Ghost of you

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BETAD by: Teeta

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13, Ghost of you

Alexander ran towards the lake, looking around desperately, hoping to find them, he needed to find them!
“Olavi!” He called, but heard nothing, saw nothing, at least not the person that he desperately wanted to find.
“Olavi!” It was Aino who called for him now. “Where are you?” She cried. “You cannot leave me…Olavi!” Alexander looked at her, their eyes met. He saw her tears, her worry, it would break her to find another beloved family member dead, just like it would break him to find another lover so. He took a couple of deep breaths, gazing at the forest, calculating their chances to find Olavi in time. It seemed so hopeless, they could be anywhere by now.

“You know this man who has him?” Aino asked suddenly. Alexander looked at her.
“Yes.”
“He is one of those who raped Elias, isn’t he?” She asked then. Alexander nodded weakly. She broke down to another wave of tears.
“We will find him, and when we do, Vladimir will regret the day when he was born, I promise you that.”


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Vladimir held the boy down on the ground, looking at his desperate struggle to free himself from his hold. The boy screamed, tears making his eyes even more intense blue than they had been.
He decided that it would be fun to play more, so he eased his hold, watched as the boy immediately crawled away, trying to stand up. Vladimir followed him, walking with no rush. The boy was hurt and couldn’t move fast no matter how much he tried.
He smiled, staying close to him, watching, waiting, wanting. The boy turned to look at him, his lips trembling, cheeks glimmering with wet tears.
“Let me go, please let me go.” He begged him.
“I can’t.” Vladimir told him with calm voice, sick sadistic smile following his words. He imagined all the things he wanted to do to the boy and knew that he was only moments away from getting what he wanted. It was a long time since he had been this aroused.

Olavi tried to run with his injured leg, gasping in pain, realizing that he wouldn’t be able to get away from the man.
“Help!” He screamed in desperation, hoping that someone would be able to hear him, that someone would come for him. Vladimir grasped him, knocking him onto the ground.
“You’re not getting away, my pretty, I have not gotten what I want from you yet.” He whispered to him, licking his ear. “I want to show you how it feels like to be taken by a real man,”
“No, oh God please no…”


“Alex!” Olavi screamed. The man smiled down at him.
“Oh, calling for Alexander? Is he your lover?”
“Please…” He begged. “Please don’t kill me.” The boy’s lips were trembling and Vladimir looked at him with fascination. He wanted to drink the boy’s fear.
“Play nicely and maybe I don’t have to kill you.” He told him, touching his lips.

“Suck my fingers.” He said then with thick voice. Olavi cried silently, when feeling the man’s fingers lingering on his lips. “Remember to play nicely.” The man whispered and so he parted his lips carefully. Two fingers were pushed in, moving in and out slowly. “Use your tongue.” Another order that Olavi saw best to obey. “Suck them, suck them like you would suck on a candy stick.” Olavi felt more ill with each passing second, The man got better on top of him, starting to move his pelvis up against him and he could feel how hard the man was by now.

The fingers were pulled out and it was then that the man kissed him, making sick aroused sounds, licking his face all over. Vladimir took his lower lip between his teeth’s; pulled, drawing blood.
“Mmm… you taste good, so pure and innocent.” Olavi started fighting back more fiercely, there was no way that he could just take this, no way he could let this man take him the way that only Alex had the right to take. He kicked and scratched him, called for help. Vladimir hit him.
“Shut the fuck up… So you want it rough, do you? Well, let’s make it rough then.”

He started ripping the boys clothing, tearing the shirt up from the middle. He took a knife, hidden in his left boot and used it to cut the belt and tear up his pants as well. Olavi kicked him, tried crawling away, but was pulled back by his ankle. Vladimir took his leg, pulled the first shoe off and then the second, getting rid off all of his clothing.

“Help!! Alex!!” The man hit him again, trying to yank his legs apart.
“Please, please let me go…” Olavi begged in panic, tensing all of him muscles, trying to do his best to keep his legs together. Another slap on his face.
“Open your fucking legs now,” Olavi still struggled, but finally the older, stronger man overpowered him with his strength. Olavi’s energy was fading, the man got what he wanted. He spit on his hand and finger was shoved roughly inside.

“ God’s you’re tight… Are you still a virgin?” Vladimir asked while watching his pain in sick satisfaction. There was no reply, only desperate tears. “I guess not, I guess Alexander beat me to it.” He shoved another finger in, Olavi screamed.

“I wonder if you feel as good as your brother did. Well, I’ll find out soon, won’t I?” He grinned, kissing the boy again. Third finger inside. “Does Alexander find you better than him?” The boy looked startled by his question. “Oh, you didn’t know, did you?”
“Please stop.” He begged.
“Like the little slut your brother was, we fucked him good. Alexander did too, took him many times…. You really do look so much like him, Alexander must have been ecstatic when finding you.”
The words stabbed him deep, it could not be true, it could not…
“No.” He sobbed. “No..”
“Yes.” Kisses, continuing kisses on his naked flesh. The pain caused by the man’s fingers being forced inside of him, pain in his heart of the revealed truth. His brother. Alexander had spoken of his brother. “Beautiful.” The man whispered.

