Law & Order: SVU- Caden & Elliot
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Adult ++
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2,076
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Law & Order: SVU- Caden & Elliot
Hope you all Like it! Forgive the mistakes, English is sooooo not my first tongue, I've only been speaking it for seven years, Read and Review People please, so I can know if I'm doing well.
Two men lay sweating and panting heavily, limbs intimately entangled, skin flush from recent activities. An arm moved lazily and a condom flew into the trash can next to the bed.
“Wow, tough day El?” the first man said, turning on his side to face the second man. He was of a slight build, but densley packed with muscles and possessing Black hair and bright blue eyes.
His partner, an older gentleman, with a tight body and hairy chest ran a hand up and down his arm, smiling gently at him.
“You have no idea. I suspect it’s some kind of underground sex ring, these cases have been too common this month to be mere coincidences.”
“Hmm, well, if your. . .vigour, was anything to go by, then you must be incredibly frustrated.” the man spoke with a faint British accent, making his mundane words sound highly sophisticated.
“I am frustrated.” the older man sat up, running a hand through his closely cropped Brown hair. He sat with his back to the younger man, reaching for his pants.
“I’ll tell you what, let me take you to dinner. It’ll be a date!” he smiled. His bright smile fell at the frustrated exhalation of air from his young partner.
“Sorry El, I can’t.” he said in a tone of One who had been through this before.
“Caddie! Come on, please? You deserve to have a lover who can take you out, without fear of any action for anyone. I’m willing to do that, I don’t care what the others will think.” he too said this in a tone of One who had made the argument before.
“You don’t know if you want this public or not.” the younger said.
“I’m so sick of you making excuses of why we can’t date like any other normal couple!” the, now fully dressed, older gentleman shouted, getting maroon in the face.
“You are not a fag Elliot! You are just some straight guy who found relief in another man’s ass! Just face it! The minute your co-workers or enemies or, fuck, your goddamned ex-wife hears about you’re gone from me without so much as a fuck off!” his next words were cut off as a fist slammed into his jaw, snapping it shut.
He stumbled back, clutching at his face. A silver and onyx ring glittered on the hand clutching the bleeding face. The young man looked shell-shocked.
“Caden! Oh my-I am so sorry!” Elliot reached out to Caden, who jerked back and ran from the apartment, hot tears streaming down his face. Elliot started after him, but thought better of it when he noticed the silver and onyx ring he had given Caden after two months together.
He sat down heavily on the bed and put his head in his hands. His shoulders started to shake and he began to cry. He fell sideways on the bed and clutched the sweat soaked pillow Caden had lain upon and held it to his chest and cried great big unmanly tears.
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Caden wandered around outside, his phone dead and unwilling to go back inside to call a cab. Elliot had called him and he hopped in a taxi and sped over, aching to see his lover o the past year and a half.
Now, he rubbed the empty tan-lined finger, wishing he had at least kept that small part of Elliot, who he would probably never see again. Caden decided to just walk to the nearest subway, just the mere thought of her precious son riding public transit would send his overly dramatic mother into histrionics.
Caden chuckled to himself and continued on. An hour later he was climbing up from the subterranean world that was wholly different from his own swaddled life. Caden hummed a tune from a musical, mentally scoffing at his Über gayness, as he walked down the street towards a pay phone, the businesses long since closed and the streets shrouded in darkness.
He passed a Dark Alley, mentally rolling his eyes at the clichedness of it all. He gave a short laugh that was cut off when he felt something hard press into his back.
“Come quietly, and I won’t put a bullet in your fucking ear.” Caden began to tremble as the guy all but drug him to the back of the Alley.
“Give me your wallet!” Caden quickly pulled the wallet out and handed it to the man, whom he still had not seen. The man dug around in his wallet before he spoke again.
“Caden C. Cavendish, and to think, I was just gonna rob you.” the man said, pushing Caden against the wall and grinding up against him.
Caden, realising what was going to happen started to fight back, only to get punched in the kidneys and thwacked across the head. He saw everything in a purple for about five minutes, before he came too, just in time to feel the robber shove deeply inside of him.
He let loose a blood curdling scream as the man preceded to rape him. The man seemed to enjoy his pained screams and pleas for him to stop and let him go. The man laughed and sped up, slamming home ruthlessly inside of Caden.
“Oh yeah, neva woulda thought I’d be fuckin the scion of the great Victor Cavendish! Oh yeah, take this bitch!” he kept at it, tearing Caden’s hole in his eagerness. He lay down on Caden’s back and whispered in his ear.
“You’re a fag. You know how I know? Cause yuh hole is all slick from some otha mans cum deep inside yo ass! Feels damn good. I think I’m contribute to your collection faggot. Get ready to take it all!” and he was cumming, filling Caden up with his seed. The man pulled out and stood up, panting and tucking himself back into his pants.
