Chapter Eight
Title: Play the game
Author: Greenleaf
Pairing: Orlando Bloom/Sean Bean
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: violence, later on mpreg
Beta: the awesome jackieville
Disclaimer: Never happened, not mine. I’m making no money with it and remain a poor girl who only wants to write. I don’t know Sheffield United, nor how their firm is called. The B.L.E is completely made up by me. "The Old Tiger’s head" is a pub in Greenwich and I only borrowed its name.
Summary: Orlando and Sean meet under the most unusual circumstances and their lives change dramatically. Sean has to make a choice.
Feedback: Makes my day that much sweeter
Previous Chapters
Chapter Eight - Lost and Found
Orlando wrinkled his nose and shifted, his mind leaving the depths of darkness and floating in the twilight zone between wakefulness and sleep. Nevertheless his dazed mind realised that something was amiss. Orlando shifted and pulled the blanket tighter around himself before he slowly cracked one eye open. The TV was still on, subdued voices filling the room like the whispering of leaves. Orlando's hand felt around but found nothing other than the soft cover of the couch. Orlando sighed and rolled onto his back, staring at the ceiling.
"Sean?"
Orlando waited for a few seconds, indulging in thoughts of going back to sleep as soon as Sean was here again. When no answer came Orlando sat up with a sigh, cursing under his breath.
"Sean?" He called again, looking around and hoping to get a glimpse of his lover.
"Sean where are you?!" Orlando got up hastily as adrenaline pulsed through his veins. He had no idea how serious Sean's injuries were. His lover had simply waved it off as 'just feeling a little bit sore'. What if he had been hurt badly after all and had collapsed while going to the bathroom? Orlando's inner voice scolded him for reacting so hysterical, but his racing thoughts drowned it out. Orlando looked in every room of the flat but Sean was nowhere to be seen. Orlando grabbed his cell phone form the table, his body acting on autopilot, hitting the speed dial for Sean. With every second, every dialling signal, he grew more nervous. Sean didn't answer. Frustrated Orlando threw the phone back onto the table, running a hand through his messy curls. After a few second another idea came to his mind and hurriedly pulled on his shoes and grabbed his coat. Sean had forbidden him to ever come to the Tiger's Head, but Orlando didn't care for it anymore. Sean had never listened to his pleas and wishes. He had still gone to the football matches, to the pub and gotten himself into trouble. Why should he stick to the rules Sean had put up then?
~*~*~
A shudder ran down Orlando's spine and he wrapped his arms tighter around himself. The windows of the pub were broken, the shards still lying on the street. Even from outside one saw a bit of the destruction inside. Chairs were lying on the floor; the bottles from the bar were scattered across the floor, most of them broken. The alcohol had seeped into the wooden floor, its distinct smell engrained in the air.
Orlando took a deep breath before he entered the pub, focusing his attention on finding anyone who could give him information, ignoring the chaos around him as best as possible. It only reminded him of Sean and the knot of fear and anxiety inside him, ready to burst and paralyze him.
"Hello?" Orlando's voice echoed through the so unlikely silent room. Nothing had remained of the cheerful voices, the singing. Even the anger that had been radiating through the room the night before had vanished, leaving deadly silence and shards.
"Wha' do ye want?"
Orlando almost jumped out of his skin when a harsh voice came from behind the bar. He slowly turned in that direction, swallowing hard. He had never been here but he supposed that this guy was the owner. He had short brown hair and a rough face, his eyes hard and lips pressed together into a tight line.
"I'm...I'm sorry, I didn't want to...interrupt," Orlando stuttered, taking a few steps back.
"It's just...you haven't seen Sean Bean today, have you?"
The man's brows furrowed before he nodded curtly, going back to sorting out the mess at the bar.
"Yeah, he an' the others met here earlier. Think they headed for the industrial structures."
Orlando swallowed against the lump in his throat, trying to focus. He couldn't give into the sickness that threatened to overwhelm him, not now.
"Thank you," He replied through clenched teeth before he hurried outside, welcoming the fresh air, willing it to wash the nausea away. After taking a few more deep breaths he made his way down the street to the industrial structures.
"Your dad is a complete bastard, just so you know," He mumbled while walking, placing his hand lightly on his stomach in a desperate attempt to gain some comfort from it.
~*~*~
Morgan wanted to make things right again, but there were only so many ways he knew how to do that. In the thirty-six years he had spent on earth he had rarely ever apologised and he hated being the one to crawl back and ask for forgiveness. However, he knew that today was one of the days where he had to overcome his pride. None of the guys had answered their phone, so he made his way to the Tiger's Head, thinking about how he could possibly apologise without making a complete fool out of himself.
Guilt flooded through his very core when his eyes fell on the house that had been his second home for so long. It seemed dirty and defiled. Morgan sighed and parked his car, slowly getting out. When he spotted a man with brown curls entering the pub he stopped dead on his tracks. Wasn't that Bean's boy? Careful not to be too obvious he slowly walked past the pub, thinking that the broken windows made it easy to eavesdrop.
