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Title: Waking Nightmare
Author: Greenleaf
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: OB/VM
Summary: Strange things are happening to Orlando. At first he thinks it is just a joke of his friends, but things start to get even scarier with time and he painfully experiences, that this weren't jokes.......
Will Viggo be able to help him after his waking nightmare?

*Warnings* Angst, Violence, Rape

I'm pretty bad at summaries....and if you find any mistakes, please overlook them, I am German ^^
Feedback: Yes pleaaaaaaaaaaaase *holds up starving author sign*
Disclaimer: None of them belongs to me (sadly), nothing of this did really happen

Chapter Three - Mine

Silent cries filled the night. Silent cries no one would ever hear.
Silent cries belonging to a silenced man.

He was staring at the ceiling but all he saw was the darkness of the night.
Everything was dark. No light was breaking through the dark clouds anymore.

He wasn’t sure if he felt anything anymore but the painful realization that he did came only moments later when a sharp sting flooded him with pain as he tried to move.
He was sore, his back hurt.

Bastard. He claimed to know everything about him, but he didn’t seem to know that his back hurt easily. Maybe he simply didn’t care.
He didn’t care about the other pain he caused.

Pain didn’t matter. It was the only thing letting him know, that he was still alive.
He would’ve rather been dead.
If he would be dead he wouldn’t have to stand all the pain, despair, and humiliation.
Now all of these feeling were part of every second of his life.

He would never awake from his waking nightmare.
He was caught in it like an exotic bird in a dark cage. He was no human being anymore. He was a subject, used when needed.
No one would’ve ever expected a subject to have feelings. He felt as if bit by bit every feeling he once knew vanished.
Happiness? Nothing more than a memory from a long gone, different life.
Safety? Doesn’t exist.

All left was pain and despair.
Not even tears remained. His eyes were red, bloodshot, swollen, and hurt from all the tears he had shed.

Closing them would mean to fall into deep darkness, vanish completely from this world.
Suddenly that seemed tempting. He couldn’t face the world after what happened anyway.
Even when he could escape his dark cage, how could he live on?
That thought had never occurred to him before, but now that it did the answer was clear:
He couldn’t go on.

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Viggo’s house. In front of Viggo’s house. He was in front of Viggo’s house.

After some time this realization finally hit Orlando.

He hadn’t wanted to pull up here. The only thing he had wanted was to get away from his house. Well, if he was honest with himself, he also wanted to be with Viggo.

He wanted the older man to give him back the feeling of safety and sanity.
But what should he tell Viggo?

‘Hey Viggo. Someone is in my house and takes pictures of me; don’t know if it is a psycho or just someone fooling me. Can I have a cup of tea?’

Nah, tno good idea. He would make a fool of himself and that was the last thing Orlando wanted.
He had already done a good job of that because of one stupid joke. At least to him it now seemed to be nothing more than that.

Who would do such weird things? Right, no one. So it had to be a joke pulled by the Hobbits or Beanie, or most likely, both.

Now that he was here, not alone in his house anymore, all of it seemed like a slowly fading nightmare.

Still he didn’t want to go back. Orlando felt disturbed and had collywobbles.
No matter what he told himself, these feelings didn’t vanish. He didn’t want to go back.

The young man sat in his car for half an hour. He had now convinced himself he couldn’t go back, but could he face Viggo?
Since Orlando hadn’t slept last night, he decided that he had to get rest tonight. He badly needed some sleep.

Maybe he had been scared so easily because lack of sleep.

Two minutes later he stood in front of Viggo’s house and knocked on the door then waited.
Now he was nervous. Something in his stomach seemed to flutter. Bloody hell, he was not a teenager, having a crush on someone!
Okay, he WAS having a crush on someone but he was not a teenager anymore.

Anxiously Orlando fumbled with his necklaces, spinning one of the charms between his thumb and forefinger.
The light from within the house shone through the dim darkness of the evening, when the door finally opened.

Orlando had to bring up all the self-control he had, to keep himself from jumping slightly. He had been so lost in thought that he hadn’t expected to face Viggo so fast.

“Urm…..hi.” he managed to say, unusually calm and shy.

