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vigorliTitle: Supposed to be Different
Author: Carol (ambrelin2@yahoo.com)
Rating: R/Mature
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando/ OMC
Archive: Mirrormere, my fic journal. Anywhere else-just let me know
So I can brag
Disclaimer: I don't know, nor own anyone depicted in this story. This
Is fiction, meant to harm no one, for entertainment only. It is a
Creation of my own curved little mind
Warnings: Mention of M/M sex, Self Abuse
Beta: The wonderful namarie120, who gently prods me and gives me the best inspiration.
A/N: This is a continuation of the What If? Universe.
Viggo finished unpacking, putting everything he’d brought along into closets and dressers. He’d had to bring extra with him for Orlando, since he wasn’t going to have time to stop by home before he met Viggo at their home in New Zealand.
‘Home,’ Viggo thought. Seemed like the only time they had peace and didn’t have to worry was when they were here, home in New Zealand. They still had friends in the area, and the locals never bothered them like anywhere else they might go. So they’d bought the house Viggo had stayed in during filming. It was a comforting familiar place.
He’d stopped at the store on the way, also. They hadn’t been there in months, so he knew there wasn’t anything left to eat. And they were planning on staying for a week this time. Viggo didn’t want to need to leave the house once Orlando got home the next day.
Viggo had just finished putting the last of their things away, when he heard the phone ring. Wandering back out to the kitchen, he answered, unsure who would be calling him. He had only let Henry and Sean know exactly where he was, in case anything came up and he was needed.
Several minutes later, he placed the phone back on the cradle, looking and feeling numb, tears starting to trickle down his cheeks. Orlando was tied up, wouldn’t be there like they’d planned. He wouldn’t be there until Friday, and today was only Monday. And he needed to be back on set the next week. Viggo sank to the floor. He’d heard all this before, the apologies, the sadness in Orlando’s voice that mirrored his own. He knew that things happened on set sometimes that couldn’t be helped. But this time was supposed to be different. They’d planned this for over a month.
Finally, realizing that he’d been there for a long time, Viggo pulled himself up from the floor. He was too tired to care about anything except sleep. Wandering through the now-dark house, he dropped his clothes on the floor and collapsed in their bed, asleep as soon as his head hit the pillows.
Awake before dawn, Viggo tried to go back to sleep, ‘no real reason to get up, no one there to get up for,’ he thought. But he finally faced it, there was no way he was going to get back to sleep now. Rising from the tangled bedding, he made his way to the bathroom, showering, then dressing. Wandering into the kitchen, he set the kettle to boil and made tea, sitting at the table and watching the sun rise.
‘Maybe a trip into town, visit old friends, see what anyone is doing. Maybe I’ll find someone that isn’t too busy to have lunch.’
Viggo puttered about the house, making the bed, doing dishes, anything to occupy his time until the rest of the world was awake and active.
By mid-morning, he’d cleaned everything he could find, and was ready to take the short drive into town. Pulling in front of the familiar office building, Viggo found a space to park, and went inside. He stopped at the security desk, asking if Barrie or Mark were in the building. The receptionist checked, letting him know that, yes, Mr. Osborne was indeed in the building. She called up to his office, and then gave Viggo directions on how to find it in the large complex.
Getting out of the elevator, he was greeted at the secretary’s desk by Barrie, who was thrilled to see him.
“Viggo, what are you doing here? Vacation or work? Where’s your other half?” he asked excitedly, hugging Viggo and pulling him into his inner office.
“Nice to see you too, Barrie. I’m fine. I’m in town, just getting away for a few days, thought I’d stop in and say hello.”
“And Orlando? Did he make the trip with you?”
”No, he’s tied up with filming. He’s really busy these days. Seems like he’s got one film starting before the last one has wrapped.”
“Well, he’s a popular young man. So, tell me what’s new with you,” Barrie asked, settling them onto the sofa in the corner of his office.
