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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 ^^
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Disclaimer: None of them belongs to me (sadly), nothing of this did really happen
Beta: The wonderful and awesome

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“Would you like something to eat love?”
The smell of food and tea filled the room. He smelt it although he didn’t see it, his eyes remained closed.

He was not hungry. He wanted to vomit.

The night had lingered too long but even the light of the day which shone through the window, didn’t make the nightmares go away.
They remained, hunting him, embracing him. He was not able to escape.

A finger traced his cheek, caressed the soft skin. He shivered under this touch.
His fingers clasped the edge of the blanket.

“Oh love.” Artificial sigh.
“You need to eat something you know? We don’t want you to starve, do we?”
His voice was so soothing, pretending that he cared. He just wanted to make sure that his little toy wouldn’t die before he got all he wanted.

What did he want? He already took everything Orlando could offer, even if he hadn’t offered it freely.

Orlando didn’t want to eat. Starving would be a good choice compared to the other choice he had. Would he be held prisoner forever?

The fingers were now stroking through his hair, just like you would do to a little puppy. Actually, he seemed to be nothing more than a pet to this man. A toy, an object used and thrown away when not needed anymore.

When was the last time he had ate something? Right, it had been the day Viggo had invited him to dinner. He would’ve loved to go. He had been looking forward to it. It would’ve been a chance for Viggo and him. A big chance.

Viggo had invited him after all, so his feelings for the older one were mutual.
His heart had started to pound faster at that thought and a bunch of butterflies had started fluttering suddenly in his stomach.

All of that was gone now. His own body was like a stranger. A cold hearted stranger.
Nothing remained. He was not himself anymore. The world didn’t have colours; all was black and grey.
He felt so cold, entangled in a body he hated. He was dirty.

His eyes didn’t open when the other one grabbed his chin, lifted his head a bit, shoving some food into his mouth.
He gagged.

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Orlando was nervous because of the dinner and because he had to go to his house one last time. He wasn’t able to concentrate on the shooting, absently-minded thinking of what might await him. He was actually shaking when he started his car after work.

Orlando just wanted to go to Viggo’s, feel safe like he did last night. Driving to his house was the task he had to cope with first. One last time, then he could leave everything behind.

When he parked the car, his brown eyes lingered on his house for a long time. No light was on. Everything seemed to be silent and in perfect harmony but an ill feeling spread through him, telling him this silence was nothing but a lie. A lie hiding the nightmarish truth.

He should’ve trusted his instincts and never entered the house.
The ill feeling in his stomach should’ve warned him, but he ignored it and opened the door.
The hallway was dark.

Orlando went through every room watchfully. This seemed to be a kind of ritual now, he always checked first if anyone was here or any pictures could be found. Second option appeared true most of the time.

But today there was nothing. Not the slightest hint of a picture or anything else.

Orlando wasn’t sure if he was relieved or even more worried then before. Well, it didn’t matter for he was going to leave anyways. He would take a quick shower, pack the most important stuff and drive to Viggo.

Still the young man distrustfully glanced around, feeling ill at ease.
When he finally looked into the mirror hanging on the wall of the bathroom he shook his head.
“You are getting paranoid, you know that?” Orlando asked himself, before he got rid of his clothes and stepped into the shower.

The warm water helped him to relax. His strained muscles released from tension and he lazily closed his eyes. No pictures, no one here…

He was going to have dinner with Viggo tonight. His lips curled into a smile at that very thought. Let alone that thought was arousing, how would the evening be? After all Viggo had kissed him. Even if it had been a short kiss, it had been a kiss. There were not many things a kiss could mean and Orlando’s excitement grew rapidly when he finally realized that it could mean the little hope he hadn’t given up could become reality.

Maybe his feelings were not mutual. A soft sigh escaped his lips when he imagined the other lips on his again only for a longer time then it had been today at lunch.
Oh yes, that thought was more than just nice and Orlando was excited right now and it seemed as if thousand butterflies flew around in his stomach.

All the terror and angst he had experienced in this house was banned from his thoughts; there was only space for the thought of the upcoming dinner and Viggo.
It was true that he had always been longing for the older actor but he always had denied it. There was no reason for denying anymore, especially since the kiss.

Still smiling Orlando stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel.
When he looked up the smile froze instantly. The towel fell to the floor.

Orlando stared at the mirror in disbelief.

“Watching isn’t enough anymore.”

Nothing had been written on the mirror before, he was sure of that!

It took some seconds before Orlando realized what this really meant: someone had been in the bathroom while he was in the shower!

The numb feeling in his body was now replaced with pure panic. Without bothering to dry himself he grabbed his jeans and shirt, slipped into them, stumbling out of the room.

Orlando’s eyes darted around, but no one could be seen. Still stumbling he ran to his bedroom, grabbed his bag just to run down the stairs, rummaging through his bag to find the keys of his car and cell phone.

“Shit shit shit!” his keys were nowhere! But at least he found his cell, holding it tightly while grabbing the door handle.
He furrowed his brows, tried to open the door again. This could not be possible!
The door was locked! He definitely hadn’t locked it!

