vigorli

Title: Waking Nightmare
Author: Greenleaf
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: OB/VM
Summary: Strange things are happening to Orlando. At first he thinks it is just a joke of his friends, but things start to get even scarier with time and he painfully experiences, that this weren't jokes.......
Will Viggo be able to help him after his waking nightmare?

*Warnings* Angst, Violence, Rape

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Disclaimer: None of them belongs to me (sadly), nothing of this did really happen
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Chapter Fifteen – To wherever it may lead…

Orlando flopped into the chair, closing his eyes. The noise around him became distant. He felt tired, the exhaustion from the shooting hitting them all full force now that it was over. Orlando reflected on the past months with a slight smile. It had been draining, even more so for him than for the others. He had continued to see Harry once a week until now. The therapist had given him his phone number, encouraging Orlando to call him whenever he felt he needed to talk. Orlando was more then grateful for that offer. He had found his way back to life, and sometimes he was even able to forget completely. Sometimes he remembered. Mostly he was able to deal with the memories. Orlando knew that it was only possible because of Viggo, Harry, and his friends helping him. They hadn’t left him behind in the dark like he had feared. They had patiently waited until he was ready to follow them back to the light. More then anything Orlando appreciated that they weren’t acting differently towards him. In the first week back on set the people who knew what had happened, had cast worried glances in his direction. He had hated them. Hated them because they made him remember. But just like himself, they had started to forget.

Orlando would never fully forget, but finally he felt ready for a new beginning, a new life. Yes, it was a new life.
Before Jeff Orli had been a naïve, young man, trusting too easily. Orli had been outgoing and loud, not really grown up despite his 22 years.
During Jeff Orlando had found himself in darkness, staring at the bright colours that had once been Orli. Orli didn’t exist in this darkness. After Jeff Orli had slowly come to life again. The bright colours and the trust towards his friends were back. But he wasn’t naïve or loud anymore. Maybe he had grown up. But if so, why was he often lying like a child in Viggo’s arms?

He was still the same loving and carrying person, he had only grown quieter. Sometimes Orlando thought that he really had a new life. When he thought that he’d drown in darkness and pain, he had been guided back to the light. And one day, when Peter had called and told him about Jeff’s trial, he was finally able to start all over again. Jeff had been given life long. Orlando would never see him again.

“Orli? Are you coming? The fireworks will start soon.”

Orlando opened his eyes and smiled at Elijah. It was their last evening in New Zealand and everyone of the cast and some of the crew were celebrating at Peter’s.

“Sure.” Orlando got up and followed Elijah outside, scanning the cheering crowd with his eyes. It didn’t take long to make out the familiar form of Viggo. Orlando was still amazed how patient Viggo had been with him. He had never expected anything from Orlando but had given him everything. Until today they hadn’t had sex, but Viggo had never complained. Their relationship was so much more. It was special, and although they would part for two weeks tomorrow, neither doubted that their relationship wouldn’t survive the world that awaited them. They would find a way. Darkness, torture, and blank horror hadn’t separated them after all.

“Hey.”

Viggo smiled when Orlando’s arms wrapped around him from behind.

“Hey.” Orlando replied, leaning his head on Viggo’s shoulder. They watched the fireworks in silence, enjoying the moment. At one point Viggo turned around and gathered Orlando in his arms, placing a gently kiss on his forehead. Orlando snuggled closer, simply smiling.

When the fireworks were over and the crowd moved back to the house Orlando tried to suppress his nervousness.

“Vig? Can we go home?”

“Sure. Are you tired?” Viggo gently cupped Orlando’s cheek, smiling at the young man.

“A bit.” Orlando lied, faking a smile.

They went inside and said their good-byes to everyone. Once home Viggo realized how quiet Orlando had gone.

“Everything alright, angel?”

“What? Uh…oh yes…sure.” Orlando stuttered, nearly dropping his coat. Viggo took Orlando’s hands and pulled him closer.

“Sure?”

“Yeah.” Orlando avoided Viggo’s eyes, taking a deep breath. He leaned up and met Viggo’s lips with his. The kiss started like every other one did, gentle and slow. But soon Viggo found that there was more. A silent plea, unspoken but screaming to be heard. His heart skipped a beat.

Orlando broke the kiss, looking up at Viggo. Insecurity shone in the depths of brown. He licked his suddenly dry lips, fidgeting with the buttons of Viggo’s shirt.