They sat and talked about what they’d both been up to for what felt like only a few minutes, but was in fact closer to several hours. Finally, the secretary interrupted to let Barrie know that he had an appointment, and there was someone waiting for him. Viggo stood, hugging the other man and promising to keep in touch.
Leaving the building, he decided that since he was alone, maybe he’d just stop at a little bar he’d seen on the drive in to eat. The sign said they served food, anyway. Pulling into the dusty parking lot, he noticed there weren’t that many cars, but since it was past lunchtime now, that wasn’t such a surprise. Entering the dimly lit building, he made his way to a small table in a corner. The waitress greeted him, leaving a menu and going to get the beer he’d asked for.
Sitting there, sipping the cold brew and watching people while he waited for his meal, he noticed a young man alone at the counter, who also seemed to be watching him. ‘Kinda looks like Orlando,’ he thought. As they sat watching each other, Viggo felt the need for someone to talk to, someone to help him take his mind off his loneliness. Viggo nodded, and the man, John, came to sit with him. They talked, ate, drank, until the evening crowd came in. Suggesting that maybe they could go back to the house, Viggo tossed some cash onto the table, and they headed out to Viggo’s waiting car. He hadn’t realized it had gotten dark while he’d been inside, didn’t seem that long. But John was an interesting person to talk with, having lived in the area his whole life, and working odd jobs for the last several years. Time had seemed to fly by.
When they got back to the house, Viggo grabbed a couple of beers and they went to sit on the deck, continuing the varied conversation they had enjoyed earlier. It was nice to have someone talk to, who was interested in what he had to say, Viggo thought, as the evening wore on. A couple of hours, and a lot of beer later, Viggo was no where near sober. And John was looking more and more like Orlando to him.
The combination of too much alcohol, missing Orlando so much, thinking how much like him John seemed, and needing the touch of another person, Viggo leaned across the small space between them and cupped John’s cheek, brushing his lips against the other man’s. Starting to pull back, to see what would happen, John pulled Viggo in for a more thorough kiss, taking control and making it very clear he wanted more. It wasn’t long before they were in the spare bedroom, naked and in bed.
The next morning, John was in the kitchen making tea when he heard the front door open, and bags softly drop in the hall. He turned just in time to see Orlando walk into the room and stop. After a very awkward pause, he started to explain what he was doing there, but Orlando stopped him.
“Where’s Viggo?” he asked in a choked voice.
Looking down, John told him that he was still in bed, probably still asleep. That they’d been drinking, and he was sure that Viggo wasn’t going to feel very well when he woke up.
“Fine. I think you’d better leave now,” Orlando muttered, turning to the hall and Viggo.
John nodded, grabbing his shoes and jacket and heading out the door. Thankfully it was a short walk back to the bar, he thought as he started up the drive to the main road.
Stopping outside their bedroom, Orlando took a deep breath before opening the door, trying to steady his nerves, and wanting to give Viggo a chance to explain what was going on. He just hoped it was a good explanation, because right now Orlando wasn’t sure what he was feeling, other than numb. Not sure he wanted to see what was inside, he turned the handle. But the room was empty, and the bed made. ‘At least he didn’t bring him into our room.’ Turning and going a little further on, he opened the other bedroom, the one that Viggo used for a studio.
The room stank of stale smoke, alcohol, and sex. But there was no sign of Viggo. He could hear sounds in the bathroom, though. So he sat on the end of the bed, waiting for Viggo to come out. But he didn’t come out. And the longer Orlando waited, the more he quit being angry, and became worried. It wasn’t like Viggo to not talk to him. Unless he’d done something more stupid than get drunk and sleep with someone else. Orlando tried to keep his mind off that possibility. It had been a long time since Viggo had done anything to harm himself.
Finally, giving in to his frustrations and worry, he knocked at the door and waited. When there was no answer, he tried the handle, and the door swung open, revealing Viggo, sitting on the floor, bleeding. Grabbing a towel and stooping down, Orlando grabbed the bleeding arm and wrapped the towel around it, pressing to stop the crimson flow. His heart broke, seeing Viggo like this again. But it didn’t surprise him, this was how Viggo seemed to cope when he couldn’t face things. But he knew that he needed to be strong, take care of him. Whatever had brought everything on, he still loved Viggo.
