vigorli

Title: Alegría (6/?)
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.

Exhaustion together with a full stomach made Viggo feel extremely tired and quietly he retired to the bedroom.
He dug into his suitcase searching for a towel, his toothbrush, toothpaste and clean boxers and couldn’t help but notice how quiet the whole house was, as if he was the only one inside.

Finding what he was looking for he went into the shower. The bathroom was huge, the black and white tiles shone in the artificial light. There was a Jacuzzi inside, made of dark slates, glazed crockpots filled with green plants hung on the walls. Taking off his clothes Viggo stepped into the shower and let the warm water cascade down over his shoulders. The exhaustion weighed upon his shoulders and the warmth intensified it, so he stepped out, dried himself quickly and dressed before brushing his teeth. Walking out of the bathroom he took the bedspread off, carefully folded it and lay down, and before he knew it he was fast asleep.

Orlando silently made his way to his bedroom hours later suddenly unable to move as he saw Viggo sleeping in his bed. He had had plenty of time to think through what Viggo had said. Was he really as important to Viggo as the man kept saying? Pushing the newfound thoughts aside he crawled under the sheets and tried to sleep.

xXxXx

Sidi was walking around the spacious living room until he noticed a bird hopping on the windowsill outside and barked so loud he woke Orlando and Viggo up. Orlando let out a colourful string of curses mumbling them against Viggo’s back. Some time during the night he had ended up right beside Viggo, pressed his face between Viggo’s shoulder blades, pushed his leg between his and flung his arm over Viggo’s side.

“This is way too awkward...” Orlando mumbled apologetically feeling the embarrassment rise to his cheeks. Inside a small voice kept saying it wasn’t awkward, it was right. Orlando had woken up just like he had dreamed about for so long. Pulling his arm and leg away he turned onto his back, Viggo did too.

“I think it felt nice,” Viggo said quietly staring at the ceiling.

Orlando stayed quiet for a long time before he quietly admitted it had felt nice to him too, blushing even more. Orlando’s voice had been barely audible but Viggo had heard him and kept wondering what it would feel like to wake up like this every day. He knew the answer of course, but wanted to stay silent not to stress Orlando any more than necessary.

Orlando kept wondering about it as well. Would it be so difficult to wake up in the morning and feel Viggo’s strong arms around him? Hardly, but the fact that Orlando found himself wanting it scared him. He already had had the guts to let the weight fall off his shoulders once so why couldn’t he do it again? This couldn’t be any more different than that.

Blindly Orlando sought Viggo’s hand, touched it carefully, his heart beating like a hammer in his chest and waited for Viggo’s reaction. Viggo turned onto his side and stared back. The look he saw in Orlando’s eyes told him more than a thousand words could ever tell.

“Are you sure?” he finally asked.

Orlando swallowed. “I...think I am.” he said, his voice trembling a little.

Viggo gently stroked Orlando’s cheek. “You think?”

“I...yeah. I can’t say I’m fully sure but I’d like to try to be. Maybe I can keep the fear at bay.”

“I don’t want you to have to try anything. You don’t have to decide now.”

“Because I already have,” Orlando said, determination clear in his voice before he gave Viggo a small peck and sat up. Yawning he rummaged through his wardrobe and went to take a shower.

Viggo had fallen asleep again while Orlando had showered which was rare. Orlando quickly wrote him a note telling him that he had gone out to get groceries and take Sidi out for a walk, and left it on his pillow next to Viggo. Making his way to the door Orlando whistled and Sidi came running to him, his tail wagging. Shutting the door carefully, Orlando left.

Orlando made their normal round, a three mile long walking trip, before he crossed a park and came to the grocery store. He tied Sidi to a small hook next to the backdoor of the store and walked in. He was thankful that the store owner didn’t open up until 10am leaving Orlando lots of time to pick up groceries in peace.

He thanked the shop keep after paying for the items, stepped out and gave the smaller bag for Sidi to carry home. Orlando walked through the same park and the cold, cutting wind made him shudder. Gritting his teeth he kept going.

Viggo had woken up again shortly after Orlando had left, found the note and smilingly risen up. He felt happiness bubbling inside him, they had had an interesting conversation earlier that morning and the fact that Orlando tried made him happy. Inhaling Orlando’s pillow one last time he made his way downstairs. The couch haphazardly placed in the middle of the living room caught Viggo’s artistic eye and he pushed it next to the windows.

Viggo had just thrown the folded blanket onto the backrest of the couch when Orlando walked back in carrying three big eco friendly plastic bags full of groceries.

“Need any help?” he asked.

“Nah. Sidi already volunteered,” Orlando said and followed his mutt to the kitchen. “Okay, boy. Let go. There you go, buddy.” Orlando said, crouched down and scratched Sidi behind his ears. “Thank you for the help.” he finished, pecking his dog.

Viggo started unloading one of the bags, aimlessly wandering around the kitchen.

“Have I ever told you I hate kitchens?” he asked as he couldn’t find a proper place for instant oatmeal.

“Just because you can’t find a place for that?” Orlando asked mirth in his eyes.

“Uh...yeah.”

“Maybe you tried this?” Orlando opened one of the cupboards and revealed an almost empty carton of instant oatmeal.

“Hey, listen...” Viggo began as he put the new package into its place.

“I couldn’t help but notice... You don’t smile that often anymore.”

Orlando leaned against the sink and sighed. “Loneliness and depression aren’t exactly the happiest combination.”

“Depression?”

“Yeah. I’ve been suffering from that ever since I realized how wrong it was what Hugo...” Orlando couldn’t finish the sentence so he went on.

“Um... With meds it’s been tolerable, and partially because of home therapy. I’ve been better ever since you came along. I haven’t felt the need to take them as often as I used to.”

“But how? All those interviews and pics... That smile?”

“I’m an actor, Vig. I had to feign it and before long I managed to make it look genuine. Without pretence I would have collapsed like a house of cards.”

Nodding his understanding Viggo continued: “I hope I’ll someday see the real smile on your face again.”

“I want that too. I want to be happy, smile freely, without pretence. Without bad memories.” Orlando dropped his gaze to the floor.

“Then it’s time for us to start making happy ones.” Viggo said, determination in his voice, on his face, walking to him and leaning forward so that Orlando stood between his arms. Orlando’s gaze shot up at him, surprised.

“What would you like for breakfast?” Viggo asked rubbing their noses together gently before pushing himself away from Orlando, giving him space.

“Tea and a sandwich but...”

“Sit down on the couch in your living room...” Viggo began, making Orlando turn his head and look into the room through the kitchen door. “...relax and your breakfast will be there shortly.”

Despite the state his living room was, Orlando thought, Viggo had managed to make it look like a nice place even though there was only the couch in front of the windows and a flannel blanket. Orlando wordlessly slumped down onto it and waited. He followed Viggo with his gaze, who whistled as he moved around. Maybe it was possible to get used to it all, Viggo cooking and Orlando watching him do that. Maybe.

Soon Viggo brought their breakfast into the living room. There were two delicious sandwiches on the tray Viggo had dug out of one of the cardboard boxes with two mugs of steaming tea.

“Thanks,” Orlando said sipping his tea; Viggo nodded and took a bite of his sandwich before he wrapped the blanket over them both. Orlando relaxed, screwed up his courage and laid his head on Viggo’s shoulder.

TBC