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Title: Killing Loneliness

Rating: R, maybe a PG-13 for now.

Author: Lila or Zorro, whichever you'd rather type.

Summary: Orlando is still single a year after his breakup with Kate due to sexuality problems. While he is calling up Viggo to see if he can visit during a break in filming he sees a video countdown and is completely enchanted with both the frontman and the song. When he decides he must meet this dark angelic being at a concert for his band, H.I.M, he has no idea what he's gotten himself into. Or does he.........

Warnings: Dirty Mouths, Mpreg later on, hot sexy smut later, bashing of muffins, general wierdness, no Beta.

Disclaimer: Don't Own, Don't Know, Don't Sue. You know the drill.

A/N: Ville Valo is the frontman of the aforementioned band H.I.M. They are from Finland and play pretty damn well, if you want to look them up. Set in 2003-04  The title is a song off one of their albums, Dark Light, so not mine. Hope you enjoy. Please comment, it's what I breathe.

http://community.livejournal.com/vigorli/760247.html- Chapter One

Quick Author's Notes: There will be vigorli in this story, and all the single words without quotes around them are just to show actions. Kerrang is a music magazine. I'm very sorry if the chapter sucks, I was trying to get the juices flowing again.

Ding.

Ding.

Ding, ding ding!

Viggo jumped awake, the bell interrupting one of the best dreams he'd had in a while. Oh, well, it didn't really matter when the source of the pleasure was standing on his doorstep anyway.  One whole week with his Orli, two if the weather stayed shitty.

DING!

"I'm coming! Wait up a minute!" He pulled the handle and was nearly flattened by a wall or hyper British boy slamming into him. "Hey baby!"

"Viggo! Man, I'm happy to see you. I've got great news!"

"What is it? You don't want to try anything too kinky in bed do you? You know you get too carried away when we role-"

"No Vig, even better than that! I've got two tickets for the best band on the planet!" Viggo's eyes widened.

"Don't even think for one second that I am going to another Manson concert! We both ended up in the emergency room remember? Someone practically scalped you in the pit."

"No, not Manson, I go with Elijah when he's got time. I was talking about H.I.M, and they are awesome! I can't believe I've never heard of them! I mean, Ville's plastered all over Kerrang all the time, and they are totally huge practically everywhere in Europe. I've been completely blind!" The brown-haired man was almost jumping in ectsasy. Viggo had rarely seen him this excited about something, especially a band, and wasn't really sure what to say except....

"Ville? Who's Ville?"

"He's the singer! And he's absolutely gor-" Orlando cut himself off. He'd nearly let spill he secret crush to his boyfriend. No, he couldn't do that, it had to stay a secret.

"He's what?"

"Never mind, but that's not even the bestest part," he started speaking quickly and tried to save face by using the little kid words he knew Viggo loved," I even got back stage passes! We can go and meet the guys, and like, hang out and stuff after the concert. Before too! Awesome right?"

"Uh, yeah baby. Um, when is it?"

"Tonight! Oh crap!" Orlando smacked his forehead and began to run to Viggo's bedroom shouting back, "You have nothing to wear do you?! You can't go in normal clothes! H.I.M is practically goth!" Viggo only heard muffled yelling now that Orlando had entered his room, and was probably digging through his closet searching for a pair of black jeans. Of which he had never owned a pair. Noticing only now that he had never closed the door, he shut it and went towards his room when his boyfriend came pelting back out.

"What are you doing? Get in the car, we have to buy you something decent! Go, go, we've only got two hours!" Orlando put his hands on Viggo's chest and was in danger of shoving him to the ground when he realized something. Standing about a foot in front of his man, he quickly pondered his idea, Viggo getting a bit uneasy as he was scrutinized in an almost accusing way by the brunette.

"Are we going now?" Orlando sighed and nodded as he opened the door again and walked a bit down the hot Californian street to their car. He waited for Viggo to hit unlock the doors and got in, then rolled down the window as they pulled out.

"What's up?" He snapped back into reality.

"Oh, um, I was wondering if I should get a pair of leather pants. Do you thi-"

"No. We are going to watch a band play, not have everyone watch me screw you. Do you know what leather pants would do to me? I have enough trouble controlling myself around you as it is!" Giving the boy a quick peck on the cheek, he smiled at Orlando's almost-confused puppy face.

"Really? I never thought of myself that way." Everything went quiet again, but this time it was a bit more comfortable.

'Oh well, Viggo doesn't need to know I was thinking of putting make-up on him' thought Orlando.