Desperation flowed through him, he pressed against the wood, attempting to open the door.
Anger and hopelessness welled up within him.

Fuck, where were the keys? He had to get out of here NOW.
In a final attempt he emptied his whole bag by turning it over so that all things inside fell out and onto the floor.
Orlando got onto his knees, rummaging through the things with shaking hands, not able to concentrate.

“Are you searching for these?”

Orlando stopped his movements abruptly, slowly looked up, eyes wide in horror.

At the bottom of the staircase stood a man, one hand raised and casually holding his keys.
He smiled, watching every of Orlando’s movements. He seemed to be in his thirties, dressed unobtrusive in a pair of washed out jeans and a black sweater. His hair was light brown, his eyes blue.

If you would’ve met him on the street you would’ve thought he looked like a nice guy. But Orlando was scared.
No matter how innocent this man might look he was in HIS house without permission, holding HIS keys in his hands. He must be the one who wrote the words on the mirror in the bathroom, who took the pictures.

Orlando woke from his paralysed state, hastily stumbling to his feet. He wasn’t going to kneel in front of this man, feeling small and helpless.

“What are you doing here?” he demanded, trying hard not to let the fear he felt show in his voice. He outstretched his hand. “Give me my keys back.”

Shit. His hand was shaking.

Orlando cursed mentally, trying to steady himself a bit more. After all this was his house and this man had no right to be here.
His hand enclosed the cell phone tighter.

“What am I doing here?” the man repeated, still smiling and seeming satisfied.

“I am watching you.” he finally said as if it was the most normal thing of the world.

“And I am really sorry Orlando but I can’t give you your keys back. Believe me it is only for your best.”

Slowly desperation turned into anger.
“My best?? How the fuck would you know what is best for me? You have no right to be here or watch me, so give me back my keys and get the hell out!!”

“Nah we won’t get aggressive, will we?” The man was obviously in a cheerful mood.
He put Orlando’s keys in his pocket before he stepped closer.
“Trust me, I know what is best for you and the sooner you accept it the less painful it will be for you.”

With each step the invader took Orlando stepped one back, until he experienced that every room ended with a wall. His back was pressed against the wall now his eyes still fixed on the stranger, terror obviously showing in the depths of brown.

“What do you want?” Orlando finally managed to say.

“Oh, isn’t that clear?” the invader laughed, stopping only centimetres before Orlando’s body.
His hand raised and he gently cupped Orlando’s cheek.
“I want you.”

Suddenly the stranger pressed his lips onto Orlando’s. It was not a gentle or lovingly kiss, it was possessive and brutal. Immediately Orlando wanted to jerk away but the man grasped his wrists, slamming them to the wall above his head. The grip was strong and painful and no matter how hard Orlando tried, he was not able to escape. The cell phone he had been holding in his right hand fell to the floor.

Nausea washed over him and he wanted to vomit, the other lips causing sickness.
He tried to turn his head away, stared at the door.

The other man ended the kiss, still holding Orlando’s hands up.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this….” he whispered, placing light kisses on Orlando’s throat.
“Waited to taste you, smell you, take you.”

Goose bumps appeared on Orlando’s skin but not because of joy. His whole body seemed to be cold by now, surrounded by freezing anxiety.

“Don’t….just..just let me go, alright?”
A soft laugh was the only answer he got

“You will like it….”
“No! Let me go…NOW. Otherwise I’ll call the police.”

The mood of the stranger seemed to change immediately, the smile and the kind look vanishing from his face turning into pure hate and anger.

One of his hands still held Orlando’s wrists together while he raised the other one to slap Orlando hard in the face.

“Now listen to me slut.” He hissed, increasing his grip on the younger man’s wrists.
“You are not in the position to demand anything. You are just a dirty, little whore and you will do whatever I tell you! You are mine, mine alone and I am the one deciding what will happen to you! No one will help you because no one will know and no one will care.”
His free hand was rummaging in his trouser pocket until he found what he was searching for.

With practised movements he bound Orlando’s hands together, pulling the rope he used tightly.

Orlando could only watch in horror, too shocked to move.

“I am the only one carying for you and loving you. We are meant to be. You will realize that Orlando.”

With those words the man pushed Orlando up the stairs. The young man instantly tripped over one of the steps and fell but the older one didn’t care and just kicked Orlando in the side.
“Get up!”
The air was taken out of Orlando’s lungs and he gasped slightly, stumbling to come to his feet again.

“Who are you?” The actor demanded to know, desperately searching for a chance to escape this nightmare.
“I really don’t understand what all this is about. I don’t even know you!”

“You will get to know me.” The man replied, pushing Orlando further up the stairs.
“My name is Jeff but that doesn’t matter for you. You will understand with time, don’t worry about that love.”

Later Orlando would know that Jeff’s mood changed rapidly. He could be kind and one second later he could be cruel.

“I am not your ‘love’” Orlando spat, desperately trying to get rid of the rope binding his wrists.

Another slap in the face and for some seconds everything went dark around Orlando.

“I am calling you whatever I want! You have no rights anymore Orlando, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME??”

