Love Lost and Found

Chapter 26/?

Viggo looked worriedly at Orlando. The young man had not said a word since they had driven home from the police station. He could hear John and Torsten moving about upstairs. The bodyguards had insisted on checking every room and every single window, wanting to make sure that the house was really safe and that no one could get inside. Viggo and Orlando had remained behind in the living room.
“Orli!” Viggo rushed to his lover’s side as the young man suddenly swayed on his feet. “I’m alright…” mumbled Orlando, desperately trying to keep his balance. “Do you want to sit down?” Viggo tried to keep the worry from showing in his voice but failed miserably as Orlando almost fell again. The Brit nodded weakly and allowed himself to be led to the couch where he lay down at once, resting his head on one of the green, embroidered cushions.
“I can barely feel my legs anymore…” he sighed almost inaudibly, not wanting to increase Viggo’s obvious concern. “What did you say?” Viggo queried anxiously, sitting down next to Orlando and stroking the younger man’s auburn curls soothingly. “Orli? What did you say? Please talk to me?” he tried again as the Brit remained silent. “Orlando?” “I said I almost cannot feel my legs anymore…” Orlando whispered “they’re totally numb…. It’s strange…” “Here…” Viggo said quietly “let me put some cushions under them… there… Orlando? Orli!” Viggo shook the younger man’s shoulder worriedly. “Orlando? Is everything okay? Orlando!” //Oh my bloody fucking god!// Viggo thought panicking. The only thing he could hear was the thunderous beating of his own heart and Orlando’s rasped and shallow breathing that seemed to become more and more ragged with every breath the young man struggled for.
“Orlando? Please look at me?” Viggo tried again but Orlando stared right through him , not even blinking once. //He inhales long enough… even though it’s barely more than a gasp… but he doesn’t really exhale… he must be suffocating on the air inside his lungs… he’s hyperventilating! What the fuck do I do now?//

The dripping of water nearby almost drove him mad. It was what had woken him again; the steady rhythm of the drops of water hitting the floor had slowly but insistently pulled him back into consciousness. He wanted to shake his head, to clear his thoughts but stopped at once as a burning pain soared through his head. Moving had been a bad idea.
He blinked up into the darkness above him, trying to make something out in the humid glow that penetrated the nailed-shut windows and wove a sick greenish carpet of light within the room. It was warm. His back was pressed to the cold floor and he shuddered almost uncontrollably due to the warm moist air enveloping him.
He tugged at the chains holding his wrists but all his feeble efforts to free himself were in vain. His hands were fastened to a point somewhere over his head and his legs had been spread wide, his ankles tied to the wall wit yet another pair of chains.
He blinked again, this time able to see the ceiling, which seemed to be rather low in relation to the size of the room he was in. There were no shelves and cup-boards as far as he could see, only some objects with bizarre shapes and shadows that he could not identify cluttered the wall to his right.
He winced and turned his head towards the heavy wooden door as unsteady steps echoed down the staircase outside. Shudders cursed through his body as the door slowly swung open. He tried to look at his captor but he was unable to focus his gaze on the man’s face as he stepped closer, finally looming threateningly above him like a giant lion already poised to strike, ready to pounce on its prey.
A sigh of relief escaped his lips as the man pressed a glass with a sweet-smelling liquid against them. He knew that he should not drink it, that it might contain a drug or even poison but he was too thirsty to care either way. A pleasant warmth buzzed down his throat and churned his stomach. Slowly the warmth rose up into his head and he felt himself starting to float, as if lying on air as the effect of whatever potion had been in the glass already started to set in.
He was at the set again, floating above it as the rest of the cast scurried around under him, preparing for another shoot of the council scene. He was now in his body again, standing in the hallway that led to the Imladris gardens, talking to Sean Bean about some unimportant matter or other he could not recall.
Suddenly he was back in the cellar room, pressed to the ground but now he thought that he could move his arms and legs again and that it was Sean, who was leaning over him, caressing his stomach, which was already knotted in anticipation.
Sean was straddling him now, talking sweet nonsense to him. He could not understand what Sean was saying but he felt that it was something nice. For a brief moment it disturbed him that the man’s hair was slightly darker than Sean’s but soon he was looking at Sean’s features again. And Sean was the one looking at him now with desire in his green eyes. Sean, who was kissing him like he had never been kissed before; who was circling his fingers around his erect nipples, making him groan with pleasure.
He smiled happily as the man who was Sean to him told him to turn over, to lie on his stomach for him. He groaned as he shifted and his arousal rubbed against the stone floor, totally oblivious to the fact that his wrists and ankles were still chained to the walls. He moaned wantonly, arching his back as he felt Sean’s fingers probing his entrance, carefully scissoring him. He pressed back against the fingers entering him, eager to be filled, desperate to feel Sean within him.
The man, who was not Sean at all, grinned and then, suddenly, pushed the rest of his fingers inside, clenching them to a fist inside of the tight, contracting passage.
The resulting anguished scream tore through the evil laughter of his captor as the pain suddenly invaded him, overpowering the pleasure he had felt only seconds earlier.
//No.// He told himself firmly. Everything was alright. He was floating and he did not really know pain anymore, he just knew that he should feel pain. And it was Sean, who was moving his fist inside of him, Sean who was taking his pleasure from him and because of that everything was alright. Because it was Sean. Sean could not know, could he? And he had dreamt so often of Sean taking him that he did not care in which way it happened.
He lay motionless as the fist finally withdrew, choking on whimpered sobs. He was glad that it was over and yet he felt a strange sense of loss.
“I love you.” The man whom he believed to be Sean whispered. “No matter how much I deny my heart, I cannot help but love you.” His heart quickened as he heard those wonderful words and yet a few tears rolled down his cheeks as Sean left him. He would not have cried if he had known what was still in store for him.
He would have screamed.

Tbc…