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Vig/Orli pt 4
Title: It's All Coming Back to Me Now (4/5?)
Author: Edgespet
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando, Sean B
Rating: R - my boys tend to swear. A lot.
Warnings: None really, some swearing.
Feedback: Please, please! This is my first V/O fic & I'm still getting a feel for writing them. Any helpful comments or suggestions are more than welcome. Also not Beta-ed, so please let me know when you find mistakes!
Summary: Based (loosely) on the beautiful song of the same name by Celine Dion. Also based on the assumption that Viggo & Orlando had a fairly serious affair in NZ but Viggo broke it off so as not to hurt Orli's career.
Disclaimer: *sigh* Not true.
Sean was awakened the next morning by the sound of Viggo rattling around in the kitchen below him. The faint smell of fresh coffee drifted in through his partially open door. While fresh coffee was always a good thing, the fact that Viggo - a perpetual night owl - was awake and conscious enough to make it at 7:00 in the morning did not bode well for the upcoming reunion with Orlando. With a sigh and a groan, Sean decided that he might as well get up. He dressed quickly then headed downstairs, hoping that Viggo had at least gotten some sleep the night before.
As he walked into the kitchen, Sean realized that his fears were well-founded. "Christ, Vig, you really look like shit."
Viggo looked up at his friend and smiled wryly. "And a bright, sunny good morning to you too, Bean."
Sean walked over to the coffeemaker, wrinkling his nose slightly as he passed by Viggo. Apparently, he had already been out to check on the horses. "You smell like a horse too. Did you sleep at all last night?"
"Horse is a perfectly good, natural scent. There's nothing wrong with smelling like a horse. And I guess that would depend on your definition of 'sleep'."
Sean shook his head and sat down opposite his friend. "Sleep, Vig. You know, opposite of awake, 'knits up the ravell'd sleave of care', that sort of thing. Ringing any bells?"
Viggo smiled faintly. "No, not really."
Sean leaned over and placed his hand on top of Viggo's. "It's Orli, Vig. Just Orli. He's still the same man you fell in love with in New Zealand."
"We hurt each other so badly, Sean. It can never be the way it was."
Sean heaved a sigh and wondered how such a brilliant man could be so dense sometimes. "Yes! You hurt each other, Viggo. Orli hurt you as much as you hurt him! But it didn't change how much you love him, did it?" Viggo shook his head. "Then why can't you see that it's the same for Orli?"
When Viggo looked up, Sean was surprised to see a sheepish little grin on his face. "Believe it or not, I never thought of it like that."
Sean rolled his eyes and shook his head, but couldn't help smiling. "You two are both completely hopeless. Trust me, your Elf still loves you just as much as you love him. Now would you please quit worrying and go try to rest for a while?"
Viggo stood up and moved toward the door, then stopped and turned back to Sean with a smirk. "You know, Beanie, there's something vaguely disconcerting about putting my love life in the hands of a man who's been divorced as many times as you have."
"Fuck you, Mortensen. If you're going to be disconcerted about something, it should be the fact that your love life is in such bad shape that I have to fix it for you! Besides, I learned a lot from each one of those divorces." Sean was pleased to see that the tension seemed to have ebbed out of Viggo. He still looked exhausted, but at least he didn't look ready to bolt. "I'm going to take a shower and then head to the airport. His flight is supposed to be here at 9:30. I'll call you before we leave the airport."
"Thanks again, Sean. I really do appreciate this more than you'll ever know."
"I know, Vig. Now go away and get some sleep or I'm going to drag you up there and tie you down to the bed ... " Viggo's smirk and raised eyebrow stopped him cold. "That didn't come out right, did it?"
The smirk bubbled up into full-blown laughter. "I don't know, Sean ... sounds kind of interesting ... a little kinky, but ..."
"Out!!"
Viggo held his hands up and backed out of the room, still laughing. "I'm going! I'm going!"
Sean sat for a few minutes longer, finishing his coffee and then headed upstairs to shower and change clothes. As he passed Viggo's room, he paused for a moment outside the door. He smiled and nodded happily to himself when he heard his friend's distinctive snores filling the room.
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"Beanie!!!!"
Sean turned at the sound of his name and barely had time to brace himself before Orlando tackled him in a bone-crushing full-body hug. Sean hugged him back tightly, smiling to himself. Painful though it might be, Orlando's completely uninhibited exuberance was something Sean truly treasured about the younger man. "Good to see you again, Elfboy. Thanks for coming."
Orlando released him and looked into Sean's face. "How's Viggo? Does he know I'm coming? Is he ..."
"Slow down, Orli. Breathe." Sean knew that Orlando babbled even more than usual when he was nervous. "God, you're a wreck, aren't you? Just calm down, little one. Viggo's fine. Yes he knows you're coming. No, he's not mad. Yes, he wants to see you. And if it helps any, he's a nervous wreck too."
"That makes me feel a little better. I think. Sean, what if ..."
Sean saw the doubt still lingering in the brown eyes. "No what-ifs, Orli. Just don't. Look at me." Orlando looked up into his friend's emerald eyes. "Do you still love him?"