“Baby,” Orlando said softly, lifting the other man’s face and looking into his tear-filled eyes, “what happened?” Orlando asked gently, so as not to upset Viggo more than he already was.
He didn’t need an answer, he knew what happened. But he wanted to get Viggo to talk to him, to say something besides sitting there crying and mute. If he could just get him talking, then they could work this out and make things better again.
Viggo just shook his head, trying to lower it back to his chest and pull away. When that didn’t work, he swallowed around the large lump in his throat. His head was pounding from the after effects of all he’d drunk the night before. He didn’t want to look at Orlando, let him see the guilt in his eyes. He knew what he did was wrong, and how it had to have hurt Orlando. Viggo felt that with everything he’d done last night, and now to have Orlando find him like this, he didn’t know if he could live with the guilt.
“You shouldn’t be here, just leave me this time, Orlando. I’m not worth the time and energy anymore.”
Letting go of Viggo’s arm, Orlando wrapped his arms around Viggo, pulling him close and kissing the top of his head.
“You’re always worth it, love. Just, I’m not sure what happened this time. I got here as fast as I could, like I said, and found a strange man in our kitchen, that you evidently slept with. And then I find you in here, cut up and bleeding again. Why, baby?”
“I don’t know. I don’t really know what happened. I was upset that you weren’t coming like we planned, and went to town. Saw Barrie, and stopped to eat. I was just talking with this guy I met, and we came back here to talk some more. I guess I drank a lot more than I should have, and I was missing you so much. And he reminded me of you, and I guess I just wasn’t thinking very clearly. I just wanted someone to touch and make me not ache inside so much. I didn’t mean for things to go as far as they did. When I woke up, I heard you in the kitchen, and realized what I had done last night. I just couldn’t face you, not after that.”
Orlando sat there, sick over Viggo’s confessions. He knew their being apart was hard on Viggo most of the time, but he’d never expected anything like this to happen. He knew right now he needed to get Viggo taken care of, tend to his wounds and calm him down. Once he had things back on more steady ground, they needed to take care of this, find more help for Viggo than he was able to give. Looking up, he saw Viggo with fresh tears and turning back into himself. Everything else could wait until later, right now, he needed to get Viggo up and out of the bathroom, and into bed.
“Shhhh, baby, we’ll work it out,” he said, stroking Viggo’s face. “Everything will be all right. Now, let’s see to that arm, and get you fixed up. Then we’ll take care of everything else.”
Orlando removed the towel, finding a long, deep gash down Viggo’s arm, and across the wrist. Rummaging around in the cabinets, he found some antiseptic and bandages from the last time they were home. Cleaning and wrapping Viggo’s arm, he led him out of the room, and into the kitchen, where he made them some coffee, and settled at the table.
This time was going to take more than just some cleanup and comfort. But with some work, and time, he knew they’d make things better again. He wasn’t sure what had triggered it this time. He knew what Viggo had told him, but he also knew there was something more than that, something that was going to take a long time to repair. He’d make some calls, talk to a few people they could trust and see who they might suggest for help. He couldn’t keep coming home and finding Viggo shattered and bleeding. And he wasn’t willing to lose the man he loved more than life. It would take time, and energy, and a lot more involvement than he’d had time for lately, but he’d do whatever it took to make Viggo better again. Because he just wasn’t willing to face a life without him. He sat there sipping his coffee and staring at the table, Viggo reached across to hold Orlando’s hand.
“I’m sorry, Orlando, for everything. I love you so much, I just lose it when we aren’t together.”
“I love you too, Vig. I just don’t want something happening to you. What if I wasn’t around one of these times? I don’t think I could live with you gone. We’ll find a way to make things better.”
Standing and taking Viggo’s hand back in his, Orlando led him back to their room and tucked him into the big bed, curling around him and soothing him off to sleep. He wasn’t sure what tomorrow was going to bring, but whatever it was, they’d face it together.
