Chapter One - You're messing with the enemy
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
A/N: Since I have never been to Sheffield I only have the informations the internet gives me, and I have no idea about the accent and slang there. So please ignore it when there are false things to be found in this story. After all it is fiction ;)
Prologue can be found here
Chapter One - You're messing with the enemy
The pub was crowded and the air filled with different voices, melting together to a constant background sound, and the smoke of cigarettes. Sean made his way over to the table in the corner, flopping down in one of the chairs.
"'ey there."
"Bean, it's about time!" Pete grinned, handing his mate a pint of beer.
"What, did you already miss me?" Sean grinned, taking a healthy swig and letting the familiarity of the pub calm him. It always felt like home, so different to his empty and cold flat. Come to think of it, it had always been more of a home to him than the place where he had grown up. His mother had left when Sean was five. She had met a man, way younger than his father and way more beautiful. Where she was now, Sean didn't know. All he could remember was that all of a sudden she was gone, never to return. Letters had arrived but they could never replace her warm laughter, the smell of her hair, or the safety he had always felt when she had hugged him. Sean's father had found himself in an unknown situation, heartbroken and alone with a five year old. He had tried, Sean knew that, but he didn't always succeed. Brian had loved his son in his own way; a way a child often didn't understand. Without warning there were no more warm embraces and after his mamma had left the laughter seemed to be gone from their flat. Sean had learned to take care of himself early because sometimes his father would go to the pub and forget about the little boy waiting at home. Brian wasn't a bad father he just didn't know any better. When Sean had gotten older Brian had taken him along to the pub where he would eat and do his homework in a corner. Sean had always liked the pub. It wasn't like their cold, messy flat. There was life and people were talking and laughing. Until today this hadn't changed and it made Sean feel at home. He needed the chaos and noises around him because he had been alone for too long in his life already.
With a shake of his head Sean chased those thoughts away and looked up again, laughing as one of the guys told a joke.
~*~*~
Orlando hummed happily to himself as he walked down the street. It was a nice, warm day and the sun was shining. He had moved to Sheffield only a few weeks ago, when he had received a scholarship for university, and he was still excited about his new life. A life without his mother watching his every movement and making sure he ate enough. Orlando really loved her, but he was 20 and he wanted to be independent. Now he was living in a small flat near the university, finally all on his own. He also worked in a supermarket for a few hours each week. He needed his salary for the rent and food and wasn't able to buy anything else for himself but he was happy.
Today the brunette was going to see a football match. One of his colleagues at work had gotten sick and given his ticket to Orlando, who wasn't a real football fan but never missed a chance to see and experience something new.
The tram he had to take had just arrived at the station and Orlando hurried and slipped inside the nearest cart right before the doors were closing. There was no free seat so he held onto one of the handholds, smiling at the woman who stood opposite him. She smiled back before she continued to read a book. Most people were constantly nagging about public transport and how the trams were never on time, but Orlando loved the Supertram. He loved the atmosphere there, how you were sharing a look or a smile with strangers before you stood up and got out at your station. It also inspired him, gave him new ideas for characters in stories he would probably write in the future. Orlando's mother had always said that he had a very vivid imagination and he had been very delighted when he learned to write and was finally able to write down all the stories that came to his mind. So now when Orlando took the tram he looked at people and imagined what their life was like, where they were living, if they had family. Often they turned into fictional characters that could be found in some of his short stories, whether he just wrote them for fun or for a course at university.
Even now Orlando was sure that he would not only watch his first football match but also find some interesting, new characters. With a smile he got off the train when it stopped at the station.
~*~*~
By the time they left for the stadium Sean was feeling comfortably dizzy and warm. He hadn't drunk that much but enough to lower his inhibition level. Before they entered the stadium he pulled the hood of his jacket up, hiding his face almost entirely. Once inside he grinned at Pete. This was going to be a great match, he was sure. On the way to the Kop Stand a young man bumped into Sean.
"I'm sorry." The stranger smiled apologizing.
The warmth Sean found in the brown eyes surprised him and left him breathless for a few seconds.
He patted the boy lightly on the back "'s no problem, ladie." before he went on. What Sean didn't know when he headed to the Kop Stand was that this boy was about to change his life. Right now there were other things on his mind anyways. As soon as Pete and he entered the stand there were hands on his back and people screaming greetings at him, trying to drown out the other voices. Sean smiled, thinking of all the people here as a second family.
