vigorli

Title: Don't Let Go
Author: me,

invisible_dream
Pairing: V/O
Rating: NC17
Summary: how it all began...
Beta: the fabulous

willowwing *loves*
Disclaimer: not true; all fake; i'm a perv
A/N: thanks to this anime porn i watched for the idea; some of you might recognize it

A few days later, I was messing around in my storage room, trying to find the paintings I had set aside for the upcoming exhibit. As much as I had liked them at the time I painted them, they seemed somewhat lacking now...dark even. Since Orlando, most of my old material felt empty, as if there was something missing in each of them. Now I knew why.

The sound of the doorbell caused me to jump slightly. I really should leave a radio on or something... Setting the board I was holding aside, I jogged down the hallway to answer the door. I knew it wasn't Orlando. He said he’d be busy for most of the day.

"Sean? What the hell are you doing here?" I asked as my best friend walked inside.

"Can't a guy come around to check on his best mate?" he countered, tossing his coat on the back of a chair. "Where's your scotch?"

I chuckled and shook my head. "You're impossible. And no, you can't come around just to check on me. It's completely out of character."

"Alright, alright," he replied in between laughter, "I'm here to take you out."

"Out?"

"Yes, out. You and me."

I raised an eyebrow. "What for?"

A sly grin spread across his face, and he stepped closer, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. "Sex of course!"

"Sean!" I protested, pushing him away.

"I told you this was what you needed. When was the last time you got laid?"

How many times was he going to ask me that damn question?

"The other night, for your information!" I blurted out before I had the chance to think over my response. I wasn't ashamed of Orlando. I just wanted to keep him to myself for as long as possible. I especially wanted to keep him away from Sean.

"Did you now? Well, come on. Tell me!"

I shook my head. "It's none of your business, Sean."

"Oh, come on, Viggo," he started, beginning to wander into my living room. "We've known each other for seven years and have never kept secrets from each other. Least of all, about our sex lives. I like men just as much as women, don't forget."

"It's not just sex with him, Sean," I explained. At least, I hoped it wasn't just sex.

He paused right in front of the small sculpture Orlando had given me a while back. "Ah, I see. Fine, fine, keep your secrets, but I expect to meet him."

I sighed in relief. "Whatever you say..."

That's when he picked up the sculpture. He examined it for a moment. "I didn't know you liked Orlando Bloom's work. He doesn't seem your type."

If you only knew... I shrugged. "I hadn't really seen his work before..."

"Oh come on, Vig. Everyone's seen an Orlando Bloom before!" He set it back down on the table, moving over to sit on the couch. "He's something else."

"He's very talented," I agreed.

Sean chuckled. "That's not what I meant, Vig."

Where the hell was he going with this? "What then?"

"Well there's no question that he's talented; but he's...well...let's just say he gets around a lot."

I blinked in shock. There was no way. Sean had to be mistaken. "Where...did you hear that?"

Sean let out a loud burst of laughter, "Oh, Viggo, everyone knows that! It's his reputation. I'm not saying there's anything wrong with it. Who am I to judge after all? But I think he puts even me to shame. Mate of mine back in London knows first hand. He met Orlando at a showing of his artwork. I was told it was an...interesting night, and that it wasn't too difficult to get him in bed either..."

"That's a lie!" I shouted, slamming my fist against the nearby wall. It had to be a lie. There was no way that was true. I knew my cover was blown, but I didn't care. All I wanted to do was to prove to Sean that all his information was a fucking lie.

"Viggo..." I felt his hand rest on my shoulder. "This guy you're seeing...is--"

"Yes..."

I heard him swear under his breath. "Look, Viggo. I'm not just talking shite. Be careful with him. You know I'm all for casual sex, but I know you're not. Just...I think you should reconsider."

"You're wrong about him..."

"I'm not wrong, Viggo. Although, now, I wish I was."
~*~*~

Sean left about an hour later, when he was sure I wouldn't go on a rampage. The truth was, I didn't know what to do. My entire world had just been ripped out from under me. What were you supposed to do when that happened?

I found myself standing in my studio, the painting I had started a few days ago right in front of me. The more I looked at it, the more I came to hate it. It just stood there, mocking me with its bright, happy colors. I wanted nothing more than to destroy it.

So I did.

Grabbing the darkest colors I could find, I flung them at the canvass, desperately trying to cover up any indication that it was once about something...someone...someone beautiful. I dragged my brush across the board angrily, practically tearing the dried paint off. And when the brush became too saturated, I used my hands, clawing at the image. What was once a painting of bright yellows, greens, blues, and light shades of red, quickly became a morose mix of black, gray, and brown.

"Son of a bitch!" I screamed as loud as I could, collapsing to the floor in a tired, furious heap. I sat there for what seemed like hours, replaying the conversation with Sean over and over again. How could I have let this happen? It just didn't seem right. Sean couldn't be right.

I had to find out.
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*hides* don't kill me!