Poetic Justice
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Category:
Lord of the Rings Movies › General › Lord of the Ring Stars
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
3,648
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 9
Viggo used the small container with the hardened cake of shaving soap inside, used a wet shaving brush to lather it, and began to spread the suds over his face. As he did so the familiar sight of Orlando hefting himself up onto the counter made him smile. “Morning,” he greeted. “You tossed and turned all night.”
“I know,” sighed the younger man. He poked a finger into the sudsy container.
“Nightmares again?”
The concern in his older friend’s voice made his dark eyes hesitantly lift. “No. I haven’t had a nightmare in three days now.”
“Well, that’s good!” Startled yet pleased Viggo nodded, his teeth flashing from the depths of a soapy face. “I mean, that’s gotta mean something good, right? Mentally you’re healing. I guess that therapist is doing some good. I’m glad you kept talking to her.”
“Yeah.” Orlando didn’t want to admit that the nightmares had been replaced with even more disturbing dreams. Erotic dreams. Dreams where Aragorn takes him away someplace safe, and shows him that not all male/male sex is violent. It’s beautiful, and inspiring. “You’re not going to leave today when she comes, are you?”
“I can’t stay,” Viggo is grimacing as he pulls the razor (generic and disposable brand that comes ten to a package) up his throat to his chin. “But I’ll be back after she leaves. You know that, Orlando.”
“I know.” A heavy sigh escapes on the last word. “I just… I know you’re looking for him, Viggo. I know that’s where you go, out there searching for him. And I don’t you you to. I mean, it’s great, and brave, but he has a gun. I couldn’t bear it if anything happened to you.”
Viggo saw real torment in those young dark eyes. Dropping the razor into the sink he caught the handsome young face in both hands to make those eyes meet him. “Take a few deep breaths, and take it easy. Come on, easy… I know he’s dangerous, and I know the police haven’t had any luck finding him.”
“So you are looking for him,” Orlando breathed, his fears confirmed. “Bloody hell, Viggo, how am I supposed to stay here when I’ll be worried sick that you found him, and he’s hurt you?” Catching at the thick wrists of the other man he tried to remove the hands from his face. “No, I won’t stay here if you go out there looking for him. I’ll go with you. You can’t make me stay here.”
“Now you listen to me…”
“No!” Succeeding in pulling the other man’s hands off his face Orlando’s chin rose defiantly, and his eyes blazed. “And if you try to leave without me I’ll go look for him alone.”
A nasty blue streak spewed out of the older man’s mouth. He turned away, hands on hips, head bowing.
Orlando frowned. “I need you, Viggo. I know you’ve already done so much for me, and I love you so much for it, but I need you now. I need you not to leave me behind. I… I think I know where we can find him.” That got the other man twirling to stare at him with wide blue eyes. “He dropped a pack of matches, with the name of a club on it, and I think he goes there.”
“Jesus fucking Christ, Orlando, why didn’t you give that to the police?” It was a shout, he knew it, but he couldn’t prevent his voice rising.
“I don’t know. I don’t know why I didn’t give it to them. I have no excuse, and I’m sorry. I hadn’t even realized I had it still until I went looking for it. I must have been clutching it when they found me. They had it in with my personal effects. I remembered seeing the pack when I made myself remember the attack, but didn’t know for certain if I’d grabbed it or not.”
“And you did?”
“I did.”
“Show me.”
“Not until you promise to take me with you.”
Another blue streak, a long charged silence, and then Viggo nodded. “Fine. I’d rather you were with me where I can keep an eye on you than out there alone. But you promise me that you’ll listen to me, and if I order you to do something you do it.”
“Within reason?”
“No conditions, Orlando.”
“Bloody well fine. Now, are you happy?”
Viggo snorted, took up his razor again, and shot the younger man a glower. “No. I’d be hapf yof you just stayed here where I know you’re safe.”
Orlando flashed a quick and bright smile. “Then I guess you’ll just have to be miserable because I’m not staying.” He leapt down and left the room, hearing a mumbled blue streak from the bathroom.
“I know,” sighed the younger man. He poked a finger into the sudsy container.
“Nightmares again?”
The concern in his older friend’s voice made his dark eyes hesitantly lift. “No. I haven’t had a nightmare in three days now.”
“Well, that’s good!” Startled yet pleased Viggo nodded, his teeth flashing from the depths of a soapy face. “I mean, that’s gotta mean something good, right? Mentally you’re healing. I guess that therapist is doing some good. I’m glad you kept talking to her.”
“Yeah.” Orlando didn’t want to admit that the nightmares had been replaced with even more disturbing dreams. Erotic dreams. Dreams where Aragorn takes him away someplace safe, and shows him that not all male/male sex is violent. It’s beautiful, and inspiring. “You’re not going to leave today when she comes, are you?”
“I can’t stay,” Viggo is grimacing as he pulls the razor (generic and disposable brand that comes ten to a package) up his throat to his chin. “But I’ll be back after she leaves. You know that, Orlando.”
“I know.” A heavy sigh escapes on the last word. “I just… I know you’re looking for him, Viggo. I know that’s where you go, out there searching for him. And I don’t you you to. I mean, it’s great, and brave, but he has a gun. I couldn’t bear it if anything happened to you.”
Viggo saw real torment in those young dark eyes. Dropping the razor into the sink he caught the handsome young face in both hands to make those eyes meet him. “Take a few deep breaths, and take it easy. Come on, easy… I know he’s dangerous, and I know the police haven’t had any luck finding him.”
“So you are looking for him,” Orlando breathed, his fears confirmed. “Bloody hell, Viggo, how am I supposed to stay here when I’ll be worried sick that you found him, and he’s hurt you?” Catching at the thick wrists of the other man he tried to remove the hands from his face. “No, I won’t stay here if you go out there looking for him. I’ll go with you. You can’t make me stay here.”
“Now you listen to me…”
“No!” Succeeding in pulling the other man’s hands off his face Orlando’s chin rose defiantly, and his eyes blazed. “And if you try to leave without me I’ll go look for him alone.”
A nasty blue streak spewed out of the older man’s mouth. He turned away, hands on hips, head bowing.
Orlando frowned. “I need you, Viggo. I know you’ve already done so much for me, and I love you so much for it, but I need you now. I need you not to leave me behind. I… I think I know where we can find him.” That got the other man twirling to stare at him with wide blue eyes. “He dropped a pack of matches, with the name of a club on it, and I think he goes there.”
“Jesus fucking Christ, Orlando, why didn’t you give that to the police?” It was a shout, he knew it, but he couldn’t prevent his voice rising.
“I don’t know. I don’t know why I didn’t give it to them. I have no excuse, and I’m sorry. I hadn’t even realized I had it still until I went looking for it. I must have been clutching it when they found me. They had it in with my personal effects. I remembered seeing the pack when I made myself remember the attack, but didn’t know for certain if I’d grabbed it or not.”
“And you did?”
“I did.”
“Show me.”
“Not until you promise to take me with you.”
Another blue streak, a long charged silence, and then Viggo nodded. “Fine. I’d rather you were with me where I can keep an eye on you than out there alone. But you promise me that you’ll listen to me, and if I order you to do something you do it.”
“Within reason?”
“No conditions, Orlando.”
“Bloody well fine. Now, are you happy?”
Viggo snorted, took up his razor again, and shot the younger man a glower. “No. I’d be hapf yof you just stayed here where I know you’re safe.”
Orlando flashed a quick and bright smile. “Then I guess you’ll just have to be miserable because I’m not staying.” He leapt down and left the room, hearing a mumbled blue streak from the bathroom.