When Sean stood at his usual place Morgan came up to him. James Morgan was a rather bulky guy with a bald shaven head, always wearing combat boots. He was one of the kind that easily scared you when you were walking down a street and there was no one near but him. Indeed he was no nice companion if you didn't belong to his circle of friends. Luckily enough Sean belonged to that exclusive circle.
"'ello there Bean." Morgan's lips split into a broad grin as he patted Sean's shoulder.
"'lo mate."
Morgan smiled and looked at the field. He stood close enough so Sean could hear him speak in a low voice.
"They'll be waiting for us at the tram station after the game."
Sean nodded briefly his eyes never leaving the field, watching the players do their warm up.
"We'll see who will be waiting for whom." He replied, the corners of his mouth curling into a grin.
~*~*~
It was already dark when Orlando leisurely walked back to the tram station. The game had been rather great, even more so since Sheffield had won, and he had been rather delighted in watching all the people around him. As he walked now to the station he was oblivious to the group of people a good hundred meters behind him, but an ill feeling came to his stomach when he saw another group waiting at the tram station, all of the looking directly at him. Orlando scolded himself for being stupid. What would they want of him anyways? Most likely they were simply waiting for the tram too. So Orlando tried to ignore them and sat down on one of the benches at the station, glancing at his watch. Another ten minutes before the tram would arrive. He started to fidget nervously with his ring when he still felt their gazes lingering upon him. Orlando remembered how his mother had told him about the increasing rates of violence and criminality in the city. Back then he had laughed it off but right now he could hear her voice ringing in his ears again. He had been busy staring at the ground and studying the flecks of light the streetlamps created on the asphalt, when those flecks disappeared all of a sudden. Orlando's head snapped up and he found himself facing the group of men.
"Now look who we have here." A man with short cropped hair stepped forward and grasped Orlando's brown curls, jerking his head up brutally. Orlando's eyes widened. He tried to say something but before a single syllable left his mouth a fist connected with his jaw, making black and red spots dance before his eyes.
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
A/N: Since I have never been to Sheffield I only have the informations the internet gives me, and I have no idea about the accent and slang there. So please ignore it when there are false things to be found in this story. After all it is fiction ;)
Prologue can be found here
Chapter One - You're messing with the enemy
The pub was crowded and the air filled with different voices, melting together to a constant background sound, and the smoke of cigarettes. Sean made his way over to the table in the corner, flopping down in one of the chairs.
"'ey there."
"Bean, it's about time!" Pete grinned, handing his mate a pint of beer.
"What, did you already miss me?" Sean grinned, taking a healthy swig and letting the familiarity of the pub calm him. It always felt like home, so different to his empty and cold flat. Come to think of it, it had always been more of a home to him than the place where he had grown up. His mother had left when Sean was five. She had met a man, way younger than his father and way more beautiful. Where she was now, Sean didn't know. All he could remember was that all of a sudden she was gone, never to return. Letters had arrived but they could never replace her warm laughter, the smell of her hair, or the safety he had always felt when she had hugged him. Sean's father had found himself in an unknown situation, heartbroken and alone with a five year old. He had tried, Sean knew that, but he didn't always succeed. Brian had loved his son in his own way; a way a child often didn't understand. Without warning there were no more warm embraces and after his mamma had left the laughter seemed to be gone from their flat. Sean had learned to take care of himself early because sometimes his father would go to the pub and forget about the little boy waiting at home. Brian wasn't a bad father he just didn't know any better. When Sean had gotten older Brian had taken him along to the pub where he would eat and do his homework in a corner. Sean had always liked the pub. It wasn't like their cold, messy flat. There was life and people were talking and laughing. Until today this hadn't changed and it made Sean feel at home. He needed the chaos and noises around him because he had been alone for too long in his life already.
With a shake of his head Sean chased those thoughts away and looked up again, laughing as one of the guys told a joke.
