Welcome to the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
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vigorliTitle: Come Undone
Author: Greenleaf
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is fiction. I make no money with it and remain a poor student
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Warnings: Drug abuse, prostitution, dark themes
Feedback: You know Gollum loved the One Ring, right? That is nothing against my love for feedback :D So please give it to me
Summary: One fateful day in Wellington two worlds collide. A boy who had been living on the streets, and an actor who never had to worry about tomorrow. But there are secrets hidden in the shadow, challenging both of them.
Chapter One – Welcome to the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Viggo sighed and gazed at the various stores. Peter had told him that the bookstore was in this street but he couldn’t make it out. He rummaged trough the pocket of his coat again while slowly walking down the street. When he finally found the piece of paper, he pulled it out and looked down to check the address again. Seconds later, he ran into something or someone.
“Ouch.”
Viggo looked up alarmed only to meet coffee brown eyes.
“Oh…I’m sorry.” Viggo stuttered while he eyed the young man in front of him. Unruly, chocolate curls framed a delicate face with high cheekbones, expressive brown eyes looked up at him, not giving away any of the thoughts hidden beneath them. Still some kind of sadness seemed to linger in them. The youth was smiling slightly and Viggo realized that his bottom lip was red, swollen, and…pierced. He caught himself finding that view pretty adorable, but was interrupted by a soft voice.
“Well as you can see I am still alive. You should pay more attention to where you are going though. Next time you might overrun an old lady.” The youth mused and Viggo could make out a British accent. He couldn’t help but smile too.
“Promise that I’ll watch out for old ladies. Normally I don’t walk down a street like that anyways.”
The boy nodded, curiously eying Viggo.
“Are you searching for something?”
“Uh…yeah. A friend told me that a bookstore should be somewhere in this street.” This time Viggo noted the tongue piercing. He really wasn’t a fan of piercings but the sudden thought how the piece of metal would feel while kissing crept into his mind. The artist tried to banish it. This was ridiculous, really.
“It is…five dollar and I’ll show you the way.”
Viggo raised an eyebrow. Normally he would’ve been annoyed but the charming smile of the young man made that impossible.
“What? You actually want money just for doing something nice?”
“Yep. I take what I can get. Normally I would charge ten bucks; five is the special offer for you.”
Viggo laughed when the brunette tilted his head to the right and smiled at him.
“All right, five bucks it’ll be then. But they include that you tell me your name.”
A satisfied grin crept to the face of the youth.
“Orlando.”
“So, Orlando, show me the way then.”
Orlando smiled and started to walk down the street, only waiting a few seconds for Viggo to catch up.
“What are you doing in Wellington? Are you here on vacation?” He asked, gazing sideways at Viggo.
“How do you know I am not from here?”
“If you were from here you would be able to find the bookstore.” Orlando said amused.
“Oh…guess you are right.” Viggo murmured sheepishly. “I am not from here, but I’ll be spending the next 18 months in New Zealand, shooting a movie.”
“So you are one of those ‘oh-so-famous’ actors?” Orlando asked grinning. Viggo thought it was nice because he couldn’t stand it when people started to behave different just because of his profession or his name.
“I wouldn’t call myself famous, I just do what I like and acting is one of those things.” Before Viggo had the chance to say anything else Orlando stopped.
“Here we are.” The brunette pointed at a building in front of them. Viggo glanced at the store before he searched his pockets for money and gave Orlando a ten-dollar note.
“Since I am one ‘of those oh-so-famous actors’” he imitated Orlando’s intonation “I can afford what you normally charge.” Viggo smiled while the boy stuffed the money into the pocket of his jeans.
“Thanks. Hope you have a great time here.”
Orlando turned around to walk away but stopped after some steps and faced Viggo again.
“You didn’t tell me your name.”
“Viggo.”
“Alright, bye Vig.” Orlando waved before he turned around again and walked down the street.
Viggo’s gaze lingered on the thin frame until Orlando disappeared behind a corner. With a slight shake of his head he entered the store. This boy hadn’t been older than seven- or eighteen and the actor briefly wondered what was up with him. Behind the charming attitude was hidden a lot more, he just couldn’t name it yet.
