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Title: It wasn’t supposed to be like this 8/15
Title: It wasn’t supposed to be like this 8/15
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daisuke_yoshiki and bohemespirit
Pairing: V/O
Rating: Overall NC-17
Summary: Orlando is left on his own
Disclaimer: I don't know these people. I'm just making this up as I go.
A/N: Special thanks tobohemespirit Thankyouthankyouthankyou!!! Mwah!
Feedback: Thank you all for the lovely feedback thus far. More? ^.~
Orlando opened his eyes and was momentarily confused. Last thing he remembered was talking to Vicky about his dream. He must have fallen asleep. He sat up slowly and felt his bandage. It didn’t hurt so much right now.
He looked around his stark room. He hated hospitals. He didn’t know what to do. He had asked that his friends not see him for awhile while he straighten things out for himself. Right now his mind was drawing a blank.
He looked over at the little table. There was a small package sitting there with no tag to say who it was from. He opened it carefully and his heart skipped a beat. It was a framed picture of the main characters from Lord of the Rings with Peter Jackson.
He looked at it sadly. They all appeared to be having so much fun, himself included. He couldn’t help but notice Viggo had his arm around his shoulders. Both of them had goofy grins on their faces. He ran his thumb over each face and almost smiled.
He set the picture down and leaned his head against the headboard. But if his dream was actually real than Viggo was the one that hurt him. He desperately wanted to know what had really happened. He knew people knew. He just wasn’t sure why no one was telling him.
He let his mind clear and just listened to the sounds around him. The silence was almost deafening. They’d turned off the machines, deeming him fit to be without them. The television was off. There were no sounds drifting in from outside the window or the door. He felt truly and utterly alone. He had no one. Of the people he could remember he knew none were close friends. Those that seemed like they were his best mates were totally wiped from his memory.
He replayed his dream over and over again in his mind. Tears welled up and spilled over his lashes. What he wouldn’t give to really have a friendship like he and Lij had in that dream. What he wouldn’t give for a real friend at all. He let the silent tears fall as he stared at the ceiling.
“Doushite daremo inai kono heya de karada ga furueru n darou oshiete. Doushite daremo inai kono heya de namida ga koboreru n darou oshiete”
Orlando’s eyes snapped open and he looked over at the door. “Huh?“
Vicky walked in carrying a vase of flowers. “It’s a Japanese song. It makes me sad to hear it, but you’re living it. Just watching you like this makes me want to cry.”
“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to make you sad. What you just said, those lyrics, what do they mean.”
Vicky took her time setting the vase down. She walked over to the bed and sat down on it, facing Orlando. She brushed his tears away gently before speaking. “It means ‘Why in this empty room is my body shaking? Tell me. Why in this empty room are the tears overflowing? Tell me.’”
Orlando looked down at his hands. “I am living that, aren’t I?”
Vicky nodded. “The person in the song lost someone very close to him. It’s implied that the person died. In your case, the person isn’t dead. He’s just merely sleeping. The person you’re missing is you.”
Orlando smiled faintly. “I feel like I’ve lost everyone important to me and I don’t know why. I don’t know how to get them back. I’m scared.”
“Yeah, I know. I also know that you family and friends love you very much and will continue to do so even if you never do remember the relationships you had before. Oh! Some good news is in order I believe. I spoke to Elijah about your dream, the part with him in it anyway. He said it happened just as you described it. He doesn’t know what you and Viggo did with it after he left, but he does know he gave it to you like you said.”
“That is good news then. Maybe I really am beginning to remember. But then-” He cut himself off. He didn’t want to finish his thought about Viggo stabbing him. He didn’t want to believe that. But it was so vivid. He couldn’t help it. Viggo had hurt him badly. He didn’t ever want to be left alone with him again. He may kill him next. But he didn’t look like he wanted Orlando dead. He sighed.
“Perhaps you’d like some television to keep you mind off things for awhile?” When Orlando nodded Vicky turned on the TV. “Is there anything in particular you want to watch?”
“Just not TNT again.” Orlando got himself comfy for a boring television viewing session.
“Here, I’ll leave you with E! then. You can catch up on the latest Hollywood gossip. I’ll come back and check on you in a few hours okay? If you need anything, just call.” She stood and took her leave.
“Thanks, Vicky!” he called to her retreating form. She just tossed a wave over her shoulder.
Orlando sighed and turned his attention to the television. The commentator was going on and on about the best movie premiers of 2003. Watching boring premier after boring premier Orlando thought about changing the channel. Until. “Up next, The Lord of the Rings: Return of the King’s Los Angeles premier.”
