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Proof that staring too long at nipple of Heaven will inspire ficcage!~

Title: Forgiveness (pt 1 of 2)

Author: Elfin Obsession

Disclaimer: V/O slashiness will most likely ensue. This is a fiction, not for profit. Just a bit of fun. I own no one. I make no claims/assumptions/insinuations about anyone's real life.

Summary: Vig makes a mistake that costs him Orli and the lads try to set it right. Takes place in Hawaii, because that's where the Dom is! I dunno...

 

Vig stood watching the baggage wheel go round and round, a bland look on his face. He had no idea how long he’d been there, his mind wandering as his own luggage passed by him again and again. It had been what one, two years since he’d last seen Orlando? He guessed catching the clip of him from the Oscars on the tv news channel they played in a non-stop loop at the gate while he waited for his plane didn’t really count. He’d looked so...alone?

His reverie was broken by laughter and the warm familiarity of Dom’s voice as a scruffy face appeared on his shoulder. "Hey-ya! I hate to tell you this mate but your bags aren’t going to just jump off of there themselves."

Vig turned and gave him half a smile. "You sure about that half-pint?"

Dom gave him a quick snog and then reached for the older man’s well traveled bags. "I’d offer you a pound for your thoughts but considering the answer would involve Orli, it’s takes all the fun out of it."

Vig reached to take the bags but the Hobbit swung them from his reach. "You’re my guest. Thanks again for coming out. Hawaii is amazingly boring with no one to play with."

"I find it hard to believe you haven’t made new friends on set. Isn’t it a large cast?"

Dom turned his head just enough to let the sadness in his eyes show. "There’s friends and then there’s mates. I miss me mates."

Vig reached out and rubbed his back. "I’m one to talk, I can’t make it through the day without calling Beanie. Thanks for having me out. I needed a break."

"Ah, the life of the adored artist, champagne receptions every night, pretentious people blah-blahing over the existentialism and realism and whatever else they say."

Vig grinned. "Exactly. Actually, I’m back to being boring old waiting around the set waiting to be needed Vig."

"Would it help cheer you up if I told you that’s one ugly ass shirt you are wearing?"

He couldn’t help but laugh. "I got this shirt when I made Psycho. I’m proud of this shirt."

"Vigs, I love you. But, when you make a film called Psycho and they offer you clothing, just say no."

"I could have worn something from Texas Chainsaw."

"That’s it. I’m taking you to the shops."

His eyes lit up. "Hawaiian shirts?"

Dom grumbled. "If I had a free hand, I’d be covering my face right now." He lead Vig outside to the hardtop jeep he was leasing. "This is it, luv."

"Wow, it’s... fancy."

"I can strap 4 boards to the top and that’s all that matters."

Vig slid into the front seat, more then a little disappointed that Orli wasn’t waiting in the car. "Are you still trying to kill yourself with that crazy sport."

Dom chuckled. "The King of King’s takes one dinger upside the head and he won’t play anymore. Do you know how pathetic you are?"

"It’s not pathetic it’s wise. So, where is everyone? Am I the last one in?"

"Yeah. Beanie rented a car and he and Bills drove in yesterday morning and Lij came in late last night. Good thing Beanie thought ahead. He was a luv and picked him up for me, seeing as Bills and I were well pissed by then."

Vig noted that Orli wasn’t included in the list and suddenly he was too embarrassed to ask. After all he shouldn’t assume just because Dom and Orli were once stuck together like super glue that Orli would be there.

Dom hoped the smirk on his face wasn’t noticeable, it was far too fun to watch Vig go silent when he purposely didn’t mention Orli’s name. "I’m renting us a place on the North Shore, here in Maui. Less tourists, mostly private, great surf. You’ll love it. The closest town is Paia and it’s full of Viggo people."

"What the hell are Viggo people?" He raised a brow.

"Shoeless artist types mate, you’ll fit right in, even if you are haole."

"Dom, I barely understood you when you spoke English."

"Aw, sorry mate. Means white man, non islander. Seriously, I hope you brought some sun screen. Can you believe they won’t let me tan for the show? I’m stuck on a bleeding island, shouldn’t I have a tan?"

Vig listened with one ear as Dom continued on in Domspeak, talking about only God knew what. At least Beanie would be there to help with his sanity. He loved his Hobbity brethren but the truth was he’d only agreed to this trip clinging to the small hope that Orlando could break away and join them. He’d known it was a long shot, Orli was working harder then the lot of them put together. He sighed a little when Dom parked the car in front of one of the shops in the town they were passing through.

"Sorry mate, I have a list of things to pick up. The lads wanted a cookout tonight and of course I didn’t shop right. Have a look round."

Vig nodded and slipped from the jeep, aimlessly wandering past the brightly colored store fronts. It was a quaint town, even if it looked a bit like it had been painted by Easter Bunnies on acid. The buildings themselves had a friendly feel. He was about to turn around and head back to the car when an object in a storefront window caught his eye. It was a sharks tooth necklace that fairly screamed Orli’s name. The tooth was anchored in delicate silver bonds to a marbled black bead that hung from a black leather thong, intricately carved silver sleeves were threaded over the thong to cover the front of the wearers neck. It was a little cheesy, not very costly and oh so Orlando. He slipped inside and bought it, even though he had no idea when he’d ever be able to present it to him. He’d just missed his Birthday. He couldn’t very well just mail it off to him when they were barely casual friends anymore. He slipped the small tissue wrapped packet into his front jeans pocket and waived away the bag the saleslady offered. He killed the rest of his time leaning against the jeep and smoking a cigarette. He hoped the brat was at least buying beer.

