Muse--FIC

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Title: Muse
Author: me invisible_dream
Pairing: V/O
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Why lust after someone that only exists in your mind?
Beta: wankers_fate
Warning: AU; Viggo’s not an actor here, just an artist
Disclaimer: come on, people. Orlando as a muse, materializing out of thin air? *sigh* oh fine, not true. None of it.
Archive: my lj, vigorli, vigorleancult
A/N: if only I hadn’t seen the name of that movie, affectionately titled “The Muse.” If only…



Viggo Mortensen sits at his kitchen table gingerly sipping on a cup of tea. It’s late, far too late to be awake writing in his poetry book; but tonight his muse is on fire. His beloved muse always picked weird times of the day to give him inspiration; not that he complains about it. Viggo adores his muse, ‘Orlando’ as he calls him. Yes, his muse is a man. Viggo had never been as productive as he is now. Viggo is an artist. Mostly he does paintings and poetry and now is pretty well off; but they all have something in common. The same muse inspires them all and you can tell by viewing them. There’s an entire collection of the “Muse Series” (a mix of paintings accompanied by a short poems) as people have come to call them; and they love them. Viggo often catches himself wishing that ‘Orlando’ were a real person; but he always shakes his head and laughs at his own insanity. Why lust after someone that only exists in your mind? Because they are yours; and no matter what they will always love you.

Putting the finishing touches on the last line, he yawns and stretches his stiff body. Viggo’s been sitting in the same position for hours; it’s time for bed. He climbs the stairs to his bedroom and changes into a pair of boxers and a t-shirt before hopping into bed and closing his eyes. Hopefully tonight he will be blessed with a full night’s rest.

Suddenly he hears a noise come from downstairs, a loud thud as if something had fallen. Fuck, this is all I need right now, he thinks to himself. With a groan, the covers are pulled back, and the artist gets up. He ventures downstairs with his trusty bat, prepared to fight off whoever it may be. As he nears the living room, he can hear the faint sound of a voice coming from there. He raises the bat and quickly dashes inside. As he is about to swing, the soft accented voice of the person saying his name stops him. Wait…not just a person. A man!

“What? How do you know my name? Who are you?” Viggo demands, still clutching the bat tightly.

“Don’t tell me you don’t know who I am. I know you. I know a lot about you,” the young man replies. Viggo cocks his head in curiosity and lowers the bat. He stares intently at the boy. A mop of unruly dark brown curls adorns the man’s head. He lets his gaze drop farther down and finally realizes that he is completely naked. His frame is slender but well defined, completely flawless. Viggo can’t help but stare at the god that is before him. He hears the young man’s slight chuckle and immediately stops his perusal of the gorgeous body in front of him.

“…sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m used to it.”

“Why are you…naked?”

“All muses are naked. Kind of helps our human charges. Besides it feels fantastic,” the boy explains with a grin.

“What? Who are you?” Viggo asks in desperation.

The heavenly creature smirks and moves about the room, passing a few paintings on the wall that Viggo never bothered to display or sell. “You would think that after all these years of using me that you would recognize me.”

“Using you? What are…” It is then that realization suddenly hits Viggo. Could it be? No. No that was impossible.

“Nothing is impossible.” Viggo’s eyes shot over in the young man’s direction. How the hell did he do that?

“Alright, Who are you? Tell me what’s going on. Now!” Viggo orders. He’s had quite enough of this little game they’ve been playing.

“Okay, okay. Please, just relax.” The man takes a deep breath then brings his gaze up to meet Viggo’s. “You know who I am. You’ve seen me a hundred times. In your writings…in your paintings…in your dreams. You should know my name; you gave it to me all those years ago after reading that rather trashy novel. Even named a painting after me.”

Orlando…

“What the fuck? There’s no way.”

“Just look at me, Viggo. Really look at me,” Orlando says pleadingly. Viggo stares in disbelief. There is no way that this man could be his muse. Okay, so he does look like the man he had seen in his dreams day after day, night after night; but that does not mean anything!

