FIC: Rosso Luna 9

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Title: Rosso Luna

Author: Bwitched83uk (bwitched83uk@aol.com)

Rating: NC-17 overall.

Pairing: Viggo/Orli

Summary: AU. An artist who has lost his inspiration travels to Rome to find himself again, where he meets a young English man who will help him find his muse.

Disclaimer: This story is complete lies. This never happened. I do not know these men, nor claim to. This is a work of complete fiction for your enjoyment, I make no money from it.

Beta: The betalicious Soar38 *Kisses*

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Feedback: Makes Viggo and Orli horny baby.

"Bugger!" Orlando exclaimed in a harsh whisper as he wrestled with his bag of peanuts. He hated flying, hated it with a passion and why the hell did they have to seal their nuts so tight?

Calmly, Viggo reached over and took Orlando’s peanuts from him. He tore them open with his teeth and handed them back again.

"Thanks." Orlando looked over at Viggo cautiously as he popped a nut into his mouth. "Are you okay? No, of course you’re not okay, I’m sorry, that was stupid."

Viggo smiled weakly and turned to face him. "It’s okay, Orlando, actually, I would prefer it if you would keep my mind off things with your usual senseless chatter." He smiled almost fondly at the younger man who grinned back sheepishly.

"I do tend to babble, don’t I?" He held out his bag of nuts to Viggo who simply shook his head and let out a long, uneasy sigh.

"You didn’t have to come to Denmark with me… but I’m glad you did."

Orlando shrugged his shoulders. "I didn’t want you to have to go through this alone. I mean, I know your brothers will be there and your stepmum, but, I don’t know, I guess I wasn’t ready to say goodbye to you yet."

Viggo nodded and covered Orlando’s hand, which lay on the armrest, with his own.

"How are you going to explain me to them?" Orlando asked, reveling in the warmth of Viggo’s hand.

"You’re my friend," Viggo said simply with a shrug.

Orlando felt a brief twinge of pain go through him. He had hoped that he was a little more than that, now, but, maybe Viggo just meant that he would lie to his family.

"It was nice of your friend to look after Maude for us," Orlando said, wanting to talk about something else.

Viggo nodded and reached over to grab a handful of Orlando’s nuts. "Your baby will be fine. The funeral is the day after tomorrow, so we’ll be back by Saturday."

Orlando turned to look at Viggo, surprised. "You’re coming back to Paris with me? I thought that since your business there is finished you would fly straight from Denmark back to the States."

Viggo started stroking Orlando’s hand tenderly and looked into his eyes. "You postponed your trip home for me," he pointed out. "Besides, I still have some unfinished business." He looked poignantly at Orlando and squeezed his hand, making the younger man smile.

~~~~~~~~~~~

"Viggo," his stepmother called out as he and Orlando stood at the front door. She flung her arms around him, buried her face in his shoulder and cried. Viggo held on to her tightly, looking away at the empty porch swing his father used to sit on.

"Hvordan gå den?" Viggo asked, pulling away from her.

"Ikke også godt," she replied before wiping her tears on the back of her hand and looking over at Orlando for the first time. She forced a smile and held out her hand. "Oh, but we mustn’t speak Danish in front of your friend, it is rude, yes?"

Orlando smiled back at her and instead of shaking her hand he grabbed her in a big hug and said, "I’m so sorry for your loss."

She hugged him back, a little taken back by the gesture and thanked him. "Come in. Your brothers are already here and Christine and Henry."

Viggo froze in the doorway and stared at her. "What? Chris and Henry are here? I, um, I didn’t know they were coming. I called Henry to tell him the news but he never mentioned they were coming out here." Viggo wondered if she could hear the desperation in his voice.

"Chris went to get him from camp. Your mother called her and told her. She thought it was best that she didn’t come to the funeral, I can understand that." Viggo’s stepmother went into the kitchen and Viggo turned to look at Orlando. "I’m so sorry."

Orlando just shook his head. "What do we do? Should I go?"

"No, please, I need you here." Viggo leaned forward and stroked Orlando’s cheek. "I’m not sure I can get through this without you."

Orlando nodded and together they walked into the kitchen.

"Dad," Henry cried out the second the entered the room. The boy flew at his dad and wrapped his arms around him. "I missed you."

Viggo couldn’t help but smile a little. "I missed you too kiddo."

He looked over at Chris, who was sat at the table, nursing a mug of coffee. Slowly, she stood and walked over to him and kissed him on the cheek. "I’m sorry, Viggo," she said sympathetically.

Viggo nodded and thanked her. "This is a surprise, I didn’t know you were both coming."

"Well, I thought you’d want your son here. And Henry needs to say goodbye, too," Chris said before turning to look at Orlando. "Hello."

Orlando licked his lips nervously and smiled shyly. "Hello. I’m Orlando."

Chris looked at him carefully, her face staying serene as she realised exactly who he was to Viggo. "It’s nice to meet you, Orlando."

It was sad that her marriage had turned out the way it had, she felt as though nothing was in her control anymore, so why even bother. It no longer hurt her to think that maybe Viggo had found someone else, at some point they had just both stopped caring.