He laughed at the whimpers that escaped Caden’s mouth. He pulled out a knife and twirled it around in his hand before plunging the knife down into Caden’s exposed side, laughing again as the squeal Caden let loose, his throat too abused to make anymore sound than that.
He pulled out the knife and licked it, tasting the blood. He kicked Caden in the ribs a few times before pulling out his gun and pistol-whipping Caden into unconsciousness.
The wallet was emptied of it’s cash and tossed onto Caden’s body, the guy smiled and quickly ran from the Alley, deeply satisfied.
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Elliot put down the phone; he’d been calling Caden’s cell every twenty minutes for the last five hours and still no response. He was starting to get upset, and worried.
He’d been snappish since he walked into work, making all of his co-workers edgy. Most assumed that it was his ex-wife causing problems again, he only wished it was. The boss, Capt. Don Cragen, stuck his head out of his office and addressed him and his partner Olivia Benson.
“We’ve got a kid in Bellevue Hospital, raped last night and then stabbed. I need you two to check on it.” Olivia looked at him and he nodded, needing something to take his mind off his own problems, even if that something was a horrible crime against an innocent.
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Two Hours Earlier
Caden awoke, cold and his side throbbing around the knife wound. He wearily raised his head and looked around, he saw that the entrance to the Alley was twenty feet away and he began to crawl towards it, stuffing his wallet into his coat pocket along the way.
By the time he reached the mouth of the Alley his arms were shaking so bad he thought they were in the throws of a seizure and had left the rest of him alone. He collapsed, barely conscious to hear the scream of a woman as she and her daughter discovered his half-naked and blood covered body.
The ambulance came quickly and he was soon rushed away to the land of drugs and inquiries. The pain in his body lessened, as the cold feeling wore off, only to return as his bleeding increased now that it was allowed to circulate properly.
His last thought before succumbing to the drug induced darkness was- Elliot.
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Elliot and Olivia entered the hospital, heading up to the ICU where the victim was being kept. The were met by a nurse who looked upset.
“Can I help you?” she demanded frostily.
“I’m Detective Stabler, and this is my partner Detective Benson, where with the special victims unit, what’s going on?”
“A woman called 911 this morning because sh and her daughter found a young man half naked and covered with blood crawling out of an Alley. We bring him in, find him losing blood from a knife wound in his side and we find that he’s been raped and beaten. It’s horrible.” she walked away, only to send another nurse scampering over to them.
“I’m nurse Rebecca, how can I help you?”
“I’m Detective Stabler and this is my partner Detective Benson, we’re with SVU.”
“Oh, you’re here for the young man? Terrible what happened to him, he might not make it. He was out there all night, slowly bleeding. We’ll notify the next of kin and then as soon as he’s stable enough, we’ll move him to another ward.” she smiled and left to attend to her other patients.
Before Olivia could say anything Elliot’s phone started vibrating against his ass where he had stuck it into his back pocket. He pulled it out and flipped it open, looking at the name; Marguerite Cavendish, he pressed the call accept button.
“Please tell me you know where my baby is?” the accented voice of a woman asked, voice bordering on hysterical.
“I was just going to ask you the same thing. We had a little argument last night and he stormed out. I’ve been trying to reach him all day, but no answer.”
“Maybe he just needed time to cool off? I’ll call his other friends and see if he’s there.”
“That would be good, I’ll keep trying his cell.” while Elliot was talking on the phone Olivia went to the head nurse and spoke to her.
“Well, the only ID he had on him was a state issued ID. His name is Caden Christopher Cavendish. We’re calling his parents as we speak. But for now it looks like he won’t make it. Severe bruising and the wound might be infected, it nicked a few organs.” she explained to Olivia’s questions.
She thanked the woman and re-joined Elliot who had finished his conversation on the phone.
“ I got what I need. Let’s head back, they won’t be moving his for a few days yet.” Olivia said.
“Yeah ok.” they left.
Sliding into the car Elliot asked Olivia a question, but before she could answer his phone started going off, the screen said Marguerite Cavendish, he held up his hand to hold Olivia off and answered. Mrs Cavendish’s shrill voice greeted him as she wailed.
“Calm down ma’am, what’s going on, did they find Caden?” next to him, Olivia gasped, before jumping out of the car and heading back into Bellevue.
“He’s-he’s in the hospital! They said he’d been raped! Oh Elliot! My baby’s not going to make it!” she wailed. He could hear the screech of tires over the phone as the Cavendish’s driver rushed them to his location.
“I’ll meet you in his room, but I know that he’ll make it.” he hung up and got out of the car, following Olivia.
