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New: Servitus (2/25) [Viggo/Elijah AU] NC-17
Title: Servitus, part 2
Author: Saklani (saklani@wildmail.com), Wushu and Iocane
Codes: Viggo/Elijah, ELijah/Sean B. AU RPS
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own these men, or anything else I mention here. I am not looking to make money from this... God forbid. And I am NOT them nor is what I put down here real. Thank you.
Summary: Roman Elijah buys Spaniard Viggo as a slave, but finds that he is worth more to him than he ever imagined.
Author's Notes: There is no semblance to real history here! Please do not look for any! Please! I wrote this due to a discussion on the LJ about Hidalgo and the slave scene. It was supposed to be Viggo buying Lij, but instead, it warped into Lij buying Viggo. Enjoy! Words in this section: Huir- flee. Muerte- death. Trampa- trap. Ejercito-army. Romana- Roman. Desesperacion- despair. Escalvo- slave. Enemiga- hate. Cautivo- caught.
Servitus part 2
Viggo lies chained in his small room, his hands manacled above his head. A plate of uneaten food, mostly scattered on the floor, rests near the door. The healer had been sent to see him the prior evening, but his attempts to help Viggo were met with stiff resistance. Guards finally had to hold him down so the healer could apply salve to the wounds, and he thrashed under them and caused old wounds to reopen. His battered feet were bound, but he ripped off the bindings three times before they finally manacled his hands above him. He attempted to spit out the medicine to prevent fever, choking and gagging on it as they forced it down. In the end, the healer declared he would never treat this man again, but a threat about Elijah's punishment made him quake and agree to return the next evening.
Now, as the dawn spilled weakly in through a small window, it cast light over a shaking, twisting body. Fever takes hold of Viggo from a dozen festering wounds, and he shakes with chills and delirium. His eyes open unseeing the real world, but the home from whence he had been so recently torn.
It was early morning when Elijah came by to check on his newest and most troublesome slave. His eyes narrow at Viggo's condition and ignoring the protests of his guard, he enters the room. "Get that healer back here now." Elijah almost growls, as he unchains Viggo's wrists and lay him down on the mat.
Touching just his arms Elijah feels the fever ravaging Viggo's battered body. He looks around the room, seeing the scattered food, the ripped bandages, and the manacles that still hung from the wall above the unconscious man. A few brisk questions fill him in on all that happened the night before, and he sighs again, muttering, "Stubborn man." A few more orders and servants rush around- cleaning the room, bringing extra blankets and fetching water.
Laying the blankets over Viggo, Elijah wet a rag and started to clean Viggo's face with it, "Where's that healer?"
"Romana!" Viggo cries suddenly, his voice full of fear and warning. "Romana! Huir! Huir!" He thrashes around, heedless of anything but the delirium. "Romana," he gasps again, shaking.
Elijah sighs, his face frowning as he recognizes the Spanish. He speaks softly to Viggo, "It's all right... it's just a dream." He continues wiping Viggo's face.
Viggo's breath comes in short, shallow pants. The skin under Elijah 's hands burns, heating the water even as it is applied. He does not acknowledge the words, but continues to moan and cry out at random intervals. "...trampa... huir... cautivo... MUERTE! MUERTE!" He thrashes upward, nearly cracking his head on the rock wall.
The healer bursts in the room, nearly pushed by two guards. He takes one look at Viggo and groans, "I knew this would happen! It's not my fault, my lord. Please, I tried to help him, but he resisted everything..."
Elijah catches the back of Viggo's head before he could hit any of the rocks, looking over at the healer. "He didn't take the medications did he? Stubborn Spaniard. Tell me what needs to be done to save his life, and I will make sure it's done."
The healer comes forward timidly and kneels by Viggo. He touches his skin and flinches. "He... his fever is near fatal temperatures, my lord. I can give him this medication-" he pulls out a vial of green fluid- "bathe him in cool water, clean his wounds... and hope." He examines Viggo clinically, checking over some of the deeper wounds, which are beginning to smell. "He is strong, but if the fever has taken hold too deeply... if he does not fight it..." The elderly healer looks down at his hands and falls silent.
"Desesperacion," Viggo murmurs.
Elijah sighs again, "Fool." He glances at the healer. "It will be done... Anything more?"
The healer nods. "He must be bathed now, with no delay. His whole body must be immersed in cold water if the fever has any hope of lowering." He tilts back Viggo's head expertly and pours the liquid down his throat, massaging to make sure it goes. "Each wound must be cleaned and salve applied to it... I will need help to get them all."