When Viggo left the bookstore half an hour later, he spotted Orlando on the other side of the street. He was sitting on one of the benches with another guy eating pizza. So that was where his ten dollars had gone to. Viggo recognized that both of them looked alike: tattered, washed-out jeans, black hoodies that seemed a bit too big, painted Converse Chucks. The biggest difference was their hair colour. While Orlando had chocolate, chin-length curls the other boy’s hair was blonde and straight, some strands falling into his face.
Viggo’s gaze lingered on them as long as possible before he got into his car and drove him. Orlando was still on his mind when he arrived there.
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“I bloody love pizza.” Orlando sighed, eating the last piece of his pizza, followed by a sip of beer. Atti smiled and drank from the beer himself. Today was a good day. Orlando was in a good mood and on top of it all they had something to eat.
“I love any kind of food.” Atti answered, laughing. Orlando rolled his eyes but laughed too. They had still some time and money left before the evening.
“How about going to the park?”
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They had spent the rest of the day hanging around in the park and drinking the beer they had bought with the last of their money.
Orlando’s world was blurry and slightly spinning when he stood at the corner of the street in the evening. He was grateful for it because all of this wasn’t that hard when he was drunk. It appeared unreal and was easier to banish from his mind afterwards.
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Viggo was back in his car and on the way to Sean’s. He had to drive through the street in which the bookstore was. By day, it was nothing special but Viggo decided that at night it was an area he wouldn’t want his kids or anyone he knew to be. The streetlamps lit the main street while the side streets were dark and all kinds of strange people lingered around. Viggo gazed to the corner of the street when the traffic light turned red. It took him some seconds before realization hit him. The slender person standing there was actually someone he knew or rather someone he had met. Still it was a shock. At least Orlando’s words made sense now that Viggo saw him standing there in the cold, wearing nothing but black leather boots Viggo would’ve imagined a woman to wear, black hot pants, and a tight white shirt that showed more than it hid.
Viggo didn’t have any time to study Orlando for long because the traffic light turned green just when a rather bulky man approached the youth. Somehow Viggo was glad that he didn’t have to witness what was about to happen. What he had seen was disturbing enough. Orlando was a hooker. The boy was barely of age!
Viggo’s thoughts were racing. The boy had been nice and despite his appearance, he had seemed to be so innocent. A feeling of pity crept up within Viggo. Orlando was surely not doing this because he liked it but because he had to. The Dane barely realized where he was driving too, lost in his thoughts.
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“How much?” The man rasped and Orlando looked up, dragging on his cigarette. His world was still spinning but he didn’t care.
“Depends.” Orlando finally managed to answer slightly slurring. He eyed the man closer. The man was not much taller than he was but much bulkier. Maybe a bodybuilder. His greasy brown hair was combed out of his face, dark eyes shamelessly taking in the thin frame of Orlando.
“20 bucks for a blowjob and 40 for a fuck. Condom is a must.” Orlando finally replied. He tried to sound casual, which was easier now than when he was sober. He had to do this, no matter how much every part of him rebelled and screamed.
The man seemed to think over this offer for a few seconds. The slim boy was beautiful and definitely had the qualities he liked. He was beautiful like a woman with the firm body of a twink. He could pull off the clothes he was wearing.
“40 it’ll be then.”
Orlando dragged on his cigarette one last time before he tossed it away and led the man into one of the side streets, the clacking of the high-heeled boots the only sound. When they could not be seen from the main street anymore, Orlando stopped. The walls of the dirty street were full of graffiti and the walls seemed rotten. Neither of them cared. Orlando was used to it and wanted to get this over while the man only had eyes for the young man.
Orlando could feel the other man’s eyes on him when he bent down to receive one of the condoms from the inside of his boots. He handed it to the man although he had problems focusing on the outstretched hand. The man took it and pulled his trousers down in haste before he ripped the small packet open with his teeth and rolled the condom over his already erected member. His hands grabbed Orlando’s slim waist and pulled the youth close. Orlando placed one slender finger on the man’s lips, swaying slightly.
