vigorli

Title: Pole Position (Part 9 of ?)
Author:

obselizabeth
E-mail: obselizabeth@gmail.com
Live journal: www.livejournal.com/users/obselizabeth
Rating: Definitely NC-17 now!
Type: RPS
Pairing: ViggOrli (and my own personal selection of other boys)
Warnings: it's slash, ladies :)
Disclaimer: wouldn't it be nice if we COULD see Orlando pole dancing?
Feedback: is the cream in my coffee
Summary: Viggo's a bored multi-gazillionaire...Orlando's a pole dancer
A/N: Thanks so much to my dear friend,

namarie120, for ~~begging me~~ offering to beta this
Beta: The glamorous

namarie120

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Bullseye cared nothing for his own comfort or pleasure. In fact, he was beyond experiencing pleasure in the physical sense…over the years he'd hardened his soul to the point where pleasure had been replaced not by the thrill of the chase, but by the finality of a completed conquest. His pleasure was pride…his arrogance was his honor.

He detained Viggo, fully bound and gagged, in the darkness of his apartment…until he'd received word that Johnny had been transferred from the hospital to a "safe place". The call was not long in coming, as Johnny had set the wheels in motion not long after he'd arranged the hit on Viggo.

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The local Yakuza accepted Johnny for many reasons, mainly because he was good for their perpetual money-making arrangements. Johnny needed a favor, and knew he was owed several. So he did not feel the slightest bit uncomfortable as he was led up to the second floor accommodations above the private club. Several sounds were evident in the smoke-filled room – music wafting up from the club's sound system, the relentless chatter of hundreds of moving Pachinko balls, and a woman softly playing a koto.

The escorts moved Johnny through those who gathered in the heavily-guarded area, over to one corner where a couple of men waited for him to sit at the table with them.

"Is there anything you require for your comfort?" one man asked Johnny.

"Except for a few remaining bruises, I'm quite well," he answered. "What I want to know now is whether Bullseye was able to complete the task I set for him.”

The second man looked at the first, then at Johnny. "Bullseye takes much pride in the services he provides. He was aware of the great wrong that had been done to you, and felt it only appropriate that the man make atonement to you before his life was taken from him."

Johnny looked at them, incredulous that Viggo was still alive. "But I gave explicit instructions that he be taken out before the end of the evening."

The first man, realizing Johnny's growing agitation, lifted his hand in a non-threatening manner. "Calm yourself, my friend. This alternative might prove to be something you'll enjoy."

The tone of his voice was not lost on Johnny. There was a menace to it, but something evil to be savored. He sat back, trying to settle himself, and requested, "So, tell me. What is this placation you speak of?"

"Have you heard of the Yubitsume?" As Johnny nodded his head, the man continued. "You could keep the digit as a 'memento' of sorts. And you would have the pleasure of watching the life force taken from him. A double blessing for you."

"When will he arrive?"

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The first thing Viggo felt was a throbbing in the back of his head that radiated throughout his body. The pain rendered him almost completely immobile; nevertheless, he struggled to move any part of his body, settling with barely being able to wiggle his index finger. He realized that his hands were bound behind him…his legs felt bound at both the ankles and knees…and he was blindfolded and gagged.

Trying desperately to clear the fog of throbbing in his brain, Viggo recalled standing in his office…then a sharp pain and darkness. Apparently his assailant knew exactly where to strike, as the blow had rendered his entire body numb. He tried listening to the sounds around him, attempting to discern his location. However, no clues were evident. He was aware of one thing, though; his cock ached immensely. It was then he remembered the ring he'd rolled up around the base of his penis…a surprise for his lover.

Viggo prayed…to whatever god would hear him. He prayed for his release. He prayed for Orlando, hoping the boy would not hate him for this uncontrollable situation. In spite of the gag, his lips moved in appeal as if to gain additional potency by trying to speak the words out loud. He was stilled as the ringing of a phone in the other room broke through the silence. He could tell the phone was answered, but could not make out the exact words of the one who spoke them. The conversation, however, was short…and someone approached him.

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Karl spoke in sputtered phrases between desperate gulps of air. Sean tried a couple of times to interrupt him, to no avail. So the blonde moved his head forward, thrusting his tongue into Karl's mouth, effectively shutting him up.

A breathless minute later, they were both panting yet silent. "I couldn't get ye to shut the fook up," Sean gasped. "Now slow down, and tell meh what yer babbling about." All the while, Sean's eyes scanned the main room, realizing Orlando had left.

Karl told Sean what he knew. "…and when he didn't come downstairs shortly after she'd left, I knew something was wrong. I went up to check and found a paperweight on the floor. There's no blood, but…"

"We've got to find him, that's for sure. But Orlando's gone, too, and…fook!" Sean was exasperated, his eyes darting around for any answers. It was then he saw Eric.