Author: Carol (ambrelin2@yahoo.com)
Rating: R/Mature
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando/ OMC
Archive: Mirrormere, my fic journal. Anywhere else-just let me know
So I can brag
Disclaimer: I don't know, nor own anyone depicted in this story. This
Is fiction, meant to harm no one, for entertainment only. It is a
Creation of my own curved little mind
Warnings: Mention of M/M sex, Self Abuse
Beta: The wonderful namarie120, who gently prods me and gives me the best inspiration.
A/N: This is a continuation of the What If? Universe.
Viggo finished unpacking, putting everything he’d brought along into closets and dressers. He’d had to bring extra with him for Orlando, since he wasn’t going to have time to stop by home before he met Viggo at their home in New Zealand.
‘Home,’ Viggo thought. Seemed like the only time they had peace and didn’t have to worry was when they were here, home in New Zealand. They still had friends in the area, and the locals never bothered them like anywhere else they might go. So they’d bought the house Viggo had stayed in during filming. It was a comforting familiar place.
He’d stopped at the store on the way, also. They hadn’t been there in months, so he knew there wasn’t anything left to eat. And they were planning on staying for a week this time. Viggo didn’t want to need to leave the house once Orlando got home the next day.
Viggo had just finished putting the last of their things away, when he heard the phone ring. Wandering back out to the kitchen, he answered, unsure who would be calling him. He had only let Henry and Sean know exactly where he was, in case anything came up and he was needed.
Several minutes later, he placed the phone back on the cradle, looking and feeling numb, tears starting to trickle down his cheeks. Orlando was tied up, wouldn’t be there like they’d planned. He wouldn’t be there until Friday, and today was only Monday. And he needed to be back on set the next week. Viggo sank to the floor. He’d heard all this before, the apologies, the sadness in Orlando’s voice that mirrored his own. He knew that things happened on set sometimes that couldn’t be helped. But this time was supposed to be different. They’d planned this for over a month.
Finally, realizing that he’d been there for a long time, Viggo pulled himself up from the floor. He was too tired to care about anything except sleep. Wandering through the now-dark house, he dropped his clothes on the floor and collapsed in their bed, asleep as soon as his head hit the pillows.
Awake before dawn, Viggo tried to go back to sleep, ‘no real reason to get up, no one there to get up for,’ he thought. But he finally faced it, there was no way he was going to get back to sleep now. Rising from the tangled bedding, he made his way to the bathroom, showering, then dressing. Wandering into the kitchen, he set the kettle to boil and made tea, sitting at the table and watching the sun rise.
‘Maybe a trip into town, visit old friends, see what anyone is doing. Maybe I’ll find someone that isn’t too busy to have lunch.’
Viggo puttered about the house, making the bed, doing dishes, anything to occupy his time until the rest of the world was awake and active.
By mid-morning, he’d cleaned everything he could find, and was ready to take the short drive into town. Pulling in front of the familiar office building, Viggo found a space to park, and went inside. He stopped at the security desk, asking if Barrie or Mark were in the building. The receptionist checked, letting him know that, yes, Mr. Osborne was indeed in the building. She called up to his office, and then gave Viggo directions on how to find it in the large complex.
Getting out of the elevator, he was greeted at the secretary’s desk by Barrie, who was thrilled to see him.
“Viggo, what are you doing here? Vacation or work? Where’s your other half?” he asked excitedly, hugging Viggo and pulling him into his inner office.
“Nice to see you too, Barrie. I’m fine. I’m in town, just getting away for a few days, thought I’d stop in and say hello.”
“And Orlando? Did he make the trip with you?”
”No, he’s tied up with filming. He’s really busy these days. Seems like he’s got one film starting before the last one has wrapped.”
“Well, he’s a popular young man. So, tell me what’s new with you,” Barrie asked, settling them onto the sofa in the corner of his office.
They sat and talked about what they’d both been up to for what felt like only a few minutes, but was in fact closer to several hours. Finally, the secretary interrupted to let Barrie know that he had an appointment, and there was someone waiting for him. Viggo stood, hugging the other man and promising to keep in touch.