"We'll have to move him up to-" thinking for a long moment, Elijah nods firmly, looking over at the guards "-to the room next to mine. It contains the only other bathing pool that's big enough for him." Standing, he moves out of way of the men carrying Viggo, following him with the healer, "Come on."
Viggo dimly feels being lifted, but cannot focus on the sensation or anything else. "Muerte!" he cries in a loud voice, startling the guards and the healer.
The healer flinches again at the cry, glancing at Elijah and wondering if he would kill him when the Spaniard died. He knows the man is crying for death, seeking it out, and fears he cannot stem the tide of the fever. "Quickly," he urges the guards, daring to be bold to save his skin.
Striding after them Elijah's frown grows even more. He sends a runner ahead to order a cool bath be drawn. A full bath awaits when they all made it to the room. "Do what ever the healer orders." Elijah swept from the room, speaking over his shoulder, "I'll be back."
They dump him in the baht, where Viggo lays quietly, without the strength to move. The healer bends and adds cleansing herbs to the water. Taking a clean cloth, he wipes out every wound, listening to the Spaniard cry out and moan as the deeper ones were tackled. "You are a stubborn man," he mutters under his breath, "and you endanger my life. But I pity you."
Elijah overhears the last few words as he returns. "I am not my father, Healer. I do not kill on a whim." He pours a small amount of oil into the bath before looking over the Spaniard. "His condition is worse than I thought."
The healer falls silent, continuing to clean the Spaniard's wounds. He makes a small tutting noise when he reaches his patient's abdomen. "How he has survived this long, I do not know. His will must be great. See this scar, it must have laid him open to the guts."
"He's strong... but is he strong enough to want to live... that I don't know." Elijah cups the back of Viggo's head, leaning forward to whisper into Viggo's ear, too softly for the healer to understand, "Fight this warrior, fight as you have never fought before, and one day you shall see your home again."
The healer hides any expression at Elijah's actions, although he is not sure why so much trouble is being given for the life of a slave. He reaches Viggo's feet and makes another noise of sympathy. He washes them, wondering how a man might scrape off every bit of skin on his soles and yet still stand. For he knows this man has done so, as there are rocks pressed deep into the flesh.
Viggo's skin cools in the water and as the medicine takes affect. He still lies limp in the bath, floating in delirium. But his voice again rises strong out of him, as he growls, "Romana enemiga."
Elijah stands and looks away from Viggo, wondering why he was reacting so strongly to this slave. As his gaze sweeps over Viggo in the bath again, he knows why... Shaking his head Elijah forces himself to think no further "Not all of them Spaniard... Is his fever cooling, Healer?"
Touching various parts of Viggo's skin, the healer nods, his mouth quirking a little in relief. "Yes, he is out of danger for the moment. We must treat his infected wounds, so they do not push the fever up again. He will need baths and medicine for several days, but he has made it so far- indeed, he is as strong as any I have seen." He straightens and pulls out the salve. "Apply this to every wound after drying him off. The deeper wounds must be coated to their depths, even if it causes him pain. I am supposed to call on Callas now. Will you need me further?"
"No... But return tomorrow to check him. Thank you."
Once the healer leaves, Elijah orders the servants to carry Viggo from the bath to the bed and then sent them from the room. Starting at Viggo's feet, he applies the salve to each cut.
Consciousness filters back to Viggo piece by piece. He becomes first aware of the heat of his skin, then the flaring pains along his entire body and finally, somebody touching him softly, almost lovingly. But flashes of intense agony accomapny the touches. As a hand spreads something over his thigh, he cries out in pain and yanks back. His eyes open and focus blearily on someone nearby. "Who are you?"
"I am Elijah, son of Erestius, son of Spain." His hands do no stop spreading the salve.
"Erestius... Erestius..." Viggo murmurs, his brain struggling through pain and sickness to focus. And then he looks back up at Elijah and snarls. "Get away from me." He tries to pull away and is shocked by how weak and uncooperative his limbs are.
"Don't be foolish, Viggo. If you ever wish to get better, you need this." Elijah keeps his hands as impersonal as possible, although he wants to touch the magnificent man before him in other ways- many other ways.
"Who said I wanted to get better?" Viggo demands, putting all his strength into his voice. He hates his inability to fight this... child, who purports to call himself his master. But weakness sinks deep into his muscles, making them unresponsive. And darkness begins to tease the edge of his eyes, threatening to descend.
