vigorli

Author: zebraljb
Rating: Perhaps NC17, but mostly R for language
Disclaimer: Orlando's hanging on my wall, looking at me with adoration and lust...but I really know nothing about his likes, dislikes or sexuality.

MY CONFESSION
Three

“Get you a drink, Bean?” Billy clapped him on the back.

“Beer’s fine,” Sean said vaguely, eyes on the door. Billy nodded and went to the large kitchen.

“He probably won’t come, you know,” Elijah said, placing a hand on Sean’s shoulder.

“He looked old,” Sean said suddenly. “In his eyes. There was something…worn down.”

“Don’t take his side, Beanie,” Elijah said savagely. “He’s a selfish git who doesn’t deserve your compassion.”

“Been hanging around those two, have you?” Sean nodded to Billy and Dom, who were currently fighting to get a cork from a bottle of wine. “Talking Brit and all.”

Elijah ignored the teasing remark. “Orli’s gone, Bean. All that’s left now is “Orlando” walking around in Orli’s body.”

“You’ve given up on him, then?”

“He’s given up on us, Sean.” Elijah’s large eyes were sad as he turned to sit by Viggo on the sofa. “Astin sends his love,” Elijah called out to Billy and Dom. “Christine’s due any day now…he couldn’t make the trip.”

“What’s this now? Four kids?” Billy handed Sean his beer.

“Yeah…but they know this one’s a boy, finally,” Elijah said with a fond smile. “I bet he turns that house on its ear.”

“Definitely,” Sean agreed, holding up his beer in a silent toast to the expecting couple.

“So…what’s for dinner?” Viggo asked, speaking up for the first time. “You two didn’t cook, did you?”

“That was AGES ago, Vig. I’m much better now,” Billy said quickly.

“Besides, it wasn’t THAT bad,” Dom added loyally.

Sean snorted. “You almost burned Viggo’s house down.”

“Not to mention almost burning his hair off,” Elijah added.

Dom shrugged. “Water under the bridge.”

“To YOU, maybe,” Viggo said, reaching up to pat at his hair. “I like it where it is.”

“Anyway, the caterer’s setting up now in the dining room.” Dom pointed down a hall. “God…dining room. Never thought I’d have a whole suite with a DINING ROOM.”

“And you’ll have much more, once someone buys the screenplay and makes it into an award winning movie,” Viggo said, holding up his glass of wine.

“Let’s just hope it gets bought first,” Billy said nervously. “No use counting chickens and all that.”

“Speaking of chickens, I’m starving. I’ll check on dinner.” Dom darted down the hallway.

“He’s scared to death, isn’t he?” Elijah asked Billy, who nodded.

“Off his arse. We both are.”

“Well, you two were fairly good actors. You can always fall back on that,” Sean teased.

“Oi! Better than fairly good,” Billy protested.

“Dinner is served, gentlemen,” Dominic said, returning to the room and bowing.

“Idiot,” Elijah said affectionately, rubbing at Dom’s hair as he walked by.

The men filed into the dining room, bringing their drinks with them. Viggo put his glass on the table. “Forgot to wash my hands. Bathroom?”

“Off the kitchen to the left,” Dom said. “This place has three of them, believe it or not.”

“With phones,” Billy added.

“If either of you ever call me from the loo, I’ll kill you,” Sean promised.

“Okay,” Billy said, grinning from ear to ear. It was obvious that he was waiting to find a time to do just that.

“You guys can go ahead and start without me,” Viggo said, looking at the steaming food on the table. “Looks too good to wait.”

“Better hurry. We’re hungry,” Elijah said, whipping his napkin open and dropping it onto his lap.

“Pigs,” Viggo said, shaking his head. He went to the bathroom and washed his hands. As he passed back through the main room of the suite, the doorbell rang. “I’ll get that,” he called towards the dining room.