"...think they headed for the industrial structures."
Morgan froze. That could only mean one thing. Adrenaline pumped through his veins as he threw open the door of the car, his hands shaking when he started the engine.
~*~*~
Orlando could hear the noises before he actually saw the scene. Behind the empty house that had previously been a factory was a large open space, where the grass only sparely grew. Orlando swallowed hard. The whole scenario made him shiver and his legs refused to move towards the noises. Through sheer will power he went on, his heart beating fast and loud. It almost seemed as if the unsteady rhythm was the only sound he could hear anymore, blood rushing in his ears. Even the air here seemed to have a stale smell.
By the time Orlando rounded the corner he was trembling. The cooper smell of blood mixed with screams and other sounds he didn't even want to identify. All his instincts told him to turn around and run, but his heart was crying out for Sean. The sight of the mob momentarily paralysed Orlando. His eyes scanned every face he could make out, desperate to find that of his lover. Nervously chewing his bottom lip he took a few tentative steps forward, not knowing what to do. He couldn't just run over and search around for Sean. Orlando knew that he wasn't strong and he didn't want to put their baby into danger. His breathing was uneven to the point where he felt as if he wasn't able to breathe at all. The faces and bodies were blurred and he rapidly blinked, trying to focus. Should he call out to his boyfriend?
"Sean?" Only a throaty whisper left Orlando's mouth.
~*~*~
Arnold took a few steps back, wiping his arm over his face and smearing the blood coming from his nose over his face. His body hurt, but he loved this kind of hurt. He loved the adrenaline that was running through his veins, and the screams filling his ears. Arnold never felt more alive than in moments like this. He ducked and avoided Karl's fist connecting with his face. As he did so his eyes settled on a lone figure standing a few metres away. He narrowed his eyes, momentarily studying the person. The corners of Arnold's mouth slowly turned upwards into a sly grin. He whirled around and pushed Karl out of his way.
"Ey boss!" Arnold pushed his way through the crowd until he was in hearing distance of Bov.
"Seems like we 'ave a guest."
Bov followed Arnold's gaze.
"Isn't tha' Bean's boy?" He asked, pure malice shining in his eyes, the grin on his face making him look like a lunatic. Bean had left several scars on his body and this would be more than a perfect form of revenge.
"Aye," Arnold smiled broadly.
"We should give 'im a nice welcome then."
TBC
Author: Greenleaf
Pairing: Orlando Bloom/Sean Bean
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: violence, later on mpreg
Beta: the awesome jackieville
Disclaimer: Never happened, not mine. I’m making no money with it and remain a poor girl who only wants to write. I don’t know Sheffield United, nor how their firm is called. The B.L.E is completely made up by me. "The Old Tiger’s head" is a pub in Greenwich and I only borrowed its name.
Summary: Orlando and Sean meet under the most unusual circumstances and their lives change dramatically. Sean has to make a choice.
Feedback: Makes my day that much sweeter
Previous Chapters
Chapter Eight - Lost and Found
Orlando wrinkled his nose and shifted, his mind leaving the depths of darkness and floating in the twilight zone between wakefulness and sleep. Nevertheless his dazed mind realised that something was amiss. Orlando shifted and pulled the blanket tighter around himself before he slowly cracked one eye open. The TV was still on, subdued voices filling the room like the whispering of leaves. Orlando's hand felt around but found nothing other than the soft cover of the couch. Orlando sighed and rolled onto his back, staring at the ceiling.
"Sean?"
Orlando waited for a few seconds, indulging in thoughts of going back to sleep as soon as Sean was here again. When no answer came Orlando sat up with a sigh, cursing under his breath.
"Sean?" He called again, looking around and hoping to get a glimpse of his lover.
"Sean where are you?!" Orlando got up hastily as adrenaline pulsed through his veins. He had no idea how serious Sean's injuries were. His lover had simply waved it off as 'just feeling a little bit sore'. What if he had been hurt badly after all and had collapsed while going to the bathroom? Orlando's inner voice scolded him for reacting so hysterical, but his racing thoughts drowned it out. Orlando looked in every room of the flat but Sean was nowhere to be seen. Orlando grabbed his cell phone form the table, his body acting on autopilot, hitting the speed dial for Sean. With every second, every dialling signal, he grew more nervous. Sean didn't answer. Frustrated Orlando threw the phone back onto the table, running a hand through his messy curls. After a few second another idea came to his mind and hurriedly pulled on his shoes and grabbed his coat. Sean had forbidden him to ever come to the Tiger's Head, but Orlando didn't care for it anymore. Sean had never listened to his pleas and wishes. He had still gone to the football matches, to the pub and gotten himself into trouble. Why should he stick to the rules Sean had put up then?
