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Bittersweet Symphony 9/17
Title: Bittersweet Symphony (9/17)
Author: Sileya, sileya@yahoo.com, www.sileya.net,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sileya at LiveJournal
Pairing: VM/OB, SB/OB implied
Rating, Warnings: overall NC-17, AU
Summary: Viggo watches a plane crash and helps the survivors – one of whom will change the direction of his life.
Disclaimer: This is a work of celebrity fan FICTION. I make no claims as to the veracity of this material, it is for entertainment purposes only.
Author’s Note: Beta by the graciousrazzleslash. This plotline is very loosely based on a rather obscure 1980s movie. I’ll reveal the movie after the last chapter, cause I don’t want to risk giving major plot points away.
Feedback: PLEASE.
Previous Chapters
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Orlando stood at the window, looking out at the moon and stars. Nighttime is so dark out here. Nothing like London, where it’s never really dark. He sighed and crossed his arms, shivering a bit, although he didn’t feel the cold coming through the glass.
“Are you tired?”
Orlando turned his head to see Viggo standing in the doorway. “Yeah. But no sleep for me, I’ve discovered.”
Viggo frowned, walking into the room. “I’m sorry.”
Orlando shrugged, turning from the window. “Can I ask a favor?”
Viggo paused a few feet away. “Sure.”
“I want to go see Sean.”
Viggo nodded slowly. “I have that letter. He wants to thank me in person.”
“I’d really like to know that he’s OK,” Orlando said, hands gripping his own arms.
“We can go tomorrow night. I’m meeting Henry at 4, with my lawyer, to talk about the divorce.”
Orlando tried to repress a slight blush. “This afternoon…that was your son?”
Viggo nodded. “Yes. He came to talk to me about his mother.” The awkward events from that afternoon flashed through his head – including the sight of Orlando in the shower -- and he swallowed hard against the wave of desire that threatened to swamp him. He turned quickly and walked to the dresser, digging through it for some sweats.
Orlando relaxed a bit when Viggo didn’t bring up the shower. “Is everything all right?”
Viggo nodded, trying another drawer. “Actually, yeah. He wants to help me.” He paused and smiled, looking over to Orlando. “He said I’ve been a great father.” A smile transformed Orlando’s face, the brightness reaching even his eyes. Viggo was glad to see it. “Well, I do feel a little better. About that at least,” Viggo said. “Ian – he’s my lawyer – doesn’t have the best of hopes for my luck with the divorce. But Henry’s help may make a difference.”
“See, things are working out already,” Orlando said.
Viggo pushed the drawer shut, forgetting about his search. “I wouldn’t say that. There’s just so much to deal with.” He moved and sat on the end of the bed, head in his hands, suddenly feeling the weight of all his problems on his shoulders again. I’m exhausted, Viggo thought. I can’t deal with this. It’s too much.
Orlando’s heart swelled. At that moment, he couldn’t deny it. Christ. I’m falling in love with him. Just seeing Viggo sitting there in pain hurt him.
The bed dipped slightly as Orlando sat down next to him. “You need to rest, Viggo,” he murmured. He resisted the urge to cover Viggo’s hands with his own, to run his fingers through the blonde strands.
Viggo looked up at him, and Orlando felt like he’d been hit in the gut. There were tears in those glorious eyes. He couldn’t help but put his arms around Viggo, pulling him close, trying to comfort him.
“I’m scared,” Viggo whispered against Orlando’s chest.
There were no words. Orlando just bowed his head, lips pressing ever so lightly in Viggo’s hair, holding him as Viggo cried silently.
Finally, he relaxed, and Viggo couldn’t bring himself to feel ashamed for his tears. He just looked up at Orlando’s luminous eyes. “Thank you,” he murmured.
The barest hint of a smile curled Orlando’s lips.
Viggo slowly nodded and moved out of his arms, standing to shuck off his trousers, tossing them to the floor, leaving on soft cotton boxers. The shirt came off next, revealing well-muscled arms and a lightly furred chest.
Orlando swallowed hard, frozen and unable to avert his eyes. His mind locked up as it summarized the immediate possibilities of the situation.
Viggo pulled back the covers and climbed into the bed, shutting off the lamp. His eyes soon adjusted to the darkness. Moonlight bled in through the windows, and he could see Orlando’s profile where he sat on the end of the bed. I wonder what he’s thinking.
Orlando’s racing pulse calmed a bit when Viggo shut off the light, although he didn’t feel relief. He was undeniably aroused. Not helping the situation, mate, Orlando groused, trying to decide what to do. Stay here? Go downstairs? Visit the horses?
