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AU Lost and Found Viggo/Elijah 1/?
By Kit Cassie Maxwell
R (will be NC17 later) for abusive boyfriend, being drugged and attempted rape.
Notes: You know Viggo's place and building in 'A Perfect murder'? Think that.
Love to my beltas Alexis and Maddy!
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Elijah ducked as a lamp was thrown at his head. He winced as a piece sliced his cheek.
"Get The Fuck OUT!" yelled the man who had thrown the lamp.
Elijah obeyed instantly, running out of the apartment and slamming the door shut. He leaned against the wall, trying unsuccessfully to will back the tears.
Elijah heard a door close a little way down the hall. He kept his head low as the footsteps approached. He begged silently that they would walk right by him, paying him no notice.
But his plea was ignored. The footsteps stopped right in front of him. Elijah could feel eyes staring him down. He swept away the tears, smearing the blood on his face.
Elijah felt a warm hand on his shoulder.
"You ok?" came a scratchy voice. Elijah would later say that it was downright sexy, but that was the last thing on his mind at the moment.
So he just nodded.
"Liar," the man said flatly. "What the hell happened?"
"I-" Elijah didn't know what to say, or why he even wanted to say anything. He just did. "I just broke up with him and he got mad at me." Elijah couldn't bring him self to say the name.
"You were the boyfriend of that bastard? Why the hell would anyone stay with McNelly for longer than necessary?"
Elijah didn't know why, so he just shrugged.
The man tipped Elijah's head up so he could look in the boy's eyes. Even as distracted as he was, Elijah couldn't help but notice how sexy the man was. He looked in his twenties or early thirties, but the wisdom in his eyes told Elijah he was older than that.
"Shit," said the man. "You need to get that cut cleaned up soon. If you want, you can come to my apartment, at least to get it cleaned up."
Elijah knew he shouldn't, that he should just leave then, but he really wanted to...'clean-up'...yeah...that's it.
"Anything is better than walking around bloody and getting more taunting." It wasn't completely untrue.
"Common, it will only take a minute. What's your name?" He asked as he took one of Elijah's smooth hands in one of his own rough ones.
"Elijah." Short and sweet.
"I'm Viggo"
"Nice to meet you," Elijah said quietly.
Viggo laughed. "A little polite for this neck of the woods, huh?"
Elijah shrugged again, blushing slightly.
Elijah felt suddenly dizzy when they stopped in front of one of the doors. Just as Viggo opened the door, Elijah collapsed and fell straight into his arms.
"Whoa!" Viggo said as he caught the boy. Elijah's eyes were closed and his breathing slowed. "Common," he said, more to himself than to the sleeping boy. He lifted Elijah's light body into his arms and brought him inside.
Elijah woke up on a mattress in the middle of the large apartment. The first thing he noticed was all the paintings around the place. Everywhere he looked there were abstract paintings.
Then he noticed Viggo standing on the balcony overlooking the shitty street. Even the back of Viggo looked sexy to Elijah.
Elijah tried to sit up, but he fell back with a grunt. Viggo turned around. Soon he was beside Elijah helping him sit up.
“How are you feeling?” Viggo asked.
“Like shit.” It was completely true, his head was throbbing and he could barely see straight.
“Horny?” Viggo asked as if it was something he asked everyone.
“WHAT?!” Elijah sat straight out of Viggo’s arms and stared into the gray eyes.
“I’m serious.” It showed.
“NO! Why the fuck would I be?” Elijah snapped.
Viggo looked relived. “Thank god.” He breathed.
Elijah looked at him suspiciously. “What’s going on?”
“What’s the last thing you remember?”
“Passing out in the hall… why?”
“I’m going to kill that Fucking Bastard!”
“What’s going on?” Elijah asked again.
“That son-of-a-bitch drugged you, and I’m pretty sure it was to rape you.”
“What?! What the hell makes you think that?”