So? You Likey? This is my first attempt to do a fic in another fandom outside of Harry Potter, Positive feedback is like my mana, and flames will be used to keep my toes warm. Review!
Two men lay sweating and panting heavily, limbs intimately entangled, skin flush from recent activities. An arm moved lazily and a condom flew into the trash can next to the bed.
“Wow, tough day El?” the first man said, turning on his side to face the second man. He was of a slight build, but densley packed with muscles and possessing Black hair and bright blue eyes.
His partner, an older gentleman, with a tight body and hairy chest ran a hand up and down his arm, smiling gently at him.
“You have no idea. I suspect it’s some kind of underground sex ring, these cases have been too common this month to be mere coincidences.”
“Hmm, well, if your. . .vigour, was anything to go by, then you must be incredibly frustrated.” the man spoke with a faint British accent, making his mundane words sound highly sophisticated.
“I am frustrated.” the older man sat up, running a hand through his closely cropped Brown hair. He sat with his back to the younger man, reaching for his pants.
“I’ll tell you what, let me take you to dinner. It’ll be a date!” he smiled. His bright smile fell at the frustrated exhalation of air from his young partner.
“Sorry El, I can’t.” he said in a tone of One who had been through this before.
“Caddie! Come on, please? You deserve to have a lover who can take you out, without fear of any action for anyone. I’m willing to do that, I don’t care what the others will think.” he too said this in a tone of One who had made the argument before.
“You don’t know if you want this public or not.” the younger said.
“I’m so sick of you making excuses of why we can’t date like any other normal couple!” the, now fully dressed, older gentleman shouted, getting maroon in the face.
“You are not a fag Elliot! You are just some straight guy who found relief in another man’s ass! Just face it! The minute your co-workers or enemies or, fuck, your goddamned ex-wife hears about you’re gone from me without so much as a fuck off!” his next words were cut off as a fist slammed into his jaw, snapping it shut.
He stumbled back, clutching at his face. A silver and onyx ring glittered on the hand clutching the bleeding face. The young man looked shell-shocked.
“Caden! Oh my-I am so sorry!” Elliot reached out to Caden, who jerked back and ran from the apartment, hot tears streaming down his face. Elliot started after him, but thought better of it when he noticed the silver and onyx ring he had given Caden after two months together.
He sat down heavily on the bed and put his head in his hands. His shoulders started to shake and he began to cry. He fell sideways on the bed and clutched the sweat soaked pillow Caden had lain upon and held it to his chest and cried great big unmanly tears.
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Caden wandered around outside, his phone dead and unwilling to go back inside to call a cab. Elliot had called him and he hopped in a taxi and sped over, aching to see his lover o the past year and a half.
Now, he rubbed the empty tan-lined finger, wishing he had at least kept that small part of Elliot, who he would probably never see again. Caden decided to just walk to the nearest subway, just the mere thought of her precious son riding public transit would send his overly dramatic mother into histrionics.
Caden chuckled to himself and continued on. An hour later he was climbing up from the subterranean world that was wholly different from his own swaddled life. Caden hummed a tune from a musical, mentally scoffing at his Über gayness, as he walked down the street towards a pay phone, the businesses long since closed and the streets shrouded in darkness.
He passed a Dark Alley, mentally rolling his eyes at the clichedness of it all. He gave a short laugh that was cut off when he felt something hard press into his back.
“Come quietly, and I won’t put a bullet in your fucking ear.” Caden began to tremble as the guy all but drug him to the back of the Alley.
“Give me your wallet!” Caden quickly pulled the wallet out and handed it to the man, whom he still had not seen. The man dug around in his wallet before he spoke again.
“Caden C. Cavendish, and to think, I was just gonna rob you.” the man said, pushing Caden against the wall and grinding up against him.
Caden, realising what was going to happen started to fight back, only to get punched in the kidneys and thwacked across the head. He saw everything in a purple for about five minutes, before he came too, just in time to feel the robber shove deeply inside of him.
He let loose a blood curdling scream as the man preceded to rape him. The man seemed to enjoy his pained screams and pleas for him to stop and let him go. The man laughed and sped up, slamming home ruthlessly inside of Caden.
“Oh yeah, neva woulda thought I’d be fuckin the scion of the great Victor Cavendish! Oh yeah, take this bitch!” he kept at it, tearing Caden’s hole in his eagerness. He lay down on Caden’s back and whispered in his ear.
“You’re a fag. You know how I know? Cause yuh hole is all slick from some otha mans cum deep inside yo ass! Feels damn good. I think I’m contribute to your collection faggot. Get ready to take it all!” and he was cumming, filling Caden up with his seed. The man pulled out and stood up, panting and tucking himself back into his pants.
