Alegría - Joy update

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Title: Alegría - Joy
Chapter: 2/14 + Epilogue
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando
Rating: NC-17 overall, I think.
Author:obvmluver
Beta: by the lovely tularia
Disclaimer:I don't know these men, wish I did. This is FICTION, ppl. Not even intended to be true.
Summary: Abuse can wreak havoc in our souls. Can Orlando find a way out?
Feedback: is appreciated



Chapter 1 can be found here.




The flight from London to Boise, Idaho through New York was nearly half an hour late. The reason for that was a storm near London that made flying a lot more difficult. After getting his luggage Orlando immediately dug out his cell phone and called Viggo, who had come to get him despite his birthday party.

The VIP-lounge was empty except for Viggo when Orlando stepped in. He dropped his bag onto the floor and practically jumped into Viggo’s arms to hug him. “I missed you, Filthy Human.” he said softly.

“Just like I missed you.”

“Did I already tell you you’re crazy to leave your own party to get me? I could have hailed a taxi for myself.”

“Yeah, maybe. You already said ‘yes’. Besides... Company is always nice, right?”

“True. Shall we?”

Viggo took Orlando’s bag and showed him a safe way out. “Are you hungry? I’m sure you still haven’t learned to enjoy the meals they serve during flights.”

“You’re clairvoyant as well?” Orlando asked astonished.

Viggo laughed. “Not really. That was... a wild guess.” Viggo grinned.

They decided to stop in one of Viggo’s favourite places. It was a peaceful place where they could eat their snacks undisturbed. It was slightly weird for Orlando since he had gotten so used to the ever present horde of fans and autograph hunters only to realize some moron was making money with a few scribbled words.

“Um...Viggo? Aren’t we in a hurry? Is it possible to eat while driving?”

“Don’t worry. Henry promised to entertain the guests while I’m gone. I asked him to tell them I’ve driven here to get you. I’m sure the others will understand.”

Orlando looked Viggo in the eyes for a moment, then he smiled.

When they finally arrived at the ranch, it was nearly dark. Lights were on in Viggo’s big house and on the porch as well. Orlando had barely gotten out of the car when he was tackled to the ground. “Viggo! Help!” he yelled playfully when he realized he was outnumbered.

“Would it have been possible to let Orlando make himself at home here before your attack?” Viggo finally asked digging Orlando out of a Hobbit pile. His tone of voice made Elijah, Dom and Billy let go but he was wearing a broad smile on his face. Everything felt like nothing had ever changed, that they still were in New Zealand.

The sudden attack had knocked the wind out of Orlando’s lungs and he stood back up on wobbly legs brushing dry leaves off of his clothes.

“Are you alright?” Dom asked slightly worried.

“Yeah. You lot just knocked the wind out of me, that’s all.”

“Oh, good. I thought something happened to you.”

Orlando smiled at his friends and hit Dom in the back of his head. “Stop scaring me.”

Viggo had returned back inside and was hanging his coat in the rack when Orlando stepped in. “Where have you taken my stuff?”

“To the guest bedroom at the end of the hallway.” Viggo pointed to the room behind him with his thumb.

“Good.” Orlando relaxed in the warm entryway and took his jacket off.

After stepping into a more spacious room Orlando noticed the house already was full of people. Henry was pushing his way through the crowd and threw himself in Orlando’s arms, hugging him tightly and butting their heads.

“Shit, Henry! Long time no see.”

“Likewise, Bloom.”

“God, you’ve grown!”

“And you have stayed the same.”

Viggo was following the exchange from afar, a smile on his face. A strange feeling seeped into him, like things had always been the way he saw them now. That thought scared him because it felt wrong.
And he didn’t even have time for those kinds of thoughts. Most likely the warm feeling was one-sided, after all. He tried to push the thoughts deep inside his mind never to be thought again although it proved to be difficult. The doorbell rang indicating yet another friend was trying to get in. Viggo walked to the door and Hugo stepped in, his nose slightly red. They hugged, exchanged a few words and soon burst out laughing.