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Everything seemed to move in slow motion, to Eric. He couldn't understand what was going on but he'd seen Orlando run out, and heard Karl ranting about something. So he quickly moved over to Sean and Karl to see if he could help.

Once Eric was up to speed on the situation, or what they knew of it, Sean said, "Karl and I will try to find Viggo. Eric, you go find Orlando. Comfort him. Keep him here, keep him safe." The two men left without any response from Eric, but none was needed.

He didn't have to search long to find Orlando…he was flung across the couch in his dressing room. Eric hastened to the younger man's side.

"Orli, baby," Eric stroked his fingers through the dark curls as Orlando sobbed. "Please, please listen to me. It's not what you think." Eric continued petting him a long while, holding him in his arms until the crying subsided.

Through sniffles and gasps, Orlando finally looked up at Eric with eyes red and bleary from weeping. "Why? Why did he do it again?"

Eric's hand moved up to rest on Orlando’s cheek. "Orli, he was on his way here. But he's been kidnapped."

There was no longer a sound in the room, not even a sniffle. Orlando's eyes were wide with disbelief. "He…what?" Orlando said, finally.

"Karl dropped him by his office to take care of something on the way. When he didn't come back downstairs, Karl went up to find him. Viggo was gone, and Karl found a paperweight, which apparently had been thrown across the room."

Orlando's hands flew up to his cheeks. "Oh my fuckin' God! We've got to find him."

Eric managed to keep the boy seated, as he assured him, "Sean and Karl are off doing that very thing. You're going to stay here with me."

As Eric pulled the boy back into his arms, Orlando's bodily position changed. It caused the Aneros to rub against him, and he moaned. Eric was instantly alarmed. "What is it? Are you hurt?"

"Shit," Orlando muttered in response, once he realized the cause of the sensation. He leaned back, pulling away from Eric's embrace, and parted his legs.

"Is that…?" Eric asked, but knew the question was rhetorical. "Why are you wearing that?"

"Viggo sent it to me tonight…asked me to dance for him with it in me."

"Want me to remove it? You've got to be miserable."

Orlando shook his head. "My heart's even more miserable."

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Karl sped down the road, back towards Viggo's office. "I can get us in, and we'll figure out how to get a hold of Alexandra from there. Any idea who you think might be involved in this?"

The blonde could only shake his head negatively. "I know *I* was ready to kill him the other night, but have since found my anger was unfounded. He's a good man."

"He's been good to me all the years I've worked for him," Karl said, in agreement.

The tires squealed as Karl pulled hurriedly into the parking garage. They took the elevator up, and entered the office, quickly going to Alexandra's desk to try and find a way to contact her. Thumbing through her rolodex was no help. Just then, Karl noticed something…a list to the side of her phone. "It's her list of speed dial numbers. This one," he pointed, "says 'home'. Let's try that."

Karl lifted the receiver, punched # 3 and then 2, the number next to the 'home' listing. A woman's voice answered after only two rings. "Alexandra, it's Karl." He wasn't sure if she'd remember who he was.

"Thank God you got a hold of me, Karl. I've been trying to reach you for a while now. They've discharged Johnny from the hospital…early."

"Viggo never came downstairs after I saw you leave. When I came up to check, that large paperweight from your desk was across the room."

"Wait for me. I'll be there in 10 minutes," Alexandra insisted. "I know I'll be able to help."

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Viggo heard the click of a knife being opened, then a tearing sound. He realized the tape binding his knees and ankles was being cut through. Someone grabbed his hair at the back of his head, bringing him forcefully up to his knees…the movement jarring his painfully rigid cock. His throat ached as the groan reverberated within the confines of his dry mouth, stuffed with material and taped. But the pain served to increase endorphins, which brought sensation back to his limbs.

That tape was quickly and excruciatingly ripped from his face, and the offending stuffing removed. "I'm sure by now you're much too sore to scream with any effect," a sinister voice whispered, close to Viggo's ear. "Come with me, you arse. You've got a penance to serve."

The man removed the blindfold then urged Viggo to his feet, pushing him out a back entrance and into a waiting vehicle. Viggo could see, in the now early light of dawn, a bull's-eye shaped scar on the man's bald head. "What is it you want with me?" he rasped.

"Seems you've greatly offended my employer. And he's going to extract payment from you for that transgression before I kill you."

Viggo didn't ask any more questions. However, he was able to contort his arms a bit so that his fingertips could just reach the pad of his cell phone which was clipped to his hip. Thankfully, he'd had the software installed on his and Karl's cells that would provide a backup in case of an emergency such as this. The silent alarm rang through, riding swiftly over the wireless airwaves above them.

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Eric's cell phone went off.

"Eric, it's Karl. We're in Viggo's office, trying to get any lead on this asshole who's taken Viggo. Alexandra told us that Johnny was released from the hospital early. What do you know about him?"