“No kissing on the mouth.”
A look of disappointment crossed the man’s eyes for seconds before it was replaced with lust again. Who cared for the rosy lips of the youth when he could have the rest of him? He pushed the slender body against the wall behind them, his lips gliding over the soft skin of Orlando’s throat. Orlando let him, looking at the slight piece of the sky that wasn’t hidden behind clouds or buildings. Moments later the man turned Orlando around and his right cheek was pressed against the hard, cold wall. The rough stone scratched over his skin but Orlando didn’t care. His eyes shut when he felt the man’s greedy hands pulling at his hot pants and moments later cold air meet his bare buttocks. The man didn’t take the time to prepare Orlando and entered him with a groan. Orlando was glad that experience had taught him to prepare himself before leaving for the night. This and using prelubed condoms minimized the pain. He could still think of more pleasurable things than being pressed against a wall and having someone fucking you emotionless. He felt exactly nothing. Well not nothing at all, it was uncomfortable and cold. Orlando was repulsed by the sweaty body and the groans the man behind him made and all the same did he feel dirty and was disgusted by himself.
The man didn’t last long and came hard, panting heavily. He remained still for some seconds before he pulled out and removed the condom, carelessly tossed it on the ground. Orlando swayed a bit when he pulled the hot pants back up and tried to stand straight. The world was spinning again and he blinked several times to see a bit clearer before he stretched his hand out. The man searched for his purse and pulled out some bank notes that he gave Orlando before he left without a word.
Orlando took the money and held it closely before he made his way out of the street. He was so tired and felt dirty. 40 bucks was not much but it would be enough for something to eat and if Atti had made some money, maybe some cocaine. If not, he would convince one of the dealers to give him something with other payment offers. In his drunken state, Orlando laughed at the irony of it. He needed drugs to get through all this, to endure the humiliation and disgust and the hopelessness of his life. To get the drugs he had to sell himself and when they had no money, let one of the dealers fuck him. It was a vicious circle and he was always the one being used.
~*~*~
When Atti entered the abandoned hall around 5 am, he found Orlando already sleeping, curled up under the blanket. Atti had sobered up during the night and kneeled next to the sleeping form, sighing. Orlando hadn’t even undressed himself, it was so typical. With a shake of his head, Atti pulled the blanket back and opened the zipper of Orlando’s high leather boots before he pulled them off. Orlando was nagging often that his back and feet hurt because of wearing them. In moments like this Atti was grateful that he wasn’t the cross dresser. Orlando was the one looking more feminine while Atti rather played the twink. It was simple but effective. Most of the johns preferred one of those two types.
After he had placed the high boots beside their bags, he undressed himself, getting rid of the clothes he disliked. They held the smell of sex, alcohol, and cigarettes, and were tactically torn in some places to show his body. They were a reminder of how they made a living and he hated it. Atti grabbed the hoodie and donned it before he crawled under the blanket and gathered Orlando in his arms. Orlando’s back was resting against his chest and Atti nuzzled against his neck, inhaling the warm scent.
“Sleep well lil’ one.” The blonde murmured before sleep embraced him.
~*~*~
When Viggo awoke the next morning, he found that Orlando was still on his mind. No matter what he did, he could not get that boy out of his mind. Orlando had touched something in him. Maybe he pitied the boy because he was so very young. No matter what it was, he wanted to help Orlando.
This encounter had been one of the few ones you have in your lifetime where you just know that there exists a connection between you and this person. As if recognizing a soul you have known in a different life.
Viggo wasn’t needed on set until later that day so he was walking down the same street as yesterday one hour later. This time he wasn’t looking for a shop but for Orlando. Viggo had almost given up hope when he finally spotted Orlando sitting on a bench. The boy was sitting all huddled up to shut out the cold and was dragging on a cigarette. Viggo recognized that he was looking different than yesterday. A black cloud seemed to be wrapped around the thin frame. Viggo swallowed hard; he had only planned this far and found himself at a loss now. Alright, first he would have to talk to Orlando. In his imagination, Viggo kicked himself. He had never been good at making plans.
Slowly he walked towards the bench and sat down next to Orlando.