“Hey.” A smile crossed Viggo’s face when he realised, that the person in front of his door was Orlando.

The young actor had behaved really strange today on set and Viggo couldn’t deny, that he had been worried. Orlando hadn’t answered his questions and that had left the older man ill at ease.
Now finding Orlando here was a nice surprise. It seemed that at that very thought his heart began to beat faster.
But the young man seemed worried; he avoided looking Viggo in the eyes.
Something that he definitely didn’t like. Viggo always wanted to look others into the eyes, for he could see more there than words would reveal. And he loved Orlando’s expressive eyes.
They were dark brown but when the young man was laughing it seemed that some light shone within his eyes, like a hidden star.

“I….urm. I’ve….I’ve lost my keys.” Orlando stammered.
Oh great, he definitely had had better ideas and excuses before.
“And the..the lock and key service won’t…..come until tomorrow morning. I really don’t want to stay outside and sleep in my car so maybe…I can….”
Orlando’s voice trailed off and he looked to the ground.

Viggo raised an eyebrow. Well, that sounded weird but Orlando was such a slob that it would be characteristic for him to loose his keys.
At once he felt nervous because that would mean that Orlando would stay overnight.
Here. At his house. On his couch.

“So you wanted to ask if you can spend the night here? Sure, come in.” Viggo tried to sound casual when he stepped aside so that Orlando could come in.

A fragile smile crossed Orlando’s face as he stepped into the building, suddenly surrounded with light and warmth.
There! There were the girlish thoughts again!
As if it would be that easy. Just go into Viggo’s house and you feel all safe and warm and want to cuddle up on the couch. That was girlish.
He should definitely stop thinking like that.
How it would feel to be embosomed in Viggo’s strong arms?
Arg! Stop the girlish thoughts!

Orlando examined the surroundings enquiring.
He had never been at Viggo’s before.
What he could tell from the hallway, the house was ‘very Viggo’ indeed. Pictures everywhere, everything seemed to be chosen with great care. Just like Viggo was.
Careful, creative, carrying, and special.

He would’ve liked to look around longer but Viggo interrupted him by asking if he wanted something to eat or drink.

“Just some tea if you don’t mind.”

The evening had been nice. Orlando wouldn’t have thought that it was possible but he completely forgot about the strange psycho in his house and just enjoyed Viggo’s company.
It was nothing special and because of that it was special.

They’d just talked for hours and for the first time in days Orlando felt good again. The slight touches here and there made everything just better.
Still Orlando didn’t even dare to hope that his feelings were mutual.

With a happy sigh he snuggled up to the blanket. The second bedroom of Viggo’s house was not big but comfortable.
What Viggo’s bedroom might look like? He imagined it to be like the rest of the house: Viggo-ish.
Pictures and photographs everywhere; everything chosen with great care.
He felt taken care of here too. Staying forever would be a nice option.
The last logical bit of his mind told him it wasn’t within the realms of possibility.

He didn’t care for that right now. All that mattered was being here, in Viggo’s house, Viggo’s bed. Well, not exactly Viggo’s bed but….he wasn’t that picky right now.
The bed was cosy and warm; he felt happy and was asleep within minutes.

The morning came too early.

Although waking up was nice if the first thing in your view was smiling Viggo.
“Mornin’ prissy elf. Didn’t want to wake you but I fear it is time to get up.”

One of the last things Orlando wanted now was to get up. He was lying in bed, Viggo was sitting only centimetres away.
He could definitely think of many possibilities what to do, but none of them involved getting up.
“Mhm.” was the only thing he managed to get out, stretching lazily just to cuddle up again, hiding his face in the pillow.

No way getting up now!
First it was far too comfortable in bed, second if he got up now he had to drive home and that was a thing he didn’t want; third there was no way he could bear Viggo to see his morning wood.
Why had this guy such an effect on him? That definitely wasn’t fair.
Morning-Viggo should be rated NC-17.

“I’ll be up in a minute…..” he finally mumbled.

A smile crossed Viggo’s face.
He had watched the young man for some minutes before he finally woke him up.
His night had been rather restless. The thought of Orlando sleeping in the room next to him was enough to keep Viggo wide awake, lost in dreams at the same time.

