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Title: It wasn’t supposed to be like this 11/15
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daisuke_yoshiki
Pairing: V/O
Rating: Overall NC-17
Summary: Orlando feels suffocated; Viggo feels neglected.
Disclaimer: I don't know these people. I'm just making this up as I go.
A/N: Thought they were gonna be happy now? *snorts* Riiiight. There's still 4 more chapters to go!
Feedback: Thank you all for the lovely feedback thus far. More? ^.~
When Viggo awoke he was alone. Always alone.
He could hear muted voices arguing in the living room. The front door slammed, then there was silence. Viggo sighed. "Back to your same old games, huh Orlando?" Not once had the other man stayed until Viggo awoke.
He replayed the previous days events and closed his eyes. It was all so typical. He'd always ask Orlando to say. Orlando would always say he would. Viggo would fall asleep feeling confident he'd wake up to the most beautiful creature in the world. Every morning he woke up alone.
He groaned and rolled over onto his stomach. He didn't want to be awake. He didn't want to get out of bed. He most certainly didn't want to face another day. He could not convice his bladder to see the wisdom of this.
He wandered into the living room after he took care of his morning bathroom ritual. He all but collapsed onto the couch, glaring at the sunlight filtering through the room, as if it was the cause of his current misery.
After several minutes of sulking he reached over and picked up the slip of paper on the otherwise barren coffee table. He knew what it was going to say before he even read it. It was always the same.
Viggo,
I'm sorry I had to leave before you got up. Dom came over with Lij and made me go with them. I'll stop by later if I can get away from "Mommy Hobbits" long enough.
I hope you don't mind, but I cleaned up the place a bit. Your laundry is all done and is in a basket by your dresser. I also made some stuff for you to eat, so please eat? It's not good to not eat.
Are you doing okay? I mean, nothings really WRONG, right? You know you can talk to me at any time.
Well, see you later
Orlando
Viggo crumpled the note and threw it in the general direction of the waste basket, not caring he completely missed.
Orlando had said there was food prepared for him. Food sounded great right about then. He got up and walked into the kitchen. There was nothing sitting out so he assumed Orlando had placed everything back in the fridge. He opened the door and just stared. Apparently, Orlando thought Viggo hadn’t eaten in months. He dug through containers and found nothing that remotely looked edible. What the fuck had Orlando done to his kitchen?
Oh well, he thought. There’s always that nice Chinese place down the road.
“I still don’t see why you had to come get me! I was doing fine, you know.” A rather irate Orlando was currently trying not to maim his friends.
“Well maybe there’s the fact that you didn’t come home last night! We were worried about you, man!” Elijah chewed on his lower lip.
“Worried about me? You guys never leave me alone long enough to get myself into any trouble!” Orlando tried really hard to keep his voice down.
“Don’t yell at Lij, mate. We’re just trying to help you here. If you don’t want our help, just fucking say so. Nothing’s making you stay with us, you know.”
Orlando snapped his gaze to Dom. “Nothing’s making me stay, you say? As I recall you two practically dragged me from Viggo’s earlier!”
Dom’s eyes narrowed. “If you want to go back to Vig so much, just go. Keep in mind where that led last time though.”
Elijah’s eyes widened. “Dom! Don’t!”
Dom scowled. “What? Don’t tell him what the fuck happened? Don’t you think he should know?”
“Yes, but not like this! You can’t go blaming this on Vig!”
“Excuse me! If you two are quite done discussing me like I’m not sitting right here...”
Elijah had the decency to look sheepish. “Sorry.”
“I’m not! You stay away from Vig! He’s bad for you, that one!” Elijah gave Dom the glare of death.
“What, so I can’t make my own decision on this?” Orlando was very close to getting up and walking out.
Despite Elijah’s efforts, Dom persisted. “You already did once. The best thing you ever did was ditch that fucker.”
Hands slammed down onto the table. Orlando rose quickly and turned to Elijah. “Sorry, mate, but I will not sit here and listen to this. Catch you later.” With that, he turned and stormed out of the bar.
He started walking, not really paying attention to where he was going. He looked up and saw Viggo's car. He looked behind him to make sure he wasn't being followed by the "nasty hobbitses." Seeing no one, he darted across the street and into the restaurant.
