All is Fair in Love & War: (7/7) Keeper of Hearts

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Title: ALL IS FAIR IN LOVE & WAR CH.7: KEEPER OF HEARTS
Author: vigorlilover
Pairing: Vigorli, BanaBloom, Karl/Viggo (Implied)
Rating: NC-17 (Overall)
Warning(s): Angst, Violence, AU
Summary: Orlando has known Viggo since he was a child, he grew up in Viggo's neighborhood but as he got older his friendship turned into something more. There was another who was also in love with Viggo, Karl. Karl and Orlando vie for Viggo's affection for years. Karl finally wins Viggo's heart, but has he really?
A/N: The End! Thanks to all for reading and your wonderful responses
Disclaimer: Yes, I believe wholeheartedly Viggo and Orlando had this great epic love affair. But I don't have any proof what-so-ever, therefore, this story is a complete fabrication.
Feedback: Yes please; greatly encouraged and appreciated.



Viggo hardly left Orlando’s bedside at Mercy Hospital. The doctor said his condition looks promising but all they could do now is wait. Orlando had to have the will to wake up and Viggo was told Orlando could feel his touch and hear is voice.

Viggo just sat staring helplessly at him, he didn’t know what he would do if he lost him. Sean came in with a cup of coffee from Starbucks and some change of clothes for Viggo. He sat the clothes on the back of one of the extra chairs and brought Viggo his coffee.

Viggo sniffled and took the coffee from Sean, “Thanks.” he said taking a sip before sitting it on Orlando’s over-bed table.

“Still no change?” Sean asked.

Viggo shook his head, “I should have kicked Karl out when he attacked him in the kitchen.” he said angrily.

Sean put his hand on Viggo’s shoulder, “C’mon, Vig, stop torturing yourself. No one could have expected he would gone this far. We’ve both known Karl forever, now granted he’s done some beyond crazy things to get you but this, Viggo...” he said sighing, “Don’t blame yourself, Orlando wouldn’t want you to.”

“He was innocent. He didn’t deserve this.” Viggo said beginning to cry again, he took Orlando’s hand in his and kissed it, running his hand up and down his arm, trailing it along the IV.

“Of course he didn’t, but he needs you to be strong for him.” Sean told him and Viggo slowly nodded.

Sean looked in the corner by the window to see the many flowers and cards, “I see his fan club has grown since I left.”

Viggo wiped his face, “His parents and Dom and Lij were here this morning. Dom and Lij had to go check on their baby who was with the babysitter and Sonia and Harry just got in from a long flight so I told them to go rest and I would stay with him.” he said as Sean sat in the chair behind him.

“You need to to get some rest yourself; go home, I’ll stay with him.” Sean suggested unsuccessfully.

Viggo shook his head, “No, I want to be here when he wakes up.”

Sean looked at Orlando, “Viggo...What if he doesn’t wake up?” He said sadly.

Viggo turned on him, “Don’t you dare say that! He will wake up, he has to.” he told Sean desperately.

“Ok, ok. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that. Have you ate anything?” Sean asked.

Viggo shook his head, “I’m not hungry.”

Sean stood up and headed to the door, he turned back to Viggo, “I’m not going to let you sit here and feel sorry for yourself, Viggo, this is not your fault. If you want to blame someone blame me. I didn’t tell you about the letter, if I had you wouldn’t have been with Karl in the first place. I should have known better.”

“I don’t blame you.” Viggo said reassuringly.

“And you shouldn’t blame yourself either, there is only one person responsible for this and he’s going to rot in prison for the rest of his miserable life and the death penalty if...”

Sean started to say if Orlando didn’t make it but he didn’t want to upset Viggo anymore than he already was. “I’m going to go to the cafeteria and get you something.” Viggo just continued to look at Orlando without responding and Sean turned and left.

Viggo looked up at Orlando’s heart monitor, the nurse came in, a brunette with her hair up in a bun. She wrote something on Orlando’s chart. She gave Viggo a warm smile, “Talk to him.” She said, “He can hear you.” Viggo watched her leave and he looked back to Orlando.