Eric shook his head. "I don't know much, but…wait…he used to have connections with the Yakuza."

"That's the fuckin' Japanese mafia!"

"Right," Eric affirmed. "But he'd convinced Heath that he didn't have any association with them any more. That he'd 'cleaned up his act' for Heath."

"Doesn't look like he did. Thanks, though, mate. We'll keep in touch. How's Orlando?"

"I told him what was going on. That seemed to take care of the immediate problem. Of course, he wants to run out and find Viggo himself. But we'll stay here."

They rang off, and Sean muttered to Karl, "Yakuza, eh?"

"How'd you know?" Karl asked.

"Fookin' Japanese mafia, just like you said. Keanu's got contacts there. He's got contacts everywhere, which is one of the many reasons I keep him around."

"What's his number?"

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"Johnny never quit the Yakuza," Keanu's husky voice reported, giving Sean what information he had. "In fact, he was one of their prized liaisons."

"Where would they have taken him, somewhere safe?" Sean asked.

"There's a well-guarded apartment over the club," Keanu said. "I can gain access there. But just for me, not for you guys."

"Can you get us in the club?"

"Of course," Keanu replied immediately, sure of his connections. "But Alexandra will have to be someone's 'comfort woman'. If she 'belongs' to one of the two of you, there won't be any challenge or problem."

Sean was almost sorry that he'd pushed the 'speakerphone' button on the cell phone, aware that Alexandra could hear everything as well. He glanced at her in the rear view mirror, his green eyes gleaming with the unspoken question.

"Um, if it's to help Viggo," she muttered.

"Don't ye worry, lass. I prefer men anyhow," Sean said, laughing.

"I'll meet you outside the club in say, 20 minutes?"

"But it's morning. Will…" Sean began asking.

"They have no concept of time. Whenever there is a need to meet, they meet. That's the least of our worries," Keanu responded, and then disconnected the call.

As soon as the call rang off, the phone started buzzing in Sean's hand. "What the fook?"

Karl retrieved his cell from Sean, inspecting it. "Shit! It's Viggo's GPS signal! I hope this means he's still alive."

Sean grunted. "Give me the coordinates. I just hope this isn't them trying to throw us off his trail."

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Viggo noticed they'd pulled behind a grouping of buildings, into an alleyway. His kidnapper grabbed his arm, pulling him out of the vehicle and along with him. It was difficult to balance, with his hands bound behind his back. Bullseye entered a code on a pad outside the elevator doors, and they parted. It lifted them one floor up, and they got out, entering a dark, smoky room. Once Viggo was literally thrown to the floor and looked up to see at whose feet he lay, he understood.

"Johnny," he muttered.

"I loved you," Johnny said, in mock sincerity.

"You didn't love anyone but yourself," Viggo retorted as he rose to his knees, but was rewarded by the sting of Bullseye's hand across his face. The blow sent Viggo tumbling over, almost doubled up with pain now at the intensity of his erection.

"What's this?" Johnny questioned, noticing the overwhelming bulge in Viggo's slacks. Bullseye moved to Johnny's side, offering him his knife. The pants were unceremoniously cut from Viggo's body, revealing the cock ring, and the straining length of him, now purple with its potency. "You'd never try anything like this with me, you pansy," Johnny taunted, taking hold of the ring, rolling it up and down the length of Viggo's shaft.

Viggo hissed, partially in need and partially in revulsion of Johnny's touch. "Get your hand off me, you ass," Viggo spat, letting his body fall backwards and temporarily out of Johnny's reach. He was stopped from moving any further as Bullseye's booted foot came down square on his chest, pinning him to the ground.

"I'll touch you any way I like," Johnny retorted, loving the feel of control he had over Viggo. He licked his fingertip, and ran it across the head of Viggo's cock. Viggo moaned with the excruciating sensation. "Oh, yes," Johnny ridiculed him. "That's the moan I miss." And with that, he lowered his mouth, lips sliding down over the straining erection.

"Fuck, Johnny. Don't…" Viggo pleaded, but to no avail. He could hardly breathe with the force of the brute's foot against his solar plexus. If he tried to strain too much, he'd pass out again.

Johnny's mouth stopped sucking, and he moved up to whisper in Viggo's ear, "You want to cum, love?"

Viggo's mind was reeling. He couldn't breathe, couldn't think. The sensation was overwhelming. He didn't want to give into Johnny. At this point, though, even his face was red with his over-sensitized state.

"Just one little thing, do one thing that shows me how sorry you are first. I want you to give me something of yours."

Viggo's blue eyes darted nervously over to meet Johnny's dark gaze. "What do I have that you could possibly want?" he rasped.

"It's an ancient ritual, luv. I want you to cut off your pinky finger, and give it to me as a sign of your penitence."

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