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Title: One Dream 1/1
I’m working on a new series. Each story stands alone, unless otherwise noted. But all stores belong to the October Project Arc.
Title: One Dream 1/1
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
daisuke_yoshiki
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Viggo loves to read... and dream
Disclaimer: I don’t know them, though I wish I did. I just made this up. ~_~
A/N: The lyrics for “One Dream” belong to October Project. I will also admit.. this is rather...weird. I like it though ^.^
Feedback: I’d love it if you did.
One Dream
In this dream of life and death
I know so much I will forget
I know your body and your breath
I know your rhythm and your touch
I want you here
I want so much
I fear too much
Far too human to let go
I fight the river and the flow
I fight the love and the fear
I do not want to leave you here
In one body you appear
In this dream
I dream
And I still want so much
To touch the inside
I dream
And I still want to stay
Inside this dream with you
Now I know
That every dream begins with you
And ends in time
Now I know
That maybe I am too alive
If I could speak in tongues of flame
I'd burn forever with your name
And take it with me through all time
I would remember who you are
In every life I'd touch your heart
In every dream
I dream...
Viggo smiled to himself as he put the last stack of books on the shelf. With his work done, he was free to wander the library as he pleased. He walked down the isles, running his hands lovingly over the shelves as he passed.
He loved this library. He’d been coming here every month since he was a child. When he grew older his trips became more and more frequent. After college he’d come back and applied for a job. Now, years later, he was the head librarian.
Why libraries? Why this particular one? Viggo smiled. That was easy. He headed straight for the history section, finding the book he was looking for with practiced ease. This book was why.
He sat down on a lounge chair and leafed through the book’s pages, skipping all the “irrelevant” history. He was just interested in one tale: the life story of Orlando Bloom.
He first found the book when his was around 8. He quickly became fascinated with the idea of a boy with practically nothing growing up to become one of the most influential people of all time. Everyone knew of Orlando.
Back then he thought it would be fun to have someone like Orlando to play with. He fell asleep one night and dreamed of a dark haired, charismatic youth. In the dream the two of them went on many adventures. Nothing was out of their reach. He told his friends of his dreams and they all scorned him. He quickly learned to keep his dreams to himself.
In his mid-teens he was still having his dreams. Now they only came once every few days. These dreams were of a totally different nature. The youth was growing into a gorgeous young man. In his dreams they would kiss and caress, just holding each other close. After each dream, Viggo would go to the library and check out this book. He’d take it home and just stare at the pictures of Orlando.
He was obsessed with Orlando and he knew it. He often cursed the heavens for being born centuries after the most perfect creature to ever exist graced the world. To this day, he’d never been with anyone. No one else compared to the lovely man in the history books.
That night Viggo was restless. He wanted to sleep if only to see the object of his desire. He tossed and turned but could not fall asleep. He finally got out of bed and went to the bathroom to get a glass of water. After getting his drink he went back to his room and pulled his boxers off. He slid into bed and sighed as sleep finally took him.
He smiled as he heard the familiar laughter from behind him, yet his world was still dark. He frowned and reached for his blindfold.
“Ah ah ah! No fair peaking!”
“Orlando, what’s going on?”
“Shh. It’s a surprise.” Viggo shuddered when a hot tongue traced the edge of his ear.
“I don’t like surprises.”
“No, but I do.”
“How can you surprise me in my own dream?”
“Because I’m good.”
“That you are.” He felt lips press against his in a quick but loving kiss. “You’d be better if let me take the blindfold off.”
“Oh you are no fun! What happened to the mischievous boy I used to torment little girls with?”
“You kissed him and girls no longer interested him. It’s all your fault, you know.”
Orlando laughed. “Is that such a bad thing?
“Okay, now you’re stalling.”
He shuddered has the warm breath hit his neck. Deft fingers slid beneath his shirt. “Well it IS your dream. If you want it off, take it off.”
“If it’s on, there must be a reason.”
Orlando placed a kiss to the side of his neck. “I love you, you know.”
“Yes I know.” He sighed and pulled off the blindfold. “I know because this is my dream and therefore created you this way.”
Orlando’s smile faltered. “It is a dream, but I know you have other dreams. Are those dreams as realistic as this one? Do you dream of anyone else?”