Viggo was feeling very neglected. He knew he really had no reason to feel that way. He cast a bored eye around the room. He almost stood up to leave when the door bursting open caught his eye. He tried to hunch over to avoid Orlando's searching gaze and groaned inwardly when the man started weaving his way through the table to get to him.
Viggo started messing with his napkin, putting off looking at Orlando for as long as possible. When he finally looked up, he was graced with the most beautific smile known to man. "Thought you could out run me?"
"Orlando. Hi."
"May I sit down?"
"Actually, I was just leaving. Please do sit. I won't detain you." Viggo rose from the booth and stood face-to-face with Orlando. "If you'll excuse me?"
"Wait!" Orlando reached out and grabbed Viggo's jacket as he walked by. "Viggo, what-?"
Viggo cut him off with a headshake. "Not here. If you want to talk, fine. Just not here." He turned around and walked away. Orlando stood there for a second then followed the older man out the door.
For a moment, Orlando thought Viggo was just going to get in his car and drive off. Instead the man headed across the street to the small park Orlando had walked through earlier. He followed him to a secluded where they both sat down. The silence dragged on, neither really wanting to speak first.
Orlando finally spoke. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Something is. It's me, isn't it?"
"Why would it be you?"
Orlando turned to face Viggo. "It's because I told you I was afraid of you. Don't tell me it's not! You disappeared right after that, refusing to talk to anyone! I finally go see you and what did I find? You passed out on the floor, a complete mess. Now, tell me that's not my fault!"
Viggo looked down at his hands, crossed in his lap. "What do you want from me?" He felt like that question revealed more than he wanted.
"I want you to forgive me."
"That's easy. It hurt, but I understood."
"Okay, then how about we go back to the way things used to be?"
Viggo sucked in his breath. "You don't know what you're asking."
"Yes, I think I do. If last night was any indication, I DO know what I'm asking."
"It won't work. Now, I need to go." Viggo stood, but made no move to leave.
"Why wouldn't it? Viggo!" Orlando felt a wave of panic wash over him. He could not let Viggo leave him.
"I'm sorry, I've just got to go."
“Viggo, please! Can’t we go back to the way things used to be?” Orlando was close to tears.
“The way things used to be? Orlando, you can’t even remember the way things used to be! So how can you even think that will ever happen?” Viggo snapped.
“So what? Maybe I can’t remember. You remember don’t you?” Orlando knew he sounded desperate. Right now he was, so he didn’t care.
“Well of course I remember! I remember every fucking detail of every fucking day since I met you!” He closed his mouth quickly, not exactly liking the way that came out.
Orlando reached out a hand and placed it on Viggo’s arm and spoke softly. “Then remind me. Tell me every detail of our lives since we met. Show me how things used to be.”
“I can’t.” Viggo turned away from those deep brown eyes.
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t want to.”
Obviously Viggo was set on being difficult. “Why not?”
Viggo let out a heavy sigh. “Because I don’t want things to be the way there were before. I just can’t do that again.”
“Do what again, Viggo? You’re going to have to tell me, because I sure as hell don’t know!”
Viggo turned back to Orlando and studied him in silence.
“Viggo? What-” He was cut off by a raised hand.
“Orlando, you say you want things to go back to the way they used to be, yet you have no idea what that is. Doesn’t it seem a little strange to want something and not know what it is you want? Tell me this, what is it exactly that you want?”
Orlando looked puzzled. He almost repeated that he wanted things to go back the way they were before. But Viggo was right. He really had no clue what that was. “I want you to be my friend.”
Viggo raised an eyebrow. “Friend, huh.” He nodded to himself. “Yeah sure, Orlando, I can do that. Whatever you say.” He turned to walk off, but Orlando’s voice stopped him.
“Where do you think you’re going, mate?”
“Hm? I’m going home, why?”
Orlando got a mischievous glint in his eye. “Oh no your not! Not unless it’s home with me. We’re two friends who haven’t seen each other in a long time.” Viggo rolled his eyes. “Mates who’ve been apart as long as we have need to catch up. No, Viggo, my friend, you’re not going back to your house and brood in the dark. You and I are going to have ourselves a little...slumber party.”
TBC
Author:
daisuke_yoshikiPairing: V/O
Rating: Overall NC-17
Summary: Orlando feels suffocated; Viggo feels neglected.
