Watched

Title: Watched (2/?)

Author: Agarwaenloth

Pairing: Viggo/Orlando

Rating: will escalate to R

Summary: Orlando feels as if he's being watched, but shrugs it off as

being paid aid and doesn't tell anyone.

Archive: It's no where but here as of yet, but if anybody wants it on

their site, just ask.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of these people no matter how much I want

to. Also, this is in no way real, it is entirely fiction, so don't

sue me.

A/N: Be gentle. It's my first RPS fic.





"Orlando! You're not concentrating!" Peter yelled. "Take ten,

everyone!"



Orlando sighed. He didn't know what to do. He was afraid. Someone

was watching him, stalking him. They were able to get into his

house! They had threatened him, worse than that, they had threatened

Viggo!



Just the thought of something happening to the man he loved was

unbearable and caused him to tremble. Suddenly, he was being held by

a pair of strong arms. He immediately knew it was Viggo and buried

his face in the man's chest.



"Tell me what's wrong, baby," Viggo pleaded, his heart constricting

at the terror and pain Orlando seemed to be in.



"I can't," Orlando whispered brokenly as sobs wracked he

body. "Please, just stay away from me."



Viggo was taken aback by the statement. He pulled away and looked

into Orlando's face. His heart cried out at the tears of pain and

fear in the eyes of the younger man. He leaned in and captured

Orli's lips in a tender kiss. "I will if that's truly what you

want. Is it?"



"It is," Orlando said with tears streaming down his cheeks. He knew

it was a lie, and Viggo knew it too. He turned and walked away,

wanting nothing more but to cling to Viggo and tell him the truth,

but he could not allow Viggo to be hurt.



* * * * *



Viggo entered the make-up trailer just as Orlando was leaving. Viggo

could see the anguish on his face and wished he could gather him in

his arms and make all of his pain disappear. But he had to respect

Orli's request, even if he knew that the other didn't want it either.



As Orlando walked away, Viggo noticed something on the ground that

had apparently fallen out of his pocket. He picked it up, but

Orlando was already gone. Viggo looked at what he held and found a

folded piece of paper Curiosity got the better of him, and he opened

the paper. The words written there made his heart skip a beat.



'You are mine. I am watching you every minute of every day. Do not

think I did not see you with Mortensen tonight. Stay away from him!

You belong to me. And if you even think about speaking of this to

anyone, people will get hurt, starting with Mortensen. Remember, you

are mine!'



Orlando was in danger. It all made sense now. He obviously had

stalker, and that stalker would make his move soon since he had

revealed his presence. Viggo wanted to rush straight to Orlando's,

but he knew he had to get out of his Aragorn costume. `I'll check on

him as soon as I'm done,' he silently vowed, praying Orlando was safe.



* * * * *



Orlando approached his front door with trepidation. He didn't want

to go in, but he had nowhere else to go. He stepped inside and went

in farther, leaving the door open.



Suddenly, the door slammed shut behind him. Before Orlando could

even turn all the way around, a stabbing pain erupted in his right

shoulder. He started struggling when he felt hands groping him. He

ended up being shoved and falling hard on and breaking a small table

nearby. The pain in his shoulder was immediately eclipsed by a

paralyzing pain in his back.



Through the haze of pain, Orlando felt hands turning him over and

ripping his clothes off. He shuddered as a hardness was pressed

against his opening. Orlando cried out as unbearable pain went

through his body at his attacker's forced entrance. He whimpered in

agony as his attacker ruthlessly thrust into him and found his

release.



Tears were streaming down his face as his attacker pulled out of

him. All he felt was pain and shame. Warm breath brushed against

his cheek as his attacker whispered in his ear, "I'll be back for

you. Remember, you are mine."



The pain in his body finally got the better of him, and he thankfully

drifted out of consciousness. His last thoughts were of Viggo,

wishing he would come and make all of his pain go away.



* * * * *



Viggo sped toward Orlando's. Peter had stopped him to discuss some

scenes with him, and now a feeling had flared up inside of him

telling him he had to get to Orlando.



He pulled into the driveway and jumped out of the car. He ran to the

front door and, without considering that Orlando could be fine, burst

through the door. The sight that met him made him stop dead and his

blood run cold.



Orlando was lying face first in a pool of blood, deprived of his

clothing.