“Well the main thing is that when you woke up, you were so fucking horny, and you kept trying to get me to fuck you. And now you don’t remember a damn thing. That kind of hinted it off. And I couldn’t bring myself to believe you were really into that stuff.”
Elijah felt like crying: It wasn’t possible! “I-I don’t believe you! You’re fucking lying! I’m a fucking virgin! I would never! I-I don’t even know anything about you!” With that he collapsed into Viggo’s arms in tears.
“Shhh…” Viggo cooed. “It wasn’t your fault, it wasn’t you, and you couldn’t control it.”
“Do you hate me now?” Elijah sniffed after a while.
Viggo was stunned by the question. “No, why would I? It wasn’t you! It wasn’t you.”
“I know, but… Oh god, I can’t believe…I would have lost…holy shit!” He curled up in Viggo’s lap and cried again.
“Just between us, you were doing a good job. If I were anyone else, it probably would have worked. Lucky I found you and you weren’t on the street or something.”
Elijah hiccupped. “Maybe it would have been better. Then may be I could be a prostitute or something, could make some money and actually eat on a regular basis.”
Viggo was once again in shock. “What do you mean?”
“I mean I’d at least be able to eat. I can’t get a good job because I don’t have enough money to go to collage. I just spend what I have on rent, and spend any extra money on food. But I don’t have extra money very often.”
“Here, let me get you something to eat…” Viggo carefully placed Elijah back on the pillows, but Elijah held him back.
“I’m ok, really. I don’t need anything. I’m used to not eating regularly, it’s been years.” But something deep in the baby blue eyes screamed hunger. Viggo remembered how light the boy was when he was carrying him out of the hall.
Viggo went to the refrigerator (everything but that bathroom was in one big room). He opened the freezer and found some frozen pizza. “Is pizza alright with you?”
Elijah sighed in defeat. “Fine.”
“So,” Viggo said as he put the pizza in the oven, “how old are you, anyway?”
“19,” Elijah answered quickly.
“Fresh out of school, or did you drop-out?”
“Fresh out. I thought maybe if I at least got through High School, maybe I could get somewhere. But I guess not when you come from Skid.”
Viggo didn’t say anything about where Elijah said he was from. He knew just where it was, right down the street. It was the cheapest, worse place to live. It was also very dangerous.
“41.”
“What?” Elijah looked up, confused.
“I’m 41.”
“No way. You look so much younger.”
“I wish,” Viggo laughed.
“No, really, I’m not kidding.”
There was silence, and soon the buzzer on the oven went off. Viggo came back with the pizza and two plates.
The meal started off silently. Neither could think of anything to say.
Then Viggo finally spoke. “I’m not letting you go tonight.” Elijah looked up, frightened and shocked. “No, it’s not like that! It’s just dangerous for you to go out after dark around here. And we have no idea if the drug is completely worn off. You don’t know what might happen.”
“I guess,” Elijah said, picking up his second piece of pizza.
“We could share the bed. Or would you rather me sleep on a chair or something?”
“No!” Elijah said quickly. “Sharing the bed it fine, no problem.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah, just don’t, you know, try to rape me or anything.”
Viggo laughed. “I can go by that.”
Elijah decided that that would be a good time to change the subject. “Did you do all these paintings by yourself?”
Viggo looked around and nodded. “Yeah, wish I could make some money off of them or something, but no one wants to buy them. Yeah, why wouldn’t anyone want to buy something filled with shitty emotions?” He said sarcastically.
“I would,” Elijah smiled a little, “I think they’re really good.”
“You’re a sweet kid, you know that?” Elijah’s smile broadened a little more. “And you ought ‘a smile more, it really fits you.”
TBC
Notes:
Ok, The pizza thing came from my ever-going obsession with frozen pizza. And any one who knows ‘Little Shop of Horrors’ would understand the Skids thing. : Points to Aleida: SHE MADE ME DO IT! She was in the play and she was like, call the place Skids. So yeah, please give me feed back! : Puppy eyes: I’ll give you a cookie!
