Fic: "Breaking Point" (13/?) PG [SB/VM, IM/CP, OB/?]
Summery: Unbeknown to everyone, even Viggo himself, Viggo’s dormant Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID) surfaces, making Sean become caught between the real Viggo’s pure love and his Alter’s dark and twisted sense of love in a dangerous relationship that could destroy them both. The other cast members end up becoming caught in Viggo’s battle as well, most noticeably Orli, Ian and Liv.
Warnings, disclaimer and more for this story can be read in part 1.
This is for everyone who did not give up on this story. *hugs* A special thanks to dalehead who wanted more Ian loving. Hope you'll enjoy this. 'smiles'
Please read Part 1-12 of Breaking Point here:
http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=alexabond&keyword=Breaking+Point+SB/VM+novel/long+fic&filter=all
For BlueKat as always...Love you lots! *blows kisses*
The lovely story banner is by BlueKat.
Part 13
When first he registered the noise Ian simply hugged his young lover tighter, enjoying the warmth of his body and the feel of his heat against him. However the rattle continued, making sleep impossible.
“What’s that?” Craig mumbled, sleep heavy in his voice.
Though Ian hadn’t experienced any problems here in NZ because of his sexual orientation he had been out long enough to know that harassment was often a matter of course that few cared about doing anything to prevent, often least of all the police.
“I’ll go check it out. You stay here,” Ian said, forcing himself awake, his eyes finding the phone on the nightstand in the darkened room as he checked it was still there…just in case Craig should need it. When he had been alone he hadn’t been this cautious but now he had something precious to lose.
“Okay,” Craig readily agreed and turned around in his arms to kiss him softly, his eyes warm when he looked at him, making Ian involuntarily smile. The luck he had had when he had found this man. He had never had a lover look at him with such devotion and care. He didn’t understand what such a beautiful young man saw in an old Brit like him but he wasn’t about to protest.
“I’ll be right back, sweetheart. You go back to sleep,” Ian said as he slipped out of bed and pulled on his morning robe so he wouldn’t go out there in only his shorts. He cast one last look at the young man sleeping in his bed, almost buried in pillows and covers and felt a wave of warmth in his body. He was too old to fall in love but darn, if he wasn’t getting all sappy here.
When he was in the living room going towards his front room someone again knocked hard on the door. “Yes, yes. I’m coming.” He glanced at the watch in the room after he saw Orlando outside through the window. His relief was balanced by a hint of annoyance when he opened the door; almost four in the morning and he had early shots tomorrow. Wonderful. Craig had already finished most of his shooting and could have gone home if he wanted to but when Ian had asked him to remain and move in with him Craig had happily agreed.
“Yes?” Ian said as he opened and Orlando almost fell through the door. Ian instinctively moved to support him, mindful of the bottle the young man had in his right hand.
“Ian! Good of you to come by,” Orlando said with a drunken smile as he hugged him before Ian drew back and closed the door behind his young friend when he had checked there wasn’t any Hobbits waiting around to enter as well.
“It’s my house,” Ian reminded him gently as he turned on the lights and steered the drunken man towards the sofa.
When they were seated with Orlando on the sofa and Ian facing him in the chair next to him Orlando took a big swallow from the bottle before offering it to Ian who shook his head.
“No thanks. I have morning shots.” He frowned as he said, “If I recall so do you.”
Orlando spread out his arms, spilling a little of the alcohol on the carpet. “Well, I figured what does it matter?”
“Something’s wrong?” Ian asked concerned, having already figured as much. If this had been a social call or a drunken prank the Hobbits would have been around.
“Oh, everything is just dandy,” Orlando insisted and smiled widely. “The whole world’s gone insane but everything’s fine.”
Ian frowned, trying to piece it all together. “The world’s insane?”
Orlando nodded and looked as if he was about to share a big secret but then he frowned in concentration. “Or maybe I am.” He paused before he grinned again. “Who cares?” He took another swallow of the bottle.
“Maybe I should take care of that for you for a while,” Ian suggested softly and carefully took the bottle from the young man and put it on the table before them, noticing with some alarm that it was whiskey. Orlando never touched the stuff, as he wasn’t good at holding his drink when it came to hard liquor. Getting Orlando ready for morning shots would be fun; he’ll probably not be sober yet by that time. He could just see a very drunken, playful Legolas running amok on set; that’ll just make Peter’s day.
“You’re…you’re a good man,” Orlando told him in a very serious tone.
