Opening Doors

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Title- Opening Doors 2/3 (previously untitled)

Author- Elvish Lady

Rating- PG-13

Beta- The lovely tularia please remember all mistakes are my own and in no way hers.

Pairing- VigOrli

Summery- Orlando has had enough of unhappiness, lies, and open doors.

Disclaimer- I don’t own these boys. I just play with them. Believe me, if I did, you would know it because their PDAs would be much more often so there would be no doubt in your mind that they were together.

Author’s Note- this is one of three song fics based on three songs from Panic at the Disco. This one is based off the song- ‘I Write Sins Not Tragedies.’ Please note, I am NOT nice to Kate in this fic.

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Viggo paced the floor beside the pews in the church were Orlando would be getting married in a few short hours; the cold of the mid-winter snow that lay just outside the window to the side of him seemed to seep into the very marrow of his bones like the touch of an ice witch. He couldn’t believe that he was actually marrying Kate. When he and Orlando had parted ways when filming ended he couldn’t have imagined that it would send the young man into the arms of the young woman.

Of course Kate was the only thing holding Viggo back from going to Orlando and begging the man to take him back. Sean and a few others could tell you what he was like when he had figured out the he had loved Orlando, but not able to do anything about it because of the young actress that occupied Orlando’s life.

He paused as he heard an exchanging of words coming from the room that held most of the food from the wedding. “What a BEAUTIFUL wedding! The orange and red roses are lovely with the cake and there are supposed to be doves released when they leave the church.” Cried Keira, who Orlando had convinced Kate to be a bridesmaid, to a waiter. Her hideous sea foam taffeta dress with a huge Pepto Bismol rose hanging by her right shoulder strap rustled noisily as she shifted in her chair, raising a glass of what looked like white wine. “Yes; what a beautiful wedding. And yes, but what a shame,” She took a drink out of her glass before continuing in a low conspiring sort of voice. “What a shame, the poor groom's bride is a whore."

Viggo cringed at the picture that Keira painted for the waiter and desperately wanted chime in with ‘Haven’t you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!’ but yet knew it was better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality. Even though the statement was correct, he didn’t think that this was the time to address it.

He walked towards the dressing rooms that had been given to the wedding party in hopes of finding Orlando before the ceremony to give him his best, even though what he really wanted to do was take the brown haired beauty into his arms and never let go.

He slipped into the room where Orlando was looking at himself in the mirror, tugging on the jacket of his stark white tuxedo making faces at himself. Viggo slipped in behind him and he jumped, knocking into him and almost sending both of them to the ground.

“Crap! I’m sorry!” Orlando blurted out as he clambered to his feet and held a hand out to Viggo.

As soon as they were both on their feet Orlando started to brush off the dirt that had somehow accumulated to the knees of his pants in the few seconds he was on the floor. “Damn it! Kate is going to kill me!” he muttered as he struck at the cloth.

“Here,” Viggo said kindly as he grabbed a lint brush off the short table and knelt to help Orlando with his task.

“Viggo, you really don’t have to do that.” Orlando said as he tried to take the brush from the other man.

“It’s alright. Besides, I’m done.” Viggo said as he stood and regarded the younger man with a tight smile and eyes that conveyed pain and loss while trying to be happy.

“What are you doing here? Sean told me that you were not going to be able to attend the ceremony.” Orlando said with a quiet, inquisitive voice.

“I was able to clear the day. I thought it was the least I could do. We are still friends are we not?” Viggo asked.

“Of course we are! I’m sorry, today has me a little off center.” Orlando laughed stiffly.

“Well, I was nervous when I married Exene as well. A little off is normal. As long as you don’t shove the cake in her face and smear it in, I think you’ll do fine.” Viggo said trying to make light of the situation.

“I wouldn’t dare.” Orlando said horrified. “I think Kate’s mother would kill me and then Kate would bring me back just to do it again if I did anything to ruin her ‘special day,’ not to mention ruin her truly outrageous Vera Wang dress.”

Orlando was the first to grow quiet as they both laughed at the picture of Kate killing him.

“Are you ok?” Viggo asked. He may not have been able to call himself Orlando’s lover (though he desperately wished he could) he would call himself his friend.

Orlando looked at Viggo for a moment before a smile that churned Viggo's stomach split his face. Viggo knew that smile. It was the fake smile all actors and actresses owned. “Yeah! It’s my wedding day!” he said a little too brightly.

Viggo smiled back hoping it looked real as Orlando clapped Viggo on the back. “Look, I’ve got to go and check on some stuff before we get started ok? You enjoy the ceremony.” Orlando said as he started for the door. He turned back and looked Viggo in the eye. “Hey, Vig? Thank you for being here.”

“Any time. Besides, what are friends for?” Viggo asked, his chest constricting as he looked into the chocolate orbs.

