For sassywitch: Patient Surrender

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Title: Patient Surrender
Recipient: sassywitch
Author: dalehead
Pairing: David Wenham/Orlando Bloom
Rating: N-17
Summary: David is a dentist with a practise; when rent boys start hanging out near the surgery, stuff happens
Post-reveal Notes: Thanks to koulagirl666 for the beta and words of encouragement

Disclaimer: This is a non-profit, non-commercial work of fiction using the names and likenesses of real individuals. This fictional story is not intended to imply that the events herein actually occurred, or that the attitudes or behaviors described are engaged in or condoned by the real persons whose names are used without permission.



"Mr Wenham, you're a fabulous dentist, but unless you can do something about your new ... neighbours, I'm going to have to make alternative arrangements." The voice on the other end of the phone sounded almost regretful.

"Mrs Appleby, I entirely understand your feelings and I can assure you I am doing my best to address the issue."

His nurse, Rose, who was listening to the conversation, wrinkled her nose. She was as tired of the situation as their patients. When David put the phone down, she offered him a cigarette.

"Go and take five before you do anything else, you look like you need it," she advised him. "Coffee'll be ready when you get back."

Stomping outside, David leant against his car and lit a cigarette. His car was old and unless the undesirables moved out, there was no chance of him replacing it. He thought it'd all been going too well. His business was only eighteen months old, he'd carefully built up a clientele and in one month, well, maybe a bit longer, it was all going down the tubes.

Having moved into a unit that was just perfect, having found exactly the right nurse/receptionist, it had all started crumbling a few weeks previously when the mayor of their city had decided to clean up the city. Ergo, all the prostitutes, pimps and pushers had redistributed themselves around the suburbs, and the suburb David worked in was not exempt.

"Hey can I bum a light?" a guy interrupted his thoughts - a very good looking guy, mid height, slim, dark hair and eyes, extraordinarily beautiful eyes. David realised he was part of his problem.

"I guess." He didn't smile, handed him a box of matches, matches from a bar he'd been at the weekend before, when the guy handed them back, he shook his head. "Keep them." He inhaled, blowing the smoke into the cool air.

"I'm Orlando." The guy held his hand out.

"And I wish you and your ... coworkers would move on," David glared.

"Ah ..." The light that lit Orlando up dimmed before fading away completely. "I see..."

"Do you? Do you understand that people who bring their kids to get their teeth fixed don't want to come face to face with a bunch of ..." He hesitated.

"Whores?" Orlando threw his half smoked cigarette away, opening his mouth as if he was about to say something. There was a huge car with darkened window driving very slowly towards them. David frowned a little as he saw what appeared to be fear on Orlando's face. "I'm sorry ... "

Had Rose not just called to him that his next patient was ready for him, David might have waited to see what happened, as it was, he finished his smoke and went back inside, thinking no more about it.

Orlando went tentatively up to the car, the window opened, there was a hurried conversation and Orlando got into the car. Then it drove off.

The next few days saw much less activity from their new neighbours, making David hope, if not pray, they'd moved on. He and Rose took fewer complaints and then it got worse.

When David arrived at work, it looked like there'd been an orgy; there were condom wrappers, cigarette butts and empty cans all over the car park and some rather unpleasant looking substances that David didn't want to get too close to. He stormed into the office.

"I know," Rose put coffee in front of him and a list of telephone numbers. "You gotta get this sorted..."

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Next time David saw Orlando, he was sitting on the ground, smoking and looking, David thought, not very well.

"Hello," he was aware how rude he'd been the first time they met.

"Hey," Orlando managed a smile, a pale imitation of a smile. "You talking to me then?"

"Yeah, well," David shrugged, "seems there's nothing I can do about the situation, I'm probably going to have to move though." He frowned. "You don't look so well."

"You're a doctor, maybe you can fix me," Orlando lit another cigarette off the stub of the last one.

"A dentist, I'm a dentist, so I couldn't," David replied tartly.

"Pity," slowly Orlando got up, he was moving like he was in pain.