“Vig…make…make love to me?” Orlando chewed his bottom lip. The uncertainty and innocence of his question made Viggo’s heart melt.

“Are you sure baby? We don’t have to do this, you know?”

“I know but…I…I want this. Just…slow, yeah?”

Instead of an answer Viggo kissed Orlando, laying all the love he felt in the kiss.

“Tell me when you are uncomfortable or want me to stop.” He murmured into Orlando’s ear. Viggo’s pulse was racing. He couldn’t deny that he had dreamed of this, imagined how it would be to feel everything of Orlando. But he would’ve rather killed himself then to pressure Orlando.

Orlando giggled when Viggo scooped him in his arms and carried him up the stairs. Of course he was nervous and a bit scared, but Viggo calmed him. He always did. Viggo’s kindness and patience, his understanding made Orlando feel safe. His arms wrapped around Viggo’s neck. He didn’t let go when Viggo laid him down on the bed and pulled him down with him. Their lips met again, lazily exploring. Slowly desire mixed into the kiss. Viggo’s hands were stroking up and down Orlando’s sides, soothing the trembling young man. After a while they found their way under Orlando’s shirt, touching warm skin. Orlando’s fingers played absently-minded with a strand of Viggo’s hair. He became calmer with each passing minute. There was no pressure from Viggo and Orlando didn’t feel obligated to do anything. He could simply enjoy. Enjoy touches and feelings forgotten for far too long. If he couldn’t go all the way today, he knew it would be okay and Viggo would not be offended. Calmed by that knowledge Orlando closed his eyes, moaning when Viggo’s lips left his. They were back only seconds later, kissing Orlando’s face and neck. Orlando lost himself in the warmth surrounding him. Viggo’s kisses and his hands on his body erased the last memories of Jeff.

Viggo pushed Orlanod’s shirt higher, kissing the now bare skin. Every time he found a sensible spot that made Orlando whimper and moan Viggo smiled. This was not about his pleasure, but about worshipping Orlando.

Soon he had pulled the shirt over Orlando’s head and it landed on the floor. The sweet sensation of Viggo’s kisses distracted Orlando completely from his fear and nervousness. He had been afraid that his memories would come to life again when he became intimate with someone. But they didn’t. Instead Orlando found that he was able to let himself fall and simply enjoy. Bolts of pleasure washed over his body, going straight to his groin.

Orlando’s back curved upwards when Viggo’s mouth closed around one nipple, teasing it until the brown nub hardened. Orlando completely lost himself in the caresses of Viggo’s mouth. However when Viggo tried to open Orlando’s jeans, his eyes snapped open and he jerked away, without intending to do so. His body started to tremble again.

Viggo looked up, trying to remain calm.

“Orlando? Orli, look at me. It is me. No one else. Just me.”

Orlando’s restless eyes met Viggo’s, holding the gaze. After a few seconds the tension vanished and Orlando slumped back onto the bed.

“I’m sorry.”

“There’s nothing you have to apologize for.” Viggo smiled lightly, before gently kissing Orlando.

Orlando returned the kiss, trying to calm his rapidly beating heart. It was Viggo. Viggo, his Viggo.

“I’m fine.” He finally murmured, looking at Viggo. He knew that he could only do this if he kept focused on his lover.

“Sure? We don’t have to…” Viggo trailed off, returning Orlando’s gaze.

“I’m fine.” Orlando repeated. Viggo nodded, before his lips found Orlando’s again and pulled him into a lazy kiss. His hand gently stroked over Orlando’s back. He soothed Orlando until he stopped trembling. Only then did he slowly open the fly of Orlando’s trousers, pushing them down a bit. His lips parted from Orlando once more, just to discover the now bare skin.

Viggo stilled his movement when Orlando started to giggle. Viggo looked up in time to see Orlando blush and bit his bottom lip. At Viggo’s questioning gaze his cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red.

“I’m ticklish.” Orlando murmured sheepishly.

“Oh, really?” Viggo asked innocently, his fingers softly stroking over Orlando’s sides. Orlando’s eyes widened, before he tried to get away.

“No…Vig you don’t want to do thaaaa-“Orlando’s sentence ended in a scream while he tried to curl into himself. Within seconds Viggo had reduced Orlando to a giggling and screaming ball. An amused grin crept onto Viggo’s face. So there actually were some things that he didn’t know about Orlando. That he was ticklish for example. Orlando tried to squirm away, without success.

