vigorli

Author: zebraljb
Rating: G to R
Disclaimer: Use of these guys is with love, but I don't know them.

THE CURSE
Seven

Orlando jumped at a light tug of his wig. “How’d it go last night?” Elijah plopped himself on Orlando’s lap.

“How did WHAT go?” Orlando asked innocently. He looked over at where Viggo was wrestling with Billy and Dom and smiled.

“You KNOW. With Viggo.”

“It went fine. It was…nice. We talked.”

“You TALKED,” Elijah repeated. “Orlando, talking isn’t gonna help the movie.”

“I know,” Orlando said, frowning. “I can’t just JUMP him.”

“Sure you can,” Elijah said cheerfully. “I will, if you want me to.”

“NO,” Orlando said quickly. “I’ll do it.”

“Kill me now.” Orlando stumbled into the trailer he shared with Viggo and Sean Bean, barely able to stand upright.

“What happened?” Viggo tried to turn his head, but his makeup artist quickly turned it back.

“My back,” Orlando groaned. “Is it okay if I just sit on the floor? Sitting straight up in a chair would kill me,” he told his makeup lady. She nodded and he plopped onto the floor.

“Can you take something for it?” She asked politely.

“Nothing works,” Orlando replied. “Hurry if you can, okay?”

She nodded and quickly went to work. Orlando focused on the muscles of Viggo’s calves as he sat on the floor. He didn’t think about Viggo, the curse, Elijah. He simply concentrated on overcoming the pain.

“You’re done,” Viggo’s makeup artist said.

“You, too,” Orlando’s said as well. They packed up and left. With a groan, Orlando crawled to the tiny cot in the corner. He sighed blissfully as he lay down on his stomach.

“Poor baby,” Viggo said sympathetically. “Want a massage?”

“Thanks but they never work,” Orlando said. “I just have to lay here and die for the next four or five hours.”

“Let me try,” Viggo said in a soothing tone. He straddled Orlando’s back and gently sat on his backside.

“Viggo, thanks, but…mmmph.” A sigh of contentment left his mouth before he knew what was happening. Viggo’s hands were hitting exactly the right spot. “Oh, Vig, God…”

“My wife has a bad back, too,” Viggo said. “I studied with a professional massage therapist for a while to learn to help her.”

“Wife?” Orlando arched back up to look at Viggo and groaned again. “Bloody hell.” Orlando hadn’t even thought that Viggo might be married. He had a son, didn’t he? Viggo didn’t wear a wedding band, but that didn’t really mean anything.

“I’m sorry,” Viggo said. “I meant ex-wife.”

“What happened, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“We just wanted different things.” Viggo paused to work extra hard at a knot of muscle. “She’s a musician. A LOUD musician.”

Orlando chuckled, then groaned. “Oh, GOD.”

“Am I interrupting something?” A British voice asked.

“You wish,” Orlando mumbled.

Sean Bean came over and knelt in front of Orlando. He rubbed at Orlando’s Mohawk. “What’s wrong with our pretty little elf, Vig?”

“His back is bothering him,” Viggo said. “These elves are so fragile, ya know.”

“Am not,” Orlando said, too comfortable to get up and fight about it.

“Poor baby.” Sean rubbed Orlando’s head again and went to change.

Viggo leaned forward to work on Orlando’s shoulders. “I was wondering if you wanted to come over tonight for a beer or something.”

“Me?” Orlando whispered. He felt Viggo’s low chuckle.

“Yes, you, you stupid elf.”

“Uh, yeah, that’d be nice. As long as I don’t have to run, stand, shoot a bow, or fight anyone.”

“You wouldn’t fight me,” Viggo teased, giving one last squeeze to Orlando’s shoulder.

Orlando stood in front of his closet for twenty minutes, trying to decide what to wear. He loved his gauzy, practically see-through white shirt, but that made him look cheap. He didn’t want to dress up too much, because he’d simply look foolish. He finally decided on a black t-shirt and jeans. The t-shirt was tight, but not TOO tight. He slipped on his sandals, grabbed his keys, and was out the door before he could change his mind.

He shivered in the cool evening air, realizing that he had forgotten to grab a jacket. His feet weren’t cold, but his arms were. He ran from the car to Viggo’s door, stopping to catch his breath before knocking. Viggo opened the door immediately.

“Waiting for me, were ya?” Orlando teased.

“I happened to be walking by,” Viggo said haughtily, stepping aside so Orlando could come in.
Orlando sniffed. “You’re cooking? I already ate.”

“Some snacks,” Viggo said. “Garlic toast and some sauce.”

Orlando looked at the wooden spoon in Viggo’s hand. “So you were “walking by” from the kitchen to…”

“The bathroom, nosy,” Viggo said.

