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rugbytackleI hope you are still somewhere out there and didn't fall into some of my plot-holes. Here come some more, held together with some irritating plot.
I don't know, if you will like the new turn.
*squirms uncomfortably*
TITLE: LIKE A CHILD Part 3
SERIES: Like a child
AUTHOR: Sadness1986
PAIRING: SB/VM, VM/ ?
RATING: NC-17
WARNING: angst, rape
SUMMARY: In the swirl of shadows and rain he sees a light and he knows, that there's the one, the only one, who could understand the message and the only one, who could keep the Indian Runner safe until dawn, when he can't run anymore, because he's so tired and afraid.
DISCLAIMER: It's fiction. Some quotes stolen from "Indian Runner" and one from Viggo's poetry? Do you find it?
NOTES: Strange plot. # flashbacks #
TITLE: LIKE A CHILD Part 3
SERIES: Like a child
AUTHOR: Sadness1986
PAIRING: SB/VM, VM/ ?
RATING: NC-17
WARNING: angst, rape
SUMMARY: In the swirl of shadows and rain he sees a light and he knows, that there's the one, the only one, who could understand the message and the only one, who could keep the Indian Runner safe until dawn, when he can't run anymore, because he's so tired and afraid.
DISCLAIMER: It's fiction. Some quotes stolen from "Indian Runner" and one from Viggo's poetry? Do you find it?
NOTES: Strange plot. # flashbacks #
# His lips tremble, he is mute again, like he was, when he was Clay, even unable to scream.
"Show me, how sorry you are", HE demands and Viggo scrambles forward, leaning down to kiss HIS feet, nuzzling them, licking them.
A well-placed hard kick in his stomach makes him cringe, everything in him curls up, he curls up, face pressed against the rough carpet, that swallows his tears. #
Viggo screams, but the thunder drinks it greedily and he runs faster. Sharp stones cut his bare feet, but he doesn't recognise, he just runs, runs into oblivion, runs away from himself and his memory.
He's just clad in sweatpants and a ratty T-shirt. Night's chill burns in his joints and muscles, numbs his feet, rain has soaked him to his skin, but fear makes him strong, weightless, painless and he flies like an arrow through the blurring landscape, unable to tell, if his feet even touch the ground.
# "Get up, clean yourself and prepare for me", HE hisses and Viggo slowly uncurls on the floor. Time is like syrup, clinging to him, stretching in lazy drops, staying in sticky smears as reminder on his surroundings.
He rises, shivering all over and looks into HIS unforgiving, cold eyes. Viggo's lips form the words, that are stuck in his throat soundlessly: "Please, don't." #
He's an Indian Runner, a message, he tells himself. No fucking wolf or grizzly can touch him and HE can't, because he's a message, how can you hurt a message?
Viggo feels himself fading into something untouchable, he's just spirit, independent from time and space, quick as the lightning, strong as the storm and the loud thunder vibrates in the cage of his ribs, makes his heart beat faster.
# HE just growls impatiently and grabs a fist full of Viggo's long hair, drags him by it through the house. Viggo stumbles and HE tugs hard on the silky strands until his eyes water. When they arrive in the kitchen, HE snatches a knife while passing by and begins to cut Viggo's clothes off, while still heading to the bathroom.
He squirms and stumbles even more and the blade nicks his skin. When they finally reach the bathroom, Viggo's naked body is covered in thin crimson cuts.
Like spider webs of pain they mark his trembling form. #
In the swirl of shadows and rain he sees a light and he knows, that there's the one, the only one, who could understand the message and the only one, who could keep the Indian Runner safe until dawn, when he can't run anymore, because he's so tired and afraid.
There he could rest lightly on the pillows like a fading scream.
# Viggo breaks his silence and wails as he is pushed face first into the shower stall, smashed against the tiled wall and HE lines up with him, kicking his legs apart and pushes into his unprepared body.
The pain is unbearable, it's agony, almost enough to pass out, almost.
He leaves his body, hovers over the scene, watches the struggling, hurting, slippery being, twisting like an eel in HIS arms, taut and feisty like an unbroken stallion, tensing and bucking, but HE just punches him until he goes limp. Body numb and soul torn in shreds, vanishing with the swirls of blood down his legs. #
He pants as he stops in front of the house. Suddenly feeling returns to his body on he stumbles over the wet lawn, his bruised feet burning and he's hurting all over and inside. He's cold. So cold and afraid, that the message got lost on the way or is unreadable. His hand moves to the door bell.
# Viggo looks into his own eyes as his tortured body arches one last time with a brutal thrust of HIM and he reaches out for his own face, offering comfort, trying to remember, how the first time was, how HIS kisses had tasted, how HIS tenderness felt, how lovemaking felt.
And with a new flash of pain he's back in his body, crying and clutching one of HIS hands, nuzzling the palm. #
"Viggo?", he hears a voice, distant, far away. Viggo smiles, he can see spring, green and fresh, even if it's still autumn. He can feel sunlight, golden and soft and warm. Reaching out for it, he touches Sean's skin. Smooth over a hard cheekbone.