“You know I do not.” He lifted a hand and caressed Orlando’s cheek. He inhaled deeply and pulled the other man to him. “This is just not enough anymore, love. It’s always the same. It’s only a dream. I want to have this when I wake up.”
“You’ve dreamt of this while staring out the window many times.”
“Yes, but when I come back to myself you are always gone. Maybe it would be best if I just never woke up from this dream. Do you think I could do that? Stay here with you forever?”
“Oh, love.” Orlando placed a tender kiss to Viggo’s lips. “Anything is possible. But I do not want you to give up you life just for me.”
“It wouldn’t be for you. It would be for us.”
“Would you do anything for us? Even if it meant the loss of the world as you knew it?”
Viggo gulped but nodded. “You know I would. I would give up everything just to feel you next to me.”
Orlando smiled and pulled away. “Then put that blindfold back on.”
Viggo stared at him for a few seconds before placing the cloth securely over his eyes once more. He sighed as he felt the familiar sensation of waking up. He opened his eyes, but his world was still dark. There was a heaviness on him that he was not used to feeling here.
He reached up and felt a silk cloth covering his eyes. What the hell? He grabbed hold of it to take it off.
A giggle stopped him.
Ah, so he was still dreaming then. He lowered his hand to his side.
“What’d you stop for? You can take it off now.”
He sighed. “I’m tired of games, Orlando.”
“This is no game, love. Just take it off.”
He blinked a few times as he complied. He was staring at the ceiling; the soft rays of morning illuminated his room. Again he sighed. His dreams were not long enough at all. Why'd he take the blindfold off and leave Orlando in the world of dreams?
“Oh, Orlando, how I wish you could be here. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Viggo nearly jumped out of his skin as a tongue flitted across his nipple. He looked down, wide-eyed, into the grinning face of his dream lover.
“What? But how? Am I still dreaming?”
Orlando slid to his side and brought himself level with Viggo. “This is an entirely different sort of dream.”
“So I’m awake then?”
Orlando nodded and smiled.
“But..”
“It’s easy, love. If even one person remembers you, you never cease to exist.”
“But you’re in the history books! Everyone remembers you!”
Orlando shook his head. “That’s not the same. You know me for who I am, not who history makes me out to be. You grew up with me. You loved me.”
“Correction, I love you.”
“And that is why I am here now.”
“So how long are you here? What happens now?”
“Well for starters you won’t be having any more of those dreams.”
Viggo raised an eyebrow. “No?”
“Nope, not a one.”
“And why ever not?”
“Because I don’t plan on letting you sleep.”
Viggo chuckled. “No?”
“Nope.” Orlando leaned forward and kissed Viggo deeply.
After a few minutes Viggo pulled back. “You still didn’t answer me. How long are you going to be here like this?”
“How does ‘Till death do us part’ sound, hm?”
“You’re serious?”
Orlando laughed. “You wanted me, well now you’ve got me! As much as I want to explore that more, you’ve got to get to work. Don’t worry, I’ll still be here when you get home.”
“Good morning, Mr. Mortensen!”
Viggo looked up from his stack of books. “Oh, hello there, Mrs. Hall. How are you today?”
“Oh, just fine, my boy, just fine. How’s that husband of yours?”
Viggo blinked. “Excuse me?”
“You know! Orlando! How’s Orlando doing, boy?”
“Uh... He’s just fine, thank you.”
The old lady chuckled. “Of course he is! With a husband like you, why wouldn’t he be? Such a sweet man, Orlando. Why, I remember that time when you two were young. Little troublemakers the both of you. You were just a pain, but Orlando... He just went along with you because he loved you. I was glad to see you finally marry that dear boy. Well, I’ve got to run now. Maybe I’ll stop by later with some of my fresh cookies. Sound good?”
“Yes, ma’am, that sounds great!”
“I’ll see you later then.”
Viggo frowned as she walked away.
“Would you do anything for us? Even if it meant the loss of the world as you knew it?”
Then Viggo laughed. If this is what Orlando meant, he could definitely live with the loss.
As he lay in bed, Orlando sleeping by his side, he smiled into the darkness. He didn’t care if this was a dream or not. If it was he hoped he never had to wake up from it. He wrapped an arm around Orlando and kissed his dark curls. Orlando mumbled and curled closer. He closed his eyes and slipped into slumber, confidant that his love would be with him when he opened his eyes.