"More than anything, Sean. I never stopped loving him."
"Then there are no what-ifs .... no doubts, okay?" Orlando nodded, but looked away. "Orlando." Sean placed a gentle hand on Orli's chin and forced his eyes back up to meet his own. "Trust me."
"I do, Beanie. Really I do. I'm just so ... hell, I don't even know what I am."
"I understand, Orli. Come on, let's get going."
"Have I got time to change clothes and freshen up just a little bit first?"
Sean couldn't help laughing. "Of course, Prissy Elf. I promised I would call Viggo before we left. I'll do that while you get all prettied up again."
Orlando leaned in and gave Sean a quick peck on the cheek. "Thanks, Beanie! I'll make it fast."
Sean rolled his eyes and nodded as he took out his phone and speed-dialed Viggo's number. Twenty minutes later, they were back on the road headed for Viggo's ranch. Orli talked non-stop, too nervous to either notice or care that Sean wasn't answering him.
The closer they drew to Viggo's house, the quieter Orli became. After five minutes of virtual silence, Sean looked over at the man beside him. Great. Orli wasn't looking much better than Viggo had earlier. "You all right, Orli?"
"I think I'm gonna be sick, Sean."
"We're almost there, little one. The hardest part will be over soon." Sean reached over and squeezed Orlando's hand, silently offering support and strength.
They pulled into the driveway and Sean turned off the car. Looking over at Orlando, he realized the other man was trembling visibly and staring at the front door. Turning, he saw Viggo standing there. "Ready?" he said gently.
Orlando shook his head. "I can't, Sean ... I ... oh god ... "
Sean got out of the car, motioning to Viggo to stay where he was. He walked over to Orli's side and opened the door. "Come on, little one. He's waiting for you." He took Orli's hand and gently pulled him out of the car then led him up onto the porch.
Orlando stopped in front of Viggo, wanting desperately to say something, but too overwhelmed with emotion to speak. Tears welled up in his eyes as he realized that he was finally face to face again with the man he loved more than life itself ... the man he thought was lost to him forever. Viggo could do nothing but stare at the beautiful creature before him, equally overwhelmed. Seeing the tears now spilling down Orli's cheeks finally broke the spell. Viggo reached out and cupped Orli's face in his hands, wiping away the tears with his thumbs. "My angel .... " he whispered softly. He gathered Orlando into his arms and the younger man clung to him desperately, both men now weeping openly.
"Only yours, Vig. Only ever yours ..."
Author: Edgespet
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando, Sean B
Rating: R - my boys tend to swear. A lot.
Warnings: None really, some swearing.
Feedback: Please, please! This is my first V/O fic & I'm still getting a feel for writing them. Any helpful comments or suggestions are more than welcome. Also not Beta-ed, so please let me know when you find mistakes!
Summary: Based (loosely) on the beautiful song of the same name by Celine Dion. Also based on the assumption that Viggo & Orlando had a fairly serious affair in NZ but Viggo broke it off so as not to hurt Orli's career.
Disclaimer: *sigh* Not true.
Sean was awakened the next morning by the sound of Viggo rattling around in the kitchen below him. The faint smell of fresh coffee drifted in through his partially open door. While fresh coffee was always a good thing, the fact that Viggo - a perpetual night owl - was awake and conscious enough to make it at 7:00 in the morning did not bode well for the upcoming reunion with Orlando. With a sigh and a groan, Sean decided that he might as well get up. He dressed quickly then headed downstairs, hoping that Viggo had at least gotten some sleep the night before.
As he walked into the kitchen, Sean realized that his fears were well-founded. "Christ, Vig, you really look like shit."
Viggo looked up at his friend and smiled wryly. "And a bright, sunny good morning to you too, Bean."
Sean walked over to the coffeemaker, wrinkling his nose slightly as he passed by Viggo. Apparently, he had already been out to check on the horses. "You smell like a horse too. Did you sleep at all last night?"
"Horse is a perfectly good, natural scent. There's nothing wrong with smelling like a horse. And I guess that would depend on your definition of 'sleep'."
Sean shook his head and sat down opposite his friend. "Sleep, Vig. You know, opposite of awake, 'knits up the ravell'd sleave of care', that sort of thing. Ringing any bells?"
Viggo smiled faintly. "No, not really."
Sean leaned over and placed his hand on top of Viggo's. "It's Orli, Vig. Just Orli. He's still the same man you fell in love with in New Zealand."
"We hurt each other so badly, Sean. It can never be the way it was."
Sean heaved a sigh and wondered how such a brilliant man could be so dense sometimes. "Yes! You hurt each other, Viggo. Orli hurt you as much as you hurt him! But it didn't change how much you love him, did it?" Viggo shook his head. "Then why can't you see that it's the same for Orli?"
When Viggo looked up, Sean was surprised to see a sheepish little grin on his face. "Believe it or not, I never thought of it like that."
Sean rolled his eyes and shook his head, but couldn't help smiling. "You two are both completely hopeless. Trust me, your Elf still loves you just as much as you love him. Now would you please quit worrying and go try to rest for a while?"
