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fellowshippers2006-10-01 02:32 pm
Sounds like Safety (1/?)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Orlando/Viggo. The business of being ‘Orlando Bl**m’ is getting too much (yep that old chestnut). Our boy needs help. NB (3/10/06): have replaced the 'oo' with ** because unbelievably and worryingly I found this fic on a news aggregator on the net today.
Warnings: *switches on the big red warning indicators* Daddy Kink. H/C. For starters. If I post more of this I’ll clearly list warnings.
Disclaimer: LoTR RPS. This is utter nonsense and the product of a too fevered imagination. No implications should be made as to the real lives of anyone portrayed herein. I own nothing and make no money from this.
Feedback: I’m a bit nervous about this one as it’s really my first foray into the world of kinky slash. I was working on my other WIP when this bunny snuck in and took over. Feedback would be very welcome.
Orlando is pulled over at the side of a road somewhere in LA. He’s not sure where. At first he’d just wanted to shake the photographers who have been dogging his every step for the last four weeks. It’s gotten so he hears the cameras beeping and clicking and sees them flashing even when he’s safe at home with the curtains closed and the doors locked and checked and checked again.
Rush hour traffic seemed to get rid of them but he hadn’t stopped driving. Now it’s dark and he has the feeling he’s meant to be somewhere but can’t quite get it together enough to remember exactly where that somewhere is.
He feels his breathing start to speed up.
“Jesus, not again.”
It takes another five minutes to get his racing heart and breathing under control. The second panic attack today. He’s lost count of how many that makes in the last few days.
He counts off to ten. And again. In the absence of the traditional brown paper bag to blow into it’s the best he can do to sort himself out.
He crosses his arms on the steering wheel and drops his head on to them.
It’s inevitable really. He knows what the remedy is. Has known for at least a week that it will come to this. But he knows the rules: he’s only allowed to ask for it when nothing else will work. When he’s exhausted yoga, meditation, playing with Sidhi…. God knows those things have kept him sane but he’s done.
He reaches into his pocket for his phone.
Rocking his head to one side he finds looks through for the number and hesitates for just a second.
“Just fucking take the fucking red pill Orli. Let’s see how weird the rabbit hole gets this time yeah?”
He presses the call button and presses the phone to his free ear.
Two rings. Three.
“Please. Please pick up.”
The telephone gods hear the prayer and … answer. A half sob of relief escapes him.
“Orlando.”
The voice is rich and deep and sounds like safety.
“Yeah.”
A moment of silence drifts and elongates.
Orlando breaks it, as he knew he would have to.
“I need … I need to see you.”
“Really? I’m not sure that’s specific enough. Do you need to see me.. or..”
“Dammit Vig.”
“If you want…. that… You have to ask. You know that.”
Orlando does indeed know. It’s always the worst part. Nothing that follows is as bad. Never gets any easier to do the asking though.
He pushes off the steering wheel, tipping his head back against the headrest, eyes shut, knuckles white round the phone.
“I need …. Please just let me come to you. Fuck!”
Another silence. Orlando knows what he has to say and forces it out.
“Will you let me come home Daddy?”
He can hear the sigh of satisfaction drift down the line and wrap around him like a warm blanket.
“Always baby boy. Always. I’ll expect you late tomorrow at the ranch?”
“Yes.” Orlando’s voice conveys agreement and surrender in equal measure.
“Tomorrow. Daddy….” His throat tightens and his voice fails.
Viggo gives mercy.
“I know. Daddy loves you too.”
And then cuts the connection.
To be continued?
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Thank you for taking the time to comment!
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You gave me applause and used that icon?! *huggles you*
More coming up soon.
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That's so nice of you to comment even though it's not your thing. Whether the writing is any good or not is kind of important to me so this feedback is great. Thank you!
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You "cut the connection" too soon!!! *grins*
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Btw, that picture of Viggo in your icon? Those eyes? Guh.
Thanks for commenting :)