Viggo Watched

Posted: February 2004
Title: Viggo Watched
Author: Dhvana
Fandom: Real Person Fiction
Type: RPS
Characters: Orli/Colin
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: None of this ever happened.
Author's Note: Hope you enjoy! And as always, feedback would be most
welcome!
Summary: A Daunting Byron Extra, set after the end of "The Domino Affair"

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Viggo watched, eyes narrowed, as Colin called Orlando a ‘cunt' and threw a handful of sand at him.

Orlando, in turn, called Colin a ‘wanker' and threw a handful of sand at him.

Naturally, this led to a chase up and down the beach with sand flying in every direction until the two men, covered in tiny gritty grains, finally managed to collide. Tackling each other to the ground, they laughed until their laughter was replaced by the vigorous sucking sounds of their connecting mouths.

It was enough to make a man fully, violently, physically ill.

Viggo turned away and marched into his house where Sean was waiting with a smirk and bottle of beer.

"Why didn't anyone warn me?" he growled, downing half the bottle in one gulp.

"You were so happy," Sean grinned. "None of us wanted to be the one to spoil that."

"You were afraid to tell me," he concluded.

"Fucking right we were afraid to tell you. You're going to have to get over it, Vig. Orli and Colin are back together, and it looks like things are going to stay that way."

"Until the next time Colin fucks up and breaks his heart. God damnit, Sean!" he shouted, slamming his hand down on the counter. "The boy fucking knows better! Why?! Why does he keep doing this to himself? Colin is no fucking good! The son of a bitch is going to crush him into the ground until there is nothing left. Why can't Orlando see this?"

"Maybe he can see it," Sean said with an all too innocent shrug, "but thinks Colin is worth the risk anyway."

"Bullshit!"

Viggo finished the bottle, then with a snarl, turned and threw it against the wall. Glass shattered, shards flying everywhere, but Viggo in his bare feet ignored them as he stomped over to the refrigerator and grabbed another beer.

"Um. . . Vig?" Sean said, eyeing the bloody footprints his friend was leaving on the tiles.

"There's got to be something I can do," the artist was muttering, pacing and drinking his way back and forth across the kitchen. "There's got to be something I can say that will bring him to his senses. Maybe I can kidnap him, take him camping for a week, bond the way we used to in New Zealand. I'll find a way to get through to him and keep him away from that fucking bastard forever."

"Vig!" Sean snapped, grabbing hold of his friend's shoulders and forcing him to a stop. "Viggo, that's enough! You know there is nothing you can do or say to change Orlando's mind. He's made his choice, and he's chosen Colin. Again. In spite of all the pain and humiliation that little shit has caused him. It's not pretty, it's not pleasant, it's more than a little irritating, but we just have to accept it and move on."

"The fuck we do! What kind of friends are we if we just let—"

"Viggo!"

The artist jumped, eyes growing wide at the heat in his friend's tone.

"Let it go," Sean said, his voice firm while gazing steadily into Viggo's eyes. "Just. . . let it go."

Viggo took a deep breath and sighed it out, his shoulders slumping a little.

"You're right," he said, letting Sean guide him over to a chair. The Englishman sat him down and began exploring the damage done to the bare feet. "It's just that. . . I hate seeing someone I love do something so dramatically stupid over and over and over again."

"I know. I do, too. But that's why they invented beer," he said with a wink. "Stay here. I'm going to find some bandages for your feet."

"Check the medicine cabinet upstairs," Viggo said, absently lifting up his left foot to try and get a look at the now-throbbing sole. He was so intently studying his foot, he didn't notice when Orlando came inside.

"Viggo!" Orlando gasped, rushing over to the artist and kneeling down next to him. "What the fuck happened?"

"Accident," Viggo shrugged, face flushing slightly, and Orlando gave him a sharp look.

"Tantrum?"

The flush deepened.

"Viggo," he sighed, placing a hand on his friend's knee, "I can't believe you're literally beating yourself up over this."

The artist lifted his tormented eyes to the young man's face. "Orlando. . ."

But Orlando gave him a reassuring smile, shaking his head.

"We're going to be fine," he said, squeezing Viggo's knee. "Colin and I, we're going to be just fine. I think we've finally managed us figured out. We love each other, and we're happy. What more could you ask for?"

"Someone you can rely upon. Someone who will always be there for you. Someone who will never let you down. Someone who will never hurt you and always support you and never betray you."

"Someone who doesn't exist?" Orlando asked, eyes twinkling. "No relationship is perfect, Vig, and I admit, ours is a little less perfect than most. But I think, in the end, we're good for each other and what we've got will last."

"You're living in a dream, Orlando."

"Then it is a good dream," he grinned, and Viggo rolled his eyes.

"You're not funny."

"I'm bloody hilarious, and you know it."

"You're getting sand all over my kitchen," he grumbled, needing to find something more to complain about.

"You've got to clean up all this glass," Orlando shrugged, "and what is glass but melted sand?"

Viggo glared at him. "Since when did you become so logical?"

"It hits me in spurts," he said with a grin, "so don't get used to it." Standing up, Orlando glanced towards the beach, then looked back at Viggo. "You going to be okay?"

"Yeah. Sean's upstairs looking for some band-aids."

"That's not what I meant."

Viggo sighed. "One day, Orli, but not right now."

Orlando leaned over and gently kissed him. "Thank you."

"If he ever—"

"Don't worry," the young man chuckled. "I've already warned him. He knows that castration will be too good for him."

"Exactly," Viggo said, his voice hard, then his eyes softened. "Love you, Elf boy."

"Love you too, filthy Human."

Orlando kissed him one last time, grabbed a couple beers, then scurried outside and back to his lover. Despite the protests of his feet, Viggo hobbled over to the window and watched as Colin greeted him with worried eyes and a kiss. Whatever Orlando said, however, quickly reassured him, and the Irishman's face broke into a huge smile as they raced each other to the water.

Sean's reflection appeared next to his in the window, and Viggo sighed, leaning back against the Englishman for support.

"I'm never going to stop worrying about him, am I?"

"Probably not," Sean said, shaking his head. "But I think he may be right. I think they're going to be okay. And if the little shit does anything to harm him again, I'll be there to hold him down and I won't let go till you tell me to."

"You're a good friend, Sean," Viggo said, arching his head back to grin at him.

"Nah," Sean said with a feral grin, "I just want to see you beat the living fuck out of him. I'd do it now, if you wanted, just to give him a taste of what he can look forward to."

Viggo laughed as he gingerly made his way back to the chair while Sean soaked a washcloth in the sink. "I'll take it under consideration."

"What I think you need," Sean began, kneeling down in front of him and washing the blood from his feet, "is someone that'll make Orli worry about you for a change."

"Sean. . ." Viggo said, eyeing the Englishman darkly, and the blond man grinned.

"Just a suggestion."

"Why today, of all days, did I end up surrounded by would-be comedians?"

"It's your personality. It makes people think you need to laugh."

"Sean?"

"Yes?"

"Be quiet."

"Yes, Viggo," Sean said, ducking his head to hide his smile as he started pulling shards of glass from the artist's feet.

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THE END

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