“Orlando?”
He blinked, thoughts interrupted, and turned his head toward Viggo.
Viggo sat up slightly. “Will you come here, please?”
Orlando took a sharp breath, hands gripping into fists. He doesn’t mean for THAT, you idiot. Just calm down. He stood and walked slowly around to the side of the bed. The moonlight lent enough illumination that he could make out Viggo’s face against the white of the sheets. He stopped there, looking down at him, nearly transfixed.
Viggo grabbed hold of his courage. He reached out for Orlando’s hand and pulled the other man down toward the bed. Surprised, Orlando let himself sit down on top of the covers. He didn’t protest when Viggo wound an arm about his waist and pulled him down to his side, his head meeting the pillow next to Viggo’s.
Viggo slowly pulled Orlando back against him, spooning behind him. As he laid his head down, his lips brushed Orlando’s shoulder and he felt comforted. He sighed, body relaxing, arm tightening slightly about Orlando’s waist.
Orlando blinked in the darkness, then with a release of breath, relaxed back against Viggo. He almost smiled when he felt the arm tighten about his waist.
Viggo reviewed their conversation, and Orlando’s mannerisms when he talked about Sean caught his notice. Taking a calming breath, he figured he didn’t have anything to lose by asking. Except Orlando in my arms.
“Sean is a good friend of yours?”
The soft question caught Orlando by surprise. He nodded. He considered telling Viggo more and decided it was a good way to find out something he wanted to know anyway. “We were lovers for a few years, while I was at Eton.”
Holy shit. Viggo was so surprised to hear his question answered so quickly that he couldn’t formulate a response. “Oh.”
Orlando stiffened a bit, a tiny bit of dread pooling in his stomach. “Does that…bother you?”
Viggo immediately squeezed his arm about Orlando’s waist. “No…no, not at all. Explains why you’re concerned.”
Orlando took a breath as relief flooded him. Thank you, God. “It was casual and played itself out after awhile. Now we’re best mates, and we do a lot of charity work together.” He caught his breath as Viggo’s hand splayed across his abdomen before relaxing.
“We’ll go see him tomorrow,” Viggo murmured.
Orlando laid his hand over Viggo’s, stroking the skin lightly. “Thank you,” he whispered.
Author: Sileya, sileya@yahoo.com, www.sileya.net,
sileya at LiveJournalPairing: VM/OB, SB/OB implied
Rating, Warnings: overall NC-17, AU
Summary: Viggo watches a plane crash and helps the survivors – one of whom will change the direction of his life.
Disclaimer: This is a work of celebrity fan FICTION. I make no claims as to the veracity of this material, it is for entertainment purposes only.
Author’s Note: Beta by the gracious
razzleslash. This plotline is very loosely based on a rather obscure 1980s movie. I’ll reveal the movie after the last chapter, cause I don’t want to risk giving major plot points away.Feedback: PLEASE.
Previous Chapters
==
==
Orlando stood at the window, looking out at the moon and stars. Nighttime is so dark out here. Nothing like London, where it’s never really dark. He sighed and crossed his arms, shivering a bit, although he didn’t feel the cold coming through the glass.
“Are you tired?”
Orlando turned his head to see Viggo standing in the doorway. “Yeah. But no sleep for me, I’ve discovered.”
Viggo frowned, walking into the room. “I’m sorry.”
Orlando shrugged, turning from the window. “Can I ask a favor?”
Viggo paused a few feet away. “Sure.”
“I want to go see Sean.”
Viggo nodded slowly. “I have that letter. He wants to thank me in person.”
“I’d really like to know that he’s OK,” Orlando said, hands gripping his own arms.
“We can go tomorrow night. I’m meeting Henry at 4, with my lawyer, to talk about the divorce.”
Orlando tried to repress a slight blush. “This afternoon…that was your son?”
Viggo nodded. “Yes. He came to talk to me about his mother.” The awkward events from that afternoon flashed through his head – including the sight of Orlando in the shower -- and he swallowed hard against the wave of desire that threatened to swamp him. He turned quickly and walked to the dresser, digging through it for some sweats.
Orlando relaxed a bit when Viggo didn’t bring up the shower. “Is everything all right?”
Viggo nodded, trying another drawer. “Actually, yeah. He wants to help me.” He paused and smiled, looking over to Orlando. “He said I’ve been a great father.” A smile transformed Orlando’s face, the brightness reaching even his eyes. Viggo was glad to see it. “Well, I do feel a little better. About that at least,” Viggo said. “Ian – he’s my lawyer – doesn’t have the best of hopes for my luck with the divorce. But Henry’s help may make a difference.”