His eyes are like lakes, perfect images of the sky, they mirror, surrounded by golden dried reed.
Then Sean takes is hand, drags him in, cursing and muttering and scolding: "You are fucking freezing. Take a bath, I'll make tea. Then you'll explain to me, why you are here in the middle of the bloody night, barefoot and soaked."
Some minutes later he's up to his ears in oily bubbles, hot water burning in the cuts adorning his whole body, but he doesn't care. He feels safe, protected by Sean's noisy presence in the kitchen, loud cursing and banging filtering through the thin walls.
He feels like a child again as warmth spreads in his chest again and he closes his eyes, becoming open and trusting again.
A soft knock on the door and Sean comes in. Viggo smiles at him. He's wearing black boxers, a black T-shirt and a concerned frown, that fades, when he looks at Viggo's face.
So ageless and serene, experience of a man and the innocence of a child mixing into the confusing beauty of pureness, that only wild, untamed beings possess. It doesn't feel wrong or strange to refer a man as beautiful, because it's Viggo. He's not just a man, he's special, a soulmate.
Sean smiles and leans down to head-butt him as softly as he manages and Viggo wrinkles his nose and giggles.
When he rises from the water, Sean immediately wraps him into a big fluffy towel and he freezes, as he feels Viggo's ribs even through the fabric.
Determined slides an arm around him and lifts the squealing man with the other arm under the back of his knees, carrying him like a bride to the bedroom, but tucking him in like a child, naked as he is.
"I'll get your tea", he says and tries a stern fatherly look on his child-like friend, but fails as he hears Viggo's tummy rumbling loudly. Grinning at his embarrassed, blushing friend , he adds: "And some leftover from dinner."
Viggo laughs, when they sit together in bed, finally able to forget. Maybe it's Sean's magical cooking or just his smile, that warms him from the inside and soothes his hurts.
"I never allowed Henry to eat in bed", he tells Sean and reminds him, that he's no child at all. He's a father, but still so young and wild at heart.
Now Sean sees the wrinkles even in the half-dark, when Viggo smiles, sees the man he is, sees the muscles of his bare strong arms flex, when he gestures while talking of his son.
Sees love and tenderness so openly, that he can feel it like a caress deep in his heart.
He listens to Viggo's soft: "Goodnight, Sean", watches him curl up and close his eyes before he falls asleep himself.
I don't know, if you will like the new turn.
*squirms uncomfortably*
TITLE: LIKE A CHILD Part 3
SERIES: Like a child
AUTHOR: Sadness1986
PAIRING: SB/VM, VM/ ?
RATING: NC-17
WARNING: angst, rape
SUMMARY: In the swirl of shadows and rain he sees a light and he knows, that there's the one, the only one, who could understand the message and the only one, who could keep the Indian Runner safe until dawn, when he can't run anymore, because he's so tired and afraid.
DISCLAIMER: It's fiction. Some quotes stolen from "Indian Runner" and one from Viggo's poetry? Do you find it?
NOTES: Strange plot. # flashbacks #
TITLE: LIKE A CHILD Part 3
SERIES: Like a child
AUTHOR: Sadness1986
PAIRING: SB/VM, VM/ ?
RATING: NC-17
WARNING: angst, rape
SUMMARY: In the swirl of shadows and rain he sees a light and he knows, that there's the one, the only one, who could understand the message and the only one, who could keep the Indian Runner safe until dawn, when he can't run anymore, because he's so tired and afraid.
DISCLAIMER: It's fiction. Some quotes stolen from "Indian Runner" and one from Viggo's poetry? Do you find it?
NOTES: Strange plot. # flashbacks #
# His lips tremble, he is mute again, like he was, when he was Clay, even unable to scream.
"Show me, how sorry you are", HE demands and Viggo scrambles forward, leaning down to kiss HIS feet, nuzzling them, licking them.
A well-placed hard kick in his stomach makes him cringe, everything in him curls up, he curls up, face pressed against the rough carpet, that swallows his tears. #
Viggo screams, but the thunder drinks it greedily and he runs faster. Sharp stones cut his bare feet, but he doesn't recognise, he just runs, runs into oblivion, runs away from himself and his memory.
He's just clad in sweatpants and a ratty T-shirt. Night's chill burns in his joints and muscles, numbs his feet, rain has soaked him to his skin, but fear makes him strong, weightless, painless and he flies like an arrow through the blurring landscape, unable to tell, if his feet even touch the ground.
# "Get up, clean yourself and prepare for me", HE hisses and Viggo slowly uncurls on the floor. Time is like syrup, clinging to him, stretching in lazy drops, staying in sticky smears as reminder on his surroundings.
He rises, shivering all over and looks into HIS unforgiving, cold eyes. Viggo's lips form the words, that are stuck in his throat soundlessly: "Please, don't." #
He's an Indian Runner, a message, he tells himself. No fucking wolf or grizzly can touch him and HE can't, because he's a message, how can you hurt a message?
Viggo feels himself fading into something untouchable, he's just spirit, independent from time and space, quick as the lightning, strong as the storm and the loud thunder vibrates in the cage of his ribs, makes his heart beat faster.