“What can I say, Orli, but I’m so sorry. I love you you more than you will ever know, please don’t leave me. I can’t live without you, precious.” Viggo laid his head on Orlando’s chest. Viggo heard someone come in the door; he figured Sean had forgot something. But the voice he heard wasn’t Sean’s...

“How is he?”

Viggo turned to see Eric standing in the doorway with flowers. Viggo jumped up and rushed to him, “What the hell are you doing here?” he yelled slamming Eric against the door by his collar, causing him to drop the flowers on the floor.

Eric could barely breathe, “I just wanted to see how he was.” he managed to say.

“He’s in a coma, thanks to your friend and something tells me you knew all along what Karl was capable of.” Viggo spat at him.

Eric still struggled to talk, “No, no, not this...Viggo please, never this.”

Sean came back in the room after he heard the commotion from the lobby of the intensive care unit. He widen his eyes at Eric pinned against the wall, “Viggo wait, let him talk.” Sean grabbed Viggo’s arm.

“I don’t want to hear anything he has to say!” Viggo exclaimed keeping his fiery eyes blazing into Eric's.

“You’ll want to here this, now let him go.” Sean said pulling on Viggo's arm once more. Viggo kept face stern but he did as Sean said. Eric picked up the flowers and walked past Viggo to Orlando’s bedside he put the flowers with rest by the window. Eric looked down at Orlando sympathetically and ran the back of his hand down his cheek.

Viggo came and stood between them pushing Eric back, “Get the hell away from him!” Viggo ordered unsure whether or not his temper would erupt again.

“Sean tells me you know about the letter.” Eric said softly backing away from Viggo.

“Cut the shit, Eric, say what you have to say and leave!” Viggo ordered again with more harshness.

“I’m trying to, if you would quit playing macho man and listen.” Eric responded as casually as he could with Viggo's cold stare.

Viggo grunted and sat back down in the chair and took Orlando’s hand again.

Eric began to speak, “He swore when you two broke up that would be it, he would have you and I could have Orlando. He was talk but for him really take it to this extent, I couldn’t believe it when I heard. I’ve known him my whole life, but as it turned out I really didn’t know him at all. The only thing that was certain was how deep his feelings were for you, so when he came up with the idea for the letter I went along with.” he told Viggo.

He then let a deep long sigh while remorsefully looking at Orlando, “It was the only thing I could do to keep him from doing something else.”

Viggo hinted a dark tone in Eric’s voice, “He’s threatened him before?” he asked.

Eric nodded, “But I never thought he’d act on it, but I didn’t want to take that chance so I helped him.” He lowered his eyes shamefully.

Eric found himself struggling to continue, but he knew he had to. He owed Orlando that much,

“I helped him destroy your relationship...”

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6 Years Earlier

“Is that the letter?” Eric asked standing on his porch timidly as he watched Karl approach holding a folded piece of paper in his hand.

Karl nodded, “Yes, the final nail in the coffin for Orlando and Viggo’s relationship.”

Eric shook his head uncertainly, “Are you sure about this, man, what’s going to keep Orlando from confronting Viggo about it?”

“Because I know the little chia pet a lot more than I care to admit. Viggo is Orlando’s weak spot and when he feels unwanted by him he doesn’t think about his actions and that’s where you come in. Orlando’s going to need you, Eric, to help him ease the pain of his lost love. See their problem with each other is they’re vulnerable to the other’s needs; if Orlando thinks Viggo needs to be free from him, he’ll give it to him... You’ll see.” Karl said darkly.

Eric looked away, “I don’t know.”

Karl grabbed his arm, “Look it’s plan A or plan B, and I can tell by your infatuation with the little tart that you don’t want to go to plan B.”

Eric sighed, “Fine, what do you need me to do?”

“It’s simple, you don’t even have to get your hands dirty...” Karl winked, “Unless you want to.”

Eric rolled his eyes.