Inside the store Dom flipped open his cell and punched in Bean’s number, making sure things were still on schedule. Yes, Lij and Bills had Orli out on the water. Yes, Sean had the bedroom ready and the lad’s things stowed safely in his car. No, Orli didn’t suspect anything, he believed their cover that Dom was called in to do some reshoots. Letting Sean know they’d be there in about 15 minutes, he hung up and then randomly grabbed some unhealthy looking snack foods and enough beer to fill the cart then paid and hauled it outside. Vig looked right miserable, poor sod. Silently, they loaded the jeep and Dom drove them to the rental, sending Vig and his luggage in first as he pretended to wrestle with the groceries.

Sean met Vig at the door and took his bags, handing them off to a wet, smiling Bills. Lij attacked from the other side, pressing two cold beers in the older man’s hands, promising to catch up as soon as he and Bill’s had changed into dry shorts. The three men each gave him a quick snog on the cheek and pushed him through the house out the back door onto the veranda in a none too suspicious manor. He was about to turn and protest when he saw him. He froze, unable to move or speak or even make a noise when heard laughter from within the house, the front door slam and both cars drive off.

Orli was just catching a wave in the waning sunlight, clad only in a of pair skin clinging white board shorts. His well muscled calves flexed as he balanced upright, his endless arms out stretched for balance. His beautiful shoulder length curls matted to his head as his pearly white teeth lit his tanned face. He was beautiful but, he always had been. Then Vig forgot how to breath. Orli’s chest...that sweet young, flat chest that tapered down to his too big belly button and waist that looked like it had been fashioned by an hourglass was gone. Replaced by a hard, muscled chest that filed down to a "V". Sexy hipbones peeked out over the low riding shorts, showing that Orlando’s ab muscles had developed and taken shape as well. He looked chiseled. Not at all the young lad with a Mohawk who played on the New Zealand sand, he wasn’t even the shirtless young man from Troy. He was something new. A man that matched the wisdom in those elvish eyes. He felt his lips curl into a smile as he watched Orli launch himself in a back flip off the board as the wave began to work against him.

Orli came up laughing. It had been worth it to wait for one more set. He always thought it paid to be the first man in, last man out. He walked up the shore, gathering his board and jamming it into the sand when he reached his towel. He wiped the water from his face and wrung out his heavy hair, then gazed up at the house. "Vig?" His voice caught in a strangled whisper. He had to be seeing things. Vig was off filming Alatriste, he couldn’t be here. Sean had told him, himself. Sean wouldn’t lie. Dom, Bills, Lij in a heartbeat. But Sean? Yet, there he was, looking as stunned as he felt, leaning helplessly against the post at the top of the steps.

Fuck, he looked good. Better then he had a right to, even with the ridiculous moustache and horrid shirt. He almost forgot for two seconds that he was supposed to be filled with righteous indignation. Vig had made some horribly stupid and worse, false accusations the last time they had been together. Sean had tried to explain to him that at "their" age it was far easier to fall into the trap of rumor and innuendo because waking up every morning to your 40 something ass it was easy to convince your self that no 26 year old in his right mind would want you for the rest of their lives. Especially, not an incredibly beautiful man who was off making movies in exotic locals with Johnny Depp. Never mind that Johnny was married, the prat. Vig, not Johnny. He sighed and wrapped his towel around his waist, suddenly self-conscious about the lewd way his shorts clung to his legs. As he walked toward the steps it occurred to him that they had been set up, and grandly.

Vig tried to look anywhere but at the gently swaying hips headed his way. It was a losing battle. Nervously, he shoved one of the beers at Orli. "I...uhm, saw you on the Oscars."

"Yeah? I was right terrible. How did you manage that? You don’t have a tv." He could kick himself for the babbling, so he shut himself up with a long pull of beer.

"Oh, they showed you on the video thingy at the airport, you know." He sipped his own beer, then waited through an awkward silence. "You, uhm. Look different."

Orli stared at him. "You do realize you’ve said ‘uhm’ twice. You feeling alright?" His handsome poet didn’t say common words like ‘uhm’.

"We’ve been abandoned, the whole crew, took off with both cars."

"I guess that means you’re stuck actually listening to me. Are you finally ready?"

"Can you put a shirt on first, I don’t think I’d hear you otherwise."

"Mmm...so, I’m still sexy?"

"Shirt, now." He gave him a little shove. This was wrong, all wrong, they shouldn’t just fall back into the ease they had before he made an ass of himself. There should be yelling and throwing and breaking things. Although, then it had been brown eyes that lost all their light and the quiet shutting of their front door followed by the loud cracking of his heart as he’d thrown Orli out over a fucking ridiculous tabloid picture that once he’d calmed down didn’t even look like Orli. It had lead to him firing his PA for planting the huge seed of doubt but didn’t lead to the stupid fucking easy phone call that could have fixed all of this.