Darkness surrounded him and he heard familiar laughter.
END
Title: One Dream 1/1
Author:
daisuke_yoshikiPairing: Viggo/Orlando
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Viggo loves to read... and dream
Disclaimer: I don’t know them, though I wish I did. I just made this up. ~_~
A/N: The lyrics for “One Dream” belong to October Project. I will also admit.. this is rather...weird. I like it though ^.^
Feedback: I’d love it if you did.
One Dream
In this dream of life and death
I know so much I will forget
I know your body and your breath
I know your rhythm and your touch
I want you here
I want so much
I fear too much
Far too human to let go
I fight the river and the flow
I fight the love and the fear
I do not want to leave you here
In one body you appear
In this dream
I dream
And I still want so much
To touch the inside
I dream
And I still want to stay
Inside this dream with you
Now I know
That every dream begins with you
And ends in time
Now I know
That maybe I am too alive
If I could speak in tongues of flame
I'd burn forever with your name
And take it with me through all time
I would remember who you are
In every life I'd touch your heart
In every dream
I dream...
Viggo smiled to himself as he put the last stack of books on the shelf. With his work done, he was free to wander the library as he pleased. He walked down the isles, running his hands lovingly over the shelves as he passed.
He loved this library. He’d been coming here every month since he was a child. When he grew older his trips became more and more frequent. After college he’d come back and applied for a job. Now, years later, he was the head librarian.
Why libraries? Why this particular one? Viggo smiled. That was easy. He headed straight for the history section, finding the book he was looking for with practiced ease. This book was why.
He sat down on a lounge chair and leafed through the book’s pages, skipping all the “irrelevant” history. He was just interested in one tale: the life story of Orlando Bloom.
He first found the book when his was around 8. He quickly became fascinated with the idea of a boy with practically nothing growing up to become one of the most influential people of all time. Everyone knew of Orlando.
Back then he thought it would be fun to have someone like Orlando to play with. He fell asleep one night and dreamed of a dark haired, charismatic youth. In the dream the two of them went on many adventures. Nothing was out of their reach. He told his friends of his dreams and they all scorned him. He quickly learned to keep his dreams to himself.
In his mid-teens he was still having his dreams. Now they only came once every few days. These dreams were of a totally different nature. The youth was growing into a gorgeous young man. In his dreams they would kiss and caress, just holding each other close. After each dream, Viggo would go to the library and check out this book. He’d take it home and just stare at the pictures of Orlando.
He was obsessed with Orlando and he knew it. He often cursed the heavens for being born centuries after the most perfect creature to ever exist graced the world. To this day, he’d never been with anyone. No one else compared to the lovely man in the history books.
That night Viggo was restless. He wanted to sleep if only to see the object of his desire. He tossed and turned but could not fall asleep. He finally got out of bed and went to the bathroom to get a glass of water. After getting his drink he went back to his room and pulled his boxers off. He slid into bed and sighed as sleep finally took him.
He smiled as he heard the familiar laughter from behind him, yet his world was still dark. He frowned and reached for his blindfold.
“Ah ah ah! No fair peaking!”
“Orlando, what’s going on?”
“Shh. It’s a surprise.” Viggo shuddered when a hot tongue traced the edge of his ear.
“I don’t like surprises.”
“No, but I do.”
“How can you surprise me in my own dream?”
“Because I’m good.”
“That you are.” He felt lips press against his in a quick but loving kiss. “You’d be better if let me take the blindfold off.”
“Oh you are no fun! What happened to the mischievous boy I used to torment little girls with?”
“You kissed him and girls no longer interested him. It’s all your fault, you know.”
Orlando laughed. “Is that such a bad thing?
“Okay, now you’re stalling.”
He shuddered has the warm breath hit his neck. Deft fingers slid beneath his shirt. “Well it IS your dream. If you want it off, take it off.”
“If it’s on, there must be a reason.”
Orlando placed a kiss to the side of his neck. “I love you, you know.”
“Yes I know.” He sighed and pulled off the blindfold. “I know because this is my dream and therefore created you this way.”
Orlando’s smile faltered. “It is a dream, but I know you have other dreams. Are those dreams as realistic as this one? Do you dream of anyone else?”
“You know I do not.” He lifted a hand and caressed Orlando’s cheek. He inhaled deeply and pulled the other man to him. “This is just not enough anymore, love. It’s always the same. It’s only a dream. I want to have this when I wake up.”