Karl continued, “Like I told you yesterday I stumbled on an interesting conversation between Orlando and Viggo, they were bickering about Orlando always going in his studio looking at his unfinished artwork. My guess is that it went in one ear and out the other, now Viggo has shows at the museum; Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. Orlando doesn’t go on Fridays because he goes Bowling with Dominic and Elijah.”

“Scoping out their schedules, huh?” Eric remarked sarcastically.

“Shut up!” Karl hastily replied before going on, “Now that leaves Orlando to do what he always does and that’s snoop.”

“Hang on, so you think Viggo is going to break up with Orlando because he’s snooping?” Eric asked almost unbelieving how ridiculous Karl was being to come up with such a thing, but also thinking maybe it wasn’t that far fetched for him to come up with either.

“NO, STUPID!” Karl held up the letter, “Orlando is going to break up with him because of what he finds while snooping.” Karl took Eric’s hand and put the letter in it, “Now your job is to put it there. Now listen closely, Viggo keeps two stacks of paintings on his desk in his studio; one is of his unfinished work and the other are the ones he plans on throwing away. PUT THAT IN THE UNFINISHED PILE!” he emphasized.

Eric unfolded the paper, “You’d make a good forger, maybe that’s where you should put your time and energy.” Eric said not feeling any joy in his usual humor.

Karl frowned, “JUST DO IT! AND DON’T SWREW UP!” he boasted.

Eric folded back up the letter, “How do you know Viggo won’t come home and find it first? Don’t you think you’re leaving too much to chance?” he asked trying to find some way for Karl to reconsider.

“Maybe, but Viggo and Orlando are joined at the hip and this is the only time they are not together, Orlando is at home by himself. I saw him bringing in some of Viggo’s paintings. Why don’t you go give him a hand.” Karl winked at him encouragingly.

Eric widen his eyes, “Karl, Viggo rips my head off if I even look in Orlando’s direction, he’s certainly not going to want me in his house.”

“True, but Orlando likes you and you’re somewhat of friend to him.”

“Yea some friend.” Eric lowered his while his guilt rose.

“You’re wasting time.” Karl looked down the street at Orlando who was going back and forth to his car, “Those boxes look heavy, better go help him quick before Viggo gets home, or we go to plan B.” Karl threatened.

Eric put the letter in his back pocket and walked off the steps, he turned back to Karl.

“Don’t look like that. When this is over, everybody wins.” Karl said positively.

“Except for Viggo and Orlando.” Eric said sadly hating the idea of what he was about to do.

“They’ll cry and boo hoo, but they will get over each other and you and I will help them.”

“You’re a fool if you believe that.” Eric said. Karl frowned, “Go, and don’t chicken out.”

Eric turned and walked down the street.

Orlando came back outside looking up when he saw Eric enter the yard beside his car. Orlando gave him a warm smile.

“Hey, Eric.”

“Hey, Orli. You busy?” Eric asked his voice cracking as he was about to break his front, but Orlando thankfully failed to notice.

“I’m just bringing in some of Viggo’s supplies from the gallery.” Orlando said opening the car door.

“You need any help bringing things in?” Eric asked coming closer.

Orlando bit his lip and looked in his car. He did still have quite a bit of things to bring in and if Eric took in some it would help. Orlando looked back at Eric, but Viggo hated him, he thought. He certainly wouldn’t be happy if he came home and found Eric here.

“Viggo’s not home.” he finally said.

“Oh you have to wait until daddy’s home to have friends over, I see.” Eric said sarcastically before laughing at Orlando who was smiling shyly. “I’m just kidding.” Eric said taking Orlando's hand and rubbing his thumb across the back of it, “I just want to help, we’re friends, aren’t we?”

Orlando hesitated before he nodded. “Of course we are.” he said.

After Orlando's confirmation, Eric slowly released his hand.

Orlando reached in his car and pulled out two boxes and handed them to Eric. Orlando reached in and grabbed two more, “Come, lets take these in the house.”

