Poetic Justice
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Category:
Lord of the Rings Movies › General › Lord of the Ring Stars
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
3,649
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is work of fiction! I do not know the celebrity(ies) I am writing about, and I do not profit from these writings.
part 10
“Oh bloody hell,” Orlando breathed. He had to stop himself from placing both hands protectivoverover his ass. It took effort, but he instead fisted his hands and kept them at his sides.
Lips pursing in thought Viggo nodded. He was watching men go into the club two by two, many of them holding hands. “A gay bar.”
“I thought you said he was denying his gay tendencies?” demanded the young Brit.
“I said he probably doesn’t like to admit they exist, trying to deny them.” Viggo pulled his brown suede cowboy hat down lower over his brow. “Alright, I’m going in.”
“Not without me, you’re not.” Orlando took a step forward.
The older man caught the back of his shirt and pulled his young friend back into the alley’s mouth. “Not so fast,” he commanded.
“I am not going to wait out here,” argued the dark haired male.
Patiently Viggo began to explain. “You’re a gorgeous young man, and that would be too tempting for them. Besides, you really think he wouldn’t recognize the guy he raped? We don’t know what to expect in there…”
“I’m expecting to see men paired off, maybe a little kissing or fondling, and some dancing and drinking.” Viggo thought he was gorgeous? That sent a thrill of pleasure through Orlando.
“Don’t get lippy,” Viggo growled. “Please, Orlando, stay here?”
Orlando caught the older man’s face in both of his hands, his fingers tenderly stroking the sculpted cheekbones. “Even in the movies Aragorn needed Legolas to help him. There’s no wacan can stay here, Viggo, I’m sorry. It would rip me apart wondering if you’re safe. I’d risk getting hurt again to keep you safe.”
Viggo was speechless. The intensity of those words, and of the look in those dark chocolate colored eyes slammed into him like the force of gale-winds. A lump formed in his chest, cutting off his voice and making breathing difficult.
“You talk in your sleep, Viggo. You want to find him, and kill him.” Orlando stepped closer, searching those now hush puppy blue eyes. Tormented eyes. “I can’t let you do that. It would rip you apart inside, and I refuse to lose you. You’d be caught, and you’d be taken away. Where would I be then? Dammit, Viggo, you can’t leave me like this!”
It took a throat clearing, and even then his voice was low and hoarse. “Like what?”
“Waiting for you to finish my healing,” Orlando glowered.
Shaking his head Viggo frowned. “I don’t know…”
“You do,” Orlando whispered. “I’ve been dreaming about it too.”
A heated flush climbed the chiseled older face. “I knew letting you continue to sleep with me wasn’t a good idea.”
“If we’re going to do this let’s do it together,” Orlando told him. “Or let’s go home.”
Viggo’s attention was caught by the face of a man exiting the club, a face engraved in his memory thanks to that composite drawing. Pulling free of Orlando he ran across the street, and straight at the bastard. White-hot rage fueled him, and he tackled the man into an alley across the street. While keeping the man face down on the filthy ground he patted him down until he found the weapon.
Pressing the muzzle into the monster’s head he leaned down to snarl in his ear. “You raped my friend, and left him to die in an alley, you sonovabitch.” He pressed the muzzle harder into the skull, half hoping to hear the bone crack. “Give me one good reason not to blow your brains out.”
“It’s too quick and merciful,” Orlando suddenly and coldly stated. Crouching in the man’s line of vision he smiled, but no warmth was in it. “Remember me? Yeah, I’d sweat too if I were you.”
They let the attacker believe the worst for a few moments more. Orlando ignored the heavily whimpering breathing of the man and settled all his attention on Viggo. Putting a gentle hand on his shoulder he spoke soothingly. “Viggo, it’s not worth it.”
“He hurt you,” Viggo hissed. He shoved his knee harder into the man’s kidneys. “This bastard raped you, and beat you. He degraded you, and he doesn’t deserve to live.”
“Killing him is too good,” Orlando told him. “Let him rot in prison where bigger men will do to him what he did to me. Let him spend the next ten years or so being someone’s bitch. That’s what he deserves.”