Orlando smiled and left the room headed for the chapel. Viggo sighed before following him, hoping to be able to be with his love for a while longer before he was to be married.

Orlando passed an open door, and turned when he heard a moan from the room.

“Josh…. Ohhh… Stop… More… I can’t…” a high female voice said. Orlando's face darkened and stalked into the room.

Viggo came in after him and watched as Orlando stopped dead as they saw Kate sitting on the couch of the changing room half laying down, her skirt halfway up her bone thin thighs exposing the garter, as Josh Duhamel lay halfway over her devouring her neck. Neither one noticed the two observers as they became more and more involved.

“Orlando, come on, let’s go.” Viggo said softly pulling on the man’s arm as he desperately tried to stop from screaming ‘Haven’t you people ever heard of closing the Goddamn door?!’ but he knew it was better to face this with a sense of poise and rationality.

“No!” Orlando said loudly and the two lovers jumped away from each other.

“Orlando! What are you doing here?” Kate asked as she stood up, smoothed down her dress and came over to Orlando.

Orlando held her out to arms length as he demanded, “What is going on here?”

“It’s not what you think.” Kate said and gave him an almost demeaning smile. “Besides, you know it’s, like, totally bad luck to see the bride before the wedding!”

Viggo clenched his teeth as he tried to refrain from punching the bitch and Orlando snorted. “Well look at it this way, my love! I mean technically our marriage is saved!” He said as he reached over to the champagne sitting in the bucket behind the couch and snagged four of the five glasses sitting there.

He poured the sweet liquid into the flutes, practically throwing them at Kate and Josh, and handed Viggo the other glass. “This calls for a toast, so pour the champagne!” he yells as he raised his flute, sloshing the liquor over the top as he did.

“Orlando, sweetie, calm down. Like I said, it’s not what it looks like. Josh was wishing me good luck!” Kate gasped desperately as she set down her glass and began to stand.

“I know what it is, my love. You have been doing it for years. Now if you will excuse me.” Orlando growled, then gulped down the champagne, dramatically threw the goblet into the lit fireplace causing Kate to shriek in terror and confusion as the fire flared and engulfed the broken glass, snagged the bottle from its abandoned place on the table and turned on his heel. “I am sure there are things that need to be done.”

Viggo shook his head as Kate simpered and Josh tried to comfort her, placed the glass on the side table and followed after Orlando.

He found Orlando in a room to the side of the sanctuary, sitting on the hardwood floor, his legs bent, with the bottle of champagne in his hand, drinking straight from the bottle. He walked over to his once lover and longtime friend and sat next to him. Orlando looked at him strangely for a moment before offering the decanter to him.

Viggo shook his head at it and Orlando shrugged before taking another swig from it and placing it on the floor between his feet.

“Are you ok?” Viggo asked, not knowing if it was the right thing to ask at the moment, but knowing he couldn’t stand the pain the other man was obviously feeling.

“Actually…. I feel better at this moment then I have in the past five years.” Orlando stated confidently as he dropped his head to lie on the crossed arms resting on his knees.

“I’m so sorry that you had to find out today of all days. I wish I could have done something.” Viggo whispered, placing a supportive hand on Orlando's shoulder.

“I did know. I have known for years that Kate liked to sleep around. I just turned a blind eye to it.” Orlando whispered back, almost shamefaced. Viggo looked at the young man in shock. Why in the world had Orlando done such a thing?

Orlando shifted his gaze to Viggo and sighed at his expression. “I needed something. I was so lost after LOTR wrapped, that I just let Robyn shove me where ever she wanted and into what she thought was best. Unfortunately I lost myself in the process.”

“Why didn’t you ask any of us for help?” Viggo asked, incredulous to Orlando's experience.

“I didn’t think I needed to. I was a success, and at the time that was what I wanted. After a while, however, Sean and I saw each other, and he told me I looked miserable, and so did Dom and Billy. At that point I suspected that Kate was sleeping with other people, but really didn’t care.” Orlando explained, with a far away look in his eyes. “There were things that I wanted that I knew I couldn’t have. I tried to talk to someone about it, but Johnny just told me to go after the thing I wanted, Sean told me I could either leave her, or I could stay with her and try and make it work. I tried to talk to her, and I thought it worked… obviously not. And Robyn told me to basically suck it up and go on. I thought that if Kate and I got married that it would all stop. I was wrong and I can’t do it any more.”

Viggo hugged Orlando with the huge bear hug he used to give Henry when he was little, but hated now he was an ‘adult’. Orlando seemed to melt into him as Viggo poured all the comfort and support that he could into the embrace. “I’m so sorry, Orlando. I should have been there. I know I’ve been distant since we left New Zealand, but I really didn’t want to make anything harder on you. I haven’t been the best of friends have I?”

“We agreed Viggo. We agreed that it was just an onset thing. There wasn’t any attachment. We both didn’t need that with the way that our careers took off when we left.”