Ian smiled a little. “Why don’t you tell me why you think you’re insane?” He suggested in a reasonable tone of voice as if this conversation wasn’t the least bit odd to his ears.
“Because I have these strange thoughts,” Orlando said and nodded exaggerated.
“Like?”
“Like about Viggo.” He paused as if searching for words, singing a little song to himself under his breath too softly for Ian to make out words. “He’s…amazing, y’know?”
Ian nodded; he had great respect for Viggo as a man and an artist. Or at least he used to have before he had started dating Sean and he had seen the blond man’s bruises. “And?” Ian pressed with some alarm, worried now that Viggo was involved in this conversation.
“Most of the time he’s like the big brother I never had. I worship him,” he said and smiled as he nodded eagerly, his eyes shining with the love he held. Then he frowned as he added, “I used to worship him.”
“Used to?”
“I don’t know,” he shrugged as if it wasn’t important but the pain in his eyes even alcohol couldn’t erase was still there. “Sometimes…” he paused before he went on, “Sometimes it’s like he’s a different person.”
“How?” Ian asked, feeling more comfortable now that Orlando at least didn’t seem to be in any immediate danger.
“I think….” He paused. “Maybe it’s…drugs. Y’know?” He said softly, looking at Ian as if he expected him to set his world right again and it pained Ian to know that he couldn’t do that.
“Maybe.” Ian wasn’t convinced of that theory but he knew why Orlando had come up with it. Drug use was becoming a status symbol around celebrities by now. It was easier to think that then that the man you had worshipped since meeting him was abusive. Even he had had a hard time even formulating the theory.
“I…don’t know what to do,” Orlando admitted sadly. “I see Sean and…and I want to protect him and I see Viggo and I don’t know what to think. I should help him.”
“Sean or Viggo?”
“Both,” Orlando said with a heavy sigh before he looked with pleading eyes at Ian. “Nothing is making sense anymore.”
Ian wasn’t sure what he could do. He had had some childhood friends whose mothers had been abused at home and they had stayed till the day they had died. Still, his heart ached for Orlando who was obviously expecting him to fix things so he laid a hand on his nearest knee and said, “I’ll look into this, alright?”
Orlando nodded relieved and jumped from his seat to throw his arms around Ian. “Thank you,” he mumbled against his ear as he hugged him tight and Ian hugged him back. When Ian started to loosen the embrace he felt Orlando’s lips plant soft kisses on his cheek.
“You don’t want to be doing that,” Ian said gently as he drew back only to have Orlando seated in his lap, his arms still around his neck as he smiled drunkenly at him.
“Why not?” he purred and tried to kiss him only to have Ian turn his face so he got his cheek instead.
“You’re drunk and in need of comfort. This isn’t right,” he insisted and tried as gently as possible to take Orlando’s arms away from his neck. Orlando always got very flirty when he was drunk and he was very drunk right now.
“You seem to like it,” Orlando insisted as he moved in his lap, clearly feeling the older man’s erection.
“That reaction I cannot control. Who I choose to give my love to I can,” Ian said sternly as he took a firmer grip on Orlando’s hands and pulled them from his neck.
“And you don’t love me,” Orlando stated simply, a hint of pain in his voice.
Ian smiled softly and let go of the young man’s wrists, trusting Orlando would let them stay in his lap, his own lap. “I do…just not like that.” He paused before he added, “You’ll find someone worthy of your love.”
Orlando looked away for a moment before he asked softly, “Do you think I love Sean? I think about him a lot. I’ve never felt so…protective towards anyone I wasn’t related to before.”
Ian shook his head as he thought about it. “No. Probably not. Not at this point. Not as a lover in any case. But he’s your friend and right now you see he’s hurting and you feel he needs you. It sounds to me like you’re feeling some big brother like tendencies.”
“I could love him,” Orlando insisted softly, his eyes far away.
“Maybe but giving him a protector for the rest of his life isn’t what he needs. He needs to learn how to stand alone again,” Ian said softly. His voice was kind when he went on, “You have a lot to give and one day you will find a person who’s looking for that. Right now I think Sean needs a friend, a brother, more than anything else.”
Orlando nodded then, kind of sadly, having liked his small fantasy where he saved Viggo from his drug problem and took care of Sean. It had been a good fantasy. He had been needed there. “Thank you,” he said softly and hugged Ian close, not really sure what he was thanking for, probably everything.