He laughed at the whimpers that escaped Caden’s mouth. He pulled out a knife and twirled it around in his hand before plunging the knife down into Caden’s exposed side, laughing again as the squeal Caden let loose, his throat too abused to make anymore sound than that.
He pulled out the knife and licked it, tasting the blood. He kicked Caden in the ribs a few times before pulling out his gun and pistol-whipping Caden into unconsciousness.
The wallet was emptied of it’s cash and tossed onto Caden’s body, the guy smiled and quickly ran from the Alley, deeply satisfied.
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Elliot put down the phone; he’d been calling Caden’s cell every twenty minutes for the last five hours and still no response. He was starting to get upset, and worried.
He’d been snappish since he walked into work, making all of his co-workers edgy. Most assumed that it was his ex-wife causing problems again, he only wished it was. The boss, Capt. Don Cragen, stuck his head out of his office and addressed him and his partner Olivia Benson.
“We’ve got a kid in Bellevue Hospital, raped last night and then stabbed. I need you two to check on it.” Olivia looked at him and he nodded, needing something to take his mind off his own problems, even if that something was a horrible crime against an innocent.
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Two Hours Earlier
Caden awoke, cold and his side throbbing around the knife wound. He wearily raised his head and looked around, he saw that the entrance to the Alley was twenty feet away and he began to crawl towards it, stuffing his wallet into his coat pocket along the way.
By the time he reached the mouth of the Alley his arms were shaking so bad he thought they were in the throws of a seizure and had left the rest of him alone. He collapsed, barely conscious to hear the scream of a woman as she and her daughter discovered his half-naked and blood covered body.
The ambulance came quickly and he was soon rushed away to the land of drugs and inquiries. The pain in his body lessened, as the cold feeling wore off, only to return as his bleeding increased now that it was allowed to circulate properly.
His last thought before succumbing to the drug induced darkness was- Elliot.
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Elliot and Olivia entered the hospital, heading up to the ICU where the victim was being kept. The were met by a nurse who looked upset.
“Can I help you?” she demanded frostily.
“I’m Detective Stabler, and this is my partner Detective Benson, where with the special victims unit, what’s going on?”
“A woman called 911 this morning because sh and her daughter found a young man half naked and covered with blood crawling out of an Alley. We bring him in, find him losing blood from a knife wound in his side and we find that he’s been raped and beaten. It’s horrible.” she walked away, only to send another nurse scampering over to them.
“I’m nurse Rebecca, how can I help you?”
“I’m Detective Stabler and this is my partner Detective Benson, we’re with SVU.”
“Oh, you’re here for the young man? Terrible what happened to him, he might not make it. He was out there all night, slowly bleeding. We’ll notify the next of kin and then as soon as he’s stable enough, we’ll move him to another ward.” she smiled and left to attend to her other patients.
Before Olivia could say anything Elliot’s phone started vibrating against his ass where he had stuck it into his back pocket. He pulled it out and flipped it open, looking at the name; Marguerite Cavendish, he pressed the call accept button.
“Please tell me you know where my baby is?” the accented voice of a woman asked, voice bordering on hysterical.
“I was just going to ask you the same thing. We had a little argument last night and he stormed out. I’ve been trying to reach him all day, but no answer.”
“Maybe he just needed time to cool off? I’ll call his other friends and see if he’s there.”
“That would be good, I’ll keep trying his cell.” while Elliot was talking on the phone Olivia went to the head nurse and spoke to her.
“Well, the only ID he had on him was a state issued ID. His name is Caden Christopher Cavendish. We’re calling his parents as we speak. But for now it looks like he won’t make it. Severe bruising and the wound might be infected, it nicked a few organs.” she explained to Olivia’s questions.
She thanked the woman and re-joined Elliot who had finished his conversation on the phone.
“ I got what I need. Let’s head back, they won’t be moving his for a few days yet.” Olivia said.
“Yeah ok.” they left.
Sliding into the car Elliot asked Olivia a question, but before she could answer his phone started going off, the screen said Marguerite Cavendish, he held up his hand to hold Olivia off and answered. Mrs Cavendish’s shrill voice greeted him as she wailed.
“Calm down ma’am, what’s going on, did they find Caden?” next to him, Olivia gasped, before jumping out of the car and heading back into Bellevue.
“He’s-he’s in the hospital! They said he’d been raped! Oh Elliot! My baby’s not going to make it!” she wailed. He could hear the screech of tires over the phone as the Cavendish’s driver rushed them to his location.
“I’ll meet you in his room, but I know that he’ll make it.” he hung up and got out of the car, following Olivia.
So? You Likey? This is my first attempt to do a fic in another fandom outside of Harry Potter, Positive feedback is like my mana, and flames will be used to keep my toes warm. Review!