Eric nodded and follow him in.

“You can just sit them by the fireplace, I’ll put them up later.”

“You sure? I can put them away for you.”

Orlando thought a moment, “Ok well those go in Viggo’s office.” He walked over with another box and put it on top of the other two. “And this one goes in his studio. They are both in the back of the house you can’t miss them.”

“Okay.” Eric said nervously.

“Thanks.” Orlando said sweetly.

Eric watched him go back out to his car.

Eric turned and went to the back where Viggo’s studio and office were. His first stop, Viggo’s office, he put the box in the corner by the closet. Viggo’s office was surrounded with paintings, many of which were of Orlando. Viggo really does love him, Eric thought. Looking around the room only made it harder to do what Karl ordered. He took the other two boxes and went into Viggo’s studio and also placed them in the corner. Eric pulled out the letter, The studio’s set up was similar to the office, with the exception of paint and newspapers all over the place and most of the art in here was not finished.

Viggo liked to surprise Orlando, but Orlando’s curiosity always got the best of him and Eric was sorry to say it would also destroy him when he falls prey to Karl’s devious plan.

Eric went to Viggo's desk, and sure enough there were two piles. One unfinished and one about to get tossed. He could tell because the one for the trash had paint smeared all over it and left little to entice a person. But in a way, somewhat creative. The unfinished one was obviously simply that...almost but not quite done.

Eric looked between both piles. If I leave this in the trash pile Viggo could find it or throw it away, and Orlando will never see it. He thought. But if Orlando does come back here, he could look through both and still find it. I think I will take that chance for the lesser, and hope he doesn’t. Eric thought again, allowing himself some comfort.

Eric then lifted the paintings from the trash pile and slipped the letter under them so that it was sticking out. A letter that would say all the things Orlando feared, causing Orlando to wonder if Viggo ever loved him anyway. He looked over to a framed picture of Orlando and Viggo together on the wall.

“If you do find this, Orli, I’m sorry. I never wanted to hurt you. But this is for your own good. I don’t know what Karl may do later if I don’t do this now.” he said under his breath. Eric sighed, looked at the letter one last time and left.

He walked back into the living room, Orlando was sitting sideways on the floor separating paint brushes.

“Need anything else.” Eric asked nervously, although Orlando again failed to notice how shaky Eric's voice was.

Orlando stood up, “No, everything is in now. Thanks for your help.”

“Well I better go before Viggo gets back.” Eric said patting his hands nervously at his sides.

Orlando smiled, “Yea.” His face adorably red with bashfulness, “I’ll walk you out.”

Eric left out the door, he turned back to Orlando, “You said we're friends right, Orli?”

“That I did.” Orlando said holding onto the door.

“You ever need anything, I’m here, I’d never hurt you.” Eric promised.

Orlando smiled uncertainly, he then went and gave Eric a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“I know that, are you okay?” Orlando asked hinting Eric’s dismal approach.

Eric nodded and rubbed Orlando’s cheek, “It’s just good to see you smile.”

“I have no reason not to.” Orlando laughed thinking about Viggo as he did.

Eric pulled away from him, “No you don’t.” He squeezed Orlando’s hand gently, “I’ll see you later, okay?” Orlando nodded and went back in the house when Eric left. Eric stopped at the edge of the yard looking back at the house, whatever respect he had for himself was left behind with the letter.

*~*~*

Eric had just got out the shower when he heard the knocking at the door, he wrapped a towel around him. Before he could get from one step to the next the knocking continued sounding desperate and urgent.

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” he said rushing to the door.

He opened it to Orlando standing there with his bags like life as he knew it was over.

Orlando looked up at him, Eric could barely make out his beautiful eyes through his tears. “Orli, what’s the matter?” Eric asked pulling him in his arms even though he already knew. Even in Eric’s subtle attempt to shield it from him, Orlando still found the letter.

“Can I stay with you?” He looked into Eric’s eyes pleadingly that made a ‘no’ impossible.