“Hey.” Viggo tried to smile and appear confident.
Orlando looked up, confusion in his eyes.
“Hey.” He replied slowly, a shimmer of recognition in his eyes. Still they appeared unusual glassy to Viggo.
“Don’t tell me you forgot where the bookstore is.” Orlando added, shifting his gaze to the ground again. Viggo noticed that Orlando’s voice was slurred and somehow monotone and disinterested.
“No I haven’t. In fact I have been looking for you.”
“I’m not working during the day. Not even for famous, rich actors.”
Frustration welled up within Viggo. The boy really thought that he had come back because he wanted his service as a prostitute?
“Actually I just wanted to invite you for a coffee.” It took all of Viggo’s self-discipline to sound calm and not show his annoyance and confusion. He was startled when Orlando laughed. It sounded bitter.
“Why would someone like you invite someone like me?” Orlando finally asked, brown eyes mustering Viggo. He felt uncomfortable under this look. Orlando’s eyes seemed so numb, the smudged eyeliner only increasing the effect. Viggo supposed that it was still from last night and a cold shower ran down his spine.
“Because I think you are a nice boy.” Viggo retorted.
“Nice? Sure you are not mixing up something?” Orlando’s voice was full of sarcasm. “I am not nice and I already told you that I am not working during the day and I don’t do kinks anyways so forget the ‘innocent boy’ number.”
Viggo blinked in disbelieve. What was wrong with the boy?
“Orlando I didn’t mean that or anything in that direction. I simply want to talk to you, that’s all. I jus-“
Viggo was interrupted by another voice.
“Orli you sodding bastard!!”
Viggo looked up and saw the boy he had seen the previous day with Orlando approaching. He seemed worried and hurried over to them. Orlando didn’t even look up, appearing as if he hadn’t heard Atti. The blonde was unmistakably angry and took the cigarette from Orlando’s hand, tossing it on the ground.
“What the fuck do you think you are doing you cunt?!” Atti took hold of Orlando’s chin and forced the young man to look at him.
“Sod off.” Orlando wanted to look away, but Atti wouldn’t let him.
“I told you to stay in the hall! You didn’t and just ran off without telling me! I was fucking worried, daft bugger.”
“You are not my mother Atti!” Orlando was angry and shoved Atti’s hand off.
“Nah, I am not, but someone has to take care of you because you are not able to do yourself!”
Orlando rose from the bench and glared at Atti before he pushed him away and walked away.
“Fuck you Atti.”
“Only if you pay for it!” Atti shouted after Orlando before his eyes drifted to a startled Viggo. The actor was still sitting on the bench and had followed the ‘conversation’ with raised eyebrows. His eyes still lingered on Orlando’s frame which became smaller and smaller until it vanished in the distance. He looked up in confusion when Atti spoke.
“Who are you and what did you want from Orlando?”
Viggo couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable under the constant stare of Atti. He decided that lying wouldn’t be of any good. Atti seemed close to Orlando so maybe he could help him.
“I urm…well I met Orlando yesterday. I couldn’t get him out of my mind so I came here again to talk to him.”
Atti’s arms were crossed over his chest his eyes studying Viggo closely, searching for something that would prove that the man was telling the truth.
“Talk? About what?”
Viggo’s blue-grey eyes locked with Atti’s green ones.
“About him. I want to know more about him.”
“Why?”
Viggo felt as if questioned by a protective mother.
“I don’t know. I want to help him. He deserves better than…” Viggo swallowed hard. Somehow the thought alone hurt. “…selling himself.”
Atti looked at him a few more seconds before his posture relaxed a bit and he sighed.
“Today is not one of his good days as you might have noticed. Come back tomorrow or some day else. But I swear, hurt him and I will rip out your heart.” With that Atti turned around and went after Orlando. It wasn’t his part to tell Viggo everything but he had seen only honesty in the man. Maybe he was the one Orlando needed. The one who could give him what he needed and help him. Well, he would see that sooner or later. For now it was important to find Orlando. Depressed Orlando was always bad, but depressed and high Orlando was fatal.