Elijah speaks softly in Viggo's native tongue, "Do you wish to die a slave, Son of Spain?"
"I do not wish to live one," Viggo replies in Elijah's native Latin, his face twisting in fury.
"There are worse things then living under my roof, Spaniard. Much worse things." Elijah's hands work over Viggo's abdomen.
"There is nothing worse than being a slave," he rejoins, weary from the effort, "no matter the situation."
"You are naive, Warrior... " Elijah's hands turn slightly caressing, as he finished spreading the salve over Viggo's chest. "Roll over."
"Even if I wanted to," Viggo says, voice now very tired, "my muscles no longer possess the strength." His eyes droop shut, his breath again labored. He lies on the bed, struggling for the energy to speak. "Your touch disgusts me," he manages finally, "for it is as unwelcome as the lash of a whip."
Taking a deep breath, Elijah moves, standing beside the bed, and with surprising strength turns Viggo onto his side. One hand holds Viggo there, as Elijah methodically spreads the salve across the damaged skin.
Viggo cannot suppress a weak moan as everything inside him jars. He gags suddenly, heaving, but there is nothing in him to come out... except a greenish fluid. He shudders, muscles giving out on him as his head sinks into the bed.
Elijah finished up and carefully lays Viggo back on the bed, cleaning up the mess with an efficiency that would surprise any who saw. "You are a sick man, Viggo of Spain. I would see you better."
"I would see myself dead," he whispers back. His little energy now spent, Viggo's head lolls to one side, body going limp. His efforts have exhausted him, leaving him completely vulnerable.
Elijah sits next to Viggo, level with his chest as he strokes the hair away from Viggo's face. "I believe that."
Viggo hears this and feels the soft touch, before the darkness crashes around him totally.
Elijah strokes Viggo's face for a long time before getting off the bed and sitting in one of the chairs. He takes care of the sick Spaniard the entire day, before drifting into an exhuatsed slumber.
**********
Author: Saklani (saklani@wildmail.com), Wushu and Iocane
Codes: Viggo/Elijah, ELijah/Sean B. AU RPS
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own these men, or anything else I mention here. I am not looking to make money from this... God forbid. And I am NOT them nor is what I put down here real. Thank you.
Summary: Roman Elijah buys Spaniard Viggo as a slave, but finds that he is worth more to him than he ever imagined.
Author's Notes: There is no semblance to real history here! Please do not look for any! Please! I wrote this due to a discussion on the LJ about Hidalgo and the slave scene. It was supposed to be Viggo buying Lij, but instead, it warped into Lij buying Viggo. Enjoy! Words in this section: Huir- flee. Muerte- death. Trampa- trap. Ejercito-army. Romana- Roman. Desesperacion- despair. Escalvo- slave. Enemiga- hate. Cautivo- caught.
Servitus part 2
Viggo lies chained in his small room, his hands manacled above his head. A plate of uneaten food, mostly scattered on the floor, rests near the door. The healer had been sent to see him the prior evening, but his attempts to help Viggo were met with stiff resistance. Guards finally had to hold him down so the healer could apply salve to the wounds, and he thrashed under them and caused old wounds to reopen. His battered feet were bound, but he ripped off the bindings three times before they finally manacled his hands above him. He attempted to spit out the medicine to prevent fever, choking and gagging on it as they forced it down. In the end, the healer declared he would never treat this man again, but a threat about Elijah's punishment made him quake and agree to return the next evening.
Now, as the dawn spilled weakly in through a small window, it cast light over a shaking, twisting body. Fever takes hold of Viggo from a dozen festering wounds, and he shakes with chills and delirium. His eyes open unseeing the real world, but the home from whence he had been so recently torn.
It was early morning when Elijah came by to check on his newest and most troublesome slave. His eyes narrow at Viggo's condition and ignoring the protests of his guard, he enters the room. "Get that healer back here now." Elijah almost growls, as he unchains Viggo's wrists and lay him down on the mat.
Touching just his arms Elijah feels the fever ravaging Viggo's battered body. He looks around the room, seeing the scattered food, the ripped bandages, and the manacles that still hung from the wall above the unconscious man. A few brisk questions fill him in on all that happened the night before, and he sighs again, muttering, "Stubborn man." A few more orders and servants rush around- cleaning the room, bringing extra blankets and fetching water.
Laying the blankets over Viggo, Elijah wet a rag and started to clean Viggo's face with it, "Where's that healer?"
