vigorli

Title: Alegría (5/?)
Author:

obvmluver
Beta::

gypsy33_66 *luvs you to bits*
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Abuse can wreak havoc in our souls. Can Orlando find a way out?
Warnings: (Implied) Abuse, Violence
Disclaimer: Lies, lies, it's all lies.
Feedback: Please, spare a moment to leave feedback. I wish to improve in English and I wish you'd let me know what you thought about the chapter.

It was growing dark outside, the rain rattled against the windows. The wind had started to blow as well, ripping leaves off the branches and sticking them up to the wet windows. Orlando sighed. He was so deep in thought he didn’t even notice Viggo taking their empty plates and glasses to the kitchen, didn’t notice the fact that Viggo also did the dishes. Viggo sat back down and looked at Orlando who looked depressed, still deep in his thoughts. Carefully he touched the back of Orlando’s hand that was warm and soft. He let his fingers travel up towards his wrist before pressing an open palm on Orlando’s hand. The small gesture snapped Orlando back to present.

“Did you mean what you said?” came the slightly rushed question.

Orlando’s pulse was racing. Viggo kept on looking at him and nodded.

“Every word. I wish I could tell you I don’t feel anything, but then I’d be lying.”

“What is it you feel towards me, then?”

Viggo closed his eyes temporarily gritting his teeth before answering.

“I don’t feel just one thing. I... What I feel is more of a mixture of pride, the need to care for you, the rest I can’t even name yet. I tried to fight against this but obviously lost the game. That kiss messed with my brain quite royally. I can’t deny it. I know that hearing these things may scare you but they have scared me shitless as well. I hardly ever feel this strongly about someone.”

Orlando saw Viggo was telling him the truth. It was still a halting experience even though he knew, had probably always known, and had always felt deep inside that this was where they’d eventually get to. Orlando knew he needed to do some serious soul searching. There was a weight on his shoulders but it felt somehow comfortable as it was. If he now let it be lifted off, it was almost certain the anxiety would hit. Viggo had had the guts to say thing out loud.

“That kiss has been haunting me... come breaking into my dreams. I can’t just brush it aside with a shrug. I’m really scared. I fear that in the end I'll wind up getting hurt again. I don’t want to... end up lying on the floor again abandoned, tired of crying... tired of myself.”

Viggo stood up and walked to Orlando holding his hand in his, pulling him up.

“I could never do that. Do you believe me?”

They stood like that for a long time until Orlando nodded, his answer barely visible. “Yeah.”

Gently Viggo took Orlando’s other hand into his as well and pushing slightly he linked their fingers making them press their foreheads together. The warm breath escaping Viggo’s lips tickled Orlando's moustache.

Orlando moved, pressing their noses together, his heart beating wildly.

“Do you want this?” he asked whispering, uncertainty coloring his voice. His lips touched Viggo’s with every spoken word.

“Yes, I do,” Viggo whispered back.

Orlando let the weight fall off his shoulders leaning forwards a little more so that their lips touched. At first neither of them reacted. Finally Viggo deepened the kiss feeling how he was pulled back into the same rollercoaster of feelings he was in the last time. This time the kiss was deeper and continued deepening with every passing second.

Orlando’s heart beat like a hammer in his chest for he had never felt anything as powerful as this. Never before had he felt the overwhelming feeling of love washing over. Standing in front of Viggo, he felt safe.

Viggo felt warmth seeping into him and flowing down his spine towards his toes.

“My god, Orli!” he gasped and pulled away.

“What is it? Did I do something wrong?”

“No, no you didn’t. I just...can’t control myself...my body. I wanted to prevent you from feeling scared.”

“Of what?”

“Me. I don’t want you to.... be scared of me,” Viggo said, a deep blush coloring his cheeks. He didn’t know how to be, where to look and that told a whole story making Orlando drop his gaze down. His eyes went wide, and he swallowed audibly.

“I...did that?”

“Yeah... With just one kiss. I’m sorry. I didn’t know I’d...” Viggo stammered, his voice trembling. Long silence fell between them.

“...react this way. I’ve been alone for too long.”

“I really did that?” Orlando asked finding it hard to believe he could cause something like that with a simple kiss; he wasn’t good at kissing or attractive in any way. Or so he thought.

“Yeah. It surprised me, too. I feel ashamed I couldn’t do anything before it happened.”

“Why would you be ashamed of something you had no control over?” Orlando asked making Viggo look at him.

“You’re not mad at me?”

“No. I’m only confused. How could someone like me... make that happen?”

“I wish you knew how I feel about you...” Viggo said sighing.

“Tell me.”

Viggo sat down onto the table and gave Orlando a soul touching look.

”You are like the earth keeping my tattered soul in place, like a cleansing rush of water brushing away all the sorrows, like the air filling every cell in my being. You are like a fire in my heart, burning my soul.” The stream of beautiful words ended with a shrug.

TBC...