Orlando grinned. “You always take a wooden spoon to the bathroom?”

“Keep it up, Elf, and I’ll take this spoon to your ass,” Viggo threatened, waving the spoon around.

“Maybe I’d like it,” Orlando said innocently. Something flamed in Viggo’s eyes.

“Let’s eat,” he said.

Orlando followed Viggo into the tiny kitchen. He sat at the small table while Viggo got everything together. He tried not to look at Viggo’s ass in the black sweatpants he wore, but he couldn’t help it. Viggo handed him a small plate.

“Thanks, Vig, you didn’t have to do this.” Orlando started to spoon some of the red sauce onto his plate, then froze.

“It doesn’t have meat in it,” Viggo said before he could ask.

“Thanks,” Orlando said, blushing a bit.

“So…” Viggo said, waiting for Orlando to finish serving himself. “Elijah and Dom…they’re fucking?”

Orlando choked on his bread. “What?”

“You heard me.” Viggo rested his chin in his hand and smiled pleasantly. “I have no problem with it. I just was wondering.”

“Well, see, yeah, but…”

“And then I walked in on Billy and Dom kissing, so I got a bit confused.”

“Oh, well, yeah, I didn’t know that, but, um…” Orlando closed his eyes for a moment. “Dom and ‘Lij was just a beginning of the shoot kinda thing, ya know?” He desperately hoped Viggo DID know.

Viggo got up and opened two bottles of beer. After handing one to Orlando, he said, “Yeah, I get it.”

“Good.” Satisfied that they were on the same page, Orlando started wondering how they could move this thing along.

“Let’s go into the living room,” Viggo said suddenly. “More comfortable.”

“Okay.” Orlando grabbed his plate and Viggo’s, his beer, and Viggo’s beer. Viggo took the bread and sauce. After setting up everything on the low coffee table, Viggo sat on the sofa. Orlando sat next to him. He handed Viggo his beer.

“This is your first big picture, huh?” Viggo asked.

“Yeah. I want to do well. I want everything to be perfect.” Orlando looked at Viggo, who set his plate and beer down on the table.

“I think you’re pretty perfect already,” Viggo said softly. Orlando set his food down as well.

“Really?” Orlando looked out from under his long lashes.

Viggo laughed. “No need to be coy with me, Orlando. You have me hook, line and sinker. You have for days now.”

“Really?” Orlando said again, this time meaning it.

“Yes.” Viggo rested his arm along the back of the sofa, letting his fingers rub along Orlando’s neck. Orlando shivered, and Viggo felt the goosebumps along Orlando’s skin. “How’s your back?”

“Much better,” Orlando said.

“Good.” Viggo leaned towards Orlando, and suddenly he was on his back, Viggo gently rested his body over Orlando’s. “This okay?”

“God, yes,” Orlando barely breathed before Viggo kissed him. He moaned, running his fingers up through Viggo’s hair.

“Good,” Viggo said again, his lips finding Orlando’s earlobe. Orlando gasped and arched up. “Have to remember that spot,” Viggo said, and Orlando could hear the smile in his voice.

“I’m so glad you want this, too,” Orlando said. “I was afraid.”

“You never have to be afraid of me,” Viggo said, pulling back to look him in the eye. “I’d never hurt you.”

“I thought this would be hard, but you’re…amazing,” Orlando said. He touched Viggo’s cheek. “I’ve learned to care about you, so this makes it so much easier. If you don’t feel the same, I understand, and we’ll just do it, but I wanted you to know how I feel.”

Viggo, who had started to return to Orlando’s neck and ear, froze. “What?”

“Well, I know it’s for the good of the movie and all, but I just…it means more now.”

Viggo sat up, adjusting himself. He shook his head. “Orlando, what the HELL are you talking about?”

“The curse,” Orlando said, starting to get worried. “Remember how you talked about Dom and Elijah? They were trying to break the curse.”

“WHAT curse?” Viggo said, and it was obvious he was trying to keep his temper.

“The one that will ruin the shoot if you don’t break it.” Orlando was starting to get embarrassed. “Elijah said you have to sleep with…” Orlando faded off as Viggo’s face turned red. He had never seen Viggo angry.

“Elijah told you that? THAT’S why you’re here?”

“No! That’s what I was saying. I really like you, Vig.”

“But you were willing to just sleep with me because of what ELIJAH said.” Viggo ran a hand through his hair. “God, Orlando, how naïve can you be?”

“I’m sorry, Viggo, I thought…”

“Leave, Orli, please,” Viggo said, walking out of the room.

Orlando got up and left, realizing that for the first time, Viggo had called him Orli.