Author: Lostiawen

E-mail: changeling@planetx.org

Rated: NC-17

Pairing: VM/OB

Summary: The mystery of Viggo revealed. 

Archive: Please ask.

Feedback: Yes, please.

Warnings: AU, romance, sap, some angst, creepiness, toy use. 

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, none of this really happened.  The author is not associated with or is implying anything about the sexual preferences or the lives of the people depicted within. 

Author´s Notes: Dedicated to those who have lost a loved one. 

Thanks to Linda, whose chatty Orli in "Pure Love" and "Infinite Love" was such an inspiration for my Orli.  *mwah*

Well, this is the final chapter.  I thank everyone who´s stuck with this story and sent me feedback and support.  I was really unsure as to how this one would fly and I´m glad that I received so many positive responses.  I hope the ending lives up to your expectations. 

Posted July 13, 2003

I wince as I hear the door slam behind Viggo. Fuck, what do I do now? I should get out, maybe have a walk on the beach. That should clear my head. 

Clothes? Ah, here they are. Open the door, you arse... mmm, the air smells crisp. I trot out, enjoying the brisk wind. The beach is only a stone´s throw away from my house, and I trot over to it quickly. Once I´m there, I just start wandering up and down the shoreline. 

Fuck, why did you do this, Orli? You wanker...cunt...twat. 

Okay, this is not working...try something else. I kick off my shoes, and stand in the cold water until I´m numb, trying to forget my worries. But that same question keeps burning in my mind, and I still can´t answer myself. 

Shit, the sun´s dipping right now. I would really, really love to skip work today, but I can´t. Crap. Well, hop in the shower and get ready, Bloom. 

My stomach´s flipping about as I slink into the Cuntebago. God, I hope that Viggo´s done already...shit. He´s sitting in his chair and he looks up at me when I come in. His face is completely impassive, but I can see the pain in his eyes. 

I flop into my chair, trying to avoid eye contact with him. 

"Evening, Orlando," Viggo says, but I can tell that he´s straining to be polite. 

"Evening," I say, trying to keep my voice from cracking. My stomach is now clenching and doing some impressive tumbles. Fuck, Viggo, if only you knew...but I can´t tell anyone. 

We get made up in silence, and Viggo leaves early instead of staying to chat with me until I´m done. 

Trudging over to Helm´s Deep just intensifies my shitty mood, and I feel about as bleak and hopeless as possible. Shit, my eyes are misting over. Stop that. Right now. Stop. It. Good. 

When I get on set, Peter looks me over and says, "Orlando, your eyes are bloodshot. What´s the matter?" 

Bugger. Well, time to cover my arse. "Um, maybe it´s the contacts, Peter. I´ll be okay." 

"I don´t want you getting an eye infection. Take them out." 

A gopher fetches the case and I pop my contacts out. Diana puts cool compresses on my eyes until they go back to looking normal. She´s frowning, and I´m betting that she suspects that something happened between Viggo and me. 

"If you ever need to talk, Orli..." she starts. 

"I´m fine, Diana. Honest. Just feeling a touch of the flu today," I lie. 

She shoots me another frown, but decides to leave me alone. Peter´s calling for me, and I drag myself over to my mark. 

The rest of the night is pretty arduous. I wind up blowing a lot of takes, which I´m sure narked off a bunch of people. Normally, Viggo would come by and comfort me, but he´s keeping his distance. I´m fine with it, though, because I really don´t want to talk to him right now. 

Other than giving me the cold shoulder, Viggo appears to be calm and collected once the camera rolls, and I just shake my head. I wish I could lose myself into Legolas half as easily. I can´t believe how much of a complete professional he is; he´s smashingly unaffected by our problems with each other. 

In the middle of the night, that illusion gets shattered. We´re shooting a scene where Aragorn is fighting through a swath of Uruk-Hai; suddenly one of the stuntmen screeches aloud in pain. 

Peter yells, "Cut! Medic!" 

Oh shit, looks like Viggo hit him across the face harder than usual. He´s got a nasty gash, and it´s bleeding. Viggo´s apologizing profusely, and he´s trying to help as best as he can without interfering with the medic. Shitshitshit. I´m sure that he´s not concentrating because of me. 