Orlando flinched when Jeff started to scream, feeling as if the second slap actually broke his nose.

“B-but!”

“Shut up!”

Orlando obeyed. What choice did he have? He was sure that this man would hit him again and again until he wouldn’t be able to say anything anymore.
He was about to cry when they finally reached the bedroom.
What should he do? He couldn’t find a possible escape, a way out of this misery. He had never felt so helpless in his whole life.

Jeff pushed him farther until Orlando’s knees hit the edge of the bet and he fell backwards, now helplessly lying before the other man.
With his wrists bound together the last chance of actually defending himself vanished almost completely.

Jeff didn’t seem to pay attention to Orlando for the next minute. He was rummaging through the bag he had brought along, just to take a seat next to Orlando. Obviously he had founded what he had been searching for because he held a broad black leather collar in his hand. He placed it around Orlando’s neck, closed it carefully.

For some seconds Orlando thought that he wasn’t able to breathe because the collar was too firm but as soon as it was closed it got a bit looser.
He shivered; the leather was cold against his skin.

There was no time to wonder why Jeff had put the collar on because only seconds after closing it, he took a chain out of his bag.

Orlando startled at the jangling metallic sound.

Jeff only smiled.

“Don’t worry about that love it is just necessary to keep you safe. It is only for your best.” he said while he fastened the one end of the chain on the silver loop in front of the leather necklace and the other one on the bedpost, giving Orlando only enough space to sit up but not to leave the bed.

Orlando felt like a dog. It was more than just humiliating. He was scared like shit by now.
This feeling even increased when the next item Jeff took out of his bag was a knife.
His heart was pounding so fast in his chest that Orlando thought he would be separated into pieces within the next seconds.

“I told you already that there is no need to worry.” Jeff said when he imposed the look in Orlando’s face.

Orlando didn’t believe those words. After all he was chained in his own bedroom and a maniac had control over everything. There was pretty much to worry about.

The young actor flinched when Jeff brought the knife to his chest, just to slice Orlando’s shirt and remove the cloth.

Orlando shivered when his bare skin was exposed. He didn’t want to imagine what might await him.
He squeezed his eyes shut when Jeff reached for the fly of his trousers.
His body was shaking. All the fear he had ever felt in his life was nothing compared to what he felt now.

“Please….” Orlando hissed although he knew by now, that this man would show no mercy.
This approved only moments later when his trousers were pulled down.
The air was cold against his skin and made him shiver even more.

“You are so beautiful….” Jeff’s hands stroked possessively over Orlando’s flanks and chest.
He seemed to be completely spellbound by the body before him, touching the olive skin with great care. This all was his now. He would not share Orlando with anyone. He belonged to him!

Orlando whimpered when he felt the foreign hands upon his skin, touching him, stroking over his skin just as a lover would. But this man was not his lover in fact he was the complete opposite. He was a stranger, a madman!

“So beautiful…a beautiful little whore you are huh? And you are all mine…I’ve waited long enough.”

Jeff’s breathing became hesitant.

Orlando’s cry pierced the air when the older man entered him in one thrust without preparation or warning.
He hadn’t even realized that Jeff had undressed, nor had he ever suspected the man to be so savage.
It hurt more than any pain he had experienced before. His body seemed to be crashed and burned within seconds. Hot tears were streaming down his face.

Jeff’s body atop of him appeared to be far too heavy, preventing him from breathing as did the pain.
He was on fire, flames burning his skin.
His eyes were shut tightly and he could not oppress the whimpers of pain and despair.
The pain washing over him in waves was so immense, that Orlando thought he would die within the next minute. His muscles went into spasm.
It tore him apart.

“S….stop. P-please.”
Pride didn’t matter anymore he was willing to beg on his knees just to make Jeff stop. He felt something warm streaming down his thigh.

Unfortunately the last thing Jeff had in mind was to stop. His thumb rubbed over one of Orlando’s nipples.
“So tight…” he panted, clearly stimulated.
He waited for some more seconds, enjoyed the hot tightness around his cock then started to move, groaned in pleasure.

Orlando wouldn’t have thought it possible but the pain increased. The whimpers turned into tormented cries.

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Viggo sighed. It was half past nine. He doubted that Orlando would come. For the first 30 minutes he believed that the young actor was just fashionable late – as always. After one hour he couldn’t really believe that thought anymore and now he was sitting here, staring at his watch. He had tried to call Orlando several times but he hadn’t answered his cell phone.

Why did Orlando stand him up? Had he never really intended to come and was just shy to admit it?
All the hopes he had built up over the last hours were shattered one after another until only broken glass was left, cutting into his flesh.

Orlando had never wanted him.
The bitterness this thought beheld made Viggo sick. With a frustrated sigh he abandoned the couch and went up to his bedroom.

He was lying on his bed for a long time, staring into the darkness, lost in thought.

Some kilometres away a young man did the same thing, only his eyes were not displaying anger and disappointment but pain, despair, and sorrow.
The once shining brown eyes appeared broken just like Viggo’s hope.

The cell phone still lay in the hallway, displaying three missed calls. No one had heard it.

TBC