By Kit Cassie Maxwell
R (will be NC17 later) for abusive boyfriend, being drugged and attempted rape.
Notes: You know Viggo's place and building in 'A Perfect murder'? Think that.
Love to my beltas Alexis and Maddy!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Elijah ducked as a lamp was thrown at his head. He winced as a piece sliced his cheek.
"Get The Fuck OUT!" yelled the man who had thrown the lamp.
Elijah obeyed instantly, running out of the apartment and slamming the door shut. He leaned against the wall, trying unsuccessfully to will back the tears.
Elijah heard a door close a little way down the hall. He kept his head low as the footsteps approached. He begged silently that they would walk right by him, paying him no notice.
But his plea was ignored. The footsteps stopped right in front of him. Elijah could feel eyes staring him down. He swept away the tears, smearing the blood on his face.
Elijah felt a warm hand on his shoulder.
"You ok?" came a scratchy voice. Elijah would later say that it was downright sexy, but that was the last thing on his mind at the moment.
So he just nodded.
"Liar," the man said flatly. "What the hell happened?"
"I-" Elijah didn't know what to say, or why he even wanted to say anything. He just did. "I just broke up with him and he got mad at me." Elijah couldn't bring him self to say the name.
"You were the boyfriend of that bastard? Why the hell would anyone stay with McNelly for longer than necessary?"
Elijah didn't know why, so he just shrugged.
The man tipped Elijah's head up so he could look in the boy's eyes. Even as distracted as he was, Elijah couldn't help but notice how sexy the man was. He looked in his twenties or early thirties, but the wisdom in his eyes told Elijah he was older than that.
"Shit," said the man. "You need to get that cut cleaned up soon. If you want, you can come to my apartment, at least to get it cleaned up."
Elijah knew he shouldn't, that he should just leave then, but he really wanted to...'clean-up'...yeah...that's it.
"Anything is better than walking around bloody and getting more taunting." It wasn't completely untrue.
"Common, it will only take a minute. What's your name?" He asked as he took one of Elijah's smooth hands in one of his own rough ones.
"Elijah." Short and sweet.
"I'm Viggo"
"Nice to meet you," Elijah said quietly.
Viggo laughed. "A little polite for this neck of the woods, huh?"
Elijah shrugged again, blushing slightly.
Elijah felt suddenly dizzy when they stopped in front of one of the doors. Just as Viggo opened the door, Elijah collapsed and fell straight into his arms.
"Whoa!" Viggo said as he caught the boy. Elijah's eyes were closed and his breathing slowed. "Common," he said, more to himself than to the sleeping boy. He lifted Elijah's light body into his arms and brought him inside.
Elijah woke up on a mattress in the middle of the large apartment. The first thing he noticed was all the paintings around the place. Everywhere he looked there were abstract paintings.
Then he noticed Viggo standing on the balcony overlooking the shitty street. Even the back of Viggo looked sexy to Elijah.
Elijah tried to sit up, but he fell back with a grunt. Viggo turned around. Soon he was beside Elijah helping him sit up.
“How are you feeling?” Viggo asked.
“Like shit.” It was completely true, his head was throbbing and he could barely see straight.
“Horny?” Viggo asked as if it was something he asked everyone.
“WHAT?!” Elijah sat straight out of Viggo’s arms and stared into the gray eyes.
“I’m serious.” It showed.
“NO! Why the fuck would I be?” Elijah snapped.
Viggo looked relived. “Thank god.” He breathed.
Elijah looked at him suspiciously. “What’s going on?”
“What’s the last thing you remember?”
“Passing out in the hall… why?”
“I’m going to kill that Fucking Bastard!”
“What’s going on?” Elijah asked again.
“That son-of-a-bitch drugged you, and I’m pretty sure it was to rape you.”
“What?! What the hell makes you think that?”