# HE just growls impatiently and grabs a fist full of Viggo's long hair, drags him by it through the house. Viggo stumbles and HE tugs hard on the silky strands until his eyes water. When they arrive in the kitchen, HE snatches a knife while passing by and begins to cut Viggo's clothes off, while still heading to the bathroom.
He squirms and stumbles even more and the blade nicks his skin. When they finally reach the bathroom, Viggo's naked body is covered in thin crimson cuts.
Like spider webs of pain they mark his trembling form. #
In the swirl of shadows and rain he sees a light and he knows, that there's the one, the only one, who could understand the message and the only one, who could keep the Indian Runner safe until dawn, when he can't run anymore, because he's so tired and afraid.
There he could rest lightly on the pillows like a fading scream.
# Viggo breaks his silence and wails as he is pushed face first into the shower stall, smashed against the tiled wall and HE lines up with him, kicking his legs apart and pushes into his unprepared body.
The pain is unbearable, it's agony, almost enough to pass out, almost.
He leaves his body, hovers over the scene, watches the struggling, hurting, slippery being, twisting like an eel in HIS arms, taut and feisty like an unbroken stallion, tensing and bucking, but HE just punches him until he goes limp. Body numb and soul torn in shreds, vanishing with the swirls of blood down his legs. #
He pants as he stops in front of the house. Suddenly feeling returns to his body on he stumbles over the wet lawn, his bruised feet burning and he's hurting all over and inside. He's cold. So cold and afraid, that the message got lost on the way or is unreadable. His hand moves to the door bell.
# Viggo looks into his own eyes as his tortured body arches one last time with a brutal thrust of HIM and he reaches out for his own face, offering comfort, trying to remember, how the first time was, how HIS kisses had tasted, how HIS tenderness felt, how lovemaking felt.
And with a new flash of pain he's back in his body, crying and clutching one of HIS hands, nuzzling the palm. #
"Viggo?", he hears a voice, distant, far away. Viggo smiles, he can see spring, green and fresh, even if it's still autumn. He can feel sunlight, golden and soft and warm. Reaching out for it, he touches Sean's skin. Smooth over a hard cheekbone.
His eyes are like lakes, perfect images of the sky, they mirror, surrounded by golden dried reed.
Then Sean takes is hand, drags him in, cursing and muttering and scolding: "You are fucking freezing. Take a bath, I'll make tea. Then you'll explain to me, why you are here in the middle of the bloody night, barefoot and soaked."
Some minutes later he's up to his ears in oily bubbles, hot water burning in the cuts adorning his whole body, but he doesn't care. He feels safe, protected by Sean's noisy presence in the kitchen, loud cursing and banging filtering through the thin walls.
He feels like a child again as warmth spreads in his chest again and he closes his eyes, becoming open and trusting again.
A soft knock on the door and Sean comes in. Viggo smiles at him. He's wearing black boxers, a black T-shirt and a concerned frown, that fades, when he looks at Viggo's face.
So ageless and serene, experience of a man and the innocence of a child mixing into the confusing beauty of pureness, that only wild, untamed beings possess. It doesn't feel wrong or strange to refer a man as beautiful, because it's Viggo. He's not just a man, he's special, a soulmate.
Sean smiles and leans down to head-butt him as softly as he manages and Viggo wrinkles his nose and giggles.
When he rises from the water, Sean immediately wraps him into a big fluffy towel and he freezes, as he feels Viggo's ribs even through the fabric.
Determined slides an arm around him and lifts the squealing man with the other arm under the back of his knees, carrying him like a bride to the bedroom, but tucking him in like a child, naked as he is.
"I'll get your tea", he says and tries a stern fatherly look on his child-like friend, but fails as he hears Viggo's tummy rumbling loudly. Grinning at his embarrassed, blushing friend , he adds: "And some leftover from dinner."
Viggo laughs, when they sit together in bed, finally able to forget. Maybe it's Sean's magical cooking or just his smile, that warms him from the inside and soothes his hurts.
"I never allowed Henry to eat in bed", he tells Sean and reminds him, that he's no child at all. He's a father, but still so young and wild at heart.
Now Sean sees the wrinkles even in the half-dark, when Viggo smiles, sees the man he is, sees the muscles of his bare strong arms flex, when he gestures while talking of his son.
Sees love and tenderness so openly, that he can feel it like a caress deep in his heart.
He listens to Viggo's soft: "Goodnight, Sean", watches him curl up and close his eyes before he falls asleep himself.
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Date: 2004-05-27 12:12 pm (UTC)More please....
*blushes*
Date: 2004-05-27 12:23 pm (UTC)*hugs you*
More soon. But not before Sunday night. I just can go online after 18:00 and tomorrow I'm out with my boyfriend and on Saturday, too.
*grins*
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Date: 2004-05-27 12:36 pm (UTC):)
Date: 2004-05-27 02:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-28 02:22 am (UTC)*smiles*
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Date: 2004-06-01 11:46 am (UTC)*hugs both*
*hugs you for writing it*