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Haunted
Title: Watching me, wanting me
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elf_skitzo
Rating: R
Warnings: non-con! rape, graphic, language
Summary: the aftermath of a night with the boys
Notes: if the moderators are offended, they are free to remove this fic at their discretion. Lyrics featured in the title and fic are from the song "Haunted" by Evanescence. do I feel guilty? I probably will. possibly to be submitted for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
lotrpschallenge number 14.
Disclaimer: I know nothing, own nothing, have nothing. Never happened; don't know Orlando Bloom, Dominic Monaghan, or Elijah Wood. Etc, etc.
five
"Bye Elijah, Dom."
"You gonna be all right Orli?"
"Yeah, a bit of a walk won't kill me, hey? It's just a few blocks down."
"See you later, mate."
"See you. Don't let Dom get too pissed."
"Fuck you too."
Orlando grinned and shook his head, waving his friends off before turning down the sidewalk towards his hotel. He was tired, and didn't see a need to work up a hangover. They had already spent most of the night between clubs and bars, reuniting after several months of going their own separate ways. The streets were getting empty, lights dim and flickering every now and again at that ungodly hour in the morning.
ten
The sweat that had kept his hair and skin damp between club scenes was starting to evapourate, leaving goosebumps to rise on olive skin and sending chills slithering down Orlando's back. It felt good to be alone for a little while, though he loved the company of his mates. Spending so much time around so many people drained him more than he cared to admit. He was actually looking forward to taking a long, hot shower once he got back to his room. Pausing under a street lamp, Orlando fumbled in his pocket for a moment before recovering his pack of cigarettes and lighter. The dim yellow light was all he needed to get lit up and he breathed a smokey sigh, chuckling to himself. He could only imagine what Dom or Elijah would be saying to him, the hypocritical wankers.
"Got a light?"
He jumped, dark eyes flashing open when he heard the voice to his right. Another man was standing there, just out of the circle of light, cigarette already tucked between lips. Orlando eyed him dubiously for a moment before giving a vague shrug of his shoulders, retrieving his lighter again and offering it without a second thought. It was cheap, it wouldn't matter if it was stolen and sold on E-bay.
"Aren't you Orlando Bloom?"
"Yeah."
He hadn't expected the outstretched hand to snatch his wrist, though. Immediately lips parted, cigarette falling from them. Confusion flickered briefly across his face with panic shadowing it soon after. What the hell is he doing? "What the fuck, mate?"
"Shut up."
Orlando's breath was forced from him when his body was shoved into a back alley just three feet away, ricocheting off a brick wall. His head spun for a moment - he had hit the back of it on the wall. Brow knitting, he looked up in time to see a fist coming at him. Quickly he moved, only to be grabbed by the collar of his shirt. Orlando gasped sharply, his hands flying to the fabric being used to choke him. His right arm flew back, elbow jabbing sharply against his assailant's stomach. Hearing an angry grunt, he tried to pull loose - his forward momentum was used against him and he was shoved forward, landing hard on his hands and knees.
He scrambled to get up, get away. The other man grabbed his ankle, wrenching his feet out from under him. Orlando landed with a forced grunt, brow knitting when he felt a larger body covering his own, pinning him down against the damp concrete.
"Hold the fuck still!" was growled in his ear.
"What d'you want?" he gasped out, shuddering when he felt warm breath against the back of his head, realising that the other man was smelling his hair.
"I want what everyone wants."
fifteen
"Get off me!" Heart pounding, Orlando got his hands under him, shoved his weight back desperately to get himself free. He managed to get up this time but his freedom didn't last long. Stars burst in front of his eyes when a body slam landed him against the opposite wall of the narrow way, his temple bouncing off the rough surface like rubber. He swore he felt his brain knocking around inside his skull. Everything grew dim, swimming uncertainly in front of him as he struggled to keep from fainting.
A sharp kick brought him to his knees again, the world spinning.