"Actually you look awful," David was fed up with sharing office space with rent boys but that didn't negate his good nature. "Look, I've got a quiet morning," he had planned on getting some paperwork done. "Do you want to come in, you can have a shower? Get some coffee?"

There was a pause. "And you're doing this out of the goodness of your heart or because you want something in return." Orlando looked at him suspiciously.

"My name's David Wenham by the way and believe me if I was looking for a fuck it wouldn't be from a ..." another pause.

"Whore?" Orlando finished the sentence for him. "Fair enough, I could use some coffee though," his eyes flickered. David thought he was going to say something else but he didn't, he just waited to be led inside.

Glad that Rose wasn't around to see him making coffee and toasting some rather stale bread, David couldn't help but notice how hungry Orlando seemed to be, the way he fell on the toast, how he cupped his fingers around the mug like he was cold.

"May I ask you something?" David was frowning. "Why? Why do you do it?"

"Because I have bills that I need to pay and if I don't do this, those bills will continue to grow." Orlando's tone indicated the subject was closed and David was struck by how confident he sounded, he may have been in dire straits but he was still sure of himself.

"Couldn't you find a ..."

"No I couldn't..." Orlando replied firmly. "Look, I know it's not ideal," he ignored the way David rolled his eyes. "It's not the johns that are the problem, it's the fucking pimps, they take a huge cut of my money and they interfere, they say what hours we're out and they keep sixty percent of our money but..." he sighed. "I don't fancy getting my kneecaps shot off if I refuse."

"So give up, get a job, you're obviously not stupid."

"No, I'm not, but in case you haven't noticed, there aren't any jobs."

"But surely you can find something better?" David couldn't understand it, wasn't sure he wanted to understand it. It was strange; there was something about Orlando that made him want to find out more.

"Look, the truth is, I'm at college, I can't get a proper job because I need to go to classes and the reason I look so shit is because I'm trying to study, go to school and work," he dropped his barriers enough for David to see the depths of despair he'd been hiding.

"Come out to dinner with me tonight, we can talk about it," David blurted out.

"Dinner?" Orlando shook his head. "I have to work the meat rack tonight," he shrugged. "Pity..."

"Can't I pay you for your time?" David wondered aloud. "How much would it cost me for the whole evening?"

"Hundred and fifty bucks," Orlando guestimated. "Maybe two hundred, the credit crunch has affected trade," he was only half joking.

"Same here, so how about you come to my place and I'll cook?" David couldn't believe he was doing this.

"I'm vegetarian," Orlando replied.

"So am I," retorted David, smiling. He wrote down his address and gave it to Orlando who read it and handed the paper back to him.

"I'll see you later then?"

"Looking forward to it, come around six." David hoped it wasn't too early. "I have to get up early."

"See you at six then," Orlando got up; he had to see a couple of people before he could go home, grab some sleep and do some work all before he went out again.

After he'd gone, David sat for a while smiling at nothing and no one before with a sigh, he returned to his paperwork.

Six o'clock came and went and there was no sign of Orlando. David was gutted. He had been to the bank to get some cash, he'd cooked and there was wine chilling, at eleven, he threw the food away and went to bed vowing never to let his heart rule his head again. He'd known Orlando was trouble, anyone that gorgeous and in that line of work was bound to be. But he couldn't help hoping there turned out to be a reasonable explanation. It was a long time since he'd felt such a strong attraction to anyone.

"What's up with you?" Rose asked him when he dragged his butt into work. "Good news, apparently the cops did a sweep of the area last night and cleared all the scum who've been hanging around, they found drugs and all sorts," Rose was smiling. "That means..." she stopped. "David? Are you listening to me?"

"Arrested who?" David asked. "I mean yeah, the dealers and the pimps, but the guys, what about them?"

"I don't know, why would I know? This is good David, this means our patients will come back and that's great right?"

"Yes of course it is but what about Orlando?"

"Who?"

"The guy, the slim guy, dark hair and eyes. Very attractive, what about him?"

