Love Lost and Found

He ducked farther into the covering shadow of the bush he was hiding behind as Viggo went past him. His eyes were glued to the actor who was now carrying some bags towards the house. //Probably clothes… he really intends to keep Orlando with him…// he thought angrily, glad that his ally at the hospital at told him that Viggo had offered to let Orlando move in. //He has no right to do this! He shouldn’t!// Fuming he stared at the door Viggo had just closed behind him. He waited a few moments before he sneaked closer to the house, looking for a window to spy through. He had luck with the living-room window. Carefully he inched closer, till he had a perfect view of the room, without being noticed.
Orlando and Viggo were sitting in the living room, sharing a late lunch of Chinese take-out they had bought on their way back from the hospital.
“What’s this?” asked Orlando, eyeing the brown semi-liquid in the plastic-bottle suspiciously. “Sauce.” Viggo replied caustically. “Thanks, I would never have thought of that, dumb as I am.” Orlando said with just a hint of sarcasm.
“I don’t know, Orlando.” Viggo sighed. “Why don’t you just try it?”
“No.” “Why?”
“Because it tastes horrible, that’s why.” “You haven’t even tasted it.” Viggo pointed out.
“I don’t have to.” Said Orlando quietly. “I know.”
Orlando stayed quiet for the remainder of the meal, not trusting himself with Viggo.
//Never forget that he knows.// he reminded himself. “Why?” asked he finally.
“Why what?” Viggo asked back, his expression bemused.
“Why do you pity me so much that you allow me to live with you?” “I don’t pity you.”
“You do.” “Not.”
“Do.” “Not.”
“Why then?”
“I don’t know…” admitted Viggo. “I really don’t know. I just know that I want to keep you safe…”
//No!// Orlando thought as he felt the urge to hit himself when his eyes started watering.
//For someone who didn’t cry for years, you’ve made quite a habit of it over the last few days// he scolded himself. “You want to keep me safe?” he asked in a choked whisper.
“Orlando, please…” Viggo said, resting his hand on the Brit’s.
“Don’t cry. Please don’t cry, Orli…” Orlando shook his head, furiously trying to blink the tears away. “Viggo…” he sobbed.
Viggo smiled nervously, unsure what to do and then settled for just hugging the young man
instead of saying anything. He held his breath as he felt Orlando stiffening in his arms. A sigh of relief escaped his lips as Orlando relaxed a few moments later and leaned into the embrace, resting his head on Viggo’s shoulder as his body shook with silent sobs.
He could barely restrain himself from smashing his fist into the window as he watched the scenario in the living room. //He made him cry… that Mortensen-bastard made my Orlando cry… I should kill him.// was his next thought. //I really should kill him for treating Orlando that way!// He crept back to the road, knowing that everything he might see in the living room would ang anger him further. Certain that he had not been seen he turned and walked down the road. He would get Viggo for hurting Orlando. He would hurt him, where he would feel it the most. He had just had to figure out where. An evil grin twisted his features as an idea began to form in his mind. //Yes…// he thought gleefully //That’s it… that’s the perfect way to punish that arrogant bastard for making Orlando cry…// Happily he whistled a song under his breath as he pictured Viggo’s reaction to what he would do.

“So… where am I supposed to sleep?” Orlando asked after they had put away the dishes, already ashamed for his emotional break-down earlier.
“I have a spare bedroom.” Viggo said nonchalantly. “Do you want to unpack your things?”
Orlando nodded but was kept from replying by the shrill of the door-bell.
“Who would that be?” wondered Viggo. “I’m not expecting anyone…”
“Me neither.” Shrugged Orlando. “Just go on, open. I won’t disturb you.”

Viggo glared at the men on his doorstep, suppressing the urge to throw the door shut in their faces. “What do you want?” He grated out.
“We would like to speak to Mr Bloom.” Sergeant Goodie answered. “A few questions are still unanswered. We have been informed that he is currently staying with you.”
“That’s right.” Viggo stared at the policemen hostilely. “Do they have to be answered now?”
“Yes.” Said Officer MacLachlan, already stepping in “Unless you want us to come back with a search-order for your house?”
“Come on in.” Viggo said, barely stepping far enough aside to allow the two officers to enter.
“Orlando?” he called. “The police want to talk to you again.”

Viggo glared at the policemen through narrowed eyes, as they seated themselves in the living room with Orlando.
“We would like to speak to Mr Bloom in ate.ate.” MacLachlan informed Viggo.
“This is my house.” Said Viggo while trying his best to stab MacLachlan and Goodie with hal gll glares.
“Mr Bloom lives here, too.” Sergeant Goodie argued. “Surely he is entitled to a private conversation without having you hovering in the doorway?”
With a last murderous glance at the two officers Viggo finally backed off. “Don’t you dare to upset him.” He growled quietly.

The policemen waited till the door had snapped shut before they turned to Orlando.
“Mr Bloom, “ MacLachlan said slowly “You said you tried to kill yourself, is that right?”
“Yes, officer. I already told you so.” Orlando met the man’s eyes defiantly.
“Why?” “That is solely my business, officer.” The Brit said scathingly.
“Not if someone manipulated you into it.” Sergeant Goodie interjected.
“Manipulated me into it?” Orlando parroted incredulously “Where did you get that idea?”
“It is not uncommon.” MacLachlan said evasively. “How long have you been living with Mr Mortensen?”
“Since today.”
“Really?” MacLachlan seemed genuinely surprised. “So you try to kill yourself, are found and rescued by a man whom you, as you said yours bar barely know, and then leave hospital the next day, just to move in with him.”
“There was no other option, if I wanted to keep my role.” Orlando answered before thinking.
“So Mortensen blackmailed you into moving in with him.” Goodie stated.
“No!” Orlando glared at the man. “Why this strange fixation on Viggo, anyway?”
“Orlando,” MacLachlan said “Dou you mind if I call you by your first name?” He continued without waiting for the actor’s answer. “It’s understandable tyou you might be uncomfortable with talking to a man after what happened to you and…”
“Why should I be more comfortable talking about my suicide-attempt with a woman?” Orlando interrupted bluntly.
“I did not mean the suicide-attempt as you call it, Orlando, but the things that caused it. Surely something must have happened. And from your behaviour it’s quite obvious what, or rather who happened.” He added with a meaningful glance at the door. “There is a very nice female officer with the DCU who would take your case and….”
“My case?” Orlando almost yelled “And what the fuck is the DCU???”
“The Domestic Crime Unit, Mr Bloom.” Sergeant Goodie sighed.
“Wait… wait a minute…” Orlando stammered “You think that Viggo forced me to attempt suicide?!?”
The way the two policemen looked at him spoke volumes.
“I think you’d better leave now, Officers.” Orlando said coldly. “Before I do something I might get arrested for. I trust you to find the door on your own.”

Tbc…