“You’ve dreamt of this while staring out the window many times.”
“Yes, but when I come back to myself you are always gone. Maybe it would be best if I just never woke up from this dream. Do you think I could do that? Stay here with you forever?”
“Oh, love.” Orlando placed a tender kiss to Viggo’s lips. “Anything is possible. But I do not want you to give up you life just for me.”
“It wouldn’t be for you. It would be for us.”
“Would you do anything for us? Even if it meant the loss of the world as you knew it?”
Viggo gulped but nodded. “You know I would. I would give up everything just to feel you next to me.”
Orlando smiled and pulled away. “Then put that blindfold back on.”
Viggo stared at him for a few seconds before placing the cloth securely over his eyes once more. He sighed as he felt the familiar sensation of waking up. He opened his eyes, but his world was still dark. There was a heaviness on him that he was not used to feeling here.
He reached up and felt a silk cloth covering his eyes. What the hell? He grabbed hold of it to take it off.
A giggle stopped him.
Ah, so he was still dreaming then. He lowered his hand to his side.
“What’d you stop for? You can take it off now.”
He sighed. “I’m tired of games, Orlando.”
“This is no game, love. Just take it off.”
He blinked a few times as he complied. He was staring at the ceiling; the soft rays of morning illuminated his room. Again he sighed. His dreams were not long enough at all. Why'd he take the blindfold off and leave Orlando in the world of dreams?
“Oh, Orlando, how I wish you could be here. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Viggo nearly jumped out of his skin as a tongue flitted across his nipple. He looked down, wide-eyed, into the grinning face of his dream lover.
“What? But how? Am I still dreaming?”
Orlando slid to his side and brought himself level with Viggo. “This is an entirely different sort of dream.”
“So I’m awake then?”
Orlando nodded and smiled.
“But..”
“It’s easy, love. If even one person remembers you, you never cease to exist.”
“But you’re in the history books! Everyone remembers you!”
Orlando shook his head. “That’s not the same. You know me for who I am, not who history makes me out to be. You grew up with me. You loved me.”
“Correction, I love you.”
“And that is why I am here now.”
“So how long are you here? What happens now?”
“Well for starters you won’t be having any more of those dreams.”
Viggo raised an eyebrow. “No?”
“Nope, not a one.”
“And why ever not?”
“Because I don’t plan on letting you sleep.”
Viggo chuckled. “No?”
“Nope.” Orlando leaned forward and kissed Viggo deeply.
After a few minutes Viggo pulled back. “You still didn’t answer me. How long are you going to be here like this?”
“How does ‘Till death do us part’ sound, hm?”
“You’re serious?”
Orlando laughed. “You wanted me, well now you’ve got me! As much as I want to explore that more, you’ve got to get to work. Don’t worry, I’ll still be here when you get home.”
“Good morning, Mr. Mortensen!”
Viggo looked up from his stack of books. “Oh, hello there, Mrs. Hall. How are you today?”
“Oh, just fine, my boy, just fine. How’s that husband of yours?”
Viggo blinked. “Excuse me?”
“You know! Orlando! How’s Orlando doing, boy?”
“Uh... He’s just fine, thank you.”
The old lady chuckled. “Of course he is! With a husband like you, why wouldn’t he be? Such a sweet man, Orlando. Why, I remember that time when you two were young. Little troublemakers the both of you. You were just a pain, but Orlando... He just went along with you because he loved you. I was glad to see you finally marry that dear boy. Well, I’ve got to run now. Maybe I’ll stop by later with some of my fresh cookies. Sound good?”
“Yes, ma’am, that sounds great!”
“I’ll see you later then.”
Viggo frowned as she walked away.
“Would you do anything for us? Even if it meant the loss of the world as you knew it?”
Then Viggo laughed. If this is what Orlando meant, he could definitely live with the loss.
As he lay in bed, Orlando sleeping by his side, he smiled into the darkness. He didn’t care if this was a dream or not. If it was he hoped he never had to wake up from it. He wrapped an arm around Orlando and kissed his dark curls. Orlando mumbled and curled closer. He closed his eyes and slipped into slumber, confidant that his love would be with him when he opened his eyes.
Darkness surrounded him and he heard familiar laughter.
END