vigorli

Title: Shadows of life 18/20
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

18
Orlando finished shooting in early May, Viggo later in the summer. Now they were sitting in the spacious living room of Viggo’s, no THEIR ranch and Orlando was writing in his journal again.

Dear Diary...
In a way this is a goodbye now. I’ve written a lot inside here, filled these pages with sadness and happiness alike. Anyway, life is good these days. I had an appointment with my doctor earlier this week and he had terrific news for me to hear. I’m finally healthy. I’ve learned a good lesson through my struggle. I used to take life for granted, maybe I was fooled by my quick recovery when I fell and broke my back. Now I battled against a different kind of evil. This evil lived inside me, clawing me in a way that I can barely comprehend. Things took place that nearly cost my life and it makes be shudder to think what it was like to be unable to move, barely conscious, in terrible pain. The nausea at times seemed to become a friend. In a way it took away some of the pain when I concentrated to keep my stomach steady.

There truly are things I’m grateful for. I’ve had a chance to meet a bunch of wonderful people, those in the form of my doctor and my very own nurse, Lucy. I better send her flowers soon. *makes a mental note* And then there’s Viggo. I know I keep repeating myself *grins* but I have to say this. He was devastated from the moment I told him I was walking on eggshells, that my life was hanging by a thread. I’m amazed how he was able to remain sane. I was going nuts with fear and I admit I wanted to die. It was cowardly, I know that, but it also was unbearable to live. Those who have had leukemia know what I’m talking about.

Anyway. Good news... No, scratch that. WONDERFUL news. I got a new ring! *broad smile* Viggo gave it to me. Outsiders might think it’s trivial, that I’ve had many over the years, but I won’t. This little gem has SIGNIFICANCE. It has its own place, it is engraved. Life has made a full circle. I’m back with my hero... *smirk* ...my fiancé... Weird, huh? That word has a funny ring to it. *giggle* Yeah, it’s true. Finally. We are getting married late next spring. The date is settled and we made invitations a few days ago. We’ll send them later. We haven’t told anyone about this yet but will do that sometime soon. Mom will probably squeal and faint, Sam will most likely call and berate me on the phone for not telling her sooner. Beanie will probably kick our asses for not seeing things clearly. Grace and Viggo Sr... their reaction remains to be seen.

I will never be who I was before, this experience has changed me. Viggo knows that and loves me just the same. And that’s what counts the most.

I’m going to leave the rest of you unwritten. Those empty pages are for a different adventure, later on. And it won’t be me filling pages. It’ll be somebody else. I’ll make a visit every now and then, I promise, but I trust Viggo will be happy to have you. So, this is a goodbye then. Thank you for storing my rawest feelings inside, all the rambling I’ve done and for sharing the sadness and happiness I’ve come to feel. Thank you!

With love, Orlando

“Viiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigggg!!!” “What?”

“Stop tickling!” Orlando admonished and giggled.

He had always had very ticklish feet, especially from the sole area and his toes. Viggo knew that too well. When the tickling didn’t stop, Orlando put his diary aside and attacked Viggo.

“Okay, that’s it!” Orlando said as he sat on top of Viggo on the couch straddling him, pinning his arms above his head.

“I give in...” Viggo sighed happily. Orlando straightened his back arching it backwards and let go of Viggo’s arms. Bending back down he rubbed their noses together before placing a soft kiss to the awaiting lips. Orlando was just about to get up when a pair of strong arms settled around him.

“What would my fiancé want for breakfast?” Viggo playfully asked showering Orlando’s face with butterfly kisses.

“Um... Let me think... Toast, coffee, you, eggs, maybe a pear...” Orlando pretended to think. “Not necessarily in that order, though.”

“What would suit you best?”

“Now that you asked... well, first I’d like to have your lips...”

“Orli!” Viggo admonished.

A sly grin appeared on Orlando’s face. “I can always change my mind...” Viggo nodded biting his lip, waiting, feeling increasingly uncomfortable in his tenting pants. “I think I’ll have toast first...” Orlando said laughing and got up.

“ORLI! That’s not fair!” Viggo laughed as well and ran after Orlando who had already reached the kitchen door already.

Viggo had to stop at the kitchen door to admire the sight. Orlando looked good in his black skin tight boxers making coffee.

“I said I was going to make breakfast,” Viggo said with a low voice, his lips near Orlando’s ear, pressing his groin against Orlando to show him what the teasing caused.

“You can make the rest,” Orlando answered turning around and leaning against the counter.

“Would you give me my self-control back first?” Viggo asked trapping Orlando between himself and the counter.

“Sure thing. Here.” The kiss that followed stripped Viggo from any restraints he might have had left.

TBC...