~*~*~
Orlando hummed happily to himself as he walked down the street. It was a nice, warm day and the sun was shining. He had moved to Sheffield only a few weeks ago, when he had received a scholarship for university, and he was still excited about his new life. A life without his mother watching his every movement and making sure he ate enough. Orlando really loved her, but he was 20 and he wanted to be independent. Now he was living in a small flat near the university, finally all on his own. He also worked in a supermarket for a few hours each week. He needed his salary for the rent and food and wasn't able to buy anything else for himself but he was happy.
Today the brunette was going to see a football match. One of his colleagues at work had gotten sick and given his ticket to Orlando, who wasn't a real football fan but never missed a chance to see and experience something new.
The tram he had to take had just arrived at the station and Orlando hurried and slipped inside the nearest cart right before the doors were closing. There was no free seat so he held onto one of the handholds, smiling at the woman who stood opposite him. She smiled back before she continued to read a book. Most people were constantly nagging about public transport and how the trams were never on time, but Orlando loved the Supertram. He loved the atmosphere there, how you were sharing a look or a smile with strangers before you stood up and got out at your station. It also inspired him, gave him new ideas for characters in stories he would probably write in the future. Orlando's mother had always said that he had a very vivid imagination and he had been very delighted when he learned to write and was finally able to write down all the stories that came to his mind. So now when Orlando took the tram he looked at people and imagined what their life was like, where they were living, if they had family. Often they turned into fictional characters that could be found in some of his short stories, whether he just wrote them for fun or for a course at university.
Even now Orlando was sure that he would not only watch his first football match but also find some interesting, new characters. With a smile he got off the train when it stopped at the station.
~*~*~
By the time they left for the stadium Sean was feeling comfortably dizzy and warm. He hadn't drunk that much but enough to lower his inhibition level. Before they entered the stadium he pulled the hood of his jacket up, hiding his face almost entirely. Once inside he grinned at Pete. This was going to be a great match, he was sure. On the way to the Kop Stand a young man bumped into Sean.
"I'm sorry." The stranger smiled apologizing.
The warmth Sean found in the brown eyes surprised him and left him breathless for a few seconds.
He patted the boy lightly on the back "'s no problem, ladie." before he went on. What Sean didn't know when he headed to the Kop Stand was that this boy was about to change his life. Right now there were other things on his mind anyways. As soon as Pete and he entered the stand there were hands on his back and people screaming greetings at him, trying to drown out the other voices. Sean smiled, thinking of all the people here as a second family.
When Sean stood at his usual place Morgan came up to him. James Morgan was a rather bulky guy with a bald shaven head, always wearing combat boots. He was one of the kind that easily scared you when you were walking down a street and there was no one near but him. Indeed he was no nice companion if you didn't belong to his circle of friends. Luckily enough Sean belonged to that exclusive circle.
"'ello there Bean." Morgan's lips split into a broad grin as he patted Sean's shoulder.
"'lo mate."
Morgan smiled and looked at the field. He stood close enough so Sean could hear him speak in a low voice.
"They'll be waiting for us at the tram station after the game."
Sean nodded briefly his eyes never leaving the field, watching the players do their warm up.
"We'll see who will be waiting for whom." He replied, the corners of his mouth curling into a grin.
~*~*~
It was already dark when Orlando leisurely walked back to the tram station. The game had been rather great, even more so since Sheffield had won, and he had been rather delighted in watching all the people around him. As he walked now to the station he was oblivious to the group of people a good hundred meters behind him, but an ill feeling came to his stomach when he saw another group waiting at the tram station, all of the looking directly at him. Orlando scolded himself for being stupid. What would they want of him anyways? Most likely they were simply waiting for the tram too. So Orlando tried to ignore them and sat down on one of the benches at the station, glancing at his watch. Another ten minutes before the tram would arrive. He started to fidget nervously with his ring when he still felt their gazes lingering upon him. Orlando remembered how his mother had told him about the increasing rates of violence and criminality in the city. Back then he had laughed it off but right now he could hear her voice ringing in his ears again. He had been busy staring at the ground and studying the flecks of light the streetlamps created on the asphalt, when those flecks disappeared all of a sudden. Orlando's head snapped up and he found himself facing the group of men.
"Now look who we have here." A man with short cropped hair stepped forward and grasped Orlando's brown curls, jerking his head up brutally. Orlando's eyes widened. He tried to say something but before a single syllable left his mouth a fist connected with his jaw, making black and red spots dance before his eyes.
TBC