V/O FIC: Broken pieces (1/4)

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Title: Broken pieces (1/4)
Author: obvmluver
Beta: gypsy33_66 *Thank you so much, hon.* *squishes*
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando
Rating: NC-17 to be safe
Summary: Betrayal is hard to get over but not impossible.
Warnings: Flaring anger, violence, some angst.
Disclaimer: Lies, lies, it's all lies.
Feedback: Without the little bugger I wouldn't know how I'm doing.
A/N: If the warnings squick you, don't read.
Credits: To pale80 for making yet another banner for me and for alakberaid for poking my fuzzy brain.


Orlando kept walking around his house, their house actually, making a list of the things that were stolen. Viggo sat on the living room floor and tried to gather all the photos the burglars had thrown onto it. Some of them were ruined for good, pictures he himself had taken while filming in New Zealand, many of those that held sentimental value. Viggo also found a picture ripped in two: the piece he found had two people standing close to each other, the other one being Orlando. Viggo would know the slightly bowed legs anywhere and the worn down boots.

Picking up a stack of photos Viggo carefully laid them to a shoebox: he was glad the whole house had already been fingerprinted and they could rebuild their home. Brushing a pile of photos wider on the floor Viggo spotted a picture hidden under another, only the left upper corner was visible. Lifting it up Viggo realized it was the missing piece of the ripped picture: Orlando and Alan, his young fling.

The picture was still captivating in its sadness and Viggo felt the cold hand of reality once again. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the picture where Orlando was kissing another man. It had happened two years ago and Viggo had forgiven Orlando back then, understanding Orlando’s explanation about loneliness and everything about being separated for a long time. He had made the same mistake with Christine years before. What he couldn’t understand and what bothered him now was why did Orlando still have that picture? Was there something Orlando hadn’t told him? Viggo could swear he hadn’t seen that particular photo before, only the collage of pictures E! News had shown on TV the night he found it out.

He felt the twist in his guts, the same twist he had felt two years ago. That feeling had everything to do with his age: He was fifty, Alan a year older than Orlando. Viggo had to admit he felt betrayed again and it hurt, and no matter how much it would hurt, he’d screw the answers out of Orlando.

As Orlando descended the stairs down to the living room he heard sniffles and a sob. Peeking into the room he saw Viggo sitting on his heels in front of the couch, one half of a ripped picture in his hands. There were tear stains on Viggo’s cheeks, shimmering in the light.

“Found a picture,” Viggo began and his voice was low and dark. He took the two pieces and aligned them together.

“Viggo?” Orlando asked, feeling something wasn’t right.

“Found a picture,” Viggo repeated and turned the pieces around so that Orlando could see it as well. Viggo felt his heart drop as he heard Orlando swallowing audibly. “Something I should know about?” he continued and this time he fixed his eyes upon Orlando.

“Something you’ve left out?” Viggo asked and stood up, his voice pitching up a little. Orlando shook his head and moved away from the living room door, swallowing again as fear started creeping into him.

“We…we’ve already discussed this, Vig.” Orlando stammered slightly, and he grimaced as he realized Viggo must have noticed it. “P… Past it.”

“Don’t lie to me, Lando. Don’t fucking lie to me,” Viggo growled and angrily wiped away fresh tears.

“Vig, stop it. You’re scaring me. Please.”

“Why do you have this picture, huh? Still having fun behind my back? I could never have believed you’d do this,” Viggo growled and crumpled the picture in his hand to a ball and threw it at Orlando's face missing the target by inches.

“Answer me!” Viggo yelled and forcefully pushed Orlando against the living room wall, his hand on Orlando’s throat, almost knocking a vase down from a mahogany bureau.

“Viggo…” Orlando started regaining some of his courage back and pushed Viggo away from him, his anger flaring. “We’ve already talked about this, don’t start it again. I’m not having anything with…him. Not anymore.”

“And I should believe you…why? You still have this fucking photograph of him and you!”

“Hell, don’t be daft. I made a mistake two years ago. Why are you tearing old wounds open?” Orlando threw his arms in the air frustrated.

“I want to know why you still have this picture!”

“I have my reasons, but I’m not telling you anything when you’re like this.”

“What?” Viggo asked pure anger flashing in his eyes.

“You act like you never make mistakes.”

“I don’t do things like this to you, to anyone. I don’t deliberately hurt people.”

“Oh, yeah… You’re not even listening,” Orlando sighed, becoming more and more frustrated. “You’re always so perfect, aren’t you? Never made a mistake, never lived the consequences of any mistake you’ve made, never regretted anything, just like a perfect person. Right.” Orlando continued, his voice coloring with sarcasm so evident it made something click inside Viggo’s head.

In an instant Viggo had closed the distance there was between them, balled his fist and aimed it at Orlando’s cheek. It hit its mark almost spot on and also split Orlando’s upper lip. Orlando, his breath hitching, sat down onto the floor pressed an open palm on his left cheek, wondering what had happened.

“I never thought I’d say this but right now… You disgust me, Orlando.”

“I bet you’ve wanted to do that for ages. So much for never deliberately hurting people. That felt good, huh?”

“You could have told me you still...” Viggo began his voice cracking, his anger gone. He was on the verge of tears again.

“How can I when you don’t listen?”

TBC...

Comments

[lise-ann.livejournal.com]

Ouch. I'm not sure if they both need hugs or smacks upside the head.

[obvmluver.livejournal.com]

I think they deserve both: hugs AND smacks upside their heads. *nods*

[chimera3838.livejournal.com]

Potent. I'm looking forward for the next chapter :)

[obvmluver.livejournal.com]

Hehe. Good that you liked the first chapter so much that you're actually looking forward to reading the next. Makes me very happy. =D

[smokey-shadow17.livejournal.com]

Good beginning. I can't wait to see more. Thanks for posting!

[obvmluver.livejournal.com]

Thanks for reading. More will come out later. =D

[woowoochow.livejournal.com]

great start,cant wait to read more

[obvmluver.livejournal.com]

Thanks. More will come. *nods*

[samtyr.livejournal.com]

Great start. Though I have to admit that once again, it appears the Y chromosome continues to halve the intelligence... and at the worst possible time -- good grief! ::shakes head in dismay::

[obvmluver.livejournal.com]

Yup. Vig showed his darker side for sure. Hope there's a happy ending. :)

[ns-tulkas.livejournal.com]

Why is it so shoooort?!

[obvmluver.livejournal.com]

Becaaaaaaaaaaaause it told me that it had to be cut right there. So I did.
More will come. *nods*

[veveri.livejournal.com]

Oh, that must have hurt. Both are not acting as reasonable adults at the moment, but hopefuly will be able to sort it out. Looking forward to next chapter, thanks!

[obvmluver.livejournal.com]

I think it did hurt, both of them. Adults don't always act like adults but hey, let's wait for the remaining chappies and see what happens, yeah?
Thanks for stopping by to read this. =D