TBC
Author: Greenleaf
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is fiction. I make no money with it and remain a poor student
Beta read by: The glorious, awesome
sylvanelfqueenWarnings: Drug abuse, prostitution, dark themes
Feedback: You know Gollum loved the One Ring, right? That is nothing against my love for feedback :D So please give it to me
Summary: One fateful day in Wellington two worlds collide. A boy who had been living on the streets, and an actor who never had to worry about tomorrow. But there are secrets hidden in the shadow, challenging both of them.
Chapter One – Welcome to the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Viggo sighed and gazed at the various stores. Peter had told him that the bookstore was in this street but he couldn’t make it out. He rummaged trough the pocket of his coat again while slowly walking down the street. When he finally found the piece of paper, he pulled it out and looked down to check the address again. Seconds later, he ran into something or someone.
“Ouch.”
Viggo looked up alarmed only to meet coffee brown eyes.
“Oh…I’m sorry.” Viggo stuttered while he eyed the young man in front of him. Unruly, chocolate curls framed a delicate face with high cheekbones, expressive brown eyes looked up at him, not giving away any of the thoughts hidden beneath them. Still some kind of sadness seemed to linger in them. The youth was smiling slightly and Viggo realized that his bottom lip was red, swollen, and…pierced. He caught himself finding that view pretty adorable, but was interrupted by a soft voice.
“Well as you can see I am still alive. You should pay more attention to where you are going though. Next time you might overrun an old lady.” The youth mused and Viggo could make out a British accent. He couldn’t help but smile too.
“Promise that I’ll watch out for old ladies. Normally I don’t walk down a street like that anyways.”
The boy nodded, curiously eying Viggo.
“Are you searching for something?”
“Uh…yeah. A friend told me that a bookstore should be somewhere in this street.” This time Viggo noted the tongue piercing. He really wasn’t a fan of piercings but the sudden thought how the piece of metal would feel while kissing crept into his mind. The artist tried to banish it. This was ridiculous, really.
“It is…five dollar and I’ll show you the way.”
Viggo raised an eyebrow. Normally he would’ve been annoyed but the charming smile of the young man made that impossible.
“What? You actually want money just for doing something nice?”
“Yep. I take what I can get. Normally I would charge ten bucks; five is the special offer for you.”
Viggo laughed when the brunette tilted his head to the right and smiled at him.
“All right, five bucks it’ll be then. But they include that you tell me your name.”
A satisfied grin crept to the face of the youth.
“Orlando.”
“So, Orlando, show me the way then.”
Orlando smiled and started to walk down the street, only waiting a few seconds for Viggo to catch up.
“What are you doing in Wellington? Are you here on vacation?” He asked, gazing sideways at Viggo.
“How do you know I am not from here?”
“If you were from here you would be able to find the bookstore.” Orlando said amused.
“Oh…guess you are right.” Viggo murmured sheepishly. “I am not from here, but I’ll be spending the next 18 months in New Zealand, shooting a movie.”
“So you are one of those ‘oh-so-famous’ actors?” Orlando asked grinning. Viggo thought it was nice because he couldn’t stand it when people started to behave different just because of his profession or his name.
“I wouldn’t call myself famous, I just do what I like and acting is one of those things.” Before Viggo had the chance to say anything else Orlando stopped.
“Here we are.” The brunette pointed at a building in front of them. Viggo glanced at the store before he searched his pockets for money and gave Orlando a ten-dollar note.
“Since I am one ‘of those oh-so-famous actors’” he imitated Orlando’s intonation “I can afford what you normally charge.” Viggo smiled while the boy stuffed the money into the pocket of his jeans.
“Thanks. Hope you have a great time here.”
Orlando turned around to walk away but stopped after some steps and faced Viggo again.
“You didn’t tell me your name.”
“Viggo.”
“Alright, bye Vig.” Orlando waved before he turned around again and walked down the street.
Viggo’s gaze lingered on the thin frame until Orlando disappeared behind a corner. With a slight shake of his head he entered the store. This boy hadn’t been older than seven- or eighteen and the actor briefly wondered what was up with him. Behind the charming attitude was hidden a lot more, he just couldn’t name it yet.