“Do you believe that, Orli? Do you feel that it was nothing? If you think that tell me now and I’ll not say anything else about it and we will go on with life.” Viggo said, desperately pleading with whatever deity was listening that Orlando felt anything for him. “but if you don’t, please tell me. I know you’ve been hurt and you don’t need to deal with this now, but I want to tell you that when we left New Zealand I didn’t want it to end.” Viggo said into Orlando's hair, tightening his grip on the man like he would disappear.

“What are you saying? That you wanted to continue our relationship after we left?” Orlando stated pulling away from Viggo to look him in the face, a perplexed look on his face, as if he couldn’t understand what Viggo was saying.

“I love you Orli. I always have. Probably since you jumped me the first time we met.” Viggo said, closing his eyes to the inevitable tirade that was to be hurtled in his direction.

Orlando stared at Viggo for a moment before clobbering him with a hug, covering half of Viggo's mouth in a sloppy kiss.

Viggo's eyes snapped open as his immediate person was covered from head to knee in Orlando. His mouth dropped in shock as he realized that instead of being yelled at, he was being kissed. Orlando took advantage over his immobility to fix his aim on the other man’s mouth.

“Orli-baby! What are you doing?!” came a shriek from the door. The two pulled reluctantly away from each other and turned to find Kate standing with Robyn and Sean standing right behind her. Kate had a look of complete distress on her face while Sean was grinning like an idiot and Robyn had her lips set in a thin hard line of disapproval.

Orlando started to giggle as he looked at Kate. “Kate, if you don’t know what we were doing, you are even more of an ignoramus than I thought.”

Kate looked at Orlando for a moment, seemingly trying to figure out what he had called her, but then stamped her foot like a three year old having a temper tantrum. “You can’t make fun of me Orlando. I do know when you are insulting me! Like, anyway, you aren’t gay! You have dated me forever! We’re also getting married in, like, ten minutes!”

“Kate, I don’t care what I have and haven’t done. It’s over, I’m done. The wedding is off.”

“You can’t do this to me! You can’t just abandon me!” Kate screamed.

“I’m sure you’ll get over it. Why don’t you go find Josh? I’m sure he would help you.” Orlando said his face set in stone.

Kate cried a screech of indignation and made to come at the couple, but Sean’s hand came from nowhere, wrapping around her bony arm almost double, preventing her from moving. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” He growled at her. She jerked her arm away from his grip and howled as Robyn led her away.

Sean grinned at the two, who were still sitting on the floor, as Orlando settled into Viggo's arms. “So you two finally decided to face what you feel, huh?” he asked as he watched Orlando seem to loose ten years and turn back into the green actor they knew in New Zealand. “Haven’t you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!” he asked and the two smiled self-mockingly.

“Come on.” Orlando said, as he stood. “I have to go tell Mum and Sam that the wedding is off. I’ll have Robyn take care of most of it, but I think that I should at least tell them and some others. It shouldn’t take more than ten or fifteen minutes ok?”

Viggo smiled at Orlando's foresight and stood with him. “that’s fine. I’ll be waiting here with Sean ok?” he kissed him as Orlando nodded and then hurried off to find his mother and sister.

Viggo was quietly talking to Sean and Johnny, who had joined them soon after Orlando had left, when the young man came back, and noticed the grin on his face when he entered the room.

“I hear you called off the wedding.” Johnny said as he embraced Orlando.

“Yes, I hope you don’t mind coming all this way for nothing.” He said, his face never faltering once even though there was remorse in his voice.

“Are you kidding?! I’m glad you aren’t getting married. I could never stand her and what she was doing. I knew you knew, and knew you didn’t want to talk about it. You would have come around eventually. It was your choice to make. Besides, even though I hated the woman, I would have still come for two reasons. To support you, and to see Keira in that LOVELY dress that Catherine designed for her.” He smirked and the others snickered at the thought of Keira and the bridesmaid dress from hell, as it was so lovingly referred to.

“Are you ready to go?” Viggo asked, knowing that the sooner that they left, the easier it would become.

“Hold on.” Orlando said as he hugged Sean and the Johnny. “Thank you for everything you two.”

The two shrugged it off with ‘it was nothing’ and ‘anytime’ comments and Orlando slipped a hand in Viggo's. “Okay, let’s go.”

The four walked out of the room and started for the side entrance down the hall. As they passed Kate’s dressing room again, they saw Keira standing just inside the door, her hands on her sea foam covered hips glairing into the room, her horrid pink flower that used to grace the dress crushed in one of her clenched fists, where guilty-looking Kate and someone blocked from view by Keira were on the couch. “Haven’t you people learned by now to close a goddamn door?!” she asked haughtily.

The four of them looked at each other for a moment before hurrying down the hall, out the side door and outside before busting out into peels of laughter.