“You’re welcome. You’re welcome,” Ian said warmly as he hugged him back.
“Ahem,” Craig said from the doorway, standing in an open robe, his hair a mess from sleep. Ian and Orlando drew apart at once and with a nudge from Ian Orlando rose from his lap so Ian could get up.
Craig smiled at them. “Hi Orli. I heard voices so…” his eyes followed Ian as he watched his lover move towards him until he had him in a warm embrace, his lips holding him captive in a hot, passionate and possessive kiss. When they drew apart Craig was smiling before he turned back to face Orlando, the smile still there.
“Craig. Hi,” Orlando said and smiled a little sheepishly, giving him a small wave of his hand.
“It’s late.” Craig frowned and added, “Or early. In any case just take the sofa.”
Orlando nodded and smiled his thanks, clearly grateful to know Craig wasn’t upset with him. “Okay.”
“I’ll get him some blankets and a pillow,” Craig said to Ian who still had an arm around his waist.
“About earlier…” Ian begun, trying to search the younger man for signs of anger or a first class tantrum but none seemed present.
Craig laid a finger on Ian’s lips. “Hush, lover. I heard and saw everything.” He noticed Ian’s panicked look and added with a smile, “In particular the part where you didn’t do anything.”
Ian smiled when Craig removed his finger, catching the other man’s hand in his and softly kissed his palm, making Craig blush which Ian found sweet and charming. Been a long time since anyone had done that around him. In fact it had been a while since anyone had been as good to him as Craig was. He hated when people assumed the worst about their lovers and hated tantrums even more; thank God Craig’s temper was as mild and warm as his love. “Love you,” he whispered against the man’s skin before he drew back.
Craig’s eyes were dark with passion as he said,” Love you too.” He moved towards their bedroom to find Orlando’s lining as Ian moved to pull out the sofa to arrange it better and put away the whiskey so Orlando wouldn’t be tempted. He eyed the clock. Almost 5. He grinned to himself; no point in Craig and him actually going back to sleep when they went to bed again….
For a few hours more Ian could push the whole agonizing situation with his two friends out of his head but he knew a few hours of peace of mind would be all he’ll get. Something had to be done and soon.
TBC
Author's notes: Thanks to anyone who are still reading this. Don't worry; Sean will return in the next chapter and so will The Alter...and Orlando will stay with us from now on. If you liked it a small comment would mean the world to me and keep me writing. Thank you. 'warm embrace'
Warnings, disclaimer and more for this story can be read in part 1.
This is for everyone who did not give up on this story. *hugs* A special thanks to dalehead who wanted more Ian loving. Hope you'll enjoy this. 'smiles'
Please read Part 1-12 of Breaking Point here:
http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=alexabond&keyword=Breaking+Point+SB/VM+novel/long+fic&filter=all
For BlueKat as always...Love you lots! *blows kisses*
The lovely story banner is by BlueKat.
Part 13
When first he registered the noise Ian simply hugged his young lover tighter, enjoying the warmth of his body and the feel of his heat against him. However the rattle continued, making sleep impossible.
“What’s that?” Craig mumbled, sleep heavy in his voice.
Though Ian hadn’t experienced any problems here in NZ because of his sexual orientation he had been out long enough to know that harassment was often a matter of course that few cared about doing anything to prevent, often least of all the police.
“I’ll go check it out. You stay here,” Ian said, forcing himself awake, his eyes finding the phone on the nightstand in the darkened room as he checked it was still there…just in case Craig should need it. When he had been alone he hadn’t been this cautious but now he had something precious to lose.
“Okay,” Craig readily agreed and turned around in his arms to kiss him softly, his eyes warm when he looked at him, making Ian involuntarily smile. The luck he had had when he had found this man. He had never had a lover look at him with such devotion and care. He didn’t understand what such a beautiful young man saw in an old Brit like him but he wasn’t about to protest.
“I’ll be right back, sweetheart. You go back to sleep,” Ian said as he slipped out of bed and pulled on his morning robe so he wouldn’t go out there in only his shorts. He cast one last look at the young man sleeping in his bed, almost buried in pillows and covers and felt a wave of warmth in his body. He was too old to fall in love but darn, if he wasn’t getting all sappy here.