When Viggo left the bookstore half an hour later, he spotted Orlando on the other side of the street. He was sitting on one of the benches with another guy eating pizza. So that was where his ten dollars had gone to. Viggo recognized that both of them looked alike: tattered, washed-out jeans, black hoodies that seemed a bit too big, painted Converse Chucks. The biggest difference was their hair colour. While Orlando had chocolate, chin-length curls the other boy’s hair was blonde and straight, some strands falling into his face.
Viggo’s gaze lingered on them as long as possible before he got into his car and drove him. Orlando was still on his mind when he arrived there.
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“I bloody love pizza.” Orlando sighed, eating the last piece of his pizza, followed by a sip of beer. Atti smiled and drank from the beer himself. Today was a good day. Orlando was in a good mood and on top of it all they had something to eat.
“I love any kind of food.” Atti answered, laughing. Orlando rolled his eyes but laughed too. They had still some time and money left before the evening.
“How about going to the park?”
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They had spent the rest of the day hanging around in the park and drinking the beer they had bought with the last of their money.
Orlando’s world was blurry and slightly spinning when he stood at the corner of the street in the evening. He was grateful for it because all of this wasn’t that hard when he was drunk. It appeared unreal and was easier to banish from his mind afterwards.
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Viggo was back in his car and on the way to Sean’s. He had to drive through the street in which the bookstore was. By day, it was nothing special but Viggo decided that at night it was an area he wouldn’t want his kids or anyone he knew to be. The streetlamps lit the main street while the side streets were dark and all kinds of strange people lingered around. Viggo gazed to the corner of the street when the traffic light turned red. It took him some seconds before realization hit him. The slender person standing there was actually someone he knew or rather someone he had met. Still it was a shock. At least Orlando’s words made sense now that Viggo saw him standing there in the cold, wearing nothing but black leather boots Viggo would’ve imagined a woman to wear, black hot pants, and a tight white shirt that showed more than it hid.
Viggo didn’t have any time to study Orlando for long because the traffic light turned green just when a rather bulky man approached the youth. Somehow Viggo was glad that he didn’t have to witness what was about to happen. What he had seen was disturbing enough. Orlando was a hooker. The boy was barely of age!
Viggo’s thoughts were racing. The boy had been nice and despite his appearance, he had seemed to be so innocent. A feeling of pity crept up within Viggo. Orlando was surely not doing this because he liked it but because he had to. The Dane barely realized where he was driving too, lost in his thoughts.
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“How much?” The man rasped and Orlando looked up, dragging on his cigarette. His world was still spinning but he didn’t care.
“Depends.” Orlando finally managed to answer slightly slurring. He eyed the man closer. The man was not much taller than he was but much bulkier. Maybe a bodybuilder. His greasy brown hair was combed out of his face, dark eyes shamelessly taking in the thin frame of Orlando.
“20 bucks for a blowjob and 40 for a fuck. Condom is a must.” Orlando finally replied. He tried to sound casual, which was easier now than when he was sober. He had to do this, no matter how much every part of him rebelled and screamed.
The man seemed to think over this offer for a few seconds. The slim boy was beautiful and definitely had the qualities he liked. He was beautiful like a woman with the firm body of a twink. He could pull off the clothes he was wearing.
“40 it’ll be then.”
Orlando dragged on his cigarette one last time before he tossed it away and led the man into one of the side streets, the clacking of the high-heeled boots the only sound. When they could not be seen from the main street anymore, Orlando stopped. The walls of the dirty street were full of graffiti and the walls seemed rotten. Neither of them cared. Orlando was used to it and wanted to get this over while the man only had eyes for the young man.
Orlando could feel the other man’s eyes on him when he bent down to receive one of the condoms from the inside of his boots. He handed it to the man although he had problems focusing on the outstretched hand. The man took it and pulled his trousers down in haste before he ripped the small packet open with his teeth and rolled the condom over his already erected member. His hands grabbed Orlando’s slim waist and pulled the youth close. Orlando placed one slender finger on the man’s lips, swaying slightly.
“No kissing on the mouth.”
