vigorli

Okay, so this is another word prompt fic, but it takes place after the angsty fics that I posted last week. I have NZ fics and some random stuff as well, but I liked this one and its still so... I've done a bunch of fics that are phone calls lately...

Title: 2. Blood
Author: Ranmaru
Rating: PG-13
Summary: While on location, Viggo gets a call. A happy one this time!!!
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, just playing.

“I cut myself.”

Viggo tucked the phone between his ear and shoulder and continued stirring the chicken soup while sprinkling in some parsley. “How bad?”

“Blood everywhere.”

“What did you cut?”

“My thumb.”

“How did you cut your thumb?” Viggo rolled his eyes anticipating this conversation was going to be more about Orlando’s need for drama even a continent away, rather than a need to hear his lover’s voice. Either way was fine with Viggo.

“The onion slipped.”

“I see. The onion slipped and the knife found your thumb instead.”

“Exactly. I almost died.”

“Sounds serious.”

“Entire pints were just gushing out. It was like a Tarantino film in my kitchen.”

Viggo wiped his now herb-free hand on his shirt and wrapped his fingers around the receiver. He tilted his head to the other side to stretch his neck muscles. “Did you cry?”

“No, but I might have discovered some new and unique ways of combining various curse words.”

“Where was Sidi?”

“He barked at me after the first ‘fuck’ then made a run for it.”

“Did you clean it?”

“I’m not an idiot, Viggo.”

“If that’s true then you also used the Neosporin I stocked in the medicine cabinet after your last brush with death while attempting to peel potatoes.” There was silence from Orlando’s side of the line. Viggo grinned. “Idiot.”

“Fuck off,” came the grumbled reply. “I’m going to buy those plasters with the ointment already on them. Liv said she likes those.”

“Sounds like a good idea. How you didn’t cut off your hands during Rings still amazes me.”

“I’m canceling my ticket.”

Viggo dropped the wooden stirring spoon into the pot. “What?”

“I bought a ticket to fly over to see you and here you are making fun of me. I’m hurt. I don’t think I can travel in this despondent frame of mind while injured.”

Vigo ignored the rather eloquent speech except for the very first sentence. “You’re coming to see me?”

“Not anymore.”

“Orlando, please.” Viggo didn’t like sounding so needy but it had been over a month since he’d last seen his lover, and before that there had been four years of only watching him on the television screen and three heart-wrenching phone calls.

“Yes, you daft man, I’m coming to see you. Did you honestly think I’d let you out of my sight for the entire filming? I just got you back and I’ve rediscovered my raging libido much to my dog’s disgust. Sidi has stopped sleeping with me, by the way. I’m going to have to start masturbating in the bathroom from now on.”

“When?”

“Probably tonight. I miss sleeping with him.”

“When are you coming to Budapest?” Viggo said slowly and evenly while his heart raced and his groin tingled.

“Oh, my flight leaves at six in the morning on Friday. Six in the morning. Which means I have to be at LAX at four. That has to be a sign of true love, I swear. Astin and Christine are going to watch Sidi. The girls are excited.”

“It…” Viggo swallowed, amazed that he was having trouble speaking. It wasn’t as though it had been years since… “It will be good to see you,” he finally managed, the words scraping the walls of his throat.

“Yeah.” Viggo could hear the smile in Orlando’s voice, especially when the younger man said, “You have to take me to that fairy tale castle. Isabella told me all about it. She said I could be a princess.”

“A wounded princess.” Viggo absently wiped at his eyes and plucked the spoon up to continue stirring. “When you get here I’ll kiss it and make it better.”

“It’s not my finger I want your lips kissing.”

“Your ass?”

“Close.”

“I’ll put all of the knives away.”

“And buy condoms. Lots of condoms. As a matter of fact, I want to see it a mention of it in the tabloids about it. ‘Sex-crazed former Rings star lays in year supply of condoms while filming in Budapest.’”

“I have people to do that,” Viggo said with a grin.

“You’re no fun. I’ll stuff my carry-on with them. Watch them go through the X-ray machine at the airport.”

“Orli.”

“Oh god, no. What if the radiation affects them? I’ll get cancer of the dick! Ah! You’ll get cancer of the ass!”

Viggo leaned against the counter as he laughed.

“This is serious Viggo!”

“I’ll buy the condoms. You just get here so we can use them.”

“Since I’m injured, I get to top first. It’s only fair.”

“Whatever you say, as long as you’re here.”

“I can work with that.”

Viggo sighed as he heard the line disconnect. “I’m counting on it.”

The End