He was supposedly in that movie wasn’t he? He figured he’d better watch it to see how he’d interacted with the other members of the cast. He fidgeted through all the commercials. Finally it was back on.
He paid no attention to what anyone was saying. He focused mainly on the actions of everyone present. Then his jaw dropped. Viggo walked onto the screen. Even as terrified of the man as he was, he couldn’t deny he looked damn sexy. Apparently he had thought so at the time too. He watched in fascination as he and Viggo draped themselves all over each other. He felt his head spin with each kiss they bestowed on the other. For a second he almost felt like he was there with them.
Commercials took over the screen, but Orlando was still in LA. He could hear all the fans cheering for him and the rest of the cast. He could feel Viggo’s hand on the small of his back. He could smell Viggo next to him.
He blinked and he was back in the hospital room. He looked around, trying to figure out what happened.
Orlando frowned as he realized what brought him back to earth, the painful throbbing of a constrained erection. He slipped his hand under the sheets to free it from his hospital gown, moaning softly at the contact.
His eyes fluttering closed, images of Viggo wrapping his hand around his hardening cock flit across his mind.
You like that? Viggo's low, gravelly voice asked.
Dragging his thumb slowly over his head, Orlando gasped softly. Yes... so good... His reply echoed through his head as his eyes slowly opened halfway. He gripped his shaft tightly, moving up and down as his free hand ventured further between his legs, rolling his plump testicles gingerly or tracing his tender hole gently.
His nipples hardened quickly as Viggo gently licked them. You taste good, kid.
He frowned. Kid? I am no Kid, Viggo..
Thrusting harder into his hand, Orlando moaned softly, his finger slipping into his hole. His body desperate for release, he could not stand this masochism any longer, and he moaned loudly as his sweet come covered his hospital-issue gown.
Once in breathing evened back out, he wiped his hands on his gown. Confused, his eyes searched the room, landing back on the TV. But how? he wondered. How could Viggo both hurt him and arouse him? What is he doing to him? Which memory is real?
He hit the button on the remote and the television switched off. He sighed and buried his head deeper into his pillow. Exhaustion swept over him. He closed his eyes and whispered “Viggo” before falling into a deep dreamless sleep.
TBC
Author:
daisuke_yoshiki and bohemespiritPairing: V/O
Rating: Overall NC-17
Summary: Orlando is left on his own
Disclaimer: I don't know these people. I'm just making this up as I go.
A/N: Special thanks to
bohemespirit Thankyouthankyouthankyou!!! Mwah!Feedback: Thank you all for the lovely feedback thus far. More? ^.~
Orlando opened his eyes and was momentarily confused. Last thing he remembered was talking to Vicky about his dream. He must have fallen asleep. He sat up slowly and felt his bandage. It didn’t hurt so much right now.
He looked around his stark room. He hated hospitals. He didn’t know what to do. He had asked that his friends not see him for awhile while he straighten things out for himself. Right now his mind was drawing a blank.
He looked over at the little table. There was a small package sitting there with no tag to say who it was from. He opened it carefully and his heart skipped a beat. It was a framed picture of the main characters from Lord of the Rings with Peter Jackson.
He looked at it sadly. They all appeared to be having so much fun, himself included. He couldn’t help but notice Viggo had his arm around his shoulders. Both of them had goofy grins on their faces. He ran his thumb over each face and almost smiled.
He set the picture down and leaned his head against the headboard. But if his dream was actually real than Viggo was the one that hurt him. He desperately wanted to know what had really happened. He knew people knew. He just wasn’t sure why no one was telling him.
He let his mind clear and just listened to the sounds around him. The silence was almost deafening. They’d turned off the machines, deeming him fit to be without them. The television was off. There were no sounds drifting in from outside the window or the door. He felt truly and utterly alone. He had no one. Of the people he could remember he knew none were close friends. Those that seemed like they were his best mates were totally wiped from his memory.
He replayed his dream over and over again in his mind. Tears welled up and spilled over his lashes. What he wouldn’t give to really have a friendship like he and Lij had in that dream. What he wouldn’t give for a real friend at all. He let the silent tears fall as he stared at the ceiling.
“Doushite daremo inai kono heya de karada ga furueru n darou oshiete. Doushite daremo inai kono heya de namida ga koboreru n darou oshiete”
Orlando’s eyes snapped open and he looked over at the door. “Huh?“
Vicky walked in carrying a vase of flowers. “It’s a Japanese song. It makes me sad to hear it, but you’re living it. Just watching you like this makes me want to cry.”