His head was throbbing, his quickened pulse pounding against his temples. Orlando's bruised cheek was pushed against the rough ground, a strong hand gripping him by his neck, choking him. "Get off me," he whispered, his voice hoarse and strained. Adrenaline would not let the fight leave him, the pain not entirely registering with his mind. The sound of his demand angered his attacker - the hand tightened around his throat, leaving him to gasp and renew his weakened struggle.
"Fucking bitch."
Orlando cried out when his head was lifted, only to be shoved into the pavement once more. Black edged on his vision, threatening to over come what little he could see. He could feel a frustrated hand tear the button of his jeans, wrenching the fly down.
No.. no... no... please no.
Denim was dragged from his hips and left around his knees. "No.." He muttered deliriously, struggling to push himself up. The other man cuffed him over the back of the head - Orlando felt sick. His assailant's hips pressed against him - Orli shuddered, feeling an obvious erection nudging his thigh.
"Put up a good fight.. mine now.." The voice rasping in his ear was hoarse and low, he didn't recognise it.
"Please.. let me go."
"Shut up!"
A hand grabbed his hip hard enough to bruise. "No.. no... AH!" Orlando screamed, feeling his throat tighten when he felt the other man's cock pushed and forced into his body. Bile rose in his throat, tears sprang to his eyes, stinging sharply. The unforgiving pain washed over him. Dark lashes fluttered, eyes rolling back - but the young man was not fortuante enough to faint.
twenty
"Fucking take it!"
Orlando's stomach lurched, hands struggled to grab something.. anything. He groaned when a pair of strong hands grabbed his shoulders, pushing him down against the damp concrete. His torso was pinned to the ground, each thrust feeling like it was tearing his body apart from the inside out. He felt like he was dying.
Please... please stop.. please...
"They all think.. they can't have you... but I have you.. I'm having you.. Fucking Orlando Bloom.."
The worlds were garbled in his head, his vision coming and going unpredictably. He wanted nothing more than to pass out, than to black out and forget everything that was happening to him. But he couldn't. How many times had his head been hit? He couldn't... he might not wake up...
Burning, tearing, fucking, brutalizing.
"Oh fuck I'm gonna come.. Aw hell I knew you'd be good.. I knew you'd be.. fucking.. tight!"
A weak cry tore from Orlando's throat, his body shuddering in complaint when his body was flooded with burning fluid. He gagged, then threw up, his stomach heaving until there was nothing left. Orlando collapsed to the ground, the fight beaten from him. He was vaguely aware the man was getting up. He hoped he was going away.
He was wrong.
twenty five
He was grabbed by the collar off his shirt, dragged up to meet the other man's face. Dark lashes fluttered - he couldn't focus, everything was blurry.
"You were a good fuck for a pretty boy. Too bad someone would actually miss you."
Orlando wanted to say something, but his voice wasn't working. The last thing he saw was a fist coming at him. The blow served to send him into oblivion, the black curtain closing on his vision before he even had a chance to close his eyes.
forty five
Blue and red lights were flashing. Had he fallen? Who had called the paramedics? Where were his mates? The bastards owed him fifty quid.
"Mr. Bloom, can you hear me?"
"Yeah." He was shocked by the sound of his own voice when it croaked from his mouth, brow knitting for a moment. Oh God but his head hurt.
"He's conscious!" He wanted to tell the guy not to yell, that his head hurt, that he hurt.. everywhere. "Mr. Bloom do you know where you are?"
That question took a moment longer. No, he didn't know where he was. Struggling to open his eyes more, to get them focused, he searched for a street sign of.. something. Everything came back to him in a rush of information that he had not been prepared for. Tears welled in soft doe eyes, split and bruised lips parted, trembled. "Oh God.."
fifty
They were talking to him, telling him where he had been found, what they were going to do, what they were doing, asking him.. Asking him questions that he didn't have answers to. The voices of doctors and police officers mixed and garbled together in his head until he couldn't discern one question from another.
