vigorli

Title: Broken pieces (2/4)
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 stared at the tiny ball on the floor that was the culmination of the fight, the little thing that caused so much heartache, broke them both – again. Viggo had never been violent before, ever, and Orlando couldn’t help but wonder what had possessed him. He knew he had caused it; he had triggered a nerve in Viggo and had most likely deserved everything.

He was still paying the price of one single mistake he had made two years ago, every day. He had felt like a bastard back then, but Viggo had a big and kind heart, a forgiving one and they had been able to talk back then. Now, Viggo hadn’t listened as he had then, he had made assumptions on a matter that clearly still haunted him. These memories were so vivid they had now broken them, the relationship they had carefully built over the years. Viggo had wanted out and Orlando had let him walk away.

Orlando stared at the tiny ball, now openly angry at the small object, bunching it with his fist, before he broke down. He should have been brave and explained why he still had the picture, albeit in two pieces. He should have done many things and should have left things undone but there wasn’t a way to go back and undo things. Thinking back about what happened he couldn’t help but think maybe Viggo was right, maybe this was a sign they didn’t belong together.

Orlando knew Viggo didn’t need someone like him, a weak man who sleeps with another whenever he’s feeling too lonely. Viggo needed someone, anyone who was strong, who unlike him, could face separation head on without cracking. Taking his phone from his pocket he dialled a familiar number and waited. Finally there was an answer.

“Eric? C...Can I come over?” he began with a thin voice between sobs. “I... I fucked up.”

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It was already dark when Viggo arrived at Beanie’s door. He had left home without thinking, appalled at Orlando for keeping secrets from him, feeling betrayed once again. His fist was still aching and if he was right his knuckles were slightly swollen. One tiny part of him tried to tell him he had overreacted, that he had been too presumptuous about Orlando, too hurt, too much haunted by past memories but mostly he was angry, almost blinded by rage and he was scared. He hadn’t been prepared to find a picture of Orlando and Alan, let alone a new one, and he hadn’t been prepared for the reaction he’d get. Normally he would have sat down and calmly demanded an answer, as he had before, but today, overcome by the pain of betrayal, he had resorted to violence. He had even scared himself.

Feeling the need for a stiff drink get stronger, he pressed the doorbell forcefully and tapped his foot against the porch floor. ‘Come on’ he thought as Beanie seemed to take an eternity to open the door. Finally he did and Viggo stormed in, muttering something Beanie couldn’t grasp.

“Vig? What the hell is happening? Where’s Orli?” Beanie asked, closing the door. “And take your shoes off.”

“I broke up with him. Where’s your JD? I think I need a stiffie. Now.”

“Hell, slow down, mate. Start from the beginning.”

“I will as soon as I get something stronger than orange juice.” Viggo grumbled, removing his shoes and throwing them to the mud room.

Retrieving an unopened bottle of Jack Daniels and two glasses, Sean sat down to the front of Viggo, only the small tea table separating them. Filling the glasses to half full he handed the other to Viggo and leaned back a little, watching open mouthed as Viggo downed everything in one go before pouring himself another.

“Now. Care to tell me why you’re here? It’s nearing midnight soon.”

“Like I said, I broke up with Orlando.”

“Why the hell would you do that for? You biased?”

“Alan. Orlando is STILL having that...that affair.”

“Where did you get a mad idea like that?”

“There’s a photo in our house... in our fucking house, and I haven’t seen it before!”

“Hey, keep your voice down. I’m not the one you should be shouting at.”

“Sorry,” Viggo muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose trying in vain to stop himself from starting to cry again.

“I don’t think Orlando is having anything behind your back. What does a photograph mean anyway?”

“It’s my heart that’s telling me he’s betrayed me again.” Viggo said, choking out a sob.

“Orlando didn’t tell you anything?”

“No. He kept quiet, kept babbling about me not listening as if to try to derail the conversation away from the matter. He didn’t answer me why even though I asked.”

“But you know Orlando. He won’t keep things like this inside him. Are you sure you’re not jumping to conclusions here?”

“I...” Viggo began and threw his hands in the air frustrated.

“I mean what other proof do you have of the affair other than one photo?”

“His behaviour.”

“Viggo, for crying out loud. Surely you know that doesn’t count for anything! Did you give him a chance to tell you, like really tell you?”

Viggo’s eyes flew up to meet Sean’s as a realization hit him, and he curled up slightly covering his face with his hands, starting to cry full force. “What have I done?” he choked out.

“Tell me, what did you do?” Sean coaxed, hoping Viggo would voice it out.

“I hit him, I hurt him and I didn’t trust him. I didn’t listen. I did the unthinkable,” Viggo sobbed. “I hurt him.”

Sean couldn’t watch his miserable friend any longer so he stood up and walked to Viggo sitting down beside him and threw an arm over his shoulders in an attempt to comfort him.

TBC sometime next week