Orlando had just poured himself a glass of orange juice and taken two grapes when he stopped in his tracks, frozen. The voice he heard was frighteningly familiar. It brought back tons of unwanted memories. He swallowed audibly, took a step forward and peeked around a corner to make sure. Orlando walked out of the kitchen, his glass of juice in hand. He was nervous and nauseous, so much that he was trembling. It might not have shown on the outside but he could feel it. He felt it was better to lower the glass onto a table. Carefully he looked up trying to find Viggo but only saw the pair of eyes he hated the most and a nauseating smile.

“Orli...Elf Boy. How wonderful to see you again!” Hugo said in a slightly pretentious voice. Orlando felt like vomiting.

He quickly scanned his friends and to his horror he was expected to hug Hugo. With trepidation he took a step forward and the next thing he knew a pair of hands were travelling all over his body and wrapped around. One hand was firmly placed on his buttock.

“Is this what you missed?” A poisonous hiss escaped Orlando’s lips. It was so quiet the others couldn’t make out the words, only hear the tone. Hugo pretended to look confused, shrugged and was pretending to be wondering what was wrong with Orlando. “Me? My body? My submission?” Now Orlando said it aloud. That’s when Hugo got furious. He hit Orlando in his face so hard he lost his balance and flew against the wall, side-first. The fright was so big he fell to his knees on the floor.

“I told you not to say a word, you little shit!” Hugo was just about to kick him when Orlando scrambled up with obvious difficulty. He backed away on wobbly legs and knocked over a small wooden chair by accident as he hurried away fighting against tears.

Viggo had seen everything, even where Hugo’s hand had been. But somehow he hadn’t thought it to be anything serious. A full chaos was on. Hugo feebly tried to defend himself. No such luck. The other guests had only reacted by what they had now seen. No one knew the background of the situation.

Viggo quietly walked to Orlando’s door and knocked.

“Lock the door, please.” Orlando sobbed quietly.

Viggo leaned against the door after coming in and tried to comprehend what had taken place. His heart melted as he saw Orlando sitting at the foot of the bed crying, his head buried in his hands. He was coughing because his wind had been knocked out twice that day.

“Would you...tell me what happened?”

“Isn’t that obvious? I’m sorry I ruined your party. I didn’t expect to meet...” Inconsolable sobs filled the room. “Luckily my bag is still packed...”

“Hey. No need to get ahead of things. Tell me what happened.” Viggo coaxed gently, sitting beside Orlando.

“It’s a long story. You don’t have time to listen to me. Fuck!” Orlando had touched his lower lip with his thumb by accident and it stung. The tip of his finger was stained in blood. Sighing he tried to collect himself.

Viggo had nearly given up on ever hearing the story and was about to stand up when Orlando started.

“It’s been years. We were shooting the Council of Elrond scenes. Hugo treated me oddly at first but I found out later on that he had an ulterior motive. He wanted to destroy me, harm me someway. I had decided to be extra careful around him but somewhere there I slipped. Hugo used the opportunity and cornered me to a place I had no escape out. I was scared shitless. And then it happened. I can’t remember what happened exactly, only glimpses here and there. I may have lost consciousness, I don’t know. All I remember is that Hugo was lying on top of me. He...” Orlando cut himself short. Nausea hit like lightning.

“He... did what?” Viggo asked, wishing Orlando would confirm his suspicions.

“Hugo used me... a few times. And now... something in me wanted to get rid of that humiliation. On your birthday no less...” Orlando whispered and started sobbing again. “I’ve wanted to believe that Hugo is jealous. He once told me something...that he couldn’t tolerate people who looked like I do. I didn’t understand what looks had to do with anything. Is there something so wrong with me? Is there?”

“No. Believe me. There is nothing wrong with you. You are beautiful, inside and out. Trust me on this.”

Orlando wiped his wet cheeks and finally looked at Viggo. He didn’t say a word, only stared. “Please, don’t tell the others unless you have to.” Viggo nodded and smiled. “I want to do it myself.” Orlando said and moved back to sit against the wall.

“Food will soon be ready. I wish you’d come eat with us. You don’t have to. I understand if you don’t.”

“I will...but I want to be alone for a while.” Orlando said.

Viggo searched for Orlando’s hand and took it in his own. “We’ll wait for you.”