When he was in the living room going towards his front room someone again knocked hard on the door. “Yes, yes. I’m coming.” He glanced at the watch in the room after he saw Orlando outside through the window. His relief was balanced by a hint of annoyance when he opened the door; almost four in the morning and he had early shots tomorrow. Wonderful. Craig had already finished most of his shooting and could have gone home if he wanted to but when Ian had asked him to remain and move in with him Craig had happily agreed.
“Yes?” Ian said as he opened and Orlando almost fell through the door. Ian instinctively moved to support him, mindful of the bottle the young man had in his right hand.
“Ian! Good of you to come by,” Orlando said with a drunken smile as he hugged him before Ian drew back and closed the door behind his young friend when he had checked there wasn’t any Hobbits waiting around to enter as well.
“It’s my house,” Ian reminded him gently as he turned on the lights and steered the drunken man towards the sofa.
When they were seated with Orlando on the sofa and Ian facing him in the chair next to him Orlando took a big swallow from the bottle before offering it to Ian who shook his head.
“No thanks. I have morning shots.” He frowned as he said, “If I recall so do you.”
Orlando spread out his arms, spilling a little of the alcohol on the carpet. “Well, I figured what does it matter?”
“Something’s wrong?” Ian asked concerned, having already figured as much. If this had been a social call or a drunken prank the Hobbits would have been around.
“Oh, everything is just dandy,” Orlando insisted and smiled widely. “The whole world’s gone insane but everything’s fine.”
Ian frowned, trying to piece it all together. “The world’s insane?”
Orlando nodded and looked as if he was about to share a big secret but then he frowned in concentration. “Or maybe I am.” He paused before he grinned again. “Who cares?” He took another swallow of the bottle.
“Maybe I should take care of that for you for a while,” Ian suggested softly and carefully took the bottle from the young man and put it on the table before them, noticing with some alarm that it was whiskey. Orlando never touched the stuff, as he wasn’t good at holding his drink when it came to hard liquor. Getting Orlando ready for morning shots would be fun; he’ll probably not be sober yet by that time. He could just see a very drunken, playful Legolas running amok on set; that’ll just make Peter’s day.
“You’re…you’re a good man,” Orlando told him in a very serious tone.
Ian smiled a little. “Why don’t you tell me why you think you’re insane?” He suggested in a reasonable tone of voice as if this conversation wasn’t the least bit odd to his ears.
“Because I have these strange thoughts,” Orlando said and nodded exaggerated.
“Like?”
“Like about Viggo.” He paused as if searching for words, singing a little song to himself under his breath too softly for Ian to make out words. “He’s…amazing, y’know?”
Ian nodded; he had great respect for Viggo as a man and an artist. Or at least he used to have before he had started dating Sean and he had seen the blond man’s bruises. “And?” Ian pressed with some alarm, worried now that Viggo was involved in this conversation.
“Most of the time he’s like the big brother I never had. I worship him,” he said and smiled as he nodded eagerly, his eyes shining with the love he held. Then he frowned as he added, “I used to worship him.”
“Used to?”
“I don’t know,” he shrugged as if it wasn’t important but the pain in his eyes even alcohol couldn’t erase was still there. “Sometimes…” he paused before he went on, “Sometimes it’s like he’s a different person.”
“How?” Ian asked, feeling more comfortable now that Orlando at least didn’t seem to be in any immediate danger.
“I think….” He paused. “Maybe it’s…drugs. Y’know?” He said softly, looking at Ian as if he expected him to set his world right again and it pained Ian to know that he couldn’t do that.
“Maybe.” Ian wasn’t convinced of that theory but he knew why Orlando had come up with it. Drug use was becoming a status symbol around celebrities by now. It was easier to think that then that the man you had worshipped since meeting him was abusive. Even he had had a hard time even formulating the theory.
“I…don’t know what to do,” Orlando admitted sadly. “I see Sean and…and I want to protect him and I see Viggo and I don’t know what to think. I should help him.”
“Sean or Viggo?”
“Both,” Orlando said with a heavy sigh before he looked with pleading eyes at Ian. “Nothing is making sense anymore.”
Ian wasn’t sure what he could do. He had had some childhood friends whose mothers had been abused at home and they had stayed till the day they had died. Still, his heart ached for Orlando who was obviously expecting him to fix things so he laid a hand on his nearest knee and said, “I’ll look into this, alright?”
Orlando nodded relieved and jumped from his seat to throw his arms around Ian. “Thank you,” he mumbled against his ear as he hugged him tight and Ian hugged him back. When Ian started to loosen the embrace he felt Orlando’s lips plant soft kisses on his cheek.