~~~~~~~~~

It was later that afternoon when Henry found his dad outside on the old porch swing. "Aunt Sarah’s staying with us back in New York."

Viggo turned to look at his son as he sat beside him, just like he used to do with his own dad. "How come?"

Henry shrugged. "She just turned up according to Mom, she wants to help."

Viggo nodded. "It’s good for Chris to have her sister there."

"Yeah, and um, maybe with Aunt Sarah there, she won’t need you anymore," Henry said, looking away, not wanting to look at his dad’s reaction.

"What are you saying?"

"Is Orlando your boyfriend?"

Viggo looked at him, unsure of what to say but adamant that he wouldn’t lie to his son. "I don’t know."

"You laughed earlier today. When Orlando was telling us how you both ended up spending the night in jail," Henry pointed out, studying his dad’s face and seeing a lot less worry lines than he was used to.

"I didn’t laugh about it when it happened, I can tell you."

"You know how I only ever used to eat chocolate ice-cream?"

Viggo’s head whipped round and he stared at Henry with a frown. "What?"

"As a kid, I would only ever eat chocolate ice-cream."

"I remember," Viggo said, unsure of where this was going.

"And it was fine, I liked chocolate ice-cream, all the other flavours had bits in, and I didn’t feel like I was missing out on anything because I didn’t know any better. But then I tried mint-choc-chip and, suddenly, I realised what I had been missing." Henry stopped and looked at Viggo, seeing if it was all sinking in.

"Where are you going with this, other than Ben and Jerry’s?"