“Viiiiiiiiiiig! Stop!” Orlando’s breathing was hitched and he rolled around on the bed, trying to escape. Viggo finally took pity on the squealing young man and stopped tickling him. Orlando inhaled deeply, trying to calm down.

“That wasn’t nice. Besides, did your mother never tell you that tickling is not appropriate in a moment like that?” Orlando pouted, still breathing faster then normal.

“No, my mother never told me that. And I also don’t think there is a rule saying that fun isn’t allowed in a ‘moment like that’.” Viggo grinned and pulled Orlando into his arms again, softly kissing a flushed cheek. He would’ve never told Orlando, but hearing him laugh, seeing him happy and carefree was the best thing in the world.

“There is no such rule, but it is still very mean to tickle your boyfriend to death.” Orlando snuggled closer to Viggo, slowly calming down.

“I’d never tickle you to death.” Viggo grinned, before he claimed Orlando’s lips once more. Orlando sighed softly, opening his lips. Viggo’s tongue slowly explored the hot cavern. He was surprised when he felt Orlando’s hands pushing his shirt up and shyly moving over his back. That light touch was more arousing then anything else for Viggo. It showed that Orlando wasn’t just lying here, letting happen whatever was about to come. He was taking part in it. Viggo had always had a chance to touch Orlando, to hold him. But what he had really craved was for Orlando to touch him. For Orlando to want him just as he wanted Orlando. It didn’t matter that Orlando’s touches were cautious and shy as long as he touched him. The kiss grew fiercer and Viggo tugged at Orlando’s trouser, pulling them lower and lower. He could feel how Orlando tensed in his arms when his hand stroked over Orlando’s back to his backside. Moments later he felt how Orlando relaxed again. Viggo broke the kiss and sat up. He smiled at Orlando’s questioning gaze and pulled the jeans and down completely. He left Orlando’s boxers in place, not wanting to go to fast.

Orlando shifted a bit uncomfortable, feeling exposed all of a sudden. When Viggo sensed his discomfort he simply removed his own shirt and jeans.

“You’re beautiful.” Viggo whispered, taking in the breathtaking sight.

“I’m not.” Orlando looked away in discomfort.

“Yes you are. In fact you are the most beautiful thing in the universe.” Viggo lay down next to Orlando again, carefully tracing an invisible pattern on his chest.

“I’m not. How could I, looking like…like that.” Orlando swallowed hard, unshed tears shining in his eyes. Though the wounds had healed there were still some fine, white scars visible on his body. He wasn’t able to look at himself without feeling utter disgust. So how could Viggo find him beautiful?

“That changes nothing. You are beautiful Orlando. Not only from the outside. Your beauty goes deeper. And that.” Viggo’s finger carefully traced one of the fading scars. “Is just telling a part of our story.”

Viggo’s finger was replaced with his lips. He kissed the scar, his tongue gently tracing it. Orlando sobbed helplessly.

“Our story, angel. Ours, the story of you and me. Not of anyone else.” Viggo kissed the tears from Orlando’s cheeks. Orlando nodded through his tears.

“Ours…that sounds good.” He mumbled, smiling a little.

“It does.” Viggo smiled, his hand cradling the side of Orlando’s face.

“M-make them…ours?” Orlando closed his eyes and leaned into Viggo’s touch, trying to calm his violently beating heart once again. Instead of an answer he felt Viggo’s lips on his body moments later, tracing each and every scar with lips and tongue. Orlando moaned. With his actions Viggo was truly banning every last bit of Jeff. Now he might be able to look at himself, not seeing a violated body, but rather feeling Viggo’s hot lips.

Orlando’s back arched off the bed when those very lips placed butterfly kisses on his already hard cock through the fabric of his boxers. When Orlando whimpered impatiently Viggo finally pulled the cloth down. Viggo found once more that Orlando was perfect, a vision of beauty. The artist in him wanted to capture this moment forever in a picture. But instead he focused on Orlando’s pleasure, licking the head of his leaking erection. Orlando moaned, his hips bucking off the bed. Viggo gently held him down, continuing to suck Orlando’s cock, distracting him from everything else. It was so hard to keep control, when everything in Viggo screamed to let go and fall freely, drown in Orlando’s scent, taste. He didn’t allow himself to let go though. This was about Orlando’s pleasure, about Orlando being alright. If he would act too careless he would scare Orlando away.