No serious brain damange. Adaquet response times. Collect the rape kit.
Rape kit... He had been raped. The word rang in his head, as if merely hearing it made it more true than it had been in the alley, than it had been when he arrived at the hospital.
"Mr. Bloom, can you hear me?"
"Yes." Whispered, he couldn't manage anything more than that. His throat hurt. Everything hurt.
"Mr. Bloom, we have to collect evidence.."
He didn't want to talk anymore, but nodding his head sent everything spinning. "Okay." Quiet, meek. A hollow feeling was settling inside him, jaw clenching when he was stood up.
sixty
Someone walked in before his clothes were collected. They averted their eyes anyway. "Uhm, is there anyone you would like us to contact?"
He felt sick again, his stomach clenching as his mind raced over faces and names. Who had he been with..? Dom and Elijah.. no. Orlando shook his head. "No.. I'll be all right."
He was always all right.
Epilogue
Long lost words whisper slowly to me
Still can't find what keeps me here
When all this time I've been so hollow inside
I know you're still there
Watching me, wanting me
I can feel you hold me down
Fearing you, loving you
I won't let you hold me down
Haunting you, I can smell you - alive
Your heart pounding in my head
Watching me, wanting me
I can feel you hold me down
Saving me, raping me
Watching me
Watching me, wanting me
I can feel you hold me down
Fearing you, loving you
I won't let you pull me down
-Haunted-
Author:
elf_skitzoRating: R
Warnings: non-con! rape, graphic, language
Summary: the aftermath of a night with the boys
Notes: if the moderators are offended, they are free to remove this fic at their discretion. Lyrics featured in the title and fic are from the song "Haunted" by Evanescence. do I feel guilty? I probably will. possibly to be submitted for
lotrpschallenge number 14.Disclaimer: I know nothing, own nothing, have nothing. Never happened; don't know Orlando Bloom, Dominic Monaghan, or Elijah Wood. Etc, etc.
five
"Bye Elijah, Dom."
"You gonna be all right Orli?"
"Yeah, a bit of a walk won't kill me, hey? It's just a few blocks down."
"See you later, mate."
"See you. Don't let Dom get too pissed."
"Fuck you too."
Orlando grinned and shook his head, waving his friends off before turning down the sidewalk towards his hotel. He was tired, and didn't see a need to work up a hangover. They had already spent most of the night between clubs and bars, reuniting after several months of going their own separate ways. The streets were getting empty, lights dim and flickering every now and again at that ungodly hour in the morning.
ten
The sweat that had kept his hair and skin damp between club scenes was starting to evapourate, leaving goosebumps to rise on olive skin and sending chills slithering down Orlando's back. It felt good to be alone for a little while, though he loved the company of his mates. Spending so much time around so many people drained him more than he cared to admit. He was actually looking forward to taking a long, hot shower once he got back to his room. Pausing under a street lamp, Orlando fumbled in his pocket for a moment before recovering his pack of cigarettes and lighter. The dim yellow light was all he needed to get lit up and he breathed a smokey sigh, chuckling to himself. He could only imagine what Dom or Elijah would be saying to him, the hypocritical wankers.
"Got a light?"
He jumped, dark eyes flashing open when he heard the voice to his right. Another man was standing there, just out of the circle of light, cigarette already tucked between lips. Orlando eyed him dubiously for a moment before giving a vague shrug of his shoulders, retrieving his lighter again and offering it without a second thought. It was cheap, it wouldn't matter if it was stolen and sold on E-bay.
"Aren't you Orlando Bloom?"
"Yeah."
He hadn't expected the outstretched hand to snatch his wrist, though. Immediately lips parted, cigarette falling from them. Confusion flickered briefly across his face with panic shadowing it soon after. What the hell is he doing? "What the fuck, mate?"
"Shut up."