Fuck. And I was so occupied with my feelings that I didn´t think about his. Did you have to overreact and throw him out of your house like that, you thick bastard? 

I catch Viggo´s eye and motion him aside. He glares at me in response. Okay, we´re going to have to do this the hard way. It doesn´t help that I´m getting flashbacks of when I tried to deal with Stuart. 

Peter eventually calls a break and I corner Viggo on his way to the coffee pot. "We need to talk," I say firmly. 

"Orlando, you´ve made it very apparent that we have nothing to talk about," he says, looking at me with contempt. 

Gah! "Fine, be that way," I bite back before I storm off. 

Later in the night, in order to avoid exploding, I wind up channeling my anger into the battle. I notice Viggo doing the same, although he´s more careful this time. However, the stuntmen have some impressive bruises when dawn breaks, and he offers to buy all of them a round of beer to make up for it. 

Fortunately, tonight was the last night where we had to shoot scenes together at Helm´s Deep. We spend the rest of the month filming separately, much to our relief. Things still remain tense in the Cuntebago, but we deal with it stoically. 

When we wrap on the last morning, a ragged cheer goes up from everyone. Well, everyone except Viggo and myself, because now we have to work closely with each other again.  After a day off to resync our sleep schedules, we´re back to shooting days. I´m glad to see Bean again, though, because he provides a nice buffer between us. I generally let Sean and Viggo do most of the talking while we´re getting made up, and I only chime in when Sean directly asks me a question. 

The hobbits notice that I seem down most of the time, so they drag me off to the pub constantly, trying to cheer me up. It doesn´t work, and eventually they pester me with questions. I just wave them off, because I really don´t want to talk about it. 

One day, though, Bean pulls me aside. "What is going on between you two?"  he hisses. 

I rub a hand over my forehead. Fuck, smudged my make-up. "It´s complicated..."

"Orli, he looks like shite every morning and the two of you rarely talk anymore. It´s more than just ´complicated.´"

"I can´t talk about it, okay? And I need to go find Diana for a touch-up." 

Bean glares at me. "That can wait. The two of you had better settle whatever it is soon. I´m tired of being caught in the middle." 

"Tell Viggo to stop being a twat." 

He draws himself up to his full height and looks at me menacingly. Shit, I forgot how scary he can be if he puts his mind to it. He says, "No, Orli, the two of you will talk. I don´t appreciate getting an ulcer every time I have to sit in the Cuntebago. And you may not have noticed, but the two of you are affecting everyone else. Settle it now, or I´ll kick your skinny arse so hard that you´ll need major surgery to remove my foot from your throat." 

I squeak, "All right." 

"Good boy," he says with an evil grin. "I´ll have a chat with Vig later to tell him the same thing." 

I glare at Sean. "But what if he still says no?" 

Bean smiles a not very nice smile, "I´m sure that I can change his mind." 

***

Shit, I don´t know what Bean did, but Viggo plops down next to me at lunch and mumbles that we should talk. He really doesn´t look happy about it, and now my curiosity is killing me. Still, we should clear our shit out first, so I offer to meet him by the water cooler after we´re done for the day. He agrees, and I somehow manage to not fluff my lines for the rest of the afternoon, even though I´m dreading our conversation. 

After I´m out of make-up, I wander over to the cooler. No Viggo. Must have had to talk to Peter about something. Soon enough, I see him approaching, and my stomach starts fluttering. 

When he pulls up close to me, I shuffle my feet a bit and we just stare at each other. Then we silently sit down on the grass together. Time passes, and neither of us is saying anything. I idly pick some of the leftover glue off my ears, and crane my neck around, hoping for some sort of last minute salvation. 

Oh fuck this...I started this mess, so I may as well start apologizing, "Viggo, I..."

His eyes blaze as he says, "Don´t play games with me, Orlando! I´m too old for this. If you don´t want to sleep with me anymore, fine, but don´t jerk me around." 

I cringe, but I deserved that. "I´m not jerking you around, damnit! It´s just..."