“See, things are working out already,” Orlando said.
Viggo pushed the drawer shut, forgetting about his search. “I wouldn’t say that. There’s just so much to deal with.” He moved and sat on the end of the bed, head in his hands, suddenly feeling the weight of all his problems on his shoulders again. I’m exhausted, Viggo thought. I can’t deal with this. It’s too much.
Orlando’s heart swelled. At that moment, he couldn’t deny it. Christ. I’m falling in love with him. Just seeing Viggo sitting there in pain hurt him.
The bed dipped slightly as Orlando sat down next to him. “You need to rest, Viggo,” he murmured. He resisted the urge to cover Viggo’s hands with his own, to run his fingers through the blonde strands.
Viggo looked up at him, and Orlando felt like he’d been hit in the gut. There were tears in those glorious eyes. He couldn’t help but put his arms around Viggo, pulling him close, trying to comfort him.
“I’m scared,” Viggo whispered against Orlando’s chest.
There were no words. Orlando just bowed his head, lips pressing ever so lightly in Viggo’s hair, holding him as Viggo cried silently.
Finally, he relaxed, and Viggo couldn’t bring himself to feel ashamed for his tears. He just looked up at Orlando’s luminous eyes. “Thank you,” he murmured.
The barest hint of a smile curled Orlando’s lips.
Viggo slowly nodded and moved out of his arms, standing to shuck off his trousers, tossing them to the floor, leaving on soft cotton boxers. The shirt came off next, revealing well-muscled arms and a lightly furred chest.
Orlando swallowed hard, frozen and unable to avert his eyes. His mind locked up as it summarized the immediate possibilities of the situation.
Viggo pulled back the covers and climbed into the bed, shutting off the lamp. His eyes soon adjusted to the darkness. Moonlight bled in through the windows, and he could see Orlando’s profile where he sat on the end of the bed. I wonder what he’s thinking.
Orlando’s racing pulse calmed a bit when Viggo shut off the light, although he didn’t feel relief. He was undeniably aroused. Not helping the situation, mate, Orlando groused, trying to decide what to do. Stay here? Go downstairs? Visit the horses?
“Orlando?”
He blinked, thoughts interrupted, and turned his head toward Viggo.
Viggo sat up slightly. “Will you come here, please?”
Orlando took a sharp breath, hands gripping into fists. He doesn’t mean for THAT, you idiot. Just calm down. He stood and walked slowly around to the side of the bed. The moonlight lent enough illumination that he could make out Viggo’s face against the white of the sheets. He stopped there, looking down at him, nearly transfixed.
Viggo grabbed hold of his courage. He reached out for Orlando’s hand and pulled the other man down toward the bed. Surprised, Orlando let himself sit down on top of the covers. He didn’t protest when Viggo wound an arm about his waist and pulled him down to his side, his head meeting the pillow next to Viggo’s.
Viggo slowly pulled Orlando back against him, spooning behind him. As he laid his head down, his lips brushed Orlando’s shoulder and he felt comforted. He sighed, body relaxing, arm tightening slightly about Orlando’s waist.
Orlando blinked in the darkness, then with a release of breath, relaxed back against Viggo. He almost smiled when he felt the arm tighten about his waist.
Viggo reviewed their conversation, and Orlando’s mannerisms when he talked about Sean caught his notice. Taking a calming breath, he figured he didn’t have anything to lose by asking. Except Orlando in my arms.
“Sean is a good friend of yours?”
The soft question caught Orlando by surprise. He nodded. He considered telling Viggo more and decided it was a good way to find out something he wanted to know anyway. “We were lovers for a few years, while I was at Eton.”
Holy shit. Viggo was so surprised to hear his question answered so quickly that he couldn’t formulate a response. “Oh.”
Orlando stiffened a bit, a tiny bit of dread pooling in his stomach. “Does that…bother you?”
Viggo immediately squeezed his arm about Orlando’s waist. “No…no, not at all. Explains why you’re concerned.”
Orlando took a breath as relief flooded him. Thank you, God. “It was casual and played itself out after awhile. Now we’re best mates, and we do a lot of charity work together.” He caught his breath as Viggo’s hand splayed across his abdomen before relaxing.
“We’ll go see him tomorrow,” Viggo murmured.
Orlando laid his hand over Viggo’s, stroking the skin lightly. “Thank you,” he whispered.