“Of course, but what happened?” Eric asked.

Orlando went and sat on the couch. “I left Viggo.”

Eric came to sit next to him putting his arm behind his head, “What, why?”

Orlando held his face in his hands, “He doesn’t love me anymore.”

“Oh c’mon, how could anyone not love you?” he retorted.

“He doesn’t. He loves Karl.” Before Eric could respond, his cell phone ringed from in the kitchen. “Hey, why don’t you go to my room and get some rest, we’ll talk more later.” Orlando nodded and dragged himself upstairs.

Eric went into the kitchen and picked up the ringing phone, he saw it was Karl and peeked around the corner to make sure Orlando was out of earshot.

“Yea.” Eric answered exasperatedly.

“Is he there? I saw him storm out the house leaving Viggo following behind.” Karl didn’t attempt to hide the joy in his his voice.

“Yes he’s here.” Eric said not hiding his annoyance with Karl

“Did you have sex with him yet?” Karl asked eagerly.

“WHAT?! NO!” Eric shouted holding himself back from hanging up in Karl's face.

“Well what are you waiting for?” Karl continued.

“My God, Karl, he just broke up with his boyfriend who he had been dating since he was 18 and in love with even longer. I think he’s a little bit distraught, don’t you?” Eric said peeping around the corner again to make sure Orlando was still nowhere around.

“That’s what make this so perfect!” Karl stated.

“He’s vulnerable right now, he’s not thinking straight. It’s going to practically be rape!” Eric said unable to fathom the idea of doing such a thing to Orlando. Orlando who has never done anything wrong to anyone, who has never done anything but trusted him when everyone said he shouldn't.

“YOU HAVE TO DO WHAT YOU HAVE TO DO TO GET HIM IN THE SACK, ERIC!” Karl said, his voice now domineering, cold, and calculating.

Eric sighed.

“I mean it! I’ll handle the rest, just leave your door unlock. It will after all be what you’ve been waiting for.” Karl said with a hint of humor.

Eric shook his head, “I didn’t want him like this.”

“Well that really doesn’t matter now, either you fuck him or I will.” Karl demanded gravely.

“You’ve already done that.” Eric said lowly.

“No, I will have done that when Viggo catches you on top of him. See you soon.” He laughed and all Eric now heard was silence.

Eric out his phone down on the counter. He went to the door, he hesitated and sighed before he unlocked it and proceeded upstairs.

Orlando was bawled up across Eric’s bed. Eric came and sat next him. He slowly ran his hand across the bed until it reached Orlando’s hips, he continued moving upward, under his shirt, he began sliding it up and down Orlando’s back. “Orli you wanna talk.” Orlando shook his head.

Eric removed his hand. “Then why don’t you let me make you feel better.” He reached around to unfasten his belt.

“Eric don’t.” He begged. “You can’t make me feel better.”

Eric leaned against his ear, “Then let me help you forget, even if it’s for a moment, c’mon, baby.”

He stood up letting the towel drop to the floor, he got on the bed and turned Orlando over, he pulled down his pants. “Eric I can’t. Please.”

Eric brought his fingers to Orlando's lips, “Shhh...I’m going to make you feel good.”

He pulled Orlando’s pants off along with his briefs, Orlando looked up at him his tears still streaming down his face. Eric wiped them away. He knew Orlando didn’t want this but what choice did he have? Karl wanted Viggo, and Eric didn’t want Orlando to get caught in the crossfire.

He took Orlando’s cock in his hand, Orlando hitched a moan, Eric leaned down and started letting his tongue slide up and down Orlando’s shaft. He put Orlando’s legs around his neck as he took Orlando’s cock in his mouth. He began deep throating him, making Orlando unwittingly succumb to the sensation. Eric gripped his hips, continuing the slide his mouth. Orlando whimpered, running his hand through Eric’s hair as he began to fill his mouth with his seed. Orlando let his legs fall limply to the side, Eric got on top of him, pulling his shirt off, “Eric...I don’t think I can do this.” Orlando protested but continued to moan softly.