Orlando's breath was forced from him when his body was shoved into a back alley just three feet away, ricocheting off a brick wall. His head spun for a moment - he had hit the back of it on the wall. Brow knitting, he looked up in time to see a fist coming at him. Quickly he moved, only to be grabbed by the collar of his shirt. Orlando gasped sharply, his hands flying to the fabric being used to choke him. His right arm flew back, elbow jabbing sharply against his assailant's stomach. Hearing an angry grunt, he tried to pull loose - his forward momentum was used against him and he was shoved forward, landing hard on his hands and knees.
He scrambled to get up, get away. The other man grabbed his ankle, wrenching his feet out from under him. Orlando landed with a forced grunt, brow knitting when he felt a larger body covering his own, pinning him down against the damp concrete.
"Hold the fuck still!" was growled in his ear.
"What d'you want?" he gasped out, shuddering when he felt warm breath against the back of his head, realising that the other man was smelling his hair.
"I want what everyone wants."
fifteen
"Get off me!" Heart pounding, Orlando got his hands under him, shoved his weight back desperately to get himself free. He managed to get up this time but his freedom didn't last long. Stars burst in front of his eyes when a body slam landed him against the opposite wall of the narrow way, his temple bouncing off the rough surface like rubber. He swore he felt his brain knocking around inside his skull. Everything grew dim, swimming uncertainly in front of him as he struggled to keep from fainting.
A sharp kick brought him to his knees again, the world spinning.
His head was throbbing, his quickened pulse pounding against his temples. Orlando's bruised cheek was pushed against the rough ground, a strong hand gripping him by his neck, choking him. "Get off me," he whispered, his voice hoarse and strained. Adrenaline would not let the fight leave him, the pain not entirely registering with his mind. The sound of his demand angered his attacker - the hand tightened around his throat, leaving him to gasp and renew his weakened struggle.
"Fucking bitch."
Orlando cried out when his head was lifted, only to be shoved into the pavement once more. Black edged on his vision, threatening to over come what little he could see. He could feel a frustrated hand tear the button of his jeans, wrenching the fly down.
No.. no... no... please no.
Denim was dragged from his hips and left around his knees. "No.." He muttered deliriously, struggling to push himself up. The other man cuffed him over the back of the head - Orlando felt sick. His assailant's hips pressed against him - Orli shuddered, feeling an obvious erection nudging his thigh.
"Put up a good fight.. mine now.." The voice rasping in his ear was hoarse and low, he didn't recognise it.
"Please.. let me go."
"Shut up!"
A hand grabbed his hip hard enough to bruise. "No.. no... AH!" Orlando screamed, feeling his throat tighten when he felt the other man's cock pushed and forced into his body. Bile rose in his throat, tears sprang to his eyes, stinging sharply. The unforgiving pain washed over him. Dark lashes fluttered, eyes rolling back - but the young man was not fortuante enough to faint.
twenty
"Fucking take it!"
Orlando's stomach lurched, hands struggled to grab something.. anything. He groaned when a pair of strong hands grabbed his shoulders, pushing him down against the damp concrete. His torso was pinned to the ground, each thrust feeling like it was tearing his body apart from the inside out. He felt like he was dying.
Please... please stop.. please...
"They all think.. they can't have you... but I have you.. I'm having you.. Fucking Orlando Bloom.."
The worlds were garbled in his head, his vision coming and going unpredictably. He wanted nothing more than to pass out, than to black out and forget everything that was happening to him. But he couldn't. How many times had his head been hit? He couldn't... he might not wake up...
Burning, tearing, fucking, brutalizing.
"Oh fuck I'm gonna come.. Aw hell I knew you'd be good.. I knew you'd be.. fucking.. tight!"
A weak cry tore from Orlando's throat, his body shuddering in complaint when his body was flooded with burning fluid. He gagged, then threw up, his stomach heaving until there was nothing left. Orlando collapsed to the ground, the fight beaten from him. He was vaguely aware the man was getting up. He hoped he was going away.
