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Flying With Eagles	By : Zar Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 10191 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Orlando Bloom. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: Flying with Eagles
Author: Zar
Email: zarakan@hotmail.com
LJ: http://www.livejournal.com/users/squishypiglet/
Warnings: This is slash. Don't like it? Don't read it!
Pairings: Viggorli with special guest Eric Bana.
Disclaimer: This is not true, despite all my wishes.
Summary: Viggo finds out what it’s like being pushed…

Note: Special thanks to the girls on my LJ who came up with really great and inspiring reasons why Vig should stay with Orli. Helped my focus loads, guys! *Muah*

Note 2: I had intended for this chapter to be out on the 20th, in time for Viggo's 46th birthday, but ummm...I got lazy. Hahaha, so here it is, a belated gift.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, VIGGO!!

Chapter 43

An eerie silence has descended over the Eagle. I don’t like it. But I don’t know how to make it go away.

Though I haven’t gone to check, I know my prince has hidden himself in our bedroom. There was the gentle snick as the door shut, but there have been no sounds since then. I wonder what he’s doing.

Is he hiding because of embarrassment?

Is he crying?

Is he angry that I got carried away and didn’t stop when he hesitated?

Exasperated, I run my hands through my hair, still unable to believe the situation in which I currently find myself. How could this happen?

Though now, it’s clear why he faltered when I tried to take off his clothes…why he looked so worried as I kissed my way down his body…

…but why did he not say anything to me? Months ago? Days ago? Even five minutes before? Two minutes, just before I tried to strip him. Yet he stayed silent and let me discover it myself.

The humiliation is still making my cheeks flush.

I have never felt like that before in my life, the emotions that ran through me as my hand encountered his limp and unresponsive member. Embarrassment…surprise…confusion…disbelief…all tinged with the after-shock of desire and lust.

I groan aloud. It feels good to let it out, so I do it again, trying to release my internal frustration and uncertainty into the empty silence. Fill the hollow silence in my heart.

Louder. Longer. Lungs emptied out.

Better.

Feeling slightly more at ease, I stretch, trying to loosen the muscles in my neck and back. I must be more stressed than I first realised. I should talk to Orlando though…or at least see how he is, after that less-than-idyllic incident.

As there were no other lights on in the corridor, I felt as if I were walking towards my doom as the huge double doors loomed closer and closer. Well, nothing to do but enter, now that I was standing right there wiping my suddenly sweaty hands on my trouser leg. One last deep breath, a soft knock and a push of the door…

A curled up figure is lying on the bed, facing away from the door. There isn’t a response to show Orlando has heard me enter, so I make my cautious way towards his side, trying not to disturb him.

All the lights are off in the part of the apartment, and I peer at his face, trying to see if he is asleep, when he moves his head slightly and I can see his eyes glinting, even in the dark.

“You’re awake,” I voice unnecessarily, trying to end the oppressive silence if nothing else.

No reply.

Moving slowly, making sure he can see my every move, I reach out a hand to click on the lamp on the nightstand.

It leaves us both blinkingly owlishly at each other while our eyes struggle to adjust to the abrupt change in lighting. Not such a smart move, but at least I can see him now. Can see his soulful eyes and expressions.

I can almost make out the marks trailing from the corner of his eyes down to the pillow, but it is the telling manner in which his long eyelashes are sticking together that reveal to me his anguish.

“Oh muffin…”

Before I realise it, I’ve crouched right in front of him by the bed and am slowly wiping at the tear trails with my thumb. From the corner of hazel eyes, near the gentle curve of a high cheekbone, before it disappears near his ear. My god says nothing as I slowly repeat the gesture, as soothed by the slow fluttering of his eyelids as the warm damp skin I am caressing.

He allows me this little indulgence before sniffing once and moving his face away.

“Here.”

There is some fumbling from underneath the covers before the cordless phone is pulled out and thrust into my hands. The normally cold plastic is unusually warm having been in his warm grasp and I look at it in what can only be described as bewilderment.

“What…?”

“Didn’t you come in here to get the phone?”

Why would he think that?

“No, I came in here to see how you were, muffin. I was worried about you.”

He seems to be considering my comment before rolling over onto his back so his face is obscured again by shadow.

“I thought you were going to call Sean.”

“Sean?” I repeat stupidly.

“Yeah…Beanie. You always call him when things go wrong.”

I detect an unusual stress on my best friend’s name, but don’t stop to think about it now.

“I wouldn’t talk to him about…” I wave my hand vaguely in the air towards the two of us, “…something so private in our relationship. This is between me and you…strictly me and you.”

Though my prince doesn’t roll back, he at least tilts his head in my direction to scrutinise me.

“I called Eric,” he whispers.

“Oh.”