When Orlando’s breathing became rash and mingled more and more with moans Viggo let the hard shaft slip from his lips and got up to get the lube from the drawer of the nightstand. His lips returned to Orlando’s, letting him taste himself on Viggo. It wasn’t all that easy to cover his fingers with lube while kissing Orlando, but Viggo managed somehow. Orlando only flinched a bit when Viggo’s finger circled the puckered entrance. He gently massaged the sensitive skin until Orlando relaxed a bit more before he slipped a slick finger inside.

Orlando gasped. It didn’t hurt. There was no overwhelming pain, no bolts of hurt crushing his body. It was nothing like with Jeff. How could he ever think it would be? This was Viggo, the man who had taken care of him in every way possible. Orlando’s fear vanished and was replaced with trust. He trusted Viggo that this would be good, that Viggo would make this good for him.

Orlando moaned when Viggo licked over the head of his cock. One more thing that was so different from Jeff. Jeff had never cared about Orlando or Orlando’s pleasure. Viggo did care.

Orlando finally closed his eyes again. Now he was able to let himself fall, no more monsters hunting his thoughts and whispering to him. He concentrated on Viggo’s hot lips, kissing his way up until he met Orlando’s lips again. He had carefully added a second finger while Orlando was distracted, stretching the tight passage. Little moans and whimpers bubbled over Orlando’s lips, his whole body searching for more contact.

“Vig, stop teas- aaaahh.” Orlando wasn’t able to finish. A bolt of pleasure raced through his body when Viggo’s fingers found his prostate. A satisfied smirk crossed Viggo’s features when he saw Orlando’s eyes darkened with lust, no more traces of fear.

“Need you…now.” Orlando mumbled incoherently, his hands roaming over Viggo’s back. Despite his words Orlando mewled when Viggo pulled back and he was left, feeling empty. He writhed impatiently, feeling incredibly cold without Viggo’s warm body. His eyes opened lazily when he heard Viggo chuckle.

“No’ funny.” Orlando mumbled, although a grin spread over his face.

“Not funny at all.” Viggo replied, leaning forward, and kissing Orlando’s brow. He rested his forehead against Orlando’s, slowly guiding his cock to Orlando’s now slick entrance. Carefully he pushed inside, moaning when the guardian muscle clenched around the head of his cock. Viggo stopped, his breathing hitched. It took some seconds before he could open his eyes again and watch Orlando closely for any sign of discomfort or pain. Carefully he pushed farther inside, holding his breath. The hot silkiness surrounding him was almost more then he could take. By the time he was fully buried inside his lover’s body, both men were breathing hard.

“You alright?” Viggo asked lowly, kissing Orlando’s neck.

“Uh-huh.” Orlando wasn’t able to form a coherent sentence, so he simply nodded and wrapped one leg around Viggo’s waist, pulling him even closer. He was more then alright. No pain, just overwhelming pleasure and the wonderful feeling of being complete again, to belong. And even more, to love and to be loved.

Viggo slowly started to move, still careful not to hurt Orlando in any way. As the minutes passed his thrusts grew steadier, the angle just right to hit Orlando’s prostate with each stroke. Their moans filled the room, hot skin pressed against hot skin. Viggo buried his head in the crook of Orlando’s neck, his breath puffing against Orlando’s skin. Orlando’s arms and legs were wrapped tightly around Viggo’s body, as if he’d never wanted to let go again. Viggo’s cock hitting his sweet spot in a constant rhythm, and the friction of their bodies rubbing against each other soon became too much and Orlando felt his climax approaching. A staccato scream left Orlando’s lips when he finally came, his seed spilling over his stomach. The contraction of muscles around Viggo’s cock when Orlando came was also his undoing. His seed filled Orlando and Viggo’s body went limp.

They lay in content silence for minutes, before Viggo slipped out of Orlando and carefully kissed the drowsy man. He went to the bathroom, chuckling when Orlando mewled in frustration again.

“I’ll be back in a second.”

Viggo retrieved a washcloth and gently cleaned Orlando when he returned before he crawled back under the blanket and snuggled close to his lover. Orlando curled around Viggo, shyly kissing him once more.
“Thank you.”

It was then that Viggo realized the tears in Orlando’s eyes. His heart sank. Had he hurt Orlando without realizing it?

“What for?” Viggo gently cradled Orlando’s face. Blue eyes locked with brown ones.

“Are you alright, angel? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Viggo asked concerned, surprised when Orlando smiled through his tears.

“You didn’t.” He whispered, leaning closer so that his lips gently brushed over Viggo’s.

