And why should he dislike you?” he demanded “Your money’s just as good as anyone else’s…probably a good deal more honest.:”
“Yes but…it isn’t that. It’s that I…well…I’ve been asking him if I might buy you. Not to keep, I mean! I mean…I would hope that you’d want to stay with me… I would never make you my slave, you know that, really, I didn’t mean it in that way-”
“I know,” said his lover patiently. And he did.
“I mean that well…I would ask you if you wanted to…marry me.”
“Marry me?!” His lover all but sobbed. “Oh, don’t tease me like that, its too cruel.”
“I mean it! I have wanted nothing less than that since we met. But he…he just won’t let you go.”
“Did you really think that he would, my love?”
“I offered him one hundred times what you’ve earned him!” Heath interjected. “One hundred times with the promise of even more! My Father offered to let me borrow more money, if necessary, and so did my Aunt, and everyone knows how rich my late Uncle made her, but no! How much more gold does he think he’s going to squeeze out of you?!?”
“More than you have I suppose,” said his lover, despairing at the declined offer.
“Oh, darling! I am beside myself, but what should I do? I have thought for months, but there is nothing. I considered going to the police, but that’s no good, no good at all! Half of them are crooked and the other half would throw everyone into prison once they found out, not just him. And then after they locked you up, what could I do? I have thought of sneaking you away with me, but this place is too well guarded, and even if we could get past them, there are spies everywhere in this neighborhood. They would catch us and then we’d be lost. Do you have any idea what the criminals do? They’re all in league with each other, for Christ’s sake! They’d all recognize you at once and we’d be caught for sure. A disguise wouldn’t work on either one of us, for they hassle anyone they don’t recognize. It would be a task for the King's army, even, to come here and shut down all of the crime. The police have stopped trying, you know. I just don’t know what to do!"
“Don’t let it trouble you, you know that there is nothing you could have done. And I am glad you are going to India, you will have a wonderful life there. Please…I need to feel you one last time…” Heath shifted his position in order to aoblige, but as he did, his lover gave the slightest of gasps. No one else would have heard it, but Heath had been listening for it.
“You’re still sore.” He said.
“No,” insisted his lover. “Really, I’m not. Please…”
“Don’t lie to me like that. I know the truth. How much time do you have between your customers?”
“Fifteen minutes…maybe ten…”
“That’s disgusting. Ever since we met I have hoped that you might slip that bastard a dagger one day, but you are too sweet.” Heath Ledger moved to the side, and pulled his young love into his arms. “We can just stay like this, my darling, for an hour or so.”
“But you’d be wasting all of the mo-”
“Shh. None of that. I don’t want pain to spoil tonight. I want you to remember that I loved you enough to not have sex with you, I want you to remember that I loved you like a gentleman would.” Heath's young lover was crying now, silently, as he leaned against him.
“Kiss me.” He breathed, and Heath did kiss him. The kiss was deep, yet somehow guarded, loving, yet miserable. It said ‘goodbye forever, my love.’ And when Heath's time was up, his love’s eyes had dried simply because he was to weak to cry any more. Heath was crying now, too.
“I wish…I wish...” he said.
“I know,” said his wretched lover. “I know.’
~*~*~*~
The boy sat and stared out of the large window. Some of his friends were going out to enjoy some of the patron-gifts they had received. He never joined their outings, but it certainly wasn’t because he had no money. Quite the contrary. He’d received more money from one evening’s toil than most of them had saved in months. But it didn’t matter. None of the diamonds and rubies and sapphires and golden trinkets and platinum coins would ever do him any good.
“You will never be free! Never!” The enraged voice still rang in his ears. He would live in this disgustingly ornate room until death came to liberate in the worst way. He had decided to donate his ridiculous sums of money to an orphanage. Perhaps he could save some poor child from the streets, which invariably led to the brothels.
Besides, it wasn’t as if Orlando, the most famous whore in the empire, ever had enough time between customers to go out on a shopping expedition with his friends. At least he could be happy knowing one day , if they saved their coins, would be free.
Pairing(s):Multiple pairings, but mainly Orli/Viggo and Orli/Johnny
Author:
beautiful_ori Rating: Prologue is tame, but the rest will be NC-17
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything or get paid...wish I did, though. Damn.
Summary:Young and empoverished, Orlando foolishly binds himself to a man obsessed with money and power, and ends up becoming a famous courtesan until he is unwittingly rescued by a Lord who has no desire for him...or so he thinks.
Reviews greatly appreciated since I am a new member!
There was a knock at the door, and the boy immediately knew who it was…there was only one person that ever bothered to knock.
“My Darling, you are as beautiful as ever,” said the man who walked in.
“It’s a wonder you even remember that I was beautiful when last we met,” came the sultry, pouty reply. “you never come see me any more, Mr.Ledger.” It was the only time he’d uttered such a phrase and actually cared.
“I’ve been on business overseas. Forgive me…and do call me by my first name.”
“And what might that be?”
“But you know, don’t you?”
“No. I’ve forgotten,” the boy said childishly.