“Oh my god…” Viggo breathes. Suddenly dizzy, he lets the bat fall to the floor with a loud ‘clunk!’ and flops himself onto the couch. This isn’t happening. I’m going crazy. I know I am.

“You’re not crazy, Viggo.”

“What the…stop that!” Viggo yells, making Orlando giggle. “Look…how did you get here? You’re just an idea.”

“How does anyone get where they are, Viggo?” Great, now he’s a fucking philosopher. “Someone wants us to be there. You wanted me. You needed me. So now I’m here…here to help you.”

“Help me what? You help me enough already. Have you seen all the shit I’ve been able to do thanks to you?” Viggo asks in amazement.

“That’s not why I’m here now and you know it.”

Viggo groans and lies down on the couch, pressing his fingers to the bridge of his nose. He definitely has a headache coming soon. How could someone who only exists in your mind suddenly just appear out of thin air? Things like this just didn’t happen.

“Viggo, look I can’t explain what’s going on. All I know is that you needed me…obviously bad enough to get me here. Why don’t you just go with it, yeah?” Orlando suggests. He is now effortlessly lying on the back of the couch, his head resting on the palm of his hand. Viggo opens his eyes and glances up at the young man. Maybe he was right. Maybe he should just go with this whole thing. Tentatively he reaches out a hand and runs his fingertips along Orlando’s smooth skin.

“You really are real,” Viggo whispers mostly to himself.

“Of course I am,” Orlando replies as he brings his own hand to cover the older man’s. Viggo’s touch was simple but incredibly erotic at the same time, causing the muse to close his eyes in fear that he might reveal too much.

“How long will you be here?” Viggo asks, his hand still resting on the beautiful man’s face.

“For as long as you need me, I suppose.”
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

A month later Orlando is still present…although now he has been properly clothed. That had been quite an adventure, consisting of Orlando using his muse-like powers in order to get through the store more efficiently, popping from place to place. He had found it amusing; Viggo just chastised him for it, explaining that he couldn’t do those things in public. Orlando had learned so much about the ways of humans in his brief stay with Viggo. Except for one thing…

He sits perched on the large windowsill in Viggo’s study reading a book of the man’s poetry. The time spent here had been wonderful so far. For the most part, Viggo had just wanted someone to keep him company, someone to be there for him if he wasn’t feeling well. Still, Orlando can’t help but think that there is something more that his artist is not telling him. For if a friend was all Viggo had needed, surely the muse would have returned to where he came from a while ago. Especially now since Viggo seems so distant, and completely not in need of Orlando’s help anymore.

Speaking of Viggo, Orlando wonders to himself, Where has he gotten to? He closes his book and concentrates his thoughts on Viggo, trying to figure out where he had gotten to. Ah the garden…

“Hello, stranger,” Orlando says with a smile.

Viggo jumps and drops the hammer he had been carrying. “Orlando! Would you kindly stop doing that? One of these days you’re going to give me a heart attack!” Viggo exclaims as he glances at the muse perched on top of his shed. Orlando smiles and gracefully hops to the ground.

“You’re out here again?” he asks Viggo.

“I like working out here. Besides I was about to go inside anyway. It’s really hot out here. Why do you ask?”

“This is the seventh day in a row that you’ve been out here instead of in there,” Orlando explains as he gestures to the house. “How am I supposed to help you if you keep ignoring me?”

“You are helping me,” Viggo answers as he walks past Orlando and into the house. Once inside, he grabs a beer from the fridge and gladly downs the cool liquid.

“Viggo…”

“Fuck…shit, Orlando. Stop that!” Viggo begs as he wipes up the beer he spilled.

“I’m sorry. I can’t really help it…” Orlando bites his lip and eyes the older man carefully. How should he even begin to breach the topic that had been bothering him for weeks now?

“Did you need something?” Viggo asks as he tosses the soaked paper towels into the trash.

“…do you not want me here anymore?” the muse asks in a quite voice. Viggo stares at him in shock. Why would Orlando think such a thing?

“Of course I want you here! Why wouldn’t I? I love having you around.”