A look of disappointment crossed the man’s eyes for seconds before it was replaced with lust again. Who cared for the rosy lips of the youth when he could have the rest of him? He pushed the slender body against the wall behind them, his lips gliding over the soft skin of Orlando’s throat. Orlando let him, looking at the slight piece of the sky that wasn’t hidden behind clouds or buildings. Moments later the man turned Orlando around and his right cheek was pressed against the hard, cold wall. The rough stone scratched over his skin but Orlando didn’t care. His eyes shut when he felt the man’s greedy hands pulling at his hot pants and moments later cold air meet his bare buttocks. The man didn’t take the time to prepare Orlando and entered him with a groan. Orlando was glad that experience had taught him to prepare himself before leaving for the night. This and using prelubed condoms minimized the pain. He could still think of more pleasurable things than being pressed against a wall and having someone fucking you emotionless. He felt exactly nothing. Well not nothing at all, it was uncomfortable and cold. Orlando was repulsed by the sweaty body and the groans the man behind him made and all the same did he feel dirty and was disgusted by himself.
The man didn’t last long and came hard, panting heavily. He remained still for some seconds before he pulled out and removed the condom, carelessly tossed it on the ground. Orlando swayed a bit when he pulled the hot pants back up and tried to stand straight. The world was spinning again and he blinked several times to see a bit clearer before he stretched his hand out. The man searched for his purse and pulled out some bank notes that he gave Orlando before he left without a word.
Orlando took the money and held it closely before he made his way out of the street. He was so tired and felt dirty. 40 bucks was not much but it would be enough for something to eat and if Atti had made some money, maybe some cocaine. If not, he would convince one of the dealers to give him something with other payment offers. In his drunken state, Orlando laughed at the irony of it. He needed drugs to get through all this, to endure the humiliation and disgust and the hopelessness of his life. To get the drugs he had to sell himself and when they had no money, let one of the dealers fuck him. It was a vicious circle and he was always the one being used.
~*~*~
When Atti entered the abandoned hall around 5 am, he found Orlando already sleeping, curled up under the blanket. Atti had sobered up during the night and kneeled next to the sleeping form, sighing. Orlando hadn’t even undressed himself, it was so typical. With a shake of his head, Atti pulled the blanket back and opened the zipper of Orlando’s high leather boots before he pulled them off. Orlando was nagging often that his back and feet hurt because of wearing them. In moments like this Atti was grateful that he wasn’t the cross dresser. Orlando was the one looking more feminine while Atti rather played the twink. It was simple but effective. Most of the johns preferred one of those two types.
After he had placed the high boots beside their bags, he undressed himself, getting rid of the clothes he disliked. They held the smell of sex, alcohol, and cigarettes, and were tactically torn in some places to show his body. They were a reminder of how they made a living and he hated it. Atti grabbed the hoodie and donned it before he crawled under the blanket and gathered Orlando in his arms. Orlando’s back was resting against his chest and Atti nuzzled against his neck, inhaling the warm scent.
“Sleep well lil’ one.” The blonde murmured before sleep embraced him.
~*~*~
When Viggo awoke the next morning, he found that Orlando was still on his mind. No matter what he did, he could not get that boy out of his mind. Orlando had touched something in him. Maybe he pitied the boy because he was so very young. No matter what it was, he wanted to help Orlando.
This encounter had been one of the few ones you have in your lifetime where you just know that there exists a connection between you and this person. As if recognizing a soul you have known in a different life.
Viggo wasn’t needed on set until later that day so he was walking down the same street as yesterday one hour later. This time he wasn’t looking for a shop but for Orlando. Viggo had almost given up hope when he finally spotted Orlando sitting on a bench. The boy was sitting all huddled up to shut out the cold and was dragging on a cigarette. Viggo recognized that he was looking different than yesterday. A black cloud seemed to be wrapped around the thin frame. Viggo swallowed hard; he had only planned this far and found himself at a loss now. Alright, first he would have to talk to Orlando. In his imagination, Viggo kicked himself. He had never been good at making plans.
Slowly he walked towards the bench and sat down next to Orlando.