"What?" 

I grit my teeth. God fucking damnit. "I´m sorry, I can´t talk about it. I just can´t. I´m sorry that I was such a rotter to you, but you´ll never believe the real reason for why I acted the way I did." 

Viggo looks deep into my eyes and immediately calms down. He says patiently, "Please. No matter how ridiculous it sounds." 

I can´t...shit, he needs to know something, Orli. How do I do this without having Viggo send for the men in the white coats? I lie back and close my eyes; may as well start and see what I can come up with. "He´s not really dead." 

"I thought so," Viggo says softly. 

"What??"  I jerk upright to glare at him. 

"Orlando, I´ve been over to your house and I thought it was odd that you didn´t have any pictures of him at all. And you occasionally talk about your Viggo as if he´s still alive." 

"Bugger."  Great, who else knows? 

"Don´t worry, you weren´t being that obvious. I´ve just been studying you very closely," he says a bit sheepishly. 

I flop back onto the grass again. Unfortunately, now I have to embellish the truth a bit. "He´s actually extremely camera shy. That´s why I don´t have any photos of him. This will sound weird, but...he went missing one day. He disappeared without a trace. No sign of foul play, nothing. The police have lost interest a ways back but I keep hoping that he´ll miraculously return someday." 

"Then why tell people that he´s dead?" 

"It avoids awkward questions." 

"Are you sure that´s it, Orli?"  I want to tell him yes, but something in his gaze tells me that I should think it over. I inhale slowly and close my eyes, taking time to sort through my feelings. 

No, Viggo´s right. I´ve been denying it. I know bloody why I answer the way I do. 

I say in a small voice, "No. I tell people that my Viggo´s dead because I´ve lost hope. Because I´m not strong enough to stand what may be decades of celibacy. I used to shag everything that moved, old man. I thought I changed when I met him, but that proved to be a laugh." 

Viggo says quietly, "Have you been attracted to anyone besides me?" 

I open my eyes to look at him. "No." 

"And why´s that?" 

"Uh...because you´re a lot like him." 

"Maybe it´s a sign, Orli." 

I start biting my nails. "I...don´t know. I´m not sure anymore." 

Viggo looks at me intensely. "Then I´ll wait for you until you´re ready." 

"Really?" 

"Yes. I don´t want to lose you as a friend, elf boy," he says, edging closer so that he can put his hand over mine. 

Shit, that was a mistake. I feel the electricity immediately crackling between us and I automatically reach up to caress his jaw. Viggo rolls on top of me and kisses me hard enough to bruise my lips. 

I whimper and melt underneath him while my body goes completely haywire. He bites my neck, hard enough to leave a mark, and I moan loudly. God, I´ve got a raging hard-on now, and I arch against him, craving more. He suddenly rolls off of me, breaking my erotic haze. 

"We can´t..." he says breathlessly. 

Cautiously, we scoot away from each other. My heart´s pounding like a jackhammer, and I´m sure that Viggo´s is, too. I glance down and see that he´s got an impressively large bulge in his jeans. Before I can stop myself, I lick my lips. 

Viggo groans and says, "I can´t do this alone, Orli. You´re too fucking addicting." 

I say thickly, "So are you..." I feel so tempted to touch his cock, to trace it with my fingers. Fuck. Don´t think about it, concentrate on keeping your distance...

I push myself a little further away before I fumble in my pocket for a fag. It takes a while, but I finally dig it out and light it up. It actually takes me several tries, because my hands are shaking. 

After I take my first drag, I can feel myself easing up a bit. I hold out the packet, and Viggo pulls one out for himself. I toss him my lighter, and the two of us just lie back, smoking peacefully. 

"So much for me quitting," I say. 

"We´re just replacing one addiction with another," Viggo says with a laugh. 

"Great. With your shaggeable presence around, I´ll need to take up drinking heavily again to keep my hands off you." 

Viggo laughs louder. "Shaggeable?" 

"Sod off."  Hmmm...I get up and take another drag. Viggo´s not paying attention to me. Good. I wander closer to the cooler. 