“But…it’s just. Lately you seem as if you don’t even want me around. Like you’re just waiting for me to say, ‘Well, it’s been fun, but I’m off now!’”

Viggo sighs and shakes his head. He had though that, being a muse, Orlando would know everything about him; know why he was being so distant. Apparently he had been wrong in that assumption. Suddenly Orlando is mere inches away from him, one hand idly playing with Viggo’s hair. Viggo bites back a groan. Orlando’s touch had been driving him crazy for a long time now, so much so that he would have to quickly excuse himself and go take care of the intense erection he suddenly sported.

“Orlando…I just.”

“Just what? Tell me. I’m here for you.”

Viggo shakes his head and steps away from Orlando. He brings his gaze up and stares into his muse’s chocolate depths. “No, you’re not.”

“Viggo, what—”

“Sooner or later you’ll be gone…and I can’t handle that. I don’t want to lose you.” With a sigh Viggo moves past Orlando and heads toward the stairs. He needs to be alone.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Viggo didn’t want to lose him? How had Orlando missed that bit of information? The young man stands in the kitchen with his face still a picture of pure shock. He’s not sure what he should do exactly. He wants to stay with Viggo, always has. But there’s no way that can happen. Muses and humans aren’t that common; actually, they aren’t common at all.

“What am I going to do?” Orlando asks himself sadly.

“What you want to do: stay with him.”

Orlando whirls around and the familiarly accented voice and smiles.

“Sean? What are you doing here?” Orlando asks as he runs and hugs his friend, Sean’s nakedness not even fazing him.

“Helping you, lad. Looks like you’re in a bit of trouble,” Sean replies with a grin. Orlando snorts in agreement.

“How’d you get here, you bastard? I thought what’s her name was keeping you under lock and key?”

“Jeanie, and she’s quite a lovely woman I’ll have you know,” Sean defends his human charge.

“Whatever, Bean. I still say that letting you out and about only when she’s exhausted from too much sex is just a little insane. I mean, come on! She has you repeat that damn word over and over again!” Orlando complains.

“What? ‘Strawberries?’ A lot of people like it when I say that word,” Sean replies with a grin. “But we’re getting off track. I’m here to help you.”

“Help me with what?” Orlando asks as he hops onto the counter.

“With your little love situation.”

“Sean, you know as well as I do that muses and humans don’t belong together. How would that ever work out? People would freak out!”

Sean chuckles and shakes his head at Orlando’s naiveté. Oh if only Orlando had read up on things like he's supposed to do.

“Orli,” Sean starts, “how did you ever get to be a muse while being so bloody ignorant?”

“What do you mean, Sean?” the younger man asks, very perplexed.

“You say this man…this artist…really loves you. At the same time you admit to yourself that you love him in return. So what’s the problem?”

“Hello, Sean! You and I aren’t exactly human. I can’t stay here forever, only as long as he needs me.”

“And what if he needs you forever?” Sean asks with a look on his face that says, ‘you never thought of that did you?’

Orli opens his mouth to reply but quickly shuts it. No, he had never thought of that; but in his defense, he never thought that a man would fall in love with him either. He sighs and kicks his legs back and forth, searching for something to say.

“Orli, there is a way you can stay with him if that’s what you really want,” Sean says as he lays a comforting hand on his friend’s shoulder.

“How?”

Sean sighs and sits himself in a chair. “You really need to study more.”

“Just tell me!” Orli begs.

Sean sighs and continues. He wants Orlando to be happy, but he still doesn’t want to lose him as a friend. Because if he decides that he really wants to stay with this man…this Viggo…then he can never come home. “You can stay, but you won’t be able to come back.”

“What do you mean?” the younger man asks.

“If you want to be with him you can’t be a muse anymore. No more powers, no more insight into people’s thoughts, no more anything. You’ll be just like one of them, as mortal as the next one.”

Orlando stares at his friend in disbelief. Leave his home forever? Leave his friends? Can he really do that? Does Viggo mean that much to him?

“Look, I’m not saying you have to decide now,” Sean starts as he gets up from his chair, “but think about it. The sooner you decide what’s best the better. No sense in driving yourself mad over this.”