Lucidity returned to those blue eyes, and Viggo nodded brusquely. “Call the police.” Orlando used his cell, and made the call. The older man leaned back down to the attacker’s ear. “You owe him your life, you pathetic excuse for a male. I hope you hurt in jail. I hope you hurt for a long, long time.”
Lips pursing in thought Viggo nodded. He was watching men go into the club two by two, many of them holding hands. “A gay bar.”
“I thought you said he was denying his gay tendencies?” demanded the young Brit.
“I said he probably doesn’t like to admit they exist, trying to deny them.” Viggo pulled his brown suede cowboy hat down lower over his brow. “Alright, I’m going in.”
“Not without me, you’re not.” Orlando took a step forward.
The older man caught the back of his shirt and pulled his young friend back into the alley’s mouth. “Not so fast,” he commanded.
“I am not going to wait out here,” argued the dark haired male.
Patiently Viggo began to explain. “You’re a gorgeous young man, and that would be too tempting for them. Besides, you really think he wouldn’t recognize the guy he raped? We don’t know what to expect in there…”
“I’m expecting to see men paired off, maybe a little kissing or fondling, and some dancing and drinking.” Viggo thought he was gorgeous? That sent a thrill of pleasure through Orlando.
“Don’t get lippy,” Viggo growled. “Please, Orlando, stay here?”
Orlando caught the older man’s face in both of his hands, his fingers tenderly stroking the sculpted cheekbones. “Even in the movies Aragorn needed Legolas to help him. There’s no wacan can stay here, Viggo, I’m sorry. It would rip me apart wondering if you’re safe. I’d risk getting hurt again to keep you safe.”
Viggo was speechless. The intensity of those words, and of the look in those dark chocolate colored eyes slammed into him like the force of gale-winds. A lump formed in his chest, cutting off his voice and making breathing difficult.
“You talk in your sleep, Viggo. You want to find him, and kill him.” Orlando stepped closer, searching those now hush puppy blue eyes. Tormented eyes. “I can’t let you do that. It would rip you apart inside, and I refuse to lose you. You’d be caught, and you’d be taken away. Where would I be then? Dammit, Viggo, you can’t leave me like this!”
It took a throat clearing, and even then his voice was low and hoarse. “Like what?”
“Waiting for you to finish my healing,” Orlando glowered.
Shaking his head Viggo frowned. “I don’t know…”
“You do,” Orlando whispered. “I’ve been dreaming about it too.”
A heated flush climbed the chiseled older face. “I knew letting you continue to sleep with me wasn’t a good idea.”
“If we’re going to do this let’s do it together,” Orlando told him. “Or let’s go home.”
Viggo’s attention was caught by the face of a man exiting the club, a face engraved in his memory thanks to that composite drawing. Pulling free of Orlando he ran across the street, and straight at the bastard. White-hot rage fueled him, and he tackled the man into an alley across the street. While keeping the man face down on the filthy ground he patted him down until he found the weapon.
Pressing the muzzle into the monster’s head he leaned down to snarl in his ear. “You raped my friend, and left him to die in an alley, you sonovabitch.” He pressed the muzzle harder into the skull, half hoping to hear the bone crack. “Give me one good reason not to blow your brains out.”
“It’s too quick and merciful,” Orlando suddenly and coldly stated. Crouching in the man’s line of vision he smiled, but no warmth was in it. “Remember me? Yeah, I’d sweat too if I were you.”
They let the attacker believe the worst for a few moments more. Orlando ignored the heavily whimpering breathing of the man and settled all his attention on Viggo. Putting a gentle hand on his shoulder he spoke soothingly. “Viggo, it’s not worth it.”
“He hurt you,” Viggo hissed. He shoved his knee harder into the man’s kidneys. “This bastard raped you, and beat you. He degraded you, and he doesn’t deserve to live.”
“Killing him is too good,” Orlando told him. “Let him rot in prison where bigger men will do to him what he did to me. Let him spend the next ten years or so being someone’s bitch. That’s what he deserves.”
Lucidity returned to those blue eyes, and Viggo nodded brusquely. “Call the police.” Orlando used his cell, and made the call. The older man leaned back down to the attacker’s ear. “You owe him your life, you pathetic excuse for a male. I hope you hurt in jail. I hope you hurt for a long, long time.”