I swiftly grab a half-empty cup of water that someone left around and throw the contents over his head. While he´s sputtering, I blow a raspberry at him and dash off. 

"Come back here, elf boy!"  he yells as he runs after me. 

I lead him on a merry chase around the set. He almost catches me, but Peter spots us in time and very calmly requests that we go somewhere else to play. 

Oh, about two months later, Viggo told me what Bean did to him. Apparently, Sean tackled him out by the stables and held him over a gigantic pile of horse shit until he promised to set up a meeting with me. 

Of course, I had to insult the old man after he was done, and he wrestled me to the ground. Surprisingly, we both managed to keep our gonads in check, so nothing more happened. I can see the love in his eyes, but I think we´ve both accepted now that we can only be friends. 

Everyone seems to breathe a collective sigh of relief when we get back to rough housing with each other. Things are now back as normal as they can be with a big production involving elves, hobbits, dwarves, and orcs. 

***

Viggo´s sipping at his coffee between takes today. I walk up and playfully bat at his wig. 

"Looks like you´re going to get a long overdue bath today, filthy human," I smirk. 

Viggo smiles at me. "At least the river doesn´t have to be thawed. I felt very sorry for Andy when he had to do those shots." 

"Well, it´s still going to be cold as a witch´s tit, so I brought you something," I say, showing him my hip flask. "I filled it with that sorry Yank excuse for scotch you like to drink." 

Viggo´s eyes light up. "You´re a wonder, Orli." 

I grin. "Now remember, no alcohol until after you´re done." 

"Yes, Mom." 

I stick my tongue out at him. Peter calls him just then. 

He gets into the raft with a couple of crewmembers. They paddle out to the middle of the river and then they hold him by the shoulders while he gets in. They keep a firm grip on him while he lies back and goes into a dead man´s float. 

Once Peter gives the signal, they let him go. Shit, that river current is going pretty fast, and he just shoots by the camera. 

My heart skips a beat when I see him disappearing below an embankment. We wait for him to come back up, but we don´t see him. 

After a minute, Peter yells, "Get the rescue teams!" 

They rush in and try to locate him. One of them shouts out, "He´s wedged under something, we need the divers!" 

Oh no, no no no...Viggo´s been under for far too long. 

The divers go down and haul him out of the river. Oh god, he´s so still. 

"Viggo!"  I scream. And it hits me then that I´ve fallen in love with him, much as I tried to avoid it. Great time to be realizing this, Orli. 

"He´s not breathing!"  One of the divers says frantically. 

The medics rush in and start giving him mouth to mouth. I get as close as they will allow me, but they hold me back. After many tense moments, he stirs, and he starts violently coughing. 

I push forward and clasp him to my chest. "Fuck, don´t scare me like that, old man," I say, tears stinging my eyes. 

"Angel?"  he says hoarsely. 

My heart almost stops. I must have heard him wrong. He pushes off my chest and locks his eyes with mine. 

They´re a pure, cobalt blue. 

I start feeling dizzy. This can´t be happening...

"Orlando, are you all right?"  Peter asks. "You´re looking pale." 

"Uhm..." God, I can´t think...

"He´ll be fine," I hear Viggo saying, snapping me back to reality. Wha? His eyes are back to normal. 

What the fuck? Viggo starts getting up, but Peter says, "I want the medics to give you a once over, Viggo, and then you´re going home." 

Viggo is about to open his mouth and protest when Peter cuts him off. "No, Viggo, you´re going home." 

I look at Peter with my best puppy dog eyes. "Can I drive him back?" 

Peter says, "You can have the rest of the day off, Orlando." 

My jaw is hanging open. Peter sidles closer to me and says quietly, "Go home and take care of Viggo, it´s all right." 

I gulp, "Thanks, man." 

He smiles and pats me on the back. 

By the time I´m out of make-up, Viggo´s patiently waiting for me outside of the Cuntebago. 

"Let´s go," I say. He nods and follows me. He doesn´t seem to be interested in talking, but I don´t think I could carry on a decent conversation right now. 

I gawp at him all the way to the car park and I continue doing it when he gets into my car. I must have imagined things, because his eyes are still their usual grey-green color. Fuck. 

