Outside, Viggo smiled. Possessive.
He picked up a phone, dialed. "Come and get him, His voice was rough.
On the other end, panic, then calm, a sweaty hand through hair.
Viggo waited. A doorbell that David couldn't hear.
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Hugo was worried, his heart pounding. He hung up, grabbed his keys and left.
'Something heavier,' David had said, blue eyes large and gently pleading. More painful than what Hugo did.
Hugo had been hurt that David hadn't even asked him first, so he'd agreed, without getting details, just wanting David to be happy.
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The door opened with a soft click
Was Viggo back? David's ears strained for sound.
"All yours," Viggo's voice. There had to be someone else! This wasn't part of it, he began to struggle.
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Viggo snorted, Hugo moved slowly.
David would never be happy, he thought. David needed what Viggo gave him. Hugo was too weak. Too kind for what David wanted. Else why would he be here?
Viggo had done it. Done what David wanted, and made him come from it. Viggo, not Hugo.
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When the door opened, Hugo didn't know what he expected. He did not expect to find David trussed up like a christmas goose, bruised and bleeding.
Hugo approached, then drew back when David thrashed. Was this what David wanted? His heart pounded. "David, his voice soft.
David still thrashed, not hearing... not caring?
"David! A hardness that surprised even Hugo.
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David stilled, instantly. Hugo? Hugo, here? He wanted to shake his head, to cry out. Hugo didn't do this. Hugo was kind, gentle, always gentle.
"No, he half sobbed, his face flaming - Sweet Hugo, seeing him like this, naked, sweaty, come drying on his skin, bound and blind.
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Viggo snorted, shifting uncomfortably. Why was he even still here? He was done with David. Hugo knew the way out.
So why was he watching this ... display? Disgusting. Viggo eyed his leather, thing maybe Hugo needed to see how to treat David. He moved, reaching for it, taking a step forward.
Then stopped dead.
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"You stay put," That same tone, the sharpness of command that even Viggo obeyed, apparently.
Hugo turned back to David, trembling as he reached up. He stroked David's cheek gently.
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Tears. David fought them. Shook his head. "No, He whimpered, feeling the pressure on his skull ease. He didn't want to see ... either of them.
The blindfold was gone, but David kept his eyes closed. He didn't want to see the disgust in Hugo's eyes, the hatred.
He squeezed his eyes tight and tried to pull away from that painfully gentle hand, those oh so soft, familiar fingers.
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Hugo fished into his pocket, he always kept a hanky with him. Gently, his touch as light as could be, he wiped David's body, cleaning up what he could, biting back his own tears.
David's eyes were still closed when Hugo wiped his tears away. "Open your eyes, he said softly.
"Just leave me, that soft voice, Hugo nearly wept.
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A smile of triumph. Viggo stepped forward now, "See, he doesn't want-"
How did the wall get there, against his back, so suddenly? Hugo's voice, his face, soft features hardened, menacing.
"I don't know what you've done to him. I don't care how you've talked him into this, but you told me to come and get him, so I'm taking him. Get me his clothes. Now."
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Hugo stepped back, giving Viggo a shove, watching from outside his own body.
Viggo laughed, cruel, indifferent. "He didn't have any. Part of the deal."
Hugo had never known rage before now. "Then get him some of yours, Even enraged, his voice was deceptively quiet.
Viggo left.
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Empty! David was suddenly empty, the huge plug eased out, he knew he was bleeding. It hurt so much.
The pull on his body lessened, something pressed against his feet and David realized it was the floor. Once he was down, hands lifted off the hook, he curled into a ball, trying not to shake or weep.
Hugo, his sweet, loving Hugo, shouting at Viggo. Hugo ... losing his temper. David's stomach clenched - losing his temper over him. He'd never meant for this, never wanted to bring Hugo into this.
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Viggo was a little stunned - This was a side of Hugo he hadn't expected.
Viggo was smaller than David, even loose clothes would chafe. That made him smile. And David would be wearing his clothing. His own clothes pressed against that lovely abused skin.
He went back downstairs, handed them over.
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Hugo knelt beside David, stroking his hair. He took his jacket off and draped it over David. "It's okay, love, David didn't move, just trembling in his little ball, welts bleeding and throbbing.
Viggo returned, Hugo took the clothes and returned to David.
Slowly, Hugo tugged the clothes up his limbs. Hugo was no doctor but he knew he could treat what injuries there were ... except the damage done by the plug.
If not, he could take David to the hospital, explanations be damned.
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David felt Hugo moving him - it had to be Hugo - Viggo's hands were never that gentle. He still couldn't bring himself to open his eyes.
Everything hurt. And the shame made it hurt even more when Hugo touched him.
When he was dressed, still wrapped in a lovely Hugo smelling jacket, David finally opened his eyes.
The dim light was bright after the blackness and he had to squint for a moment. Hugo, with Viggo hanging back.
"Take me home."