“Well the main thing is that when you woke up, you were so fucking horny, and you kept trying to get me to fuck you. And now you don’t remember a damn thing. That kind of hinted it off. And I couldn’t bring myself to believe you were really into that stuff.”
Elijah felt like crying: It wasn’t possible! “I-I don’t believe you! You’re fucking lying! I’m a fucking virgin! I would never! I-I don’t even know anything about you!” With that he collapsed into Viggo’s arms in tears.
“Shhh…” Viggo cooed. “It wasn’t your fault, it wasn’t you, and you couldn’t control it.”
“Do you hate me now?” Elijah sniffed after a while.
Viggo was stunned by the question. “No, why would I? It wasn’t you! It wasn’t you.”
“I know, but… Oh god, I can’t believe…I would have lost…holy shit!” He curled up in Viggo’s lap and cried again.
“Just between us, you were doing a good job. If I were anyone else, it probably would have worked. Lucky I found you and you weren’t on the street or something.”
Elijah hiccupped. “Maybe it would have been better. Then may be I could be a prostitute or something, could make some money and actually eat on a regular basis.”
Viggo was once again in shock. “What do you mean?”
“I mean I’d at least be able to eat. I can’t get a good job because I don’t have enough money to go to collage. I just spend what I have on rent, and spend any extra money on food. But I don’t have extra money very often.”
“Here, let me get you something to eat…” Viggo carefully placed Elijah back on the pillows, but Elijah held him back.
“I’m ok, really. I don’t need anything. I’m used to not eating regularly, it’s been years.” But something deep in the baby blue eyes screamed hunger. Viggo remembered how light the boy was when he was carrying him out of the hall.
Viggo went to the refrigerator (everything but that bathroom was in one big room). He opened the freezer and found some frozen pizza. “Is pizza alright with you?”
Elijah sighed in defeat. “Fine.”
“So,” Viggo said as he put the pizza in the oven, “how old are you, anyway?”
“19,” Elijah answered quickly.
“Fresh out of school, or did you drop-out?”
“Fresh out. I thought maybe if I at least got through High School, maybe I could get somewhere. But I guess not when you come from Skid.”
Viggo didn’t say anything about where Elijah said he was from. He knew just where it was, right down the street. It was the cheapest, worse place to live. It was also very dangerous.
“41.”
“What?” Elijah looked up, confused.
“I’m 41.”
“No way. You look so much younger.”
“I wish,” Viggo laughed.
“No, really, I’m not kidding.”
There was silence, and soon the buzzer on the oven went off. Viggo came back with the pizza and two plates.
The meal started off silently. Neither could think of anything to say.
Then Viggo finally spoke. “I’m not letting you go tonight.” Elijah looked up, frightened and shocked. “No, it’s not like that! It’s just dangerous for you to go out after dark around here. And we have no idea if the drug is completely worn off. You don’t know what might happen.”
“I guess,” Elijah said, picking up his second piece of pizza.
“We could share the bed. Or would you rather me sleep on a chair or something?”
“No!” Elijah said quickly. “Sharing the bed it fine, no problem.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah, just don’t, you know, try to rape me or anything.”
Viggo laughed. “I can go by that.”
Elijah decided that that would be a good time to change the subject. “Did you do all these paintings by yourself?”
Viggo looked around and nodded. “Yeah, wish I could make some money off of them or something, but no one wants to buy them. Yeah, why wouldn’t anyone want to buy something filled with shitty emotions?” He said sarcastically.
“I would,” Elijah smiled a little, “I think they’re really good.”
“You’re a sweet kid, you know that?” Elijah’s smile broadened a little more. “And you ought ‘a smile more, it really fits you.”
TBC
Notes:
Ok, The pizza thing came from my ever-going obsession with frozen pizza. And any one who knows ‘Little Shop of Horrors’ would understand the Skids thing. : Points to Aleida: SHE MADE ME DO IT! She was in the play and she was like, call the place Skids. So yeah, please give me feed back! : Puppy eyes: I’ll give you a cookie!
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