“I am thanking you for everything you’ve done for me. And for…for making this good for me.”

Viggo sighed in relief. He had really been afraid that he had hurt Orlando.

“That’s nothing you have to thank me for, angel.” Viggo returned the kiss and pulled Orlando closer. Orlando curled around Viggo, his head resting on Viggo’s chest, eyes closed sleepily. The tears had come to his eyes because everything about the moment was so overwhelming. Taking that step had been very hard; allowing anyone as close to him, sharing such intimacy had been even harder. It had been worth it, and he truly felt that his new life was about to begin right now.

“Love you.” Orlando murmured, before drifting off to sleep.

“Love you too.”

Viggo didn’t sleep for most of the night. These hours were too precious to waste them with sleep. He simply held Orlando in his arms and watched him. Watched the steady rising and falling of his chest, studied the relaxed features and half parted lips, inhaled Orlando’s scent, drowned in the feel of his warm skin against his own. He recalled the past few months and the progress Orlando had made. He disliked parting from his lover for two weeks, but knew that it was necessary. He missed Henry and Orlando should also have some time with his family alone. Let alone that as much as he’d liked to, he couldn’t be there for Orlando every single day of his life. He needed to learn self-reliance again, overcome the last of the lingering demons. At least Orlando wouldn’t be flying home alone. Sean had come for the farewell party. Officially at least. No one knew that Viggo and Sean had talked to each other quit often, and came up with the idea that it would be best if Sean would accompany Orlando on his flight home.

Viggo sighed and gently stroked over Orlando’s upper arm, before his eyes drifted closed in the early hours of the morning.

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Orlando shifted from one foot to the other, nervously looking around. The airport was crowded, most of the people from the Rings cast and crew. His eyes drifted to Viggo’s face when the man gently cradled his cheek.

“Will you call me when you are home?”

“Sure.” Orlando smiled lightly, leaning against Viggo and bracing himself for saying goodbye to the man that was the centre of his world. Viggo wrapped his arms around Orlando and kissed him on the forehead.

“Don’t forget me, yeah?”

Orlando smiled brightly while tears were streaming over his cheeks.

“I would never forget you, Vig.”

“Ah, you never know. After all even you are getting old, my love.” Viggo chuckled, swiping his thumb over Orlando’s cheek and brushing away some of the tears.

“No matter how old I get, I will never forget you.” Orlando protested, snuggling closer to Viggo. Their lips melted in a kiss once more, the world around them forgotten.

“Last call for flight number 8563 to London, Heathrow.”

Viggo parted from Orlando’s lips reluctantly, trying to smile.

“You have to go. Sean surely has gone into full panic mode by now…”

Orlando tried to grin, but failed.

“I don’t want to go.”

“You have to. And we’ll talk everyday and in two weeks I am with you again.” Viggo’s lips met Orlando’s again in a last kiss full of love and devotion.

“Yes. I’ll talk to you later.” Orlando slowly walked backwards, his hands still locked with Viggo’s. Only slowly did he let go, the entwined fingers sliding apart. Orlando’s hands fell to his side and he looked at Viggo for a few more seconds, before he turned around abruptly and walked over to the gate where Sean was waiting. He knew that if he looked back he wouldn’t be able to go on. Tears blurred his vision and he was grateful for Sean taking his hand and leading him.

Once on the plane Orlando flopped down into his seat, sighing and looking out of the window. His thoughts were interrupted by a shrill sound. Curiously he raised an eyebrow and took his cell phone from the pocket of his jacket. A new text message had arrived.

Look into your bag. xx

Orlando simply had to smile. Be sure that Viggo always had planned some sort of surprise. Curiously he opened his messenger bag and searched for something he hadn’t packed. A small, blue box caught his attention. Orlando opened it with shaking hands, gasping when he found a silver ring. Carefully he took it, turning it and studying the signs engraved on the inside. Looking at the box once more he saw a small, folded letter. Holding the ring with such care as if it would shatter any minute, Orlando unfolded the paper, his smile becoming brighter while he read them.

I wanted to give you something personal, something that would remind you of us, and give you strength in dark hours. The gravure is elvish and says “To wherever it may lead”. Always think of that. I’ll be at your side, forever.

I love you

Viggo

Orlando slid the ring onto the middle finger of his right hand cautiously, smiling to himself and ignoring Sean’s bewildered glances. He had confidence that Viggo was right. They would be together, to wherever it may lead.

THE END