“Are you leaving?” Orlando asks in surprise.

“Yeah, I can hear Jeanie’s voice in my head again. I think she’s looking for another round,” Sean replies with a laugh.

“You are so whipped.”

“You’re one to talk.” And with that, Sean disappears, leaving Orlando alone with his thoughts.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Viggo sat on his bed, pen in hand, trying desperately to write anything. Maybe Orlando was right. Maybe he had been being a little too avoidant lately; but he has good reason! He’s getting so used to the boy being around that he doesn’t want to lose him. Orlando did say that he would be here only as long as Viggo needed him. Lately, he had been pretty clear that he no longer needed his faithful muse. Who am I trying to fool? I love him.

Viggo sighs and writes down the question that’s been bothering him for weeks now: What if I need for you the rest of my life? He stares intently at the words, hoping some miracle solution will present itself.

*knock! knock!*

“Come in!” Viggo calls as he sets his notebook and pen aside. Orlando timidly walks in Viggo’s room and smiles. He can’t help but stare at the artist’s half naked form.

“Hey,” he whispers.

“Hey…why didn’t you just pop in here like you normally do?” Viggo asks, rather shocked that Orlando didn’t use his normal routine.

“I…uh…didn’t feel like it,” Orli replies. “Can I sit down?”

“Yeah sure. What’s going on?”

Orlando sits down and fusses with the hem of his shirt. He isn’t sure how to tell Viggo exactly.

“A friend of mine stopped by,” Orli begins.

“A friend? Another muse?” Viggo questions.

“Yeah. He…gave me some advice.”

“About what?” Viggo asks as he takes Orlando’s hand in his. The muse smiles as he looks at their joined hands. Gods that feels so right. He only hopes that Viggo accepts his decision…whichever it may be. For if he stayed with Viggo, he could no longer be his muse, he would also never see his friends and those he loves again. If he decided to leave, there would be no way he could continue to be Viggo’s muse. It would be too painful.

“I…I can’t be your muse anymore.”

“What? Why? What happened? Was it something I did?” Viggo panics.

“No. Nothing like that.”

“Then what?”

Orlando sighs and stares closely at Viggo. Viggo smiles back lovingly and strokes the boy’s face, making Orlando smile and lean in to the touch.

“You’re so beautiful,” Viggo whispers before he can stop himself. Before he knows it, he has pulled Orlando close to him and captures his lips in a passionate kiss. Orlando melts into kiss, opening his mouth to welcome Viggo’s tongue. The older man draws his muse closer and deepens this kiss, holding Orlando’s face tenderly, exploring his hot mouth.

They separate and Orlando stares at Viggo in amazement. Did that really just happen? He feels his heart flutter with excitement and hope and smiles wider.

“So that’s what it feels like…” Orlando whispers, out of breath.

“First time?” Viggo asks.

“Yeah…wow.” Orlando’s confession makes Viggo smile even wider. For some reason, being this man’s first just means so much to him. He continues to caress Orlando’s face, unconsciously pulling him down over his own body.

“Viggo…”

“Shh.” With that Viggo kisses Orlando once more before setting to work on removing the boy’s shirt. He had a taste of those lips; now he wants to taste his entire body. Once the offending garment is removed, Viggo flips them over so he was on top. Orlando sighs and lets his body relax, enjoying the feel of his artist worshipping his body like this. He lets out a small yelp as Viggo sucks and nips at his hot flesh, taking time to tease his nipples.

“Please, Viggo. I need to feel you.”

“And you will.”
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Orlando writhes under Viggo’s touch, the older man sucking on his painfully hard erection. He bucks his hips upward, trying to get more contact, wanting to feel so much more. Viggo lets his teeth lightly graze along the swollen flesh before hallowing his cheeks and sucking as hard as he can.

“Oh fuck! Viggo please!”

Viggo smiles and let’s his lover’s cock slide from his mouth. He leans over Orlando, letting their erections glide together as he searches his desk for his bottle of lube. Orlando bites his lip and tries to suppress a groan. If Viggo doesn’t hurry, he’s going to explode.