Orlando sipped his beer as he made his way to room he’d used last night. On the bed lay a deep indigo blue tank top and a pair of old jeans, along with a scribbled note from Dom explaining that the tank would show off his new shoulders, pecs and abs. Bills thought indigo blue was really his color and lastly his ass would look "juicy" in the jeans Lij had chosen. He smiled and wondered how many years he’d get for Hobbit strangling. He took a quick shower, rinsing the salt water away then dressed and tucked his towel dried hair behind his ears. As he walked back to the veranda he calculated how many beers Vig had time to consume and how long it would take him to catch up.

Vig was leaning over the rail, watching the surf, he waited for Orli to grab a new beer and join him, their elbows touching. "Leave it to Dom to get the cushy job."

Orli laughed and sipped his beer. "Did you really have to grow that horrible thing? They could have done with make up."

"Spirit gum makes me itch."

"Right." He sipped his beer again. "I forgot how uncomfortable you were when they filled in Aragorn’s beard. They going to let the scar show?"

Vig turned just enough to smile at him. "Guess you’ll have to buy a ticket and find out."

"Believe it or not, I was planning on it." Orlando turned to lean on his elbows. "I miss you Vig. Every night, I miss you. Fuck, half the time I put one of your DVD’s or CD’s on just to hear your voice so I can sleep. I’m tired of waiting for you to call and ask me to come home. So, just fucking kiss me already."

"Orlando...it’s not that easy."

"Yes. It is. Sean says you are going spare wondering where I am, what I’m doing. Well, I’m standing right here, waiting for you to pull your head out of that gorgeous arse. There never was anyone else. There still isn’t. Fuck, Vig. Why do you think I’m trying to work myself to death?"

"The things I said to you..."

"Don’t matter anymore. I got over them by the time I got to my car, I just knew you needed to be the one to apologize, only you never fucking did."

Vig moved in front of him, cupping his face and wondering when it began to mirror his own? He gazed into Orlando’s eyes, the only part of him he still recognized. "I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry." His voice was a harsh whisper but it was enough for Orlando to crush their lips together in a punishing, hungry kiss.

Nimble fingers tore at Vig’s shirt, ruining it. "God, I hate this fucking thing, black and white flowers with one bloody blossom that makes it look like you’ve been shot." He shoved the offensive garment down Viggo’s shoulders.

"Orli, slow down." Even as he said the words his own hands were tugging at the tank top Orli wore, he needed his help to get it off as it had a crew neck.

"I’ve been on full stop since you threw me out Vig." He panted as they awkwardly worked the top over his head.

Vig took a step back to gaze at him, drinking in every tiny change. "You aren’t the boy who walked out my door."

Orli smirked. "I’ve grown up Vig. I’m not the kid you used to call baby anymore. I’m a man."

"You always were a man, just...younger, untried." Vig kissed him softly. "You’re still beautiful."

"Take me inside and show me."

 

 

Comments

[tati.livejournal.com]

hee, love it. though it was a crime to separate it in two and stop it there *pokes* want the rest, like NOW :P
and just let me second those words
Not at all the young lad with a Mohawk who played on the New Zealand sand, he wasn’t even the shirtless young man from Troy. He was something new. *RAWR*

[elfinobsession.livejournal.com]

I have to wait until the household goes to bed to write smutty smut.

I am glad you like what I have so far. I promise more as soon as it's safe to write!

[willowwing.livejournal.com]

OK its 1:30 here so that means its safe to write there so where is part two - damnit!

I love this. Perfect loving Vigorli just exactly what I needed tonight. How did you know? I think you are reading my mind again.

I love the way you are writing Orli - he definitely getting better with age. Rawr!

[elfinobsession.livejournal.com]

If you yell at me Vig's going to get performance anxiety, he's an old man! *OW* No pinching, Viggo muse!!

Yes, I am reading your mind...now you are thinking "Cover them in chocolate"

Orli was feeling butch today, what can I say? Give the man pecs and he gets all testosteronish! (Is that even a word?)

[annie00732.livejournal.com]

just going to step in here and reply. Give the man pecs and he gets all testosteronish! (Is that even a word?) ohh new word. and it's definitely true.

oh and i love this line:I miss you Vig. Every night, I miss you. Fuck, half the time I put one of your DVD’s or CD’s on just to hear your voice so I can sleep. I’m tired of waiting for you to call and ask me to come home. So, just fucking kiss me already.

*taps foot* i'm waiting for the smut

great job so far. i really enjoy your writing. : )

[elfinobsession.livejournal.com]

*huggles* Thanks doll! Smut is in progress!

[annie00732.livejournal.com]

did i hear smut?? ohhhh yay! *hugs you back*

[elfinobsession.livejournal.com]

Oh yes, smutty, smut, smut!

[galor5.livejournal.com]

I love devious hobbits and men of Gondor!

*off to read chapter 2*

[elfinobsession.livejournal.com]

Me too! And I wouldn't have them any other way!