“You don’t want to be doing that,” Ian said gently as he drew back only to have Orlando seated in his lap, his arms still around his neck as he smiled drunkenly at him.
“Why not?” he purred and tried to kiss him only to have Ian turn his face so he got his cheek instead.
“You’re drunk and in need of comfort. This isn’t right,” he insisted and tried as gently as possible to take Orlando’s arms away from his neck. Orlando always got very flirty when he was drunk and he was very drunk right now.
“You seem to like it,” Orlando insisted as he moved in his lap, clearly feeling the older man’s erection.
“That reaction I cannot control. Who I choose to give my love to I can,” Ian said sternly as he took a firmer grip on Orlando’s hands and pulled them from his neck.
“And you don’t love me,” Orlando stated simply, a hint of pain in his voice.
Ian smiled softly and let go of the young man’s wrists, trusting Orlando would let them stay in his lap, his own lap. “I do…just not like that.” He paused before he added, “You’ll find someone worthy of your love.”
Orlando looked away for a moment before he asked softly, “Do you think I love Sean? I think about him a lot. I’ve never felt so…protective towards anyone I wasn’t related to before.”
Ian shook his head as he thought about it. “No. Probably not. Not at this point. Not as a lover in any case. But he’s your friend and right now you see he’s hurting and you feel he needs you. It sounds to me like you’re feeling some big brother like tendencies.”
“I could love him,” Orlando insisted softly, his eyes far away.
“Maybe but giving him a protector for the rest of his life isn’t what he needs. He needs to learn how to stand alone again,” Ian said softly. His voice was kind when he went on, “You have a lot to give and one day you will find a person who’s looking for that. Right now I think Sean needs a friend, a brother, more than anything else.”
Orlando nodded then, kind of sadly, having liked his small fantasy where he saved Viggo from his drug problem and took care of Sean. It had been a good fantasy. He had been needed there. “Thank you,” he said softly and hugged Ian close, not really sure what he was thanking for, probably everything.
“You’re welcome. You’re welcome,” Ian said warmly as he hugged him back.
“Ahem,” Craig said from the doorway, standing in an open robe, his hair a mess from sleep. Ian and Orlando drew apart at once and with a nudge from Ian Orlando rose from his lap so Ian could get up.
Craig smiled at them. “Hi Orli. I heard voices so…” his eyes followed Ian as he watched his lover move towards him until he had him in a warm embrace, his lips holding him captive in a hot, passionate and possessive kiss. When they drew apart Craig was smiling before he turned back to face Orlando, the smile still there.
“Craig. Hi,” Orlando said and smiled a little sheepishly, giving him a small wave of his hand.
“It’s late.” Craig frowned and added, “Or early. In any case just take the sofa.”
Orlando nodded and smiled his thanks, clearly grateful to know Craig wasn’t upset with him. “Okay.”
“I’ll get him some blankets and a pillow,” Craig said to Ian who still had an arm around his waist.
“About earlier…” Ian begun, trying to search the younger man for signs of anger or a first class tantrum but none seemed present.
Craig laid a finger on Ian’s lips. “Hush, lover. I heard and saw everything.” He noticed Ian’s panicked look and added with a smile, “In particular the part where you didn’t do anything.”
Ian smiled when Craig removed his finger, catching the other man’s hand in his and softly kissed his palm, making Craig blush which Ian found sweet and charming. Been a long time since anyone had done that around him. In fact it had been a while since anyone had been as good to him as Craig was. He hated when people assumed the worst about their lovers and hated tantrums even more; thank God Craig’s temper was as mild and warm as his love. “Love you,” he whispered against the man’s skin before he drew back.
Craig’s eyes were dark with passion as he said,” Love you too.” He moved towards their bedroom to find Orlando’s lining as Ian moved to pull out the sofa to arrange it better and put away the whiskey so Orlando wouldn’t be tempted. He eyed the clock. Almost 5. He grinned to himself; no point in Craig and him actually going back to sleep when they went to bed again….
For a few hours more Ian could push the whole agonizing situation with his two friends out of his head but he knew a few hours of peace of mind would be all he’ll get. Something had to be done and soon.
TBC
Author's notes: Thanks to anyone who are still reading this. Don't worry; Sean will return in the next chapter and so will The Alter...and Orlando will stay with us from now on. If you liked it a small comment would mean the world to me and keep me writing. Thank you. 'warm embrace'