Leaving the building, he decided that since he was alone, maybe he’d just stop at a little bar he’d seen on the drive in to eat. The sign said they served food, anyway. Pulling into the dusty parking lot, he noticed there weren’t that many cars, but since it was past lunchtime now, that wasn’t such a surprise. Entering the dimly lit building, he made his way to a small table in a corner. The waitress greeted him, leaving a menu and going to get the beer he’d asked for.
Sitting there, sipping the cold brew and watching people while he waited for his meal, he noticed a young man alone at the counter, who also seemed to be watching him. ‘Kinda looks like Orlando,’ he thought. As they sat watching each other, Viggo felt the need for someone to talk to, someone to help him take his mind off his loneliness. Viggo nodded, and the man, John, came to sit with him. They talked, ate, drank, until the evening crowd came in. Suggesting that maybe they could go back to the house, Viggo tossed some cash onto the table, and they headed out to Viggo’s waiting car. He hadn’t realized it had gotten dark while he’d been inside, didn’t seem that long. But John was an interesting person to talk with, having lived in the area his whole life, and working odd jobs for the last several years. Time had seemed to fly by.
When they got back to the house, Viggo grabbed a couple of beers and they went to sit on the deck, continuing the varied conversation they had enjoyed earlier. It was nice to have someone talk to, who was interested in what he had to say, Viggo thought, as the evening wore on. A couple of hours, and a lot of beer later, Viggo was no where near sober. And John was looking more and more like Orlando to him.
The combination of too much alcohol, missing Orlando so much, thinking how much like him John seemed, and needing the touch of another person, Viggo leaned across the small space between them and cupped John’s cheek, brushing his lips against the other man’s. Starting to pull back, to see what would happen, John pulled Viggo in for a more thorough kiss, taking control and making it very clear he wanted more. It wasn’t long before they were in the spare bedroom, naked and in bed.
The next morning, John was in the kitchen making tea when he heard the front door open, and bags softly drop in the hall. He turned just in time to see Orlando walk into the room and stop. After a very awkward pause, he started to explain what he was doing there, but Orlando stopped him.
“Where’s Viggo?” he asked in a choked voice.
Looking down, John told him that he was still in bed, probably still asleep. That they’d been drinking, and he was sure that Viggo wasn’t going to feel very well when he woke up.
“Fine. I think you’d better leave now,” Orlando muttered, turning to the hall and Viggo.
John nodded, grabbing his shoes and jacket and heading out the door. Thankfully it was a short walk back to the bar, he thought as he started up the drive to the main road.
Stopping outside their bedroom, Orlando took a deep breath before opening the door, trying to steady his nerves, and wanting to give Viggo a chance to explain what was going on. He just hoped it was a good explanation, because right now Orlando wasn’t sure what he was feeling, other than numb. Not sure he wanted to see what was inside, he turned the handle. But the room was empty, and the bed made. ‘At least he didn’t bring him into our room.’ Turning and going a little further on, he opened the other bedroom, the one that Viggo used for a studio.
The room stank of stale smoke, alcohol, and sex. But there was no sign of Viggo. He could hear sounds in the bathroom, though. So he sat on the end of the bed, waiting for Viggo to come out. But he didn’t come out. And the longer Orlando waited, the more he quit being angry, and became worried. It wasn’t like Viggo to not talk to him. Unless he’d done something more stupid than get drunk and sleep with someone else. Orlando tried to keep his mind off that possibility. It had been a long time since Viggo had done anything to harm himself.
Finally, giving in to his frustrations and worry, he knocked at the door and waited. When there was no answer, he tried the handle, and the door swung open, revealing Viggo, sitting on the floor, bleeding. Grabbing a towel and stooping down, Orlando grabbed the bleeding arm and wrapped the towel around it, pressing to stop the crimson flow. His heart broke, seeing Viggo like this again. But it didn’t surprise him, this was how Viggo seemed to cope when he couldn’t face things. But he knew that he needed to be strong, take care of him. Whatever had brought everything on, he still loved Viggo.