Disclaimer: I don't know these people. I'm just making this up as I go.
A/N: Thought they were gonna be happy now? *snorts* Riiiight. There's still 4 more chapters to go!
Feedback: Thank you all for the lovely feedback thus far. More? ^.~
When Viggo awoke he was alone. Always alone.
He could hear muted voices arguing in the living room. The front door slammed, then there was silence. Viggo sighed. "Back to your same old games, huh Orlando?" Not once had the other man stayed until Viggo awoke.
He replayed the previous days events and closed his eyes. It was all so typical. He'd always ask Orlando to say. Orlando would always say he would. Viggo would fall asleep feeling confident he'd wake up to the most beautiful creature in the world. Every morning he woke up alone.
He groaned and rolled over onto his stomach. He didn't want to be awake. He didn't want to get out of bed. He most certainly didn't want to face another day. He could not convice his bladder to see the wisdom of this.
He wandered into the living room after he took care of his morning bathroom ritual. He all but collapsed onto the couch, glaring at the sunlight filtering through the room, as if it was the cause of his current misery.
After several minutes of sulking he reached over and picked up the slip of paper on the otherwise barren coffee table. He knew what it was going to say before he even read it. It was always the same.
Viggo,
I'm sorry I had to leave before you got up. Dom came over with Lij and made me go with them. I'll stop by later if I can get away from "Mommy Hobbits" long enough.
I hope you don't mind, but I cleaned up the place a bit. Your laundry is all done and is in a basket by your dresser. I also made some stuff for you to eat, so please eat? It's not good to not eat.
Are you doing okay? I mean, nothings really WRONG, right? You know you can talk to me at any time.
Well, see you later
Orlando
Viggo crumpled the note and threw it in the general direction of the waste basket, not caring he completely missed.
Orlando had said there was food prepared for him. Food sounded great right about then. He got up and walked into the kitchen. There was nothing sitting out so he assumed Orlando had placed everything back in the fridge. He opened the door and just stared. Apparently, Orlando thought Viggo hadn’t eaten in months. He dug through containers and found nothing that remotely looked edible. What the fuck had Orlando done to his kitchen?
Oh well, he thought. There’s always that nice Chinese place down the road.
“I still don’t see why you had to come get me! I was doing fine, you know.” A rather irate Orlando was currently trying not to maim his friends.
“Well maybe there’s the fact that you didn’t come home last night! We were worried about you, man!” Elijah chewed on his lower lip.
“Worried about me? You guys never leave me alone long enough to get myself into any trouble!” Orlando tried really hard to keep his voice down.
“Don’t yell at Lij, mate. We’re just trying to help you here. If you don’t want our help, just fucking say so. Nothing’s making you stay with us, you know.”
Orlando snapped his gaze to Dom. “Nothing’s making me stay, you say? As I recall you two practically dragged me from Viggo’s earlier!”
Dom’s eyes narrowed. “If you want to go back to Vig so much, just go. Keep in mind where that led last time though.”
Elijah’s eyes widened. “Dom! Don’t!”
Dom scowled. “What? Don’t tell him what the fuck happened? Don’t you think he should know?”
“Yes, but not like this! You can’t go blaming this on Vig!”
“Excuse me! If you two are quite done discussing me like I’m not sitting right here...”
Elijah had the decency to look sheepish. “Sorry.”
“I’m not! You stay away from Vig! He’s bad for you, that one!” Elijah gave Dom the glare of death.
“What, so I can’t make my own decision on this?” Orlando was very close to getting up and walking out.
Despite Elijah’s efforts, Dom persisted. “You already did once. The best thing you ever did was ditch that fucker.”
Hands slammed down onto the table. Orlando rose quickly and turned to Elijah. “Sorry, mate, but I will not sit here and listen to this. Catch you later.” With that, he turned and stormed out of the bar.
He started walking, not really paying attention to where he was going. He looked up and saw Viggo's car. He looked behind him to make sure he wasn't being followed by the "nasty hobbitses." Seeing no one, he darted across the street and into the restaurant.
Viggo was feeling very neglected. He knew he really had no reason to feel that way. He cast a bored eye around the room. He almost stood up to leave when the door bursting open caught his eye. He tried to hunch over to avoid Orlando's searching gaze and groaned inwardly when the man started weaving his way through the table to get to him.