"Romana!" Viggo cries suddenly, his voice full of fear and warning. "Romana! Huir! Huir!" He thrashes around, heedless of anything but the delirium. "Romana," he gasps again, shaking.
Elijah sighs, his face frowning as he recognizes the Spanish. He speaks softly to Viggo, "It's all right... it's just a dream." He continues wiping Viggo's face.
Viggo's breath comes in short, shallow pants. The skin under Elijah 's hands burns, heating the water even as it is applied. He does not acknowledge the words, but continues to moan and cry out at random intervals. "...trampa... huir... cautivo... MUERTE! MUERTE!" He thrashes upward, nearly cracking his head on the rock wall.
The healer bursts in the room, nearly pushed by two guards. He takes one look at Viggo and groans, "I knew this would happen! It's not my fault, my lord. Please, I tried to help him, but he resisted everything..."
Elijah catches the back of Viggo's head before he could hit any of the rocks, looking over at the healer. "He didn't take the medications did he? Stubborn Spaniard. Tell me what needs to be done to save his life, and I will make sure it's done."
The healer comes forward timidly and kneels by Viggo. He touches his skin and flinches. "He... his fever is near fatal temperatures, my lord. I can give him this medication-" he pulls out a vial of green fluid- "bathe him in cool water, clean his wounds... and hope." He examines Viggo clinically, checking over some of the deeper wounds, which are beginning to smell. "He is strong, but if the fever has taken hold too deeply... if he does not fight it..." The elderly healer looks down at his hands and falls silent.
"Desesperacion," Viggo murmurs.
Elijah sighs again, "Fool." He glances at the healer. "It will be done... Anything more?"
The healer nods. "He must be bathed now, with no delay. His whole body must be immersed in cold water if the fever has any hope of lowering." He tilts back Viggo's head expertly and pours the liquid down his throat, massaging to make sure it goes. "Each wound must be cleaned and salve applied to it... I will need help to get them all."
"We'll have to move him up to-" thinking for a long moment, Elijah nods firmly, looking over at the guards "-to the room next to mine. It contains the only other bathing pool that's big enough for him." Standing, he moves out of way of the men carrying Viggo, following him with the healer, "Come on."
Viggo dimly feels being lifted, but cannot focus on the sensation or anything else. "Muerte!" he cries in a loud voice, startling the guards and the healer.
The healer flinches again at the cry, glancing at Elijah and wondering if he would kill him when the Spaniard died. He knows the man is crying for death, seeking it out, and fears he cannot stem the tide of the fever. "Quickly," he urges the guards, daring to be bold to save his skin.
Striding after them Elijah's frown grows even more. He sends a runner ahead to order a cool bath be drawn. A full bath awaits when they all made it to the room. "Do what ever the healer orders." Elijah swept from the room, speaking over his shoulder, "I'll be back."
They dump him in the baht, where Viggo lays quietly, without the strength to move. The healer bends and adds cleansing herbs to the water. Taking a clean cloth, he wipes out every wound, listening to the Spaniard cry out and moan as the deeper ones were tackled. "You are a stubborn man," he mutters under his breath, "and you endanger my life. But I pity you."
Elijah overhears the last few words as he returns. "I am not my father, Healer. I do not kill on a whim." He pours a small amount of oil into the bath before looking over the Spaniard. "His condition is worse than I thought."
The healer falls silent, continuing to clean the Spaniard's wounds. He makes a small tutting noise when he reaches his patient's abdomen. "How he has survived this long, I do not know. His will must be great. See this scar, it must have laid him open to the guts."
"He's strong... but is he strong enough to want to live... that I don't know." Elijah cups the back of Viggo's head, leaning forward to whisper into Viggo's ear, too softly for the healer to understand, "Fight this warrior, fight as you have never fought before, and one day you shall see your home again."
The healer hides any expression at Elijah's actions, although he is not sure why so much trouble is being given for the life of a slave. He reaches Viggo's feet and makes another noise of sympathy. He washes them, wondering how a man might scrape off every bit of skin on his soles and yet still stand. For he knows this man has done so, as there are rocks pressed deep into the flesh.
Viggo's skin cools in the water and as the medicine takes affect. He still lies limp in the bath, floating in delirium. But his voice again rises strong out of him, as he growls, "Romana enemiga."
Elijah stands and looks away from Viggo, wondering why he was reacting so strongly to this slave. As his gaze sweeps over Viggo in the bath again, he knows why... Shaking his head Elijah forces himself to think no further "Not all of them Spaniard... Is his fever cooling, Healer?"