He was wrong.
twenty five
He was grabbed by the collar off his shirt, dragged up to meet the other man's face. Dark lashes fluttered - he couldn't focus, everything was blurry.
"You were a good fuck for a pretty boy. Too bad someone would actually miss you."
Orlando wanted to say something, but his voice wasn't working. The last thing he saw was a fist coming at him. The blow served to send him into oblivion, the black curtain closing on his vision before he even had a chance to close his eyes.
forty five
Blue and red lights were flashing. Had he fallen? Who had called the paramedics? Where were his mates? The bastards owed him fifty quid.
"Mr. Bloom, can you hear me?"
"Yeah." He was shocked by the sound of his own voice when it croaked from his mouth, brow knitting for a moment. Oh God but his head hurt.
"He's conscious!" He wanted to tell the guy not to yell, that his head hurt, that he hurt.. everywhere. "Mr. Bloom do you know where you are?"
That question took a moment longer. No, he didn't know where he was. Struggling to open his eyes more, to get them focused, he searched for a street sign of.. something. Everything came back to him in a rush of information that he had not been prepared for. Tears welled in soft doe eyes, split and bruised lips parted, trembled. "Oh God.."
fifty
They were talking to him, telling him where he had been found, what they were going to do, what they were doing, asking him.. Asking him questions that he didn't have answers to. The voices of doctors and police officers mixed and garbled together in his head until he couldn't discern one question from another.
No serious brain damange. Adaquet response times. Collect the rape kit.
Rape kit... He had been raped. The word rang in his head, as if merely hearing it made it more true than it had been in the alley, than it had been when he arrived at the hospital.
"Mr. Bloom, can you hear me?"
"Yes." Whispered, he couldn't manage anything more than that. His throat hurt. Everything hurt.
"Mr. Bloom, we have to collect evidence.."
He didn't want to talk anymore, but nodding his head sent everything spinning. "Okay." Quiet, meek. A hollow feeling was settling inside him, jaw clenching when he was stood up.
sixty
Someone walked in before his clothes were collected. They averted their eyes anyway. "Uhm, is there anyone you would like us to contact?"
He felt sick again, his stomach clenching as his mind raced over faces and names. Who had he been with..? Dom and Elijah.. no. Orlando shook his head. "No.. I'll be all right."
He was always all right.
Epilogue
Long lost words whisper slowly to me
Still can't find what keeps me here
When all this time I've been so hollow inside
I know you're still there
Watching me, wanting me
I can feel you hold me down
Fearing you, loving you
I won't let you hold me down
Haunting you, I can smell you - alive
Your heart pounding in my head
Watching me, wanting me
I can feel you hold me down
Saving me, raping me
Watching me
Watching me, wanting me
I can feel you hold me down
Fearing you, loving you
I won't let you pull me down
-Haunted-
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But other than that, it is a really good fic. The writing was so good. It felt like I was watching this happen and not being able to do anything about it. I never cry over fics but this one made me gasp and put my hand over my mouth, wanting to cry. About the strongest reaction I've ever had over a slash fic!!
I've never read a non-con Orlando fic before. I've just never thought of it. I'm tempted to go look for more.
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I've never written it before, but the bunny kept gnawing until I got it down on paper.
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Breathtaking work,
Yours Truly
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Excellent.
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Still, if you don't go with it, I still loved your work, it was great.
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More than any other fic, the fact that it was written in 5 minute parts made it so real. So painful and horrifying.
And this hit a spot with me, though not like it did with you. For me, I find it terrifying the way that some 'fans' feel as though the boys owe them something. Most wouldn't ever take it like that guy did, but I know there must be some people out there that would.
And imagine hearing that your favourite star was raped... *shivers*
The dialogue, or rather the pleading and the forcing, was like a knife in my heart.
This was amazing and as much as it hurt me to read it, I'm so glad you wrote it. Wow.
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Thank you for the compliments, they're what keep me writing.