“It’s Heath. And I’m sure you haven’t forgotten.”
Of course he hadn’t. Heath was like light in a universe of pitch black darkness. The one who bothered to care, actually care, when he didn’t even have to. One out of many…too many.
“Well,” said the boy impishly. “Don’t stand there gawking at my nudity. Come to bed and show me how much you’ve missed me.
Heath Ledger needed no more prompting than that. He rushed to the bed and seized his young lover in a passionate kiss.
“Oh, Darling, if only you could have been there. India is the most beautiful place in the world. It seems to be made enirely of bright colors and sweet scents.” He said fervently as he disrobed.
“So I have heard. But what brings you back to dreary old London?”
“You, love, only you.”
“Ah.” Heath Ledger was on top of his lover in what seemed like seconds.
“Tell me what you want,” he said. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to see you any more. Your…er…boss does not like me any more, and I am going to live in India, you see.” Heath’s lover stiffened immediately at the mention of his ‘boss’.
“And why should he dislike you?” he demanded “Your money’s just as good as anyone else’s…probably a good deal more honest.:”
“Yes but…it isn’t that. It’s that I…well…I’ve been asking him if I might buy you. Not to keep, I mean! I mean…I would hope that you’d want to stay with me… I would never make you my slave, you know that, really, I didn’t mean it in that way-”
“I know,” said his lover patiently. And he did.
“I mean that well…I would ask you if you wanted to…marry me.”
“Marry me?!” His lover all but sobbed. “Oh, don’t tease me like that, its too cruel.”
“I mean it! I have wanted nothing less than that since we met. But he…he just won’t let you go.”
“Did you really think that he would, my love?”
“I offered him one hundred times what you’ve earned him!” Heath interjected. “One hundred times with the promise of even more! My Father offered to let me borrow more money, if necessary, and so did my Aunt, and everyone knows how rich my late Uncle made her, but no! How much more gold does he think he’s going to squeeze out of you?!?”
“More than you have I suppose,” said his lover, despairing at the declined offer.
“Oh, darling! I am beside myself, but what should I do? I have thought for months, but there is nothing. I considered going to the police, but that’s no good, no good at all! Half of them are crooked and the other half would throw everyone into prison once they found out, not just him. And then after they locked you up, what could I do? I have thought of sneaking you away with me, but this place is too well guarded, and even if we could get past them, there are spies everywhere in this neighborhood. They would catch us and then we’d be lost. Do you have any idea what the criminals do? They’re all in league with each other, for Christ’s sake! They’d all recognize you at once and we’d be caught for sure. A disguise wouldn’t work on either one of us, for they hassle anyone they don’t recognize. It would be a task for the King's army, even, to come here and shut down all of the crime. The police have stopped trying, you know. I just don’t know what to do!"
“Don’t let it trouble you, you know that there is nothing you could have done. And I am glad you are going to India, you will have a wonderful life there. Please…I need to feel you one last time…” Heath shifted his position in order to aoblige, but as he did, his lover gave the slightest of gasps. No one else would have heard it, but Heath had been listening for it.
“You’re still sore.” He said.
“No,” insisted his lover. “Really, I’m not. Please…”
“Don’t lie to me like that. I know the truth. How much time do you have between your customers?”
“Fifteen minutes…maybe ten…”
“That’s disgusting. Ever since we met I have hoped that you might slip that bastard a dagger one day, but you are too sweet.” Heath Ledger moved to the side, and pulled his young love into his arms. “We can just stay like this, my darling, for an hour or so.”
“But you’d be wasting all of the mo-”
“Shh. None of that. I don’t want pain to spoil tonight. I want you to remember that I loved you enough to not have sex with you, I want you to remember that I loved you like a gentleman would.” Heath's young lover was crying now, silently, as he leaned against him.
“Kiss me.” He breathed, and Heath did kiss him. The kiss was deep, yet somehow guarded, loving, yet miserable. It said ‘goodbye forever, my love.’ And when Heath's time was up, his love’s eyes had dried simply because he was to weak to cry any more. Heath was crying now, too.
“I wish…I wish...” he said.
“I know,” said his wretched lover. “I know.’
~*~*~*~
The boy sat and stared out of the large window. Some of his friends were going out to enjoy some of the patron-gifts they had received. He never joined their outings, but it certainly wasn’t because he had no money. Quite the contrary. He’d received more money from one evening’s toil than most of them had saved in months. But it didn’t matter. None of the diamonds and rubies and sapphires and golden trinkets and platinum coins would ever do him any good.
“You will never be free! Never!” The enraged voice still rang in his ears. He would live in this disgustingly ornate room until death came to liberate in the worst way. He had decided to donate his ridiculous sums of money to an orphanage. Perhaps he could save some poor child from the streets, which invariably led to the brothels.
Besides, it wasn’t as if Orlando, the most famous whore in the empire, ever had enough time between customers to go out on a shopping expedition with his friends. At least he could be happy knowing one day , if they saved their coins, would be free.
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Date: 2005-12-11 08:51 pm (UTC)