“Baby,” Orlando said softly, lifting the other man’s face and looking into his tear-filled eyes, “what happened?” Orlando asked gently, so as not to upset Viggo more than he already was.
He didn’t need an answer, he knew what happened. But he wanted to get Viggo to talk to him, to say something besides sitting there crying and mute. If he could just get him talking, then they could work this out and make things better again.
Viggo just shook his head, trying to lower it back to his chest and pull away. When that didn’t work, he swallowed around the large lump in his throat. His head was pounding from the after effects of all he’d drunk the night before. He didn’t want to look at Orlando, let him see the guilt in his eyes. He knew what he did was wrong, and how it had to have hurt Orlando. Viggo felt that with everything he’d done last night, and now to have Orlando find him like this, he didn’t know if he could live with the guilt.
“You shouldn’t be here, just leave me this time, Orlando. I’m not worth the time and energy anymore.”
Letting go of Viggo’s arm, Orlando wrapped his arms around Viggo, pulling him close and kissing the top of his head.
“You’re always worth it, love. Just, I’m not sure what happened this time. I got here as fast as I could, like I said, and found a strange man in our kitchen, that you evidently slept with. And then I find you in here, cut up and bleeding again. Why, baby?”
“I don’t know. I don’t really know what happened. I was upset that you weren’t coming like we planned, and went to town. Saw Barrie, and stopped to eat. I was just talking with this guy I met, and we came back here to talk some more. I guess I drank a lot more than I should have, and I was missing you so much. And he reminded me of you, and I guess I just wasn’t thinking very clearly. I just wanted someone to touch and make me not ache inside so much. I didn’t mean for things to go as far as they did. When I woke up, I heard you in the kitchen, and realized what I had done last night. I just couldn’t face you, not after that.”
Orlando sat there, sick over Viggo’s confessions. He knew their being apart was hard on Viggo most of the time, but he’d never expected anything like this to happen. He knew right now he needed to get Viggo taken care of, tend to his wounds and calm him down. Once he had things back on more steady ground, they needed to take care of this, find more help for Viggo than he was able to give. Looking up, he saw Viggo with fresh tears and turning back into himself. Everything else could wait until later, right now, he needed to get Viggo up and out of the bathroom, and into bed.
“Shhhh, baby, we’ll work it out,” he said, stroking Viggo’s face. “Everything will be all right. Now, let’s see to that arm, and get you fixed up. Then we’ll take care of everything else.”
Orlando removed the towel, finding a long, deep gash down Viggo’s arm, and across the wrist. Rummaging around in the cabinets, he found some antiseptic and bandages from the last time they were home. Cleaning and wrapping Viggo’s arm, he led him out of the room, and into the kitchen, where he made them some coffee, and settled at the table.
This time was going to take more than just some cleanup and comfort. But with some work, and time, he knew they’d make things better again. He wasn’t sure what had triggered it this time. He knew what Viggo had told him, but he also knew there was something more than that, something that was going to take a long time to repair. He’d make some calls, talk to a few people they could trust and see who they might suggest for help. He couldn’t keep coming home and finding Viggo shattered and bleeding. And he wasn’t willing to lose the man he loved more than life. It would take time, and energy, and a lot more involvement than he’d had time for lately, but he’d do whatever it took to make Viggo better again. Because he just wasn’t willing to face a life without him. He sat there sipping his coffee and staring at the table, Viggo reached across to hold Orlando’s hand.
“I’m sorry, Orlando, for everything. I love you so much, I just lose it when we aren’t together.”
“I love you too, Vig. I just don’t want something happening to you. What if I wasn’t around one of these times? I don’t think I could live with you gone. We’ll find a way to make things better.”
Standing and taking Viggo’s hand back in his, Orlando led him back to their room and tucked him into the big bed, curling around him and soothing him off to sleep. He wasn’t sure what tomorrow was going to bring, but whatever it was, they’d face it together.