~*~*~
A shudder ran down Orlando's spine and he wrapped his arms tighter around himself. The windows of the pub were broken, the shards still lying on the street. Even from outside one saw a bit of the destruction inside. Chairs were lying on the floor; the bottles from the bar were scattered across the floor, most of them broken. The alcohol had seeped into the wooden floor, its distinct smell engrained in the air.
Orlando took a deep breath before he entered the pub, focusing his attention on finding anyone who could give him information, ignoring the chaos around him as best as possible. It only reminded him of Sean and the knot of fear and anxiety inside him, ready to burst and paralyze him.
"Hello?" Orlando's voice echoed through the so unlikely silent room. Nothing had remained of the cheerful voices, the singing. Even the anger that had been radiating through the room the night before had vanished, leaving deadly silence and shards.
"Wha' do ye want?"
Orlando almost jumped out of his skin when a harsh voice came from behind the bar. He slowly turned in that direction, swallowing hard. He had never been here but he supposed that this guy was the owner. He had short brown hair and a rough face, his eyes hard and lips pressed together into a tight line.
"I'm...I'm sorry, I didn't want to...interrupt," Orlando stuttered, taking a few steps back.
"It's just...you haven't seen Sean Bean today, have you?"
The man's brows furrowed before he nodded curtly, going back to sorting out the mess at the bar.
"Yeah, he an' the others met here earlier. Think they headed for the industrial structures."
Orlando swallowed against the lump in his throat, trying to focus. He couldn't give into the sickness that threatened to overwhelm him, not now.
"Thank you," He replied through clenched teeth before he hurried outside, welcoming the fresh air, willing it to wash the nausea away. After taking a few more deep breaths he made his way down the street to the industrial structures.
"Your dad is a complete bastard, just so you know," He mumbled while walking, placing his hand lightly on his stomach in a desperate attempt to gain some comfort from it.
~*~*~
Morgan wanted to make things right again, but there were only so many ways he knew how to do that. In the thirty-six years he had spent on earth he had rarely ever apologised and he hated being the one to crawl back and ask for forgiveness. However, he knew that today was one of the days where he had to overcome his pride. None of the guys had answered their phone, so he made his way to the Tiger's Head, thinking about how he could possibly apologise without making a complete fool out of himself.
Guilt flooded through his very core when his eyes fell on the house that had been his second home for so long. It seemed dirty and defiled. Morgan sighed and parked his car, slowly getting out. When he spotted a man with brown curls entering the pub he stopped dead on his tracks. Wasn't that Bean's boy? Careful not to be too obvious he slowly walked past the pub, thinking that the broken windows made it easy to eavesdrop.
"...think they headed for the industrial structures."
Morgan froze. That could only mean one thing. Adrenaline pumped through his veins as he threw open the door of the car, his hands shaking when he started the engine.
~*~*~
Orlando could hear the noises before he actually saw the scene. Behind the empty house that had previously been a factory was a large open space, where the grass only sparely grew. Orlando swallowed hard. The whole scenario made him shiver and his legs refused to move towards the noises. Through sheer will power he went on, his heart beating fast and loud. It almost seemed as if the unsteady rhythm was the only sound he could hear anymore, blood rushing in his ears. Even the air here seemed to have a stale smell.
By the time Orlando rounded the corner he was trembling. The cooper smell of blood mixed with screams and other sounds he didn't even want to identify. All his instincts told him to turn around and run, but his heart was crying out for Sean. The sight of the mob momentarily paralysed Orlando. His eyes scanned every face he could make out, desperate to find that of his lover. Nervously chewing his bottom lip he took a few tentative steps forward, not knowing what to do. He couldn't just run over and search around for Sean. Orlando knew that he wasn't strong and he didn't want to put their baby into danger. His breathing was uneven to the point where he felt as if he wasn't able to breathe at all. The faces and bodies were blurred and he rapidly blinked, trying to focus. Should he call out to his boyfriend?
"Sean?" Only a throaty whisper left Orlando's mouth.
~*~*~
Arnold took a few steps back, wiping his arm over his face and smearing the blood coming from his nose over his face. His body hurt, but he loved this kind of hurt. He loved the adrenaline that was running through his veins, and the screams filling his ears. Arnold never felt more alive than in moments like this. He ducked and avoided Karl's fist connecting with his face. As he did so his eyes settled on a lone figure standing a few metres away. He narrowed his eyes, momentarily studying the person. The corners of Arnold's mouth slowly turned upwards into a sly grin. He whirled around and pushed Karl out of his way.
"Ey boss!" Arnold pushed his way through the crowd until he was in hearing distance of Bov.
"Seems like we 'ave a guest."
Bov followed Arnold's gaze.
"Isn't tha' Bean's boy?" He asked, pure malice shining in his eyes, the grin on his face making him look like a lunatic. Bean had left several scars on his body and this would be more than a perfect form of revenge.
"Aye," Arnold smiled broadly.
"We should give 'im a nice welcome then."
TBC