Orlando’s day was the longest he could remember, even longer than the days and nights filming at Helm’s Deep. He went to a few script meetings after lunch, and then had nothing planned all day. His agent called, but he didn’t answer, recognizing her number on his phone. He wanted to be left alone, to think about things.

He tried not to think about Viggo, but that was virtually impossible. As if the Entertainment Tonight interview wasn’t bad enough, the calls from Elijah and Bean had brought Viggo to the forefront of his mind. Orlando wondered if he’d ever be able to see or talk to one of the Fellowship without immediately thinking of Viggo. Maybe that was why he had avoided everyone. He knew that they felt he was to blame for the “break-up,” though Viggo had agreed to it. Viggo had understood. Hadn’t he?

Orlando walked through the town in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, wearing a floppy hat that covered his face. No one bothered him, and it was a nice change. Natives of the city were used to celebrities walking their streets, and he made sure to stay away from the more touristy areas. He tried to keep his mind on other things, but he kept coming back to the fact that members of his old group of friends were probably together, at that very moment, having a wonderful time, and here he was, strolling around on his own. Would they welcome him if he knocked on the door? Probably not. Elijah had made it perfectly clear that he, at least, thought Orlando was a Class A Asshole…which didn’t put Elijah high on Orlando’s list, either.

Orlando was debating on what to do when he realized he was standing in front of a hotel. Le Meridien…Dom’s hotel. He took a deep breath and went to the door. The doorman swung it open with a respectful good evening. Orlando made sure to nod and smile at the man. He wasn’t an asshole.

He stopped at the front desk, gave his name, and asked for Dom’s room number. He smiled slightly when he heard that Dom was in one of the suites. “May I call up to announce you, Mr. Bloom?” The clerk asked.

“Uh, no, thank you,” Orlando said quickly, imagining how quickly Elijah would lock and bar the door. “It’s a surprise. Thank you, though.”

He went to the elevator and got in. Thankfully the car was empty, save himself. He argued with himself the entire ride up, trying to talk himself out of the idea. It was crazy. They hated him, obviously. But Orlando wanted to be there. He wanted to be part of a family again. Bean had been right. He was missing out on something big.

Orlando took a deep breath as the elevator opened into the lobby outside the penthouse. He paused, trying to keep his hand from shaking as he pushed the doorbell. He bit his lip and stared at his feet as he waited.

Viggo looked through the peephole, but could only see the top of a large hat. He opened the door cautiously. The hat tipped up and Viggo’s eyes widened as he looked into the familiar face. “H-hello, Orlando.”

Electricity shot through every inch of Orlando’s body as he saw Viggo on the other side of the door. Orlando swallowed, a lump the size of South America making the process quite difficult. Viggo’s beautiful blue eyes widened at the sight of him, and Orlando was calmed ever-so-slightly by the stammer in Viggo’s voice.

“Viggo. Hello. How’ve you been? Bean invited me,” Orlando added, realizing he was babbling. “I should go.”

“No, come in. I know Billy and Dom will be excited that you’re here.” Viggo stepped aside and let him in.

Orlando slowly entered the suite, smiling at its opulence. “Viggo, who…” Billy’s eyes grew huge as he stopped for a second. “Orli!” He yelled, running and jumping on Orlando. “God, mate, you made it. We didn’t think…” Billy interrupted himself and gave Orlando a huge hug. Dom ran down the hall with a yell, and also jumped onto Orlando.

Orlando laughed as he welcomed the embraces, looking over Dom’s shoulder at Viggo, who leaned against the door with an easy grace. He looked older than he had on the television, with crinkles at his eyes and around his mouth. His body was still muscular and toned, however, and his hair did not seem any greyer than the last time Orlando had seen him. He was still one of the only things on the planet that could make Orlando’s heart skip a beat.

I’m on my knees confessing…that I feel myself surrender each time I see your face…I am staggered by your beauty, your unassuming grace…and I feel my heart is turning, falling into place…I can’t hide, now hear my confession…