Touching various parts of Viggo's skin, the healer nods, his mouth quirking a little in relief. "Yes, he is out of danger for the moment. We must treat his infected wounds, so they do not push the fever up again. He will need baths and medicine for several days, but he has made it so far- indeed, he is as strong as any I have seen." He straightens and pulls out the salve. "Apply this to every wound after drying him off. The deeper wounds must be coated to their depths, even if it causes him pain. I am supposed to call on Callas now. Will you need me further?"
"No... But return tomorrow to check him. Thank you."
Once the healer leaves, Elijah orders the servants to carry Viggo from the bath to the bed and then sent them from the room. Starting at Viggo's feet, he applies the salve to each cut.
Consciousness filters back to Viggo piece by piece. He becomes first aware of the heat of his skin, then the flaring pains along his entire body and finally, somebody touching him softly, almost lovingly. But flashes of intense agony accomapny the touches. As a hand spreads something over his thigh, he cries out in pain and yanks back. His eyes open and focus blearily on someone nearby. "Who are you?"
"I am Elijah, son of Erestius, son of Spain." His hands do no stop spreading the salve.
"Erestius... Erestius..." Viggo murmurs, his brain struggling through pain and sickness to focus. And then he looks back up at Elijah and snarls. "Get away from me." He tries to pull away and is shocked by how weak and uncooperative his limbs are.
"Don't be foolish, Viggo. If you ever wish to get better, you need this." Elijah keeps his hands as impersonal as possible, although he wants to touch the magnificent man before him in other ways- many other ways.
"Who said I wanted to get better?" Viggo demands, putting all his strength into his voice. He hates his inability to fight this... child, who purports to call himself his master. But weakness sinks deep into his muscles, making them unresponsive. And darkness begins to tease the edge of his eyes, threatening to descend.
Elijah speaks softly in Viggo's native tongue, "Do you wish to die a slave, Son of Spain?"
"I do not wish to live one," Viggo replies in Elijah's native Latin, his face twisting in fury.
"There are worse things then living under my roof, Spaniard. Much worse things." Elijah's hands work over Viggo's abdomen.
"There is nothing worse than being a slave," he rejoins, weary from the effort, "no matter the situation."
"You are naive, Warrior... " Elijah's hands turn slightly caressing, as he finished spreading the salve over Viggo's chest. "Roll over."
"Even if I wanted to," Viggo says, voice now very tired, "my muscles no longer possess the strength." His eyes droop shut, his breath again labored. He lies on the bed, struggling for the energy to speak. "Your touch disgusts me," he manages finally, "for it is as unwelcome as the lash of a whip."
Taking a deep breath, Elijah moves, standing beside the bed, and with surprising strength turns Viggo onto his side. One hand holds Viggo there, as Elijah methodically spreads the salve across the damaged skin.
Viggo cannot suppress a weak moan as everything inside him jars. He gags suddenly, heaving, but there is nothing in him to come out... except a greenish fluid. He shudders, muscles giving out on him as his head sinks into the bed.
Elijah finished up and carefully lays Viggo back on the bed, cleaning up the mess with an efficiency that would surprise any who saw. "You are a sick man, Viggo of Spain. I would see you better."
"I would see myself dead," he whispers back. His little energy now spent, Viggo's head lolls to one side, body going limp. His efforts have exhausted him, leaving him completely vulnerable.
Elijah sits next to Viggo, level with his chest as he strokes the hair away from Viggo's face. "I believe that."
Viggo hears this and feels the soft touch, before the darkness crashes around him totally.
Elijah strokes Viggo's face for a long time before getting off the bed and sitting in one of the chairs. He takes care of the sick Spaniard the entire day, before drifting into an exhuatsed slumber.
**********
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Cheers! ^^
Link to Servitus
I am glad you find this interesting! Hre is a link to Part one on the viggo_elijah comm. The first part of Ser was also posted on fellowshippers, but there are more parts on viggo_elijah, if you want more.
http://www.livejournal.com/community/viggo_elijah/4330.html#cutid1
I hope you enjoy!
Saklani
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And, btw, would love to read the following 23 parts!
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Here is the link to the first part. Parts 3-10 are also up on viggo_elijah, if you want to read them. I am slowly putting all of it up, so the last 13 parts are not posted yet.
http://www.livejournal.com/community/viggo_elijah/4330.html#cutid1
I hope you enjoy!
Saklano
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