I turn to face him. "I´m sorry, Viggo. I thought..." He cuts me off by putting his arms around me and pressing his lips against mine. My head immediately starts spinning again as I recognize the familiar kiss. 

I open up to him, moaning as he steals my breath away and melts me inside; I lose myself in the feeling of his tongue wrapping around mine. 

As we break, his eyes are practically glowing a bright blue, and I feel my heart singing as I drown in a gaze that I haven´t seen for over two years. 

Oh god, it is him...I feel tears forming and I don´t try to hold them back. When I start blubbing, Viggo pulls me across the gear shift and cradles my head on his chest. 

"What happened?"  I breathe. "You´re back, but how..."

"Let´s go to your house so that we can talk," he says. I feel a thrill as the familiar inflections of his voice fill my ears. 

I practically break every traffic law speeding back to my place. Once we get there, I bounce up the driveway to my house, and then I practically rip the door off its hinges to get inside. Of course, Viggo takes his sweet time coming in, and I tap my foot impatiently while I wait for him. Bastard. 

We both sit down on the couch and I blurt out, "I want the whole story. Spill." 

Viggo puts his hands over mine and squeezes them. "Once I arrived into the afterlife, I tried for reincarnation, but something stopped me. I wasn´t sure what it was, and I couldn´t find the answer, so I spent my time watching over you, instead." 

I blush furiously. Shit, he probably knows that I shagged the other Viggo. 

He continues without saying anything about my embarrassment. "When Viggo Mortensen disappeared beneath the embankment, he started drowning. I saw his soul leave his body to hover in the spirit world. It looked like it was in distress, so I left the afterlife to see if I could help him." 

What the? "I thought you couldn´t come back?"  I ask. 

"Normally, you can´t. The only reason why I could is because of the time I spent as a ghost. And there are limits. I can only go back to the spirit world--the journey is extremely difficult and draining, and I can´t stay there for long periods. It´s only something that I would do in an emergency." 

I look at my love. "But why do it for Viggo?" 

His face lights up with one of his beautiful smiles, "Because you both love each other. And since I couldn´t return to you as a reincarnation, I wanted to make sure that someone else was there to take my place." 

"Oh," I say, blushing again. 

"I told him that I needed him to open himself to me."  Viggo squeezes my hands again. "Once we touched each other, I found out that he had a piece of my soul in him." 

"What the fuck? He hasn´t even been near London."  Okay, the weirdness content in my life has just been multiplied by ten thousand. 

Viggo smiles gently at me. "Viggo actually stopped off at a London pub in 1978 while he was on a vacation. His flight was delayed, so he decided to spend the evening in town. 

"Unfortunately, he got quite drunk, and someone dared him to spend the night in a cemetery. He accepted, and after he passed out, a group of men wandered through and decided that he was an ideal target. They assaulted him, beat him to within an inch of his life, and left him for dead on top of my grave." 

"But that´s just a coincidence isn´t it?" 

"Not in this case. His soul was...dying, for lack of a better word. It couldn´t sustain itself any longer and was fading into oblivion." 

I´m confused. "Shit, they really need a manual for this stuff." 

Viggo chuckles. "I´ll see about getting one published, but I doubt it´ll sell. The target audience has no money, after all." 

I stick my tongue out at him. "Cunt. Okay, so let me get this straight: the other Viggo´s soul was going to fade out. Is that possible? I thought souls were eternal." 

"There´s an exception to every rule, angel. I´m not exactly sure what causes a soul to die, but it does happen from time to time." 

"Is there any way to reverse it?" 

Viggo nods. "If a healthy soul fuses a small amount of itself to the waning one, the fading soul can be restored." 

"So you..."

He nods again. 

But I´m also _really_ confused. "But your soul can´t be in two places at once, can it? I mean, it can´t be split apart, right?" 

"Angel, the principles that apply to your body don´t apply to souls. Souls are actually very complex. Pieces of them can be separated from the original source and still function on their own." 

"So, the pieces are sort of like a cutting from a tree," I say. 