Orlando answered with a nod. Slowly his gaze was drawn to their joined hands.

It felt nice after the ordeal, after all the memories. Viggo’s touch was gentle and miraculous in every way. It was warm. He was just about to place his other hand on Viggo’s, but Viggo let go and stood up, walking to the door. In that instant Orlando was filled with loneliness, something he had never felt before.

When Viggo came back out everyone wanted to know what the scene had been about. He searched for Hugo with his eyes but couldn’t find him. “Where’s Hugo?” he asked in a calm voice but his eyes betrayed him.

“He just left, cursing.” Henry answered. “How’s Orli?”

“Okay considering what just happened. At least that’s what I figured.” Viggo sighed and went to the kitchen to check out the food. He did NOT want to answer any questions about Orlando.

Viggo felt like he wanted to smash something or scream. He wanted to cry. Orlando hadn’t deserved it. He sat down and spaced off staring at the roast in the oven.
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Orlando came out of his room and almost immediately the others started to bombard him with questions. Telling the others was hard. He was ashamed even though he didn’t go into details. He felt it was better to tell straight away. The others had seen so much after all. Why hide? To Orlando’s luck people seemed to understand. It made Orlando feel a bit better. Orlando headed into the kitchen to fetch his glass of juice and the two grapes he had taken earlier. He stopped at the doorway to look at Viggo, deep in thought in front of the oven.

“Hey...I just wanted... to thank you...”

Viggo looked up upon hearing Orlando’s voice. “What for?”

“That you...came in... I’m so ashamed.” Orlando lowered his gaze to the floor.

Viggo stood up and with two strides he reached Orlando. Carefully he hugged him. Orlando closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against Viggo’s neck. He stood there unmoving, breathing deeply. “Would you like a bag of ice to put against your cheek?” Viggo asked after a long silence.

“The damage is already done, I’m afraid.” Orlando whispered back his warm breathing tickling Viggo’s skin.

“Let me clean that up.”

Orlando took a step back and looked into Viggo’s eyes. “I...I don’t want you to clean this on your birthday. Henry! Bring that crown down!” The partially dried up wound was ripped open again. Orlando hissed and touched his lip with the tip of his tongue.

“It would make me feel better if you let me...”

Orlando smiled shyly and nodded. “Whatever.”

Viggo took out some antiseptic from the medicine cabinet along with a napkin. He returned to the table, sat down and pulled Orlando with him. “This may sting a little.” he said wetting the napkin. Orlando agreed with a nod.

Henry stopped short of the kitchen door when he saw his father and a good friend sitting at the table. There was a small smile on Viggo’s lips. He couldn’t see Orlando’s expression. All he needed to know was there in his father’s eyes. Henry leaned against the doorframe and looked at them, still holding the papery crown.

Viggo was exploring the deep brown eyes in front of him. The more he looked into them, the more the different nuances were visible. He never had had an opportunity to look at them closely in New Zealand. Orlando looked back with the same intensity. They both nearly jumped out of their skins as the beeper in the oven told them that roast was ready. Henry laughed out loud at the shocked and confused expression on his father’s face and Orlando nearly fell off the stool.

Viggo took a deep breath and tried to calm his rapidly beating heart down. He put his mittens on and pulled the roast out. Orlando had turned to the table and tried to sort out the thoughts in his mind. Suddenly he had found it too hard to turn away from the intense gaze. He was hooked in Viggo’s stormy eyes. In fact he was hooked with the man who owned them. He had no idea what he was supposed to be thinking. A deep sigh escaped his lips and pressed his forehead on the cool surface of the table. All the feelings that had taken him over had come unannounced. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined himself in this situation. Viggo hadn’t either.

“Dad. The crown...” Henry reminded. Viggo looked at his son for a moment before sighing and giving in. “Orlando...” Henry said getting his attention. Orlando turned around, stood up and took the crown. His hands were shaking.

“You okay?” Viggo asked slightly worried. “Yeah...but because of the things happened tonight it feels like I’m involving you.” He shook his head, chuckled nervously and pressed the papery ornament on Viggo’s hair. Then he backed away joining the others.