When he had entered the room some minutes ago enjoying the ‘view’ had been too tempting.
A mop of chocolate hair was one of the only things visible. Orlando did actually sleep like he had imagined – curled up, snuggled up to the blanket.
His breathing was even, the lips slightly parted and moist; long, dark eyelashes, closed eyes and the hair a mess. No careful styled Mohawk.
The light of the sun bathed the room in warm light and Viggo had to resist the urge of grabbing his camera and keep hold of this moment through a picture.

“Alright, I’ll be waiting for you downstairs. Breakfast is ready.”

One hour later Orlando was in his car again.
He hadn’t been able to enjoy breakfast at all.
Leaving the safety the house offered came nearer with every passing minute and now this moment was finally here.

Viggo had suggested coming with Orlando to check if the lock and key service was there, but he refused. After all there was no lock and key service.
Yesterday he had been able to believe that all was a joke, he had been driving away from all the horror he had experienced earlier in his house; now he was driving back.

Orlando scolded himself for behaving so much like a girl lately. What should he be afraid of? After all it were just pictures.
Still he felt apprehensive when he parked the car and entered the house.
All was silent. He wasn’t sure whether the silence eased his tension or made it worse.
Silence was good because it showed that no one was here, but now he felt like the prey in one of these horror movies.
Ironically the victims in these movies were always girls.
Another point on his ‘I act like a girl’ list.
In the movies would be exactly the same silence. The victim would search for the murderer, scared and slowly going up the stairs, the background music would grow louder and louder and someone would jump out of a corner, stabbing the victim with a giant knife.
Thinking of such things didn’t contribute to calm down.

The worst part was that he actually expected pictures. He was searching for them, scanning every room.
Did he fear to find some or fear not to find any?
If he’d find some, it would be unnerving, but by now he was used to it. It was nothing new.
If he won’t find any it would be disconcerting. It would be new and he wouldn’t know what to expect. He could expect pictures; they were pretty harmless compared to what else could be.

So far he had found nothing. Would all that just end from one second to the other? Could he just forget all that happened? Forget the pictures?

Only seconds later this hope was destroyed when Orlando opened the door to his bedroom. He wasn’t a neat person and most of the time his flat or house would be a mess but his bedroom was a REAL mess now.
Most of his clothes were lying on the floor, his wardrobe and the drawers open. It seemed as if someone had been rummaging through all of his stuff.
For some seconds Orlando just stood in the doorway of the bedroom, motionless.
There was no person in the room, he had checked for an invader the first thing when he entered.
Slowly he took some more steps, trying to sort out the mess.
After looking through the things on the floor Orlando noticed that some things were missing.
Some of his boxers were gone, as were some of his shirts. The half-empty cigarette packet from his bedstand went missing too.

Only when Orlando turned to the bed he saw it.
Polaroids.
Polaroids randomly spread over the blanket. Suddenly moving seemed to be a very hard task; his hands started shaking again when he stepped closer.
So there were pictures .Collywobbles again.
His eyes were fixed on the pictures, scanning them one after the other.

No surprise he was on all of them.
Waiting in his car…… talking to Viggo….taking a sip of tea, holding the mug with both hands….sleeping in the guest bedroom……having breakfast with Viggo

Again there was written something on one of the pictures.

“You are mine, not his!!!”

What should he do? The first thing that came to Orlando’s mind was that he should go to the police. That would’ve been a good plan if he wasn’t shooting a movie right at the moment. It might catch the attention of the press and would bring PJ into trouble…..

If Orlando had been longer in this business he would have known, that this wasn’t the moment to care for things like the press, but he was so inexperienced and so keen to do everything by himself, not causing anyone trouble, that he didn’t see that fact.

Maybe he wanted to show that he was perfectly capable, able to handle everything but overlooking, that he tried to hard.

Going to the police was no choice. But what else should he do? He couldn’t ask Viggo if he could stay overnight because he lost his keys again. Not even he was such a big slob.
Neither was it a choice to stay with one of the others.

A motel. That sounded good. Orlando could stay at a motel until he figured out what to do. Maybe he’d just sell the house and get himself another one somewhere and all the terror would stop.
Well, this was pretty much a wishful thinking but at the moment he wanted to stick to that hope.