Eric kissed him sweetly on the lips, “Yes you can.” Eric began kissing his way down his neck. He reached in his drawer beside the bed and pulled out some cream. He dipped two fingers in it and inserted them in Orlando, he shivered at the contact.

Eric removed them, replacing them with his dick.

“Ahhh.” Orlando cried, one because Eric felt so good going inside him and two because this wasn’t Viggo.

Orlando was now in over his head, Eric’s body felt so good that he couldn’t stand it. His cock brushed against Eric stomach while Eric was sliding his hands all over Orlando’s body. Eric kissed him. Orlando responded with little emotion as Eric rocked into him, holding Orlando's hands above his head.

Eric was on his knees upright in the bed as he rocked his hips. Orlando closed his eyes letting himself get lost in the haze of passion. Moments later he fluttered his eyes, “V.i.g.g.o...” Eric turned to see why his face turned to shock and he saw Viggo and Karl standing in the door way, Viggo's shocked expression ripped a hole through Orlando. Eric rolled off Orlando who struggled to wrap the sheet around him. He ran after Viggo nearly knocking karl over in the process.

Karl looked at Eric and winked. “Good job.” He smirked. Eric combed his fingers through his hair sitting on the edge of his bed, feeling disgusted with himself. Karl turned and went back downstairs. Eric got up, pulled on some boxers, and followed Karl. They both stepped on the porch.

They watched as the pieces of Orlando and Viggo’s relationship shattered in the front yard. “Finally I win.” Karl mumble with a wry smile on his face.

Eric turned to him. “You’re delusional, Karl, you haven’t won anything.” He took one last look at what he and Karl had done as he watched Viggo push Orlando down on the ground. Eric shook his head went back in the house.

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END FLASHBACK

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Eric lowered his eyes waiting for the outburst from Viggo but Viggo remained silent. Eric walked to Orlando he gave him a kiss on his forehead.

“Please tell him I’m sorry.” Eric said to Viggo, understanding if he didn't. Eric then focused his eyes intensely on Viggo, “And I’m also telling you, I’m sorry. He never betrayed you and he never would have if...” he paused, “I just hope one day both of you can forgive me.”

Viggo slowly nodded and Eric left, patting Sean on the shoulder as he did.

Viggo watched Eric leave, he then felt movement against his hand, he looked down at his hand and saw Orlando’s finger rubbing against his. He looked over to Orlando. Orlando was slowly opening his eyes, everything was blurry to him but he could make out Viggo from a million miles away. He gave him a smile that brought tears to Viggo eyes, “Viggo.” he said weakly.

Viggo stood up over him, “Orli...” he responded feeling like he was dreaming. He began to flower Orlando with kisses.

Orlando was happy and confused at the same time, “Are you still mad at me?” Orlando breathed out.

Viggo’s heart was doing pitter-patter in his chest, “Do I look mad at you?” Viggo asked so happy to see his beautiful eyes finally staring back at him.

Orlando grinned until his cheek bones rose, even though it felt like his face was cracking as he did. He looked around the white room and over at the many flowers and cards, and up at his IV. “

What happened, Viggo? Why am I here?” Orlando asked, then he looked past Viggo, “Beanie.”

Sean walked closer, “Hey, sweetie.” Sean stroked his curls, “You gave quiet a fright. How are you feeling?”

Orlando stirred, “Like shit.” The three of them laughed, “I’m going to go get the nurse.” Sean said hurrying out the room.

Viggo hugged his face against Orlando’s, “I thought I’d lost you.”

“You can’t get rid of me that easily, you should know that by now.” Orlando teased.

Viggo smiled, “I would never want to.”

“Vig, what am I doing in the hospital?” Orlando asked again.

“You don’t remember anything that happened?” Viggo asked secretly glad he didn’t.

Orlando shook his head.

Viggo didn’t know where to start and before he could the nurse came in.