“Hey.” Viggo tried to smile and appear confident.
Orlando looked up, confusion in his eyes.
“Hey.” He replied slowly, a shimmer of recognition in his eyes. Still they appeared unusual glassy to Viggo.
“Don’t tell me you forgot where the bookstore is.” Orlando added, shifting his gaze to the ground again. Viggo noticed that Orlando’s voice was slurred and somehow monotone and disinterested.
“No I haven’t. In fact I have been looking for you.”
“I’m not working during the day. Not even for famous, rich actors.”
Frustration welled up within Viggo. The boy really thought that he had come back because he wanted his service as a prostitute?
“Actually I just wanted to invite you for a coffee.” It took all of Viggo’s self-discipline to sound calm and not show his annoyance and confusion. He was startled when Orlando laughed. It sounded bitter.
“Why would someone like you invite someone like me?” Orlando finally asked, brown eyes mustering Viggo. He felt uncomfortable under this look. Orlando’s eyes seemed so numb, the smudged eyeliner only increasing the effect. Viggo supposed that it was still from last night and a cold shower ran down his spine.
“Because I think you are a nice boy.” Viggo retorted.
“Nice? Sure you are not mixing up something?” Orlando’s voice was full of sarcasm. “I am not nice and I already told you that I am not working during the day and I don’t do kinks anyways so forget the ‘innocent boy’ number.”
Viggo blinked in disbelieve. What was wrong with the boy?
“Orlando I didn’t mean that or anything in that direction. I simply want to talk to you, that’s all. I jus-“
Viggo was interrupted by another voice.
“Orli you sodding bastard!!”
Viggo looked up and saw the boy he had seen the previous day with Orlando approaching. He seemed worried and hurried over to them. Orlando didn’t even look up, appearing as if he hadn’t heard Atti. The blonde was unmistakably angry and took the cigarette from Orlando’s hand, tossing it on the ground.
“What the fuck do you think you are doing you cunt?!” Atti took hold of Orlando’s chin and forced the young man to look at him.
“Sod off.” Orlando wanted to look away, but Atti wouldn’t let him.
“I told you to stay in the hall! You didn’t and just ran off without telling me! I was fucking worried, daft bugger.”
“You are not my mother Atti!” Orlando was angry and shoved Atti’s hand off.
“Nah, I am not, but someone has to take care of you because you are not able to do yourself!”
Orlando rose from the bench and glared at Atti before he pushed him away and walked away.
“Fuck you Atti.”
“Only if you pay for it!” Atti shouted after Orlando before his eyes drifted to a startled Viggo. The actor was still sitting on the bench and had followed the ‘conversation’ with raised eyebrows. His eyes still lingered on Orlando’s frame which became smaller and smaller until it vanished in the distance. He looked up in confusion when Atti spoke.
“Who are you and what did you want from Orlando?”
Viggo couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable under the constant stare of Atti. He decided that lying wouldn’t be of any good. Atti seemed close to Orlando so maybe he could help him.
“I urm…well I met Orlando yesterday. I couldn’t get him out of my mind so I came here again to talk to him.”
Atti’s arms were crossed over his chest his eyes studying Viggo closely, searching for something that would prove that the man was telling the truth.
“Talk? About what?”
Viggo’s blue-grey eyes locked with Atti’s green ones.
“About him. I want to know more about him.”
“Why?”
Viggo felt as if questioned by a protective mother.
“I don’t know. I want to help him. He deserves better than…” Viggo swallowed hard. Somehow the thought alone hurt. “…selling himself.”
Atti looked at him a few more seconds before his posture relaxed a bit and he sighed.
“Today is not one of his good days as you might have noticed. Come back tomorrow or some day else. But I swear, hurt him and I will rip out your heart.” With that Atti turned around and went after Orlando. It wasn’t his part to tell Viggo everything but he had seen only honesty in the man. Maybe he was the one Orlando needed. The one who could give him what he needed and help him. Well, he would see that sooner or later. For now it was important to find Orlando. Depressed Orlando was always bad, but depressed and high Orlando was fatal.
TBC
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Date: 2007-03-16 11:21 am (UTC)