"I hadn’t realised how little you laugh, not until I heard you in there." Henry stood up and leaned against the railings. "You need to laugh more, Dad. And Mom needs another crutch, I think she knows that now." With that, Henry went back inside the house and Viggo let his head fall down into his hands.

~~~~~~~~~

Orlando still felt a little uncomfortable being there, with Viggo’s wife and son around. He fell in love with the farm instantly, though, it was so big and lush. He walked around the grounds, looking in at the sheep and cows and smiling as he remembered his own home.

He had left Viggo with his brothers in the attic, going through some of their dad’s possessions. Walking towards the stables, he noticed that Henry was sat on an upturned bucket, looking miserable and defeated.

Orlando knew it wasn’t his place to intrude, but he had never been the sort of person to walk away from someone in pain. "Hey," he tried tentatively.

Henry looked up. "Hey," he said quietly, studying Orlando.

"Mind if I pull up a bucket?" Orlando asked, already reaching for one.

Henry smiled weakly at the joke and nodded.

"So, what other escapades have you and my dad been getting up to? Besides the jail story," Henry asked, trying to make an effort to make conversation.

"I talked him into breaking into my ex boyfriend’s house with me, so that I could get my dog back," Orlando said before suddenly putting his hand over his mouth, realising what he had just implied. "I mean, shit." Ex boyfriend implied that he was gay.

Henry shook his head. "It’s okay, I’ve always known my dad was, whatever. And I know that my mom and dad aren’t really a proper couple, I just didn’t know that they saw other people."

"I don’t think they did. Your dad certainly didn’t. He told me." Orlando shifted uncomfortably on the bucket, wondering if Viggo would hate him for talking to Henry about these things. "Is that why you’re upset? Because of me?"

Henry looked at Orlando and felt sorry for him. It wasn’t his fault his parents were so fucked up. They had been that way long before he turned up. "I don’t remember my granddad."

Orlando frowned. "How can that be? You’re eighteen. Didn’t you come visit him at all?"

Henry sighed and his entire frame seemed to deflate. "Of course I did. It’s just that, I never really took the time to look at him, to smell him, to ask him questions about his life. I have all these memories that he featured in, but none that he starred in, you know?"

Orlando nodded and the two of them were silent for a moment. "My dad died when I was four. I have hardly any memories of him, but I do remember one particular thing. My mother makes the best Sunday lunches, and she always makes extra Yorkshire puddings because my dad used to, after dinner, sit down in his favourite chair and eat them with raspberry jam on. He used to sit me down with him, put on the news and we'd eat them together."

Henry watched Orlando as he talked, the Brit’s eyes were shining. "That’s a nice memory."

Orlando nodded. "Yeah. There must be something you remember about your granddad. Did he have a favourite chair? A favourite possession?"

Henry thought really hard for something, anything that he could hold on to. He suddenly let out a weak laugh as he remembered something. "He used to love ping pong. You know, table tennis? At Christmas, we used to have tournaments and he was always really competitive. One year, he broke Grandma’s china wall plate, of Charles and Diana’s wedding, and he was terrified because he knew she loved it. We sat out in the barn with super glue and tried to fix it. It was just the two of us. I wish we had of done more things, just the two of us. So that I could have more memories that were just ours."

Orlando reached over and put a hand on Henry’s back. "So make sure you never make that mistake again. Try and remember every second you spend with your dad, because I would kill for just one more second with mine."

Henry smiled at Orlando and nodded. "Thanks."

"You’re very welcome."

 

TBC

Comments

[galor5.livejournal.com]

I really enjoyed this chapter! Henry's pretty bright, and I'm glad he wants what is best for his dad. Viggo DOES need to laugh more... life is too short.

[bwitched83uk.livejournal.com]

I couldn't agree more about Viggo needing to smile more.
I'm glad you enjoyed this chapter :)

[blinddreamer.livejournal.com]

Viggo nodded and reached over to grab a handful of Orlando’s nuts.

*giggles far more than I should* Oh, dear. See what you do to me. Ah well, lovely chapter. Love your Henry... and even Chris seems good.

[bwitched83uk.livejournal.com]

*gigles* I had Orli eating nuts and I couldn't resist having Viggo do that. I'm a sucker for a cheap gag :)

[wanderlost.livejournal.com]

I squeed with glee at seeing this update.

He held out his bag of nuts to Viggo hee hee..hee hee, holy shit, I feel like I'm 12...hee hee

"You’re my friend," Viggo said simply with a shrug.
Orlando felt a brief twinge of pain go through him. He had hoped that he was a little more than that Viggo, Viggo, Viggo *shakes head*

Your Henry is wonderful, so wise for his age. I'm glad that he's supporting and encouraging his Dad to continue with Orli.

[bwitched83uk.livejournal.com]

Why thank you dear.
My sense of humour has deevolved into that of a 12 year old boy over the last year or so. I think that's is because that is how long I have been living with a 12 year old boy. We are ban influenses on each other.

Wow...

[obvmluver.livejournal.com]

Okay. I have to tell you that've got me hooked to this story. Keep writing more for I can hardly wait!!!

Re: Wow...

[bwitched83uk.livejournal.com]

thank you, that's very nice of you to say :)