Viggo moved out the way so the nurse could check on him. He went over to talk to Sean, “He’s going to be okay.” Viggo said, Sean nodded and smiled, so happy himself. Viggo was crying tears of joy before hugging Sean.

The nurse came back to talk to Viggo, “His vitals look good I want to keep him overnight for observation but I expect he will make a speedy recovery.”

Viggo rushed back over to Orlando, “Oh, baby, you’re going to be fine.” Viggo leaned to meet his lips with a passionate kiss.

Orlando felt his heart melt at the kiss.

“Does this mean we’re back together.” Orlando asked hopefully.

Both Viggo and Sean laughed and nodded, "YES!" They said simultaneously.

Orlando looked from Viggo to Sean and back to Viggo, “What about Karl?” He asked still oblivious to what had occurred.

Viggo and Sean exchanged looks and Viggo turned back to Orlando, “We have a lot to talk about.”

*~*~*

Orlando was sitting up in bed as Viggo catered to him hand and foot. Viggo came back in the room with a tray of potatoes, chicken, and orange juice.

“Must you continue to bring me stuff that looks like hospital food?” Orlando asked playfully.

Viggo sat the tray next to him on the bed and put the orange juice on the nightstand, “You need to keep up you strength.”

“I guess.” Orlando said sitting back, “Now will you finish telling me more of the story?”

Viggo sat next to him as Orlando listened to more of Viggo’s recap of everything from what Eric told him to what him and Sean saw after they bursted down the door with Karl.

“When I saw what he was doing to you, it was like I lost all control of my actions. I didn’t know I had that kind of strength until I saw him hurting you. If Beanie hadn’t pulled me off of him and the cops hadn’t came and. I would have killed him.”

Orlando took Viggo’s arm, tugging it, “But you saved me. And if Beanie hadn’t told you about the letter...” he sighed thinking of the worst possible outcome. “I’m fine, Vig.”

“Viggo leaned over to kiss him, I’m so sorry. So I will give you this one...Go ahead, say it... Say I told you so.” Viggo said recalling all the times Orlando warned him about Karl.

Orlando shook his head, “I won’t say that...But I told you so.” They laughed. “So what’s going to happen to Karl?” Orlando asked.

Viggo wrapped his arm around Orlando tightly, fearing if he were to let him go, he would lose him again. “He needs a lot of help, I just hope he gets it before they let him out. I hate I never saw that. Can you ever forgive me?” Viggo asked sweetly kissing Orlando on the forehead.

Orlando smiled and held Viggo’s hand, “There’s nothing to forgive, silly, I should have trusted you. I just thought I was doing you a favor.” Orlando said sincerely.

Viggo brushed his forehead against Orlando’s. “Can you do me one more favor?”

“Anything.” Orlando assured.

“Don’t do me anymore favors.”

Orlando giggled, “Deal.” Orlando took Viggo’s hand, “Now let's make up for lost time.”

Viggo jerked his head back in shock, “You just got out the hospital!” Viggo warned.

“And I’m going to have a relapse if I don’t have you inside me soon. C’mon I’ll race you under the covers.” Orlando pushed his tray to the side, and slid under the sheets. Viggo laughed and slowly stood up. Orlando stared up at Viggo lovingly as he removed his clothes and climbed in bed with him.

Orlando wrapped his arms around Viggo neck, Viggo wrapped his arms around Orlando’s waist and pulled him tight against him so their bodies where almost complete with each other.

Orlando slid his hands slowly down the side of Viggo’s face, “So this is it. After all these years, it’s finally over. I finally win your heart.”

Orlando said overjoyed and looking into Viggo's eyes. Viggo looked back into Orlando's eyes and looked at him in disbelief of what he was saying.

“Orli,” Viggo said taking Orlando’s hand and holding it against his chest so he could feel the rhythm of the beat, “You’ve always had my heart.”

Orlando let tears stream down his face. Viggo brushed them away. They met each other’s lips with a romantic kiss and pulled the sheet over their heads, loosing themselves in each other’s arms forever.

~The End~