Viggo started messing with his napkin, putting off looking at Orlando for as long as possible. When he finally looked up, he was graced with the most beautific smile known to man. "Thought you could out run me?"
"Orlando. Hi."
"May I sit down?"
"Actually, I was just leaving. Please do sit. I won't detain you." Viggo rose from the booth and stood face-to-face with Orlando. "If you'll excuse me?"
"Wait!" Orlando reached out and grabbed Viggo's jacket as he walked by. "Viggo, what-?"
Viggo cut him off with a headshake. "Not here. If you want to talk, fine. Just not here." He turned around and walked away. Orlando stood there for a second then followed the older man out the door.
For a moment, Orlando thought Viggo was just going to get in his car and drive off. Instead the man headed across the street to the small park Orlando had walked through earlier. He followed him to a secluded where they both sat down. The silence dragged on, neither really wanting to speak first.
Orlando finally spoke. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Something is. It's me, isn't it?"
"Why would it be you?"
Orlando turned to face Viggo. "It's because I told you I was afraid of you. Don't tell me it's not! You disappeared right after that, refusing to talk to anyone! I finally go see you and what did I find? You passed out on the floor, a complete mess. Now, tell me that's not my fault!"
Viggo looked down at his hands, crossed in his lap. "What do you want from me?" He felt like that question revealed more than he wanted.
"I want you to forgive me."
"That's easy. It hurt, but I understood."
"Okay, then how about we go back to the way things used to be?"
Viggo sucked in his breath. "You don't know what you're asking."
"Yes, I think I do. If last night was any indication, I DO know what I'm asking."
"It won't work. Now, I need to go." Viggo stood, but made no move to leave.
"Why wouldn't it? Viggo!" Orlando felt a wave of panic wash over him. He could not let Viggo leave him.
"I'm sorry, I've just got to go."
“Viggo, please! Can’t we go back to the way things used to be?” Orlando was close to tears.
“The way things used to be? Orlando, you can’t even remember the way things used to be! So how can you even think that will ever happen?” Viggo snapped.
“So what? Maybe I can’t remember. You remember don’t you?” Orlando knew he sounded desperate. Right now he was, so he didn’t care.
“Well of course I remember! I remember every fucking detail of every fucking day since I met you!” He closed his mouth quickly, not exactly liking the way that came out.
Orlando reached out a hand and placed it on Viggo’s arm and spoke softly. “Then remind me. Tell me every detail of our lives since we met. Show me how things used to be.”
“I can’t.” Viggo turned away from those deep brown eyes.
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t want to.”
Obviously Viggo was set on being difficult. “Why not?”
Viggo let out a heavy sigh. “Because I don’t want things to be the way there were before. I just can’t do that again.”
“Do what again, Viggo? You’re going to have to tell me, because I sure as hell don’t know!”
Viggo turned back to Orlando and studied him in silence.
“Viggo? What-” He was cut off by a raised hand.
“Orlando, you say you want things to go back to the way they used to be, yet you have no idea what that is. Doesn’t it seem a little strange to want something and not know what it is you want? Tell me this, what is it exactly that you want?”
Orlando looked puzzled. He almost repeated that he wanted things to go back the way they were before. But Viggo was right. He really had no clue what that was. “I want you to be my friend.”
Viggo raised an eyebrow. “Friend, huh.” He nodded to himself. “Yeah sure, Orlando, I can do that. Whatever you say.” He turned to walk off, but Orlando’s voice stopped him.
“Where do you think you’re going, mate?”
“Hm? I’m going home, why?”
Orlando got a mischievous glint in his eye. “Oh no your not! Not unless it’s home with me. We’re two friends who haven’t seen each other in a long time.” Viggo rolled his eyes. “Mates who’ve been apart as long as we have need to catch up. No, Viggo, my friend, you’re not going back to your house and brood in the dark. You and I are going to have ourselves a little...slumber party.”
TBC
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hehehe I had them sitting at this point for almost two weeks I think. *ponders* Poor guys. XD
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I adore Dom, but really. He's gotta keep it shut. Put his mouth to better use, soon, I'd hope. *Wink.*
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