vigorli

Title: Living After
Author: Windress
Pairing: VM/OB, JD/OB
Rating: G (implied Slash)
Beta: None, so be gentle!
Warnings: nada, except maybe the most tasteful of implications to slash ;-)
Disclaimer: In my head it's true... in reality, I own nothing *Sob!*
Summary: Drabble-fic. Johnny and Viggo come to terms.
Archive: Mirrormere, Orlando_slash, Vigorli (If you desire to archive it, E-mail me!)
Feedback: I would Love you forever if you did!!
A/N: This popped into my head I don't know how long ago, and so I jotted it down. Only just recently got to cleaning it up, and now I present it to you. woo!

Living After

"Johnny! Oh man, Mate, there's someone you gotta meet!"

Viggo Mortensen chuckled quietly as he watched Orlando drag Johnny Depp towards him, his long fingers entertwined in the other actor's. Depp was neither resisting nor commiting himself to following the young man, and Viggo read bemusement in his expression. Johhny was smart enough to know when to lean back and let Orli take him for a ride. He felt maybe they shared that trait.

Viggo watched as Orlando approached him, his mouth wide and smiling and dimpled, dark eyes glinting with flecks of hazel as he peered at him through loose curls. Viggo found himself getting distracted... how many times had he wished he were the thick tendrils of those curls, soft tips carressing Orlando's face in an act of reverence?

The hand on his shoulder brought Viggo back to himself, and he blinked.

"Johnny, this is Viggo Mortensen! Viggo, you know Johnny Depp, right? Man, between you two mates, it's been like working with Gods, y'know?" Orli's eyes were shfting between the two men quickly enough to slide his curls across his forehead, and Viggo saw his pupils were wide with adoration. The older man grinned, feeling his cheeks heat at the praise lavished upon him. Johnny was merely smirking, eyes on Viggo. His fingers was still holding onto Orlando's, and Viggo felt the urge to lay his hands on the younger actor in a way that usurped Depp's control. He gave in to the urge.

Orli cut off from his profuse praise of the two actors when Viggo wrapped an arm over his shoulder and drug the slimmer man into his side, pushing his fingers through dark, curly hair in an affectionate motion, "Alright, Prissy Elf, that's quite enough. My ego is big enough without you adding to it." He smiled, satisfied when Orli laughed and wrapped his long arms around him in a hug, responding,

"Well, it's not like people could tell by your hygeine, Filthy Human!"

Viggo mock-growled, and Orlando laughed again, slipped out from under the larger man's arm and sprinted away, calling, "Eric! Eric, I see you!" Viggo followed him with his eyes before returning his attention to Johnny. He was mildly surprised to find the Pirates of the Caribbean star watching his retreating costar as well, and some of his humor smoothed into neutrality. Johnny turned back to him and they shared a long gaze.

"Mortensen," Johnny finally spoke an acknowledgement, tipping his head.

Viggo slowly leaned back against the wall he'd straightened from when Orlando had come up to him, nodding, "Depp. How's it been?"

Johnny's perfect, symmetrical lips twitched, "...It's been a trip."

Viggo couldn't help but grin slightly. "I'm not surprised." He realized his voice rang with a tone of authority, as if he were a specialist in the 'Orlando Bloom Space Trip' experience. The Dane's eyes searched out his former co-star as he thought about that.

'I did have him for two years...' His lip curled slightly higher, both at how Orlando hung on Eric like he was a tree trunk, and at the satisfaction of his supremacy.

Have Him. Yes, that'd been exactly what it was. From the moment the azure-contact eyes had met his, Viggo had gotten all of Orlando. First, it'd been the unnerving beauty of his character, then in sudden turn about, the older actor had been introduced to the twitch-motion of Orli's constant exuberance. The kid was a force, and Viggo had gladly held on for the ride.

Viggo could remember long lashes dipping in flirtation, the unconscious smile that always seem the sweetest when Orli wanted to hide it. He remembered standing in the New Zealand storm and feeling thick mud between his toes as a water-logged Orlando backed him up against his jeep and licked the taste of raindrops off his lips. The Brit had smelled of body heat and minerals, and the two days spent in a cabin with Beanie while they waited out a flood. How could Viggo not have kissed him back?

And then Viggo had what was promised to him in lingering looks and too-long hug. He'd had his hands on Narrow hips, and russet nipples that peaked into hard kernels beneath his tongue. He'd had the flavor of unrestrained Orli, and shouts that echoed in his ears far longer than they did the walls of his temporary home. Standing there, in a crowded room of people and slouched against the wall, Viggo still felt his cock twitch with the memory of how Orlando's flushed face looked at the height of passion. No less restrained than it ever was, he realized... but unrestrained in an entirely different way.

Which is why Viggo had never been hurt by his and Orli's parting. Even now, faced with the unspoken but inherant knowledge that Johnny Depp was laying claim to what he once had... Viggo felt no pain.

When filming in New Zealand began to draw to a close, he had fancied himself not ready for what was beyond because he didn't think Orlando would be ready either. He had clutched the smaller man all that much tighter, and the Brit had showered him with as much attention as those final days would allow. Viggo had finally spoken the words into Orlando's curling mohawk, laying entwined with his naked body on a lounge chair at the younger man's beach condo. The sun turned Orli's skin almond, a flavor Viggo believed he could also taste in the crook of the boy's neck. Orlando had gone very still, arms tightening a fraction, before swiveling his head to meet the smokey eyes of his American lover. Viggo remembered looking back into his eyes and seeing nothing more than he'd ever saw there before. He realized then that Orlando had always been prepared; always been ready. He breathed easier, and Orli had smiled in the slow, sweet way that couldn't be hidden by any long mop of curls at that time. Viggo's heart had constricted, and he said, "I do love you."

"I know Vig," Orlando's long lashes were gold tipped from the sun, the same back then as they were now, "and that won't change for either of us, ever."

Viggo had kissed him, imagined he'd tasted almond, and sunk into far more alluring heat than the sun.

And now, staring at Johnny with an intensity that bordered on a challenge, Viggo recognized the fact that Orli had kept his word. He had loved him, and loved him still. And Viggo, like Johhnny, knew that was enough.

"They're already talking about a sequel, you know." Johnny's quiet words cut into Viggo's thoughts, dragging his attention back to the slim, intelligent eyed man before him. The comment sounded as though it were offered to comfort, and Viggo gazed at him for a long time in silence.

"yeah... Orli told me." He tilted his head and gave a final perusal of the other man, his features smooth with inner peace. "..you know, if you hurt him, I will kill you."

Johnny smiled then, revealing that he still wore one of Jack's gold tooth caps. His eyes seemed to reflect their own satisfaction as he spoke,

"I know."

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