Viggo nods. "A small part of my soul remained with my body after I died, and you know what happened to the rest." 

"Are the pieces completely separate?" 

"No, there´s a small, somewhat empathic connection between them. Each piece can sense any strong emotions emanating from the other, and they can feel each other´s general presence." 

I go into the kitchen and fetch some water for Viggo, since he´s been talking so much. After he has a sip, we continue. 

"I´m still confused, Viggo. How can you leave part of your soul with your body?" 

Viggo shrugs. "I don´t have all of the answers, angel. It just happens." 

"So why didn´t the old man remember me when he arrived in New Zealand? If he has a part of you, he should´ve recognized me and saved me a ton of embarrassment," I ask. 

Viggo starts belly laughing, so I club him with a pillow. "Shut up," I grump. 

He draws a shaky breath and kisses me gently. "I´m sorry, angel. But it was a priceless moment." 

I give him a quick peck. "All right, you´re forgiven. Now answer my question." 

"The fusing process was extremely complicated, and I was too inexperienced at the time. Something went very wrong, so instead of donating a small amount, every bit of my soul that had been in the graveyard was forcibly joined with his. The resulting trauma scarred both of us." 

"Which is why Viggo doesn´t recall visiting London..."

"Yes, to keep its sanity, his mind blocked out anything associated with that night. All he remembers is passing through England. 

"I actually received the brunt of the damage. The part of me that was joined to Viggo Mortensen was subjected to a huge mental backlash. It burned out all of my memories, all of my experiences, everything except for my most basic traits. Fortunately, that piece of me managed to sever the connection to my ghostly self when the backlash started. It saved what remained of my soul from being irreparably harmed." 

I wince. "But the shock of being separated like that must have wiped that incident from your mind. Which is why I didn´t see it when we shared everything." 

"Yes." 

"But you remember now." 

"Our memories were restored once we touched each other in the spirit world." 

I get the feeling that it probably wasn´t that easy. I´m sure that he must have re-lived some of that pain. God, like he hasn´t had enough already. 

That still doesn´t explain why he´s here, though. I´m not sure if I want to hear the answer. 

I swallow and ask, "Viggo...what happened between the two of you?" 

He looks a bit sad. "It turned out that the fusing was unstable. When the other Viggo drowned, the stress caused the bond to shatter, and his soul started to fade again. I tried to give him a little of myself again, but his soul was too damaged by the trauma from our forced joining to stabilize." 

My heart skips a beat. "What happened next?" 

Viggo says, "I managed to slow the fading down temporarily while I looked for a solution. He wanted me to let him go; he felt that he had received an unfair extension on life at my expense." 

I look at Viggo questioningly. 

He continues, "I examined the damage further and came up with a solution. He needed more that just a little bit of myself to avoid fading." 

"How much?"  I ask, my mouth dry. 

"He needed all of me. And I made sure to do it right this time." 

I stare at him. "So...both of you are in there?" 

Viggo´s eyes shift back to grey-green, and I hear Viggo Mortensen´s voice saying, "Yes, we are, elf boy." 

I throw myself into his arms and kiss him soundly. He responds with a mix of raw intensity and tender love. My head is completely spinning as I feel him descending lower to plant little kisses along my jaw. I twine my fingers in his hair, and he swoops lower to suck on the hollow of my neck. I squirm happily in his grasp, feeling my nerves buzz out of control and feeling my skin heat up. 

While he´s still nibbling on my neck, Viggo scoops me up and carries me into the bedroom. I kiss every bit of his skin that I can get my lips on before he deposits me on the bed. 

He cups my cheek and rubs his thumb over it. "You´re so beautiful, angel." 

I turn my head and kiss his palm, watching him shudder. Smirking, I gently trace lazy patterns with my tongue, enjoying the small moan he lets out. 

He gently pushes up my t-shirt, and runs his hands over my torso. "I missed touching you so much..." he purrs. 

"And I need you now," I say, yanking my t-shirt off. I quickly strip us both before I push him onto his back and straddle him. 

Fuck going slow this time, I want it fast and hard. My aggression seems to have the desired effect, because Viggo´s cock is already hard, and I´m not far behind. 

