Shadows of life 17/20

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Title: Shadows of life 17/20
Author: obvmluver
Beta: The wonderful littlegreenleaf.
Rating: NC-17 in the end.
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando
Summary: When everything seems to spiral downwards, is a human being able to rise from the ashes?
Warnings: M/M smex
Disclaimer: I wish I knew the boys but I don't. I also don't make any profit with this. And I'm truly making things up here.


Crossposted to a lot of places... Please don't nail me for that.

A note: I truly want to thank my beta reader littlegreenleaf for she's so fast. There really are no words for me to express my gratitude.


Banner made by a good friend, pale80.

CHAPTER INDEX




17
The music the lonely street artist had played still rang in Orlando’s ears as Viggo pressed him against the door pinning him so he couldn’t move. They had been ‘Viggo-seeing’ the city but now Viggo was about to have a totally different sightseeing trip. He was about to memorise the curves and slopes, texture of skin and the tiny moans of pleasure all over again. Orlando laughed as Viggo grabbed a fistful of his shirt right above his heart and flung him towards the bedroom door. The laughter died on his lips as he was passionately kissed silent all at the same time pushed closer to bed.

Orlando placed his hands on Viggo’s shoulders, slid them down above his heart and grabbed. By the time Viggo registered anything he was flying through the air, with one graceful move, only to end up in bed, pinned down by a surprisingly strong Orlando. Freeing his hands, Viggo started removing Orlando’s clothes one article at a time. As he had gotten Orlando’s lower body completely naked, he attacked the two shirts Orlando wore. He was allowed to remove the top one but then his hands were slapped away. He knew what it meant. With wide eyes Viggo watched Orlando wriggle out of the last piece of clothing he had left with feline- like grace. It had never failed to make him even hornier and this time was no different. His jeans were getting more and more uncomfortable with every passing second so he flipped them around and tried to rid himself of the clothes he had on. It turned out to be quite a show as he tried to pull clothes off in haste. Orlando was a naked and laughing mess on the bed by the time Viggo threw the last sock on the floor.

Viggo was chuckling as he finally lay himself down on top of Orlando. “That took surprisingly much time,” he commented acting like he was out of breath.

Orlando smacked his naked butt and broke down laughing all over again. “Very graceful,” he said with a wink making Viggo smirk. “I’ll show you graceful...”

If the squeal that followed was anything to go by, Viggo really showed gracefulness to Orlando in the form of whispered words of endearment in various languages, and with mapping every inch of Orlando with his lips. By the time he had formed a map of Orlando into the eye of his soul Orlando was writhing on the bed, shaking like a leaf.

It took them lots of preparation for Viggo to get in, for Orlando to feel comfortable, acrobatic moves, chuckles every now and then, squeals and grunts but they ended up to a very sensual position after all, to a completely silent room. Viggo was sitting firmly in the middle of the bed Orlando straddling him. It was something they both realised they should have attempted all those years ago. It took a lot of effort but paid itself back tenfold.

Viggo had wrapped his left arm around Orlando’s waist, the right one was across Orlando’s back cradling his head, fingers sunken between the silky soft curls. He was completely buried inside Orlando moving slowly by rotating his hips. Orlando had his open palms pressed on Viggo’s shoulder blades and he had a hard time keeping his eyes open. He felt so full in a sense he had never felt before. Of course the stunt they had pulled had hurt a little but he had missed Viggo so much he hadn’t cared. In fact he would never care. He was spiralling into the most amazing sexual bliss he had ever been on and that was something he wanted to experience. He moved his hips involuntarily, knowing he was driving Viggo crazy, making it harder and harder for him to last. He was also teasing Viggo by using his inner muscles.

Before he had met Viggo, he hadn’t known anything of sex between men, only the fact that they could have sex. Viggo had taught him everything he knew and he had learned it was indeed very pleasurable. They had both shared the interest in making love with each other and Orlando had learned the things that would drive Viggo wild. Orlando felt the pressure around his prostate growing and from experience knew it was a sign of him not lasting very long. “God...” he gasped when a direct hit to his prostate made sparks fly inside his groin. He had to close his eyes, drop his head and slide his hands behind Viggo’s back not to make himself come just yet.

Viggo must have taken the cue as he stopped his moves, mustered his strength and lay them back down. Only then Orlando was able to open his eyes and he slid his hands back up only to bury both of his hands into Viggo hair. He knew he had to try to hold on to something before the inevitable would happen. His hands slipped from Viggo’s hair onto his shoulders as Viggo suddenly arched his back and came with a drawn- out groan. He rode his orgasm trying to prolong it as much as was possible by keeping the slow rhythm on. He couldn’t help it but the pace changed into a frantic one just before the highest high wore off. It sent Orlando over the edge. Orlando’s arms fell to the bed and he came, eyes half closed, back arched and a barely audible ‘ah’ escaping his lips. His eyes fell closed and he bit his lower lip as he let his own orgasm wash over him.

They both trembled as they looked into each others’ eyes. Viggo slid out, took care of the condom he had worn and lowered himself back on top of Orlando. Orlando pulled him into a long, unhurried kiss that left him breathless. He felt the emotions starting to bubble up the surface and he returned the kiss to prevent himself from breaking down. He kept kissing Orlando, whispering how much he loved him in between, and smiled against Orlando’s lips as he was enveloped into a sweaty but warm embrace. And in a weird way he felt safe where he was.

~*~

Orlando ended up writing his journal that night again. This time he wrote and Viggo watched every word he scribbled into his diary.

Dear Diary...
Today, I believe, is the first day of a new beginning. It’s not that we just made love, no. I just feel I am slowly letting go of you, dear Diary. Now don’t understand me wrong but things are finding their ways today. Things are going as I...we, plan them. I am soon ready to let go of you. I have to say you’ve been a tremendous help just like Helena said you would be, when I was struggling. Now, I’m feeling better than in years really. I have to take pills every day for the rest of my life but if it’s all it takes to let me be here, to make it possible for me wake up with the lovely man Viggo is every day, it’s totally worth it all. This is turning into a sappy moment written down but would you believe if I said I can’t control it? I’ve found happiness again and this time I intend to hold onto it. I feel serene. Of course I’ve fought hard to get here, but Viggo’s been my saviour...

“Orli...” Viggo grumbled good-naturedly.

“What? It’s true.” Orlando smiled.

Okay, where was I before the interruption? Oh, yeah. Viggo truly has had his touch in my recovery and on the whole journey this has been. He may have not been present every second because there are countless of those. But he has been in my mind, this fleeting thought, a strength I held onto secretly when nobody was there, no one real to hold onto. He’s here now, though, feeling sorry he ever let me go. Well, I feel horrible as well for not seeing things clearer, for not being stronger. We’ve reached a truce we both feel comfortable with. We’ve made mistakes and we can’t take them back to make them undone. We only can try to overcome the obstacles together. We are more mature now; stronger in many senses. We hopefully are a bit wiser as well.

Life is precious. I may have said it before but I can’t stress it enough that it can be taken away just as easily as brought to life. I’ve escaped death twice now and both times I’ve had help. Friends and loved ones have been there to make the days of pain bearable. They’ve made me who I am. Now, this is turning surprisingly deep so I better stop. *grin*

“When was the last time I said I love you?” Viggo asked with an emotional, husky voice.

“About twenty minutes ago...” Orlando smiled. He stroked Viggo’s naked skin, his head on his shoulder and everywhere he could reach.

“Well, I love you.”

“I love you, too, Vig.”

As they sat down at the table on the balcony to enjoy supper, Viggo looked at Orlando babbling in his familiar way, like all the years ago, Viggo felt he was finally home.



TBC...