“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to make you sad. What you just said, those lyrics, what do they mean.”
Vicky took her time setting the vase down. She walked over to the bed and sat down on it, facing Orlando. She brushed his tears away gently before speaking. “It means ‘Why in this empty room is my body shaking? Tell me. Why in this empty room are the tears overflowing? Tell me.’”
Orlando looked down at his hands. “I am living that, aren’t I?”
Vicky nodded. “The person in the song lost someone very close to him. It’s implied that the person died. In your case, the person isn’t dead. He’s just merely sleeping. The person you’re missing is you.”
Orlando smiled faintly. “I feel like I’ve lost everyone important to me and I don’t know why. I don’t know how to get them back. I’m scared.”
“Yeah, I know. I also know that you family and friends love you very much and will continue to do so even if you never do remember the relationships you had before. Oh! Some good news is in order I believe. I spoke to Elijah about your dream, the part with him in it anyway. He said it happened just as you described it. He doesn’t know what you and Viggo did with it after he left, but he does know he gave it to you like you said.”
“That is good news then. Maybe I really am beginning to remember. But then-” He cut himself off. He didn’t want to finish his thought about Viggo stabbing him. He didn’t want to believe that. But it was so vivid. He couldn’t help it. Viggo had hurt him badly. He didn’t ever want to be left alone with him again. He may kill him next. But he didn’t look like he wanted Orlando dead. He sighed.
“Perhaps you’d like some television to keep you mind off things for awhile?” When Orlando nodded Vicky turned on the TV. “Is there anything in particular you want to watch?”
“Just not TNT again.” Orlando got himself comfy for a boring television viewing session.
“Here, I’ll leave you with E! then. You can catch up on the latest Hollywood gossip. I’ll come back and check on you in a few hours okay? If you need anything, just call.” She stood and took her leave.
“Thanks, Vicky!” he called to her retreating form. She just tossed a wave over her shoulder.
Orlando sighed and turned his attention to the television. The commentator was going on and on about the best movie premiers of 2003. Watching boring premier after boring premier Orlando thought about changing the channel. Until. “Up next, The Lord of the Rings: Return of the King’s Los Angeles premier.”
He was supposedly in that movie wasn’t he? He figured he’d better watch it to see how he’d interacted with the other members of the cast. He fidgeted through all the commercials. Finally it was back on.
He paid no attention to what anyone was saying. He focused mainly on the actions of everyone present. Then his jaw dropped. Viggo walked onto the screen. Even as terrified of the man as he was, he couldn’t deny he looked damn sexy. Apparently he had thought so at the time too. He watched in fascination as he and Viggo draped themselves all over each other. He felt his head spin with each kiss they bestowed on the other. For a second he almost felt like he was there with them.
Commercials took over the screen, but Orlando was still in LA. He could hear all the fans cheering for him and the rest of the cast. He could feel Viggo’s hand on the small of his back. He could smell Viggo next to him.
He blinked and he was back in the hospital room. He looked around, trying to figure out what happened.
Orlando frowned as he realized what brought him back to earth, the painful throbbing of a constrained erection. He slipped his hand under the sheets to free it from his hospital gown, moaning softly at the contact.
His eyes fluttering closed, images of Viggo wrapping his hand around his hardening cock flit across his mind.
You like that? Viggo's low, gravelly voice asked.
Dragging his thumb slowly over his head, Orlando gasped softly. Yes... so good... His reply echoed through his head as his eyes slowly opened halfway. He gripped his shaft tightly, moving up and down as his free hand ventured further between his legs, rolling his plump testicles gingerly or tracing his tender hole gently.
His nipples hardened quickly as Viggo gently licked them. You taste good, kid.
He frowned. Kid? I am no Kid, Viggo..
Thrusting harder into his hand, Orlando moaned softly, his finger slipping into his hole. His body desperate for release, he could not stand this masochism any longer, and he moaned loudly as his sweet come covered his hospital-issue gown.
Once in breathing evened back out, he wiped his hands on his gown. Confused, his eyes searched the room, landing back on the TV. But how? he wondered. How could Viggo both hurt him and arouse him? What is he doing to him? Which memory is real?
He hit the button on the remote and the television switched off. He sighed and buried his head deeper into his pillow. Exhaustion swept over him. He closed his eyes and whispered “Viggo” before falling into a deep dreamless sleep.
TBC
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