Oh god, I want him _now_. I reach over into the nightstand and grab a condom and some lube. While I´m rolling the condom onto him, he grabs the lube and coats his fingers with it. 

He eases a finger in and I groan softly. I slick him up and whisper, "That´s enough." 

Viggo can´t really talk anymore and he nods mutely as I position myself over his erection. He grabs my hips, and I immediately sink down to take all of him in one stroke. 

"Christ!"  I moan as I hit bottom, arching backward. Fuck, he´s so hot inside of me. And I can´t wait any longer. I start riding him hard, screaming and mewling as I impale myself on his cock, feeling each thrust in every square centimeter of my body. Viggo´s thrashing underneath me, gripping my hips so hard that I´m sure he´s going to leave bruises. He returns each of my fevered thrusts with one of his own, causing me to cry out further. 

I´m not particularly gentle. We´ve been apart for far too long, and I want to him to fuck me so hard that I´ll be able to feel it afterward, to assure myself that he´s real, that this is not some dream that I´ll wake up from. 

At one point, he closes his eyes, and I say hoarsely, "Look at me, love." 

And he does, focusing those beautiful, intensely blue eyes on mine. God, I´ll never get tired of the way he looks at me. 

I lean down to kiss him hungrily, sucking on his tongue and moaning loudly into his mouth as we frantically work towards release. 

Viggo tears his lips off mine and breathes, "I´m close..."

In response, I start slamming into him and clamping down at the same time. He gives out a roar as he comes, lifting me off the bed as he arches up. I ride it out, squeezing him for all I´m worth, feeling the hot pulse of his cock inside of me. 

Viggo´s eyes are still glazed as removes a hand from my hip and starts pumping my dick. I wail his name as I climax, spurting pearly liquid over the two of us. 

I collapse on top of him, the two of us still joined. Smiling, I press my ear to his chest, listening to his heartbeat. 

"I love you," he says. 

I look deep into his eyes and say, "I love you, too. Both of you." 

Viggo wraps his arms around me, and a small look of confusion hits his face as he tries to bury his nose into my hair and gets spiked by the mohawk. 

"Forgot about that..." he murmurs. 

I laugh. "Should´ve let the old man take over for this part."  A thought just hits me. "Viggo, are the two of you going to keep shifting around like this? I mean, I can really tell who has the brain." 

"We will for now. However, we should gradually integrate over time." 

"Everyone´s going to think you´re seriously nutters." 

He shrugs. "They already think that Viggo´s a little unstable. We´ll just have to encourage that." 

I beam. "Brilliant idea. Erm...while we´re on the topic, how in the fuck are you going to explain the new shade in your eye color? I mean, I´ve seen Viggo´s eyes turn blue from time to time, but it´s more of a greyish hue." 

"I won´t. We´ll just let them draw their own conclusions. Either that, or we can blame the lighting." 

"Hell, I´ll tell them that you´ve been stealing my contacts," I say with a grin. He chuckles and just pulls me closer. 

We lie together for a bit, but Viggo eventually says, "I have to pull out." 

I groan softly as he does. Man, I miss him inside of me already. I hop out of bed and get something to clean us off while he disposes of the condom. 

We both return to bed and we snuggle under the sheets after I wipe us down. Shit, I´m still full of questions, but I´ll limit myself to just one this time. 

"Um, something I was always wondering. Why does he look like you?"  I say, twisting my hands nervously. 

Viggo chuckles. "He´s always had a close resemblance to me. Maybe it was inevitable that the two of you would fall in love, also." 

I sigh as I rub my face against his chest hair. Another question flits into my head. So much for limiting myself. 

"Fuck, how are we going to explain this to Henry?" 

Viggo laughs. "Compared to what we had to go through to find each other again, I think that will be the easy part. Just trust that everything will work out." 

I kiss him and smile. Yes, it has worked out. We went through a lot, but it turned out in the end. I fall asleep in Viggo´s arms, confident that my fate will forever be intertwined with these two men, and that we´ll always find a way to be together. 

THE END

chapter 9
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