“I didn’t know we weren’t supposed to tell other people stuff about us…sorry.”

“It’s okay…just…I don’t like other people knowing such intimate details about our relationship. I want things like that to stay between us.”

Maybe it was the idea that I don’t like him telling Eric any more of our details, but Orlando sighs deeply as his eyes slide shut.

“I…I just really needed to talk.”

Bingo. Just the opening I was hoping for.

“But, darling, that’s what I am here for. Talk to me. Let me in.”

Was that the wrong thing to say? The only response I have is Orlando tensing his jaw, then his eyes shut, blocking me out entirely, as if I were not even there.

“Muffin?”

Silence.

“Orlando?”

There is still no answer; he doesn’t even open his eyes to acknowledge me, and despite myself, I start to become irritated. I am ashamed to say that it might also have had something to do with all the frustration rushing through me after the aborted heavy make-out session. Maybe it’s my injured pride that I couldn’t bring my boyfriend any pleasure, but whatever it is, I run out of patience and stand up, throwing the covers off of him and frown darkly.

Chocolate eyes snap open and he glares at me. ‘How did the mood change so quickly?’ I wonder.

“What do you want, Viggo?” It’s a harsh and mocking tone; one I had never heard from him before and it shocks me.

“Orlando, we should talk about what happened. We’ve been putting off talking for so long now; it’s about time certain things were discussed.”

Obviously uncomfortable in his vulnerable lying-down position, my fiercely beautiful angel pushes himself upright in the bed.

“All right. We’ll talk…but not here.”

He flings on the pin-stripe jacket he had been wearing earlier on today over his sleeping T-shirt and stalks out of the room, not even turning to make sure I was following.

What is wrong with him? Why is he so angry? If that Leopard-man said anything to hurt him…!

And why is he even wearing a T-shirt to bed? We had been sleeping topless together since he came back from Australia…just what is happening?

More than a little confused, and getting more upset by the minute, I stalk into the living room, only to discover that he’s not there. A quick look into the kitchen, but it’s also silent with only a regular drip drip from the sink.

If he has left the apartment –

I suddenly notice a figure out on the balcony, leaning against the barricade and looking down at the body of water below him. Although it’s dark, I can just about make out his well-defined profile and it’s obvious he’s not any happier than I am, judging by the downward twist of his mouth.

The glass door shuts softly behind me as I step out and I almost jump back inside. It’s getting cold in London and the floor is freezing against my barefeet, the wind is whipping across and blowing my hair into my eyes.

“Are you sure you don’t want to talk inside, Orlando?”

I am still wearing the clothes I had on while at dinner, but my prince is only in a jacket and boxer shorts.

“I am fine here. You can go back in, if you don’t want tay.”ay.” There is a strong undertone of a challenge in his voice and I am not backing down. We are going to have this discussion, whether in a warm apartment or the freezing balcony.

“No, I’ll stay.” I move over and stand beside him, though wary enough to keep a good six-inches between us so we’re not touching. “You want to tell me what this is all about?”

Ignoring my question, he now tilts his head back to look up at the sky.

“Why are we together anyway, Viggo?”

I was not expecting a question like that, and I twist my head to look at him so quickly, my neck screams with abuse. He is still avoiding me, looking stoically up at stars that are not there but hidden by London smog and over-shadowed by city lights.

“Why? Because we love each other.”

A short bark of laughter from him.

“We love each other…” he echoes doubtfully. “Let me re-phrase that. Why are you with me?”

I answer him as honestly as I can.

“Because I love you.”

An eyebrow is cocked at me, so holding in my frustration at his questions which evade the talk I want to have, I try to answer him.

“It…feels right to be with you. You make me feel…happy. I feel needed. I can just be me around you…not have to be one of my personas, Viggo-the-artist, Viggo-the-father, Viggo-the-lover…I can be just Viggo. And that’s enough. Though I am just me, I still feel good enough…still feel special.”

A snort of laughter.

“Special? You’re with me because I make you feel special.” He’s silent in his perusal of the skyline, but then turns to me, staring intently. “How ironic. I love you…because you make me feel normal.”

That’s an unexpected surprise.

“Normal?”

“Yeah…you don’t treat me like I am glass. Like I need to be looked after, otherwise I’ll shatter. Like…I am someone who hasn’t had such a messed up past…someone who grew up with two parents, a sister and a dog…the kind of man who had an average childhood not filled with r-rape and abuse…you know…normal.”

He probably needs to let all of this out, seeing the way he is rambling, so I stay quiet, waiting for him to continue.

Nothing is said for a long time after that, me looking down at the bridge and the river below us, Orlando back to surveying the dark sky.

Although my eyes are turned downward, my thoughts are flying all over the place. On the odd conversation we just had, on all the things Orlando is hiding…but most of all, on the incident on the couch. Then suddenly, an idea comes to me unannounced, one I had not entertained before now. At least it would explain his lack of arousal.