Vladimir revealed his organ; hard, red from the blood that had rushed down to it. Olavi knew what was to come, knew that it would happen, no one would come in time.
“I’m going to shove this deep inside that tight little hole of yours and fuck you hard, tear you up.” He whispered. Using more of his own spit on him and on himself the man got between his legs, guiding his cock against his entrance. “Are you ready?” He asked. Olavi shook his head, losing his strength to speak. The man penetrated him with one hard thrust. That was pure agony, even his first time had been gentler and he screamed, trembling under the bigger body.

“So tight…” Vladimir moaned, starting to move, holding him under him tightly. Olavi’s head felt dizzy with the pain. God was punishing him, he thought, punishing him for acting the way that he had, for wanting another man. The day in the forest with Alexander, he had acted like a slut in heat. This, he had never wanted this.
Then the whispers started, telling him the nasty details of his brother’s death, telling him how many men had taken him, asking if he wished for the same. Does Alexander ever moan his name while he sleeps? When he fucks you? He felt sick, really sick. He cried for his brother and he cried for himself, of the pain. His heart felt heavy.

He was tearing him up, that was how it felt like. Pain flickered in his body and all the crying left him feeling numb inside. He prayed for it to end, not sure how much he could take before passing out. Everything felt so surreal, looking at the sky, high up to tree tops, few birds flying across, the stillness of nature, the fierce moving of the man, his intensive moans, his own broken sobs

The man turned him around, slamming into him again and again, pulling at his hair; Olavi had to bend his neck back into painful position. He almost couldn’t believe that what happened was really happening to him. It had to be someone else…


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The sun was starting to set. More people had joined their search; men who had known the family earlier, friends of Olavi’s parents, Hanna’s father, but none of them hadn’t find any clue yet.

Alexander worried about the darkness that would soon be falling. He refused to think of the possibility of finding Olavi dead; old wounds were about to open, old memories. Broken cries of Elias on the cold winter night, his dead body on the floor, glazed eyes of the dead.

He had told Aino to go home, but the young woman refused to leave until she would find her younger brother. Hanna’s father searched with them.
“Olavi!” Aino called, looking around. “Olavi!” She took support from the tree trunk next to her, leaning against it, looking up to the sky. It felt hard to breath, she sank down on her knees. “Olavi! Where are you?!… Answer, please answer…”


Alexander listened carefully, he thought he heard something… something…
“Shh… Listen.” He said then with a frown on his face. Aino stood up, listening as well.
Alexander suddenly looked up, something was telling him to continue, telling him where to go, weak voice, instinct.
“Do you hear something? Because I don’t.” Hanna’s father asked. Alexander didn’t answer, just continued walking, with determined look on his face, soon he started running.

His heart was beating madly, now he definitely heard something.

First it was shock, then fear and then anger that hit him once seeing the scene in front of him. Olavi laid on the ground naked, face down, while Vladimir loomed over him, touching him, touching himself. Olavi was not moving. Still, fragile body, covered with bruises, Alexander saw the blood on him, his heart twisted in pain, tears filled his eyes. Not again, not again…

He grasped a thick branch from the ground and marched towards them.
‘’’Vladimir!’’’ He shouted. The other man looked up.
‘’’Alexander, you’re welcomed to have your turn.’’’ Vladimir smiled sickly, but his smile soon faded when seeing the anger on his former comrade’s face, when seeing the branch that Alexander had lifted up. ‘’’What are you doing?’’’ He asked.
‘’’Something I should have done years ago!’’’ Alexander hit him hard with the branch, the other man cried out, held his hands up in weak defence.
‘’’Stop!’’’ Alexander did not listen, he hit him again and again.
‘’’Did you bloody stop when he asked!?’’’ He shouted, hitting him in blind anger.

The other man was lying still on the ground in his own blood. That was when Alexander finally stopped. He let the branch fall from his hands, tears of anger and sorrow in his eyes. He took a couple of deep breaths. He knew he had just killed him, but didn’t really have the energy to care or worry. The man deserved to be dead. He turned towards were Olavi laid, cried as he knelt down to touch him.
“Olavi…please be alive.”” He whispered lifting him up to his arms, supporting his neck so that his head would not fall back. Vladimir had beaten him up quite badly, but he was still breathing, he was still alive, though unconscious. Alexander held him tightly, kissing his forehead, stroking his hair. “I’m sorry sweetheart, I’m so sorry.”

It was then that Aino and the other man found them.

TBC.
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Teeta: Thank you for your kind words, you brought a smile on my face. And once again I thank you for your wonderful beta work, I really feel much better posting, knowing that someone has checked it over for me.
Yblue: He’s not dead at least, though severely injured. So I hope you don’t have to skin me alive now, lol. I happen to like my skin. Thank you for your review! =)
Mitts: They did not get there in time, but at least he’s alive. Emma was pretty stupid with letting him go with Vladimir… Thank you for reviewing! :)
Beloveless: Thanks for the cookie! And the review ! This was an unhappy chapter, but at least Alex killed that scum.
Mayo: Welcome back and thanks for the review! Yes, Aino is looking out for her baby brother.
Keyonnamc: here was the update. Olavi got hurt =( Thank you so much for your lovely review!