Still, he would have to come back to the house one more time to pick up his stuff. Showing up on set with packed baggage would appear very weird.

Looking around anxiously for one last time he left the house. His whole body seemed to tense. This wasn’t normal…not normal and not a joke. He doubted that the person taking the pictures intended to kill him because he’d already had enough chances to do so. Maybe it was just some crazy fangirl but how would she or he come into his house?
It made no sense at all.

Nothing made sense anymore and he didn’t know what to think, do, or feel.

Okay, back to logical thinking. First of all he had to go to set now, second he would drive home after work and pick up the necessary stuff and third he would drive to a motel where he would try to figure out what to do further.
He couldn’t think clearly in this house, panic and terror were to present.

Feeling uneasy Orlando looked around when he left the house, taking a deep breath of the fresh morning air when he stepped out. It didn’t help to clear his senses.

Work wasn’t good at all today. Orlando was absent-minded most of the time and Viggo’s questions didn’t put the young man at ease.
Orlando tried to avoid Viggo for most of the time but when the older actor took the seat next to him at lunch break he couldn’t hide anymore.

“So…..was the lock and key service already at yours?”
“Hm? Oh…oh yeah. Yeah they’ve been there in the morning, all is fine again.” Orlando mumbled, looking at his plate as if all of a sudden Pasta was the most interesting thing in the world.

“Are you sure that you are fine?” The concern in Viggo’s voice was clear. He looked at the younger one pensively. He didn’t seem fine at all. The Orlando he knew was easy going, full of energy, always babbling. The Orlando he saw now was ill at easy, silent, and calm. The brown eyes were full of concern which clouded the shining stars like storm clouds.

“Yes I am fine.” Orlando sounded a bit harsher than he had intended to but Viggo noticed the strain in the handsome features of his co-star.
He definitely wasn’t fine at all.
In fact Orlando hadn’t seemed to be well the last days, only when he had been at Viggo’s house last night he had seemed to relax a bit. Viggo couldn’t deny that he had enjoyed the company of the young man too. Maybe there was a slight change that his feelings towards Orlando weren’t one-sided.

“Would you like to come over for dinner tonight?” Viggo asked before he even thought about the words. He just wanted to see the young man in good health again, laughing and smiling cheekily.

Orlando seemed startled and confused when he finally looked up, blushing slightly.
Was Viggo asking him for a date?
No…no that was just a nice, friendly offer and nothing more.

“Sure…” Orlando tried to sound as casual and ‘cool’ as possible, couldn’t help smiling too when a smile crossed Viggo’s handsome features.
He was obviously relieved because he’d never thought that Orlando would actually say yes.

“Fine then…around eight at my place?”
“Sounds good.” Orlando nodded.

They both kept silent for some minutes, each lost in their own thoughts.

Was the invitation a sign that Viggo liked him too?

Was the affirmative reply a proof that Orlando felt something for him too?

Both men had similar thoughts without knowing it.

Someone outside called for Orlando. They would shoot on different sets in the afternoon.

“I guess I’ll see you later then?” Orlando looked at Viggo, a hint of shyness in his eyes.

If that was not the right moment it would never be, Viggo thought.
“Yes, see you later….” he agreed a bit more confident than the younger one, taking the other hand, pulling Orlando a bit closer.
He placed a gentle kiss on Orlando’s lips, so short that it could’ve been the flap of a butterfly on soft skin.

Orlando was puzzled. His lips were slightly parted as if he wanted to say something, but no sound left his mouth.
He just stared at Viggo for some seconds before he closed his lips again.

“Urm…yeah…later.” he stammered and managed a slight smile, squeezing Viggo’s hand lightly before he left.
Viggo remained there, watched Orlando leaving.

Well, that was a good beginning. The younger one hadn’t started to scream, nor pushed Viggo away.
Maybe there was a chance for both of them after all.

The person in the corner watched the two men with a disappointed look on his face. When Orlando left he turned around and the corners of his mouth curled into a grin as he walked away.
After all it didn’t matter.
Orlando was his and before the evening the beautiful young man would fully belong to him.

TBC