vigorli

Title: Broken pieces (4/4)
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.

It was past midnight when the doorbell rang at Eric’s. Orlando was drowsing on the couch under a warm flannel blanket, keeping a bag of frozen peas against his cheek hoping against hope he wouldn’t look as bad as he knew he did. The slithering hands of a dreamless sleep let go of him as soon as he heard Sean bustle in along with someone else. It didn’t take much for him to guess who it was, Viggo and Sean had been friends from the day they met, their bond strong from the very start.

Sitting up, he carefully handed the bag back to Rebecca who took it and after swiping it with a wet cloth in the kitchen, put it back to the freezer. Noticing the shadows getting closer Orlando turned his head away and waited.

“We think you should talk,” Sean said, but Orlando shook his head slowly.

“It wouldn’t change things. We’re not... No longer an item.” Orlando spoke quietly, staring out of the window.

“Viggo was right when he said we don’t seem to have a future together, and I don’t blame him. I ruined us; the only steady thing there was in my life, because I never was able to tell him why I still had the stupid picture. Contrary to what you might think, I’ve kept it for a stupid reason. I’ve kept it to remind me of the biggest mistake I’ve ever made, to remind me how badly I had hurt myself, but most importantly how badly I had hurt Viggo, to remind me how irreparable Viggo is...was. But,” Orlando started and turned around, fixing his eyes upon Sean’s, nodding at the grimace appearing upon his face before continuing.

“Yeah, nice, eh? Anyway, there’s the explanation. It doesn’t matter much but at least I laid it in the open. I love Viggo, there’s no question about that but I also know that I’ve done things I shouldn’t have. I live with it every fucking day. Even after two years.”

Viggo, standing behind Sean, felt nauseous. Orlando’s left eye was nearly swollen shut, his face was bruised, and his upper lip was split. Guilt over what he had done made Viggo’s knees give way, and he quickly sat down on a nearby couch.

“I’m so sorry I ever caused you pain,” Orlando said, his eyes brimming with new tears as he met Viggo’s gaze.

“I just hope that someday you find it in your heart to forgive me again. I’m not expecting it, no. Not this time. I couldn’t even if I wanted to. But maybe there’s a chance for us to find closure, yeah? You deserve better than this, far better than I can give you. I’ve been blessed to be with you, but I guess I’m not the one for you. Am I gutted? Surprisingly no. It doesn’t mean I don’t want this, that I haven’t loved being with you, but it means there’s someone out there who won’t hurt you, ever.” With that Orlando attempted to go, standing up and walking past Sean and Eric, only to be stopped by a warm, familiar hand around his wrist.

“Don’t do this. Don’t break us,” Viggo pleaded.

“There’s nothing to break, Viggo. There isn’t an ‘us’ anymore. You swore it before you stormed out and I believe you,” Orlando said softly.

“I’m sorry... I’m sorry for everything. I... I wasn’t in my right mind saying all those things to you, I wasn’t myself. God...” Viggo choked out, standing up, his hand ghosting over the bruise on Orlando’s cheek. “I did this... my god, I hurt you.” The hand that had been ghosting over the bruise soon covered Viggo’s mouth as the consequence of his actions sunk in.

“Orli, angel...” Viggo began and swallowed. “Please, forgive me. I...”

“There’s nothing to forgive. You were driven by emotions. Nothing wrong there.”

“But that’s not an excuse! That’s never an excuse to cover what I did. I... I want to take my words back. I’m sorry, so sorry. I do trust you, Lan. It just... The picture ripped old wounds open. I thought I was past everything, I really did, but the picture was new. You had never showed it to me so I assumed... I made a mistake, a terrible mistake. I wish to put this behind us...”

“I want that too, but how do we know there won’t come another moment like this? How do I know you won’t act before thinking again? How do I know this was the one time thing?”

“Obviously there’s only my word, though that doesn’t have much credibility right now.”

“I’ll take you up on that.”

Silence fell between them. After a moment Viggo broke it. "What?” Viggo asked,
his voice hitching with surprise.

“I’ll take your word for it.”

“Really?”

“I’m taking the risk and giving us another chance. This can’t crush us, it just can’t.” Orlando said, shaking his head.

“Are you serious?” Viggo asked cupping Orlando’s face gently, barely believing what he was hearing. One look into the big, brown eyes told Viggo everything he needed to know.

“I love you,” Viggo said, his voice cracking.

“And I love you, Vig.” Orlando said, rubbing his nose against Viggo’s.

“Can we go home and finish what we were doing? The list of the missing things has to be ready to be handed off to the police by 8am,” Orlando asked, pulling about an inch away from Viggo’s face.

“Of course we can. I just... I’m not fit to drive and I left my car at Sean’s."

“I don’t think I’m fit to drive either, but at least I’m sober,” Orlando said quietly.

Smiling slightly, Viggo let go of Orlando’s wrist only to realize they were alone in the living room, Sean, Rebecca and Eric were all in the kitchen, the door closed so they wouldn’t overhear a private conversation. Viggo knocked and opened it, peeking in to let the others know he and Orlando were leaving.

“There’s still lots to talk about, though,” he said. “And I’m sure we will but it’s getting late and we have a report to present, about the stolen items. Thanks, Sean, for pulling my head out of my ass."

Orlando hugged Eric, thanking him for the same reasons and for keeping his door open.

It was true that there still were things to talk about; it just couldn’t end like this, both of them suddenly making up. They knew they had to have a long conversation about what had happened but for now they reconciled, made a truce. Viggo knew he seriously had to think about himself, why the anger had flared so suddenly and why he had reacted the way he had because he never wanted to hurt those he loved. He also knew he should trust Orlando more and he felt somewhat serene knowing that Orlando wasn’t expecting to regain his trust just like that, that he was still in the process of getting it back. Orlando silently vowed, as he drove them home that night, that he was going to learn to be more open and up front with things because no matter what it was, it always affected Viggo as well, some way or another. Comforted in the knowledge that problems always had a way to be solved, they went home, made the list, handed it to the police and fell asleep on their bed, exhausted, but hand in hand.

THE END