Viggo stood up and moved toward the door, then stopped and turned back to Sean with a smirk. "You know, Beanie, there's something vaguely disconcerting about putting my love life in the hands of a man who's been divorced as many times as you have."
"Fuck you, Mortensen. If you're going to be disconcerted about something, it should be the fact that your love life is in such bad shape that I have to fix it for you! Besides, I learned a lot from each one of those divorces." Sean was pleased to see that the tension seemed to have ebbed out of Viggo. He still looked exhausted, but at least he didn't look ready to bolt. "I'm going to take a shower and then head to the airport. His flight is supposed to be here at 9:30. I'll call you before we leave the airport."
"Thanks again, Sean. I really do appreciate this more than you'll ever know."
"I know, Vig. Now go away and get some sleep or I'm going to drag you up there and tie you down to the bed ... " Viggo's smirk and raised eyebrow stopped him cold. "That didn't come out right, did it?"
The smirk bubbled up into full-blown laughter. "I don't know, Sean ... sounds kind of interesting ... a little kinky, but ..."
"Out!!"
Viggo held his hands up and backed out of the room, still laughing. "I'm going! I'm going!"
Sean sat for a few minutes longer, finishing his coffee and then headed upstairs to shower and change clothes. As he passed Viggo's room, he paused for a moment outside the door. He smiled and nodded happily to himself when he heard his friend's distinctive snores filling the room.
~~~~~~~~~~
"Beanie!!!!"
Sean turned at the sound of his name and barely had time to brace himself before Orlando tackled him in a bone-crushing full-body hug. Sean hugged him back tightly, smiling to himself. Painful though it might be, Orlando's completely uninhibited exuberance was something Sean truly treasured about the younger man. "Good to see you again, Elfboy. Thanks for coming."
Orlando released him and looked into Sean's face. "How's Viggo? Does he know I'm coming? Is he ..."
"Slow down, Orli. Breathe." Sean knew that Orlando babbled even more than usual when he was nervous. "God, you're a wreck, aren't you? Just calm down, little one. Viggo's fine. Yes he knows you're coming. No, he's not mad. Yes, he wants to see you. And if it helps any, he's a nervous wreck too."
"That makes me feel a little better. I think. Sean, what if ..."
Sean saw the doubt still lingering in the brown eyes. "No what-ifs, Orli. Just don't. Look at me." Orlando looked up into his friend's emerald eyes. "Do you still love him?"
"More than anything, Sean. I never stopped loving him."
"Then there are no what-ifs .... no doubts, okay?" Orlando nodded, but looked away. "Orlando." Sean placed a gentle hand on Orli's chin and forced his eyes back up to meet his own. "Trust me."
"I do, Beanie. Really I do. I'm just so ... hell, I don't even know what I am."
"I understand, Orli. Come on, let's get going."
"Have I got time to change clothes and freshen up just a little bit first?"
Sean couldn't help laughing. "Of course, Prissy Elf. I promised I would call Viggo before we left. I'll do that while you get all prettied up again."
Orlando leaned in and gave Sean a quick peck on the cheek. "Thanks, Beanie! I'll make it fast."
Sean rolled his eyes and nodded as he took out his phone and speed-dialed Viggo's number. Twenty minutes later, they were back on the road headed for Viggo's ranch. Orli talked non-stop, too nervous to either notice or care that Sean wasn't answering him.
The closer they drew to Viggo's house, the quieter Orli became. After five minutes of virtual silence, Sean looked over at the man beside him. Great. Orli wasn't looking much better than Viggo had earlier. "You all right, Orli?"
"I think I'm gonna be sick, Sean."
"We're almost there, little one. The hardest part will be over soon." Sean reached over and squeezed Orlando's hand, silently offering support and strength.
They pulled into the driveway and Sean turned off the car. Looking over at Orlando, he realized the other man was trembling visibly and staring at the front door. Turning, he saw Viggo standing there. "Ready?" he said gently.
Orlando shook his head. "I can't, Sean ... I ... oh god ... "
Sean got out of the car, motioning to Viggo to stay where he was. He walked over to Orli's side and opened the door. "Come on, little one. He's waiting for you." He took Orli's hand and gently pulled him out of the car then led him up onto the porch.
Orlando stopped in front of Viggo, wanting desperately to say something, but too overwhelmed with emotion to speak. Tears welled up in his eyes as he realized that he was finally face to face again with the man he loved more than life itself ... the man he thought was lost to him forever. Viggo could do nothing but stare at the beautiful creature before him, equally overwhelmed. Seeing the tears now spilling down Orli's cheeks finally broke the spell. Viggo reached out and cupped Orli's face in his hands, wiping away the tears with his thumbs. "My angel .... " he whispered softly. He gathered Orlando into his arms and the younger man clung to him desperately, both men now weeping openly.
"Only yours, Vig. Only ever yours ..."
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Thank you, Jeannie! I probably wouldn't even be writing at all if it weren't for your sweet encouragement. Glad you enjoyed it. I might try them again later on - they've sort of grown on me! :)
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Thank you! I've never written this pairing before, so I'm still not really comfortable writing them, but it's slowly getting easier.
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