"I don't know, David, but you've got a patient in five minutes..."

Frowning, David got changed and attended to his business. He had a couple of root canal today and he had no choice but to put the question of Orlando to one side.

Later that day, he was sneaking a smoke outside; the day seemed to be crawling oh so slowly.

"David?" He turned to see Orlando standing a few feet away from him; he had been savagely beaten; his eye was closed and swelling and there was blood on his face, his clothes were scuffed and his fist was clenched tightly as if he was holding something. "They kicked my crown out, could you fix it for me?" he voice was expressionless, his good eye completely blank, he held out his hand, when he unclenched it, David saw a crown.

"Yes, of course I can," he said quietly, soothingly, like he was talking to a spooked horse. "Come through to the surgery and I'll get you patched up."

"I'm sorry about last night, I got ... it wasn't good ... I couldn't call, I didn't have your number or a phone, they took it, there was no money on it anyway. My face hurts..."

"Rose, bring ..." He didn't need to say anymore, Rose was already coming back with a bowl of warm water, antiseptic and some cotton wool. She nodded to David and left them to it.

"Jesus, what happened?" David thought the cut above Orlando's eye would probably need a stitch; he had the wherewithal to do that here but even so.

"They thought I'd shopped them to the cops so they roughed me up a bit then just as I think they were about to kill me, they realised it was Ryan, one of Ryan's johns was an undercover cop, and the cops swooped on us and I got locked up until they realised what had happened, then they let me go..."

He shuddered. "Can you fix my tooth?" he looked anxiously at David who grinned. "I can fix your tooth, I can fix your face and if you want to hang on for a bit longer, I'll give you a lift, either back to mine if you want some company or back to your place."

"Do I smell?"

"Um..."

"Can we go back to yours then? 'Cos I haven't got any hot water."

"You do have a place? You don't live on the streets?"

"Dave, you gotta stop thinking like a really crap women's magazine. I do this because I am paying my way through school; my parents don't mind me being gay they just can't afford to pay my fees. I have a room in a shared flat, but the boiler broke and the landlord is taking his sweet time getting it fixed..."

There was a tone in Orlando's voice that warned David he wasn't a suitable candidate for pity. "Fair enough, so lie back and open wide, let's see what's going on in your mouth.

There turned out to be quite a lot going in there, so David fixed a wonky filling and recemented the crown into place. It was obvious that once upon a time, Orlando's teeth had been well looked after.


When it was finally time to leave, David came back to find Orlando still in the dentist's chair fast asleep. It seemed a shame to disturb him.

Opening his eyes, Orlando smiled. "Time to go?" he got up, grimacing. "God I feel like I've had seven types of shit beaten out of me ... hang on ... I did," he stood and stretched.

"You know, you're not the least like a rent boy who's been beaten up and ..." David laughed. "Come on let's go."

"Beaten up and what?" Orlando took David's arm as they walked out of the surgery, pausing only to turn out the lights, Rose had gone home early and it was dark in the car park.

"Well ..." David scratched his head. "Oh I dunno, look here's my car, it doesn't matter," it sounded too stupid for words.

"Have you got a boyfriend?"

"A boyfriend? No, I'm single."

"Good, 'cos I don't sleep with guys who are attached, at least not when it's for pleasure," Orlando got into the car.

"Last time, the second time we met, you were ... you were obviously scared, I don't understand how you got from being like that to how you are now," David had to know.

"Last time, I'd been up all night, I'd been fucked every which way by guys not fit to lick my fucking boots, I'd sucked the foulest smelling, foulest looking cocks I've ever seen and I'd come out with around eighty bucks. Plus I had an assignment to give in ..." he hesitated. "I'm giving up the meat rack, giving up smoking too. It fucks with my voice."

"With your voice?" David started the car and manoeuvred out of his parking space. "We're only about twenty minutes from my apartment."

"Good..."

"So what about your voice?"

"I'm studying singing, I'm a tenor and I shouldn't smoke but ..." Orlando shrugged. "Look at Fischer-Dieskau."