“Orlando…are you straight?”

Incredulous eyes are turned my way.

“What??”

Then it hits me how stupid it must have sounded, though it made perfect sense in the confusion of my head.

“Sorry…just wanted to make sure.” I have my suspicions that the terrible silence is going to continue if I don’t do something about it, so impulsively, I move over and wrap his shivering form in my arms.

“But why didn’t you say anything to me earlier, muffin?”

“…it’s not exactly normal, is it? How could I have even brought it up?” he breaths into my shoulder.

“But you could have prepared me for it. We could work through this together if you had told me. You should have talked to me about it – ” I begin to admonish.

“You keep saying that!” My prince goes rigid before pulling himself roughly away from me. “Always going on about me needing to talk to you, and share…”

I can only stare at him in disbelief.

“Yes! We should talk! There are so many things you aren’t telling me – ”

He crosses his arms defensively infront of himself and moves even further away, the wind blowing his hair wildly about, giving him an feral gleam.

“Talk? Okay! Let’s talk!” he shouts. “Who is Henry?”

Oh god. This is not what I expected. How had he found out about my son?

He pushes ahead while I gape at him open-mouthed.

“Answer me, Viggo. You wanted to talk? Okay, we’ll do that. You talk. Who is Exene?”

The final word is shouted at me even as he droops his head and leans heavily against the banister.

“Answer me…Viggo, answer me…you don’t want to talk? I don’t either!”

I can only watch helplessly as he leans his head down onto folded arms.

“Orlando…”

“How can I open up and talk to you if you won’t tell me anything? You weren’t even willing to tell me you were divorced and have a son! Shows how important I am to you, doesn’t it?” He sniffles and rubs angrily at his eyes and nose with a clenched fist.

“It’s not like that at all! I didn’t tell you because…I was afraid you would leave me.”

“Then what was all that bullshit five minutes ago about ‘feeling right being with you’, hmm? You’re just saying whatever you can to get out of the hole you dug yourself into. I don’t tell you things abouselfself…but I’ve never lied.”

That’s it. I grasp him by the arms and give him a shake.

“Stop it! It’s not like that at all! Stop putting words in my mouth!”

“I am only stating things as they are, and you don’t like hearing it. I’ve bared so much of me to you, my past, my history, my fears…yet I know next to nothing about you. I don’t know where you grew up, why you became an artist, why you…got married…you won’t let me in. How do you think that feels, Viggo?”

I release the tight grip I have on him, though I slide my palms down his arms till we’re holding hands.

“You shouldn’t have let this fester for so long…how long have you been feeling like this?”

Another sniff before he replies, “…too long.”

“Why didn’t you just come and ask me?”

“How could I?? You weren’t telling me because…maybe you didn’t want me to know…didn’t think it was worth telling me. But...” he sighs heavily, “I can understand how it feels to have things you don’t want known, till you’re ready to tell them. I didn’t want to push you…but you keep pressing me.”

I can’t believe I hadn’t noticed my insistent way of continuously prying him for information, yet so unwilling to offer any myself.

“Oh, muffin…”

I run a hand through his hair and stop at the nape of his neck to massage it gently. He is so tense.

“I hadn’t realised…I am sorry…I didn’t know…” My eyes shut of their own accord as if it would block out my unforgivable indiscretion, but they fly open when a trembling body is wrapped around mine.

“Don’t push me to talk…please don’t push me…let me come to you…”

Helpless, I can only nod and continue stroking his hair and kissing his forehead.

How are things going to progress now?

He obviously knows some, but not all about my messy divorce, but I am not ready to tell him everything yet…not when I haven’t even got my own mind around what happened. And how had he even found out…?

As always. Some answers. But even more questions.

And now, I don’t even feel that I can ask them.

I’ll do what I can though…

“Let’s go inside…and this time, I’ll talk.”

TBC...

Well, people didn't take Orlando's impotency very well, did they? *Cackles* It's so amusing, hahaha...and now I've made it so that they can't even talk anymore! Oh god...

But look, now Viggo is going to reveal more! Isn't that great? We've rarely heard from our artist...though it means now, I'll have to make up a history for him. *Sigh*

Anya - Aww, hon! They got the heavy petting...only nothing further. Hehe. But think of it this way: if they really got all the way this time, then isn't it anti-climatic? Since there's nothing left to look forward to!

Shui - Hello! I love reading your reviews, sweetie...since you reply me everytime. You're so sweet, thank you! *Big hug* Hope you liked this!

Robyn - Can't believe you read this all at once...it's getting quite long now, much longer than I had originally expected to write! But wow, I am surprised you didn't overdose yourself on FwE! =)
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