“You done this before?” Viggo asks as he slicks two fingers with the just discovered lube.

“Um…never w-with a human,” Orli chokes out. “What is that?”

Viggo smiles and inserts one of his fingers inside his muse’s tight body. “Something to help ease the way.” With those final words, he sets to work on preparing his lover, adding a second finger when he feels the lithe body relax. He thrusts them in and out, scissoring them so he will easily fit inside. A quick curl of his fingers sends Orlando crying out and arching up off the bed. Viggo smirks.

“What was that!?” Orlando panics.

“Your prostate,” he replies with another curl, making the younger man moan loudly. “I think you’re ready.”

Viggo removes his fingers and reaches for the bottle once again. He lubes up his cock and positions himself at Orlando’s entrance. Slowly he inches his way inside, giving his lover all the time he needs to adjust. When Orlando wraps his legs around Viggo’s body, he takes it as his cue to go on. He gently begins to rock his hips, thrusting his length in and out of Orli’s tight heat.

“Oh fuck, Orlando…you’re so tight…so good.”

“Harder. Please…” Orlando begs as he tightens his legs around his lover. Viggo nods and grabs Orlando’s hips, picking up his pace and pounding into the hot body. Orlando moans and starts to move his hips in counterpoint, meeting the artist’s thrust with equal fervor. Viggo swiftly changes the angle so he hits Orli’s prostate with every inward thrust, causing the young man to scream in pleasure and beg for more.

“FUCK! Touch me, please! I’m so close…need to come…please.”

Viggo complies, bringing one hand up to wrap around Orlando’s painfully hard erection. He fists it roughly, squeezing ever so slightly, wanting to feel his lover come undone. Orlando whimpers and pushes into Viggo’s hand, his orgasm quickly approaching. The older man can feel his muse’s inner muscles tighten around his hard shaft.

“Come for me, Orlando. Let me feel you.” Viggo’s words are all the encouragement that Orlando needs. He comes loudly, crying out Viggo’s name, spilling his essence all over their bodies. Viggo struggles to maintain his even pace, but loses control and soon achieves his own release.

“ORLANDO!” Viggo comes deep inside the younger man’s body, riding out his orgasm until the last possible moment. He collapses onto Orlando’s body, panting heavily. Both men are utterly spent, feeling as though they have achieved some higher state of being.

“That…was amazing,” Orlando breathes.

“You’re amazing,” Viggo replies with a kiss. He reaches over and grabs his long forgotten shirt, cleaning the both of them. Tossing it aside, he carefully eases out of Orlando’s body and lies next to him, pulling him close. He places a kiss to Orlando’s damp curls and sighs. I love you so much They lay in silence, listening to each other’s breathing settle as the minutes pass.

“Viggo?”

“Yes, angel?”

“I…I can’t go back,” he finally admits.

“What?”

Orlando leans up so he can look into Viggo’s eyes. “To where I came from…I can’t go back.”

“Why? What happened? Oh no, it’s my fault isn’t it?” Viggo asks in fear. He ruined Orlando’s chance of going home, of being with those he loves.

Orlando smiles, “Yes, it is your fault.”

Viggo stares back heartbroken. He just ruined everything.

“It’s your fault because you love me.”

“How did…you’re right. I do love you,” Viggo admits out loud. Orlando smiles and bends down to kiss him gently.

“I love you too.”

“You do?” Viggo asks in amazement.

Orlando nods.

“But what do you mean then…that you can’t go back?”

“Because I’m staying here…with you…as a mortal,” Orlando explains. “When you made love to me, and after when you said that you loved me, I knew I had to stay.”

“But I never…” Viggo remembers Orlando's ability and stops, smiling and then laughing out loud. “So…this is real? You’re here and you won’t go away?”

“You’re stuck with me now,” Orli replies with a smile. Viggo grabs him and pulls him down for another tantalizing kiss, showing how deeply and truly happy he is.

“I love you so much, Orlando.”

“Love you too, Viggo.”