David laughed. "That's a piss poor argument as well you know but hey, we should all give up right?"

"You look really hot when you laugh," Orlando remarked and looked out the window. "Are we nearly there? I really need to shower."

"Yes ... you want to put some music on?"

"No, I'll have a nap." With that he shut his eyes and to David's surprise he was asleep almost before he'd finished speaking.

The drive home had never felt so long and David has never been so glad to park up and kill the engine. He looked at Orlando who appeared dead to the world.

"Are we there?" Orlando opened one eye.

"Yes."

"There's a shower with my name on it."

"Yes."

When they were safely inside David's cluttered apartment, Orlando let out a long sigh. "Oh this is great, I hate minimalism and you've got tons of books."

Laughing David fetched towels and some clean sweats.

"Look at the books later, get your shower and I'll see if I can rustle up something to eat."

"Omelette, I'd like a cheese omelette," Orlando replied swiftly.

"Kay, the bathroom is second on the right, next to the bedroom, I'm afraid it's not ensuite."

"Sounds perfect."

David watched him head to the bathroom, leaving the door to. He grinned, shaking his head before he went to the kitchen to begin mixing the eggs, he expected Orlando to be ages and was surprised how quickly he was back, towel wrapped around his tantalisingly shapely hips.

"That's better," he came to peer over David's shoulder. "Can I look at your CDs while you're cooking?"

"You've got the cheek of ..." David gave it up. "Yeah sure, they're..."

"Yeah, I seen 'em."

A few moments later.

"Ah Allegri, love the Miserere but you need to get rid of this recording, I like The Sixteen but god, the tenor aspirates all over the place, you want to get the Kings College one, far better..."

"Come again?" David gaped at him.

"I'm studying singing, remember? I want to do early music and stuff like this." He waved the CD around.

"Um..."

"Dave, you gotta start thinking outside the box. I worked as rent so I could pay my school fees, well I think I'm gonna be okay for the rest of the course, I got a scholarship. I did it 'cos it fitted in with school and I wasn't likely to bump into anyone I knew..."

"I thought..."

"I know what you thought," Orlando came over and wrapped his arms around David's waist, kissed him, gently then with more intensity. David realised he'd misjudged Orlando on several levels.

"Bed?" he found himself asking.

"Where is it?" Orlando looked vaguely around. "I want you."

Taking his hand, David led him through to the bedroom where Orlando dropped him towel.

"You're wearing way too many clothes," and there was a split second pause before both of them begun tearing at David's shirt, at his pants, scrabbling as buttons went flying, as gradually pale, pale skin was exposed to Orlando's hungry gaze.

"God David," he murmured, walking him backwards until they both fell onto the bed. "Your skin is gorgeous," he sounded like he couldn't believe his luck.

"I'm so white" David whispered. "Almost blue."

"Mmm," Orlando was busy running his lips over David's chest, pausing to suck his nipples.

"Nnnngggh..." David's body jerked up and he moaned. "Oh god ... Orlando ..." he muttered as Orlando explored him, kissing and nibbling lightly at his belly.

"Ssssh..." Orlando shot him a wicked look as he opened his mouth and swallowed David's cock, swallowed it down deep.

Afterwards, David could never find the words to describe his first sexual encounter with Orlando but it left him enthralled. He had never been fucked so thoroughly, never been attended to with such devotion. Moreover, he had never had so many orgasms teased out of him.

That was their first night together or as Orlando said, when he was feeling particularly sappy. "The first day of the rest of our lives together."

David would roll his eyes. "God, you sound like a really bad romantic novel," he'd say, eyes twinkling.

"Huh? This from the man who thought I was some poor loser just because I was stupid enough to think being a rent boy was a good way to pay my way through school..."

"But you would have made such a pretty victim," David teased. "All big doe eyes and looking pathetic."

At this point the argument usually dissolved into a play fight that invariably ended up with David on the floor, legs akimbo. But as he often remarked. Life was frequently far stranger than fiction.


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