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Deliverance	By : Peach Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 2132 -:- 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: Deliverance
Author: Peach
Email address: iamdraganajanesuperhero@yahoo.co.uk
Category: RP, Slash, AU
Pairing: Orlando Bloom/ Colin Farrell
Date: 15/9/2005
Feedback: If you want to give it, I’ll take it.
Archive: Adult Fan Fiction & Mirrormere. Anywhere else just ask
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don’t know Colin Farrell or Orlando Bloom and if I don’t know them I can’t own them. This is just fiction.
Summary: Orlando Bloom believes that bad news can be good news when no news would have been best.
Warnings: Death, Rape, Vomit, My total lack of a beta reader…
Status: One Shot
Author’s note: This is based on a very short piece of fiction I read my first year of college called The Story of An Hour I loved it the second I started to read it, and by the end of the two pages I knew it was something I would always remember reading. Now, my version of Kate Chopin’s work could never compare, but its meaning is somewhat the same. I hope the feeling is too.
Written for: Bibi
Thanks to: Sarah Renee

Orlando wiped his hands on the dish towel, tossed it on the counter top and ran to see who was ringing his door bell before his headache could get any worse. He scrunched his eyes up, maneuvering his way though the house blindly, his brain trying to find away out of his skull, his closed eyes seemingly the only thing holding it inside. The door bell rang again just as his hand covered the door handle and he snatched the door open so that whoever this guy leaning on the bell was would stop, instead of inadvertently causing his poor brain to rupture and leak out through his ears.

“Can I help you?”

Orlando couldn’t lift his eyes to look at the man in front of him; the sun was directly behind him, shielding his eyes but giving the man an aura of an angel. He figured that this guy, whoever he was, would leave as soon as he told him he wasn’t interested in whatever it was that he was selling. Then, Orlando decided, he would go back inside his dark house, take about a million aspirin and clean up the mess he and Colin made the night before.

“Are you Orlando Bloom?”

Orlando looked up at the voice of another man, a man he didn’t see because the sun totally blocked him from his view. Orlando adjusted his stance and looked into the eyes of the stranger who addressed him, no matter how difficult it was. Things changed when the man said his name. He thought about giving him some smart ass reply like: ‘who wants to know?’ or something but his brain was fizzling in his skull and he needed to get inside and get rid of his head ache.

“Yes, I’m Orlando. How can I help you?”

His voice was small and his hands were shaking but that wasn’t because of the grim expressions that the men at his door wore, or their proper business suits, it was because his world was suddenly spinning and he had to right himself on the door frame before looking up again.

“Look, since you seem to be here on personal business, why don’t you come in? It’s too fucking hot to be standing on the porch talking…”

And with that said he took a few steps backwards into his house, held the door open for the men outside and closed his eyes once again. He was used to the headaches and the nauseous feeling he got the day after fighting with Colin. He was used to the sore feeling, the way he had to shuffle through the morning before the drugs kicked in and he could clean up their mess, but this was too much right now. All he wanted to do was get rid of these people and lay down for a while. Maybe when he got up he’d feel well enough to take care of everything in the house before Colin could see it. He had to be able to- he couldn’t stand take another night like last night so soon.

Once the men were in the entry way Orlando shut the front door from where he was leaning against the wall and looked up at the men before him. Both of them stood with their heads down and their hats in their hands but if you would have asked Orlando what their demeanor was in that moment he wouldn’t have been able to tell you. Orlando was resting his head against the wall, holding his curls off his sweating forehead and breathing in and out slowly, hoping to clam his upset stomach and it was working right up until the first man spoke up again.

“Um, maybe we should take a seat someplace. You look kind of ill right now.”

Orlando didn’t even open his eyes or nod his head, he just lifted his arm and pointed across the hall to their right, where there was a large door way. The men walked ahead to the sitting room he pointed out and Orlando followed but not before thinking he should have just talked to them on the porch. The room was in shambles from the night before and he didn’t have enough energy or brain power to think up excuses to justify the state of the room. Instead he just pushed a pile of his own blood stained clothes to the floor and sat in its place on the sofa, looking at the men to do the same.

The first man looked around and for a brief second he thought about what they had walked into. The drapes on the other side of the room were torn; there were little splatters of what could only be blood on the wall next to his partner’s chair, along with a smeared hand print. A chair was over turned and there were several pillows scattered on the floor. One of the pillows had a bloody face print staining its soft, white surface and either the people who lived here were just that fucked up or something horrible was going on, something more horrible than what they had come to disclose to the resident.

The three sat in silence for a while, two of them taking note of the room and the other occupant, while Orlando rubbed his temples in a rhythmic motion, hoping to reverse the effects of having his head bashed against the floor repeatedly the night before. He adjusted himself on the couch, his face blank but inside he was screaming. He’d become a pro at hiding what he was feeling, both his emotions and his physical pain and this was his best show yet. Last night had been harsh. Not the worse it’s ever been but just the same it was unlike the normal slapping around and rough sex he usually got.

Seeing that Orlando wasn’t going to be speaking up anytime soon, not even to ask why some strange men, who knew his name, were sitting in his house the first man cleared his throat and started speaking, hoping that Mr. Bloom would pay attention. This was something that he would rather not repeat over and over again.

“Mr. Bloom, do you know a Colin Farrell?”

Orlando sat a little straighter and opened his eyes but didn’t otherwise acknowledge that he’d heard the man’s question. The man was about to ask his question again but was cut off by Orlando’s quiet answer of, “Yes, he’s my boyfriend.”

Both men were surprised but didn’t show it, instead the other man picked up the questioning.

“Does Mr. Farrell drive a black, Nineteen Ninety Nine Ford Explorer, with the license plate 09O3NL?”

One of Orlando’s eyebrows rose in question and he nodded his head, which as it turned out, was definitely the wrong way to respond to the question. He was on his feet the next second, one hand covering his mouth as he ran out the door and down the hall towards the bathroom. The men in the sitting room heard the bathroom door hit the tiled wall, then the sound of retching and heaving as the contents of Orlando’s stomach splashed into toilet. They were prepared for something like this to happen, in their field something like this often happened but only after they had divulged the reason for their visit, not before.

The first man stood, attempting to go to Orlando, make sure that he was alright but his partner placed his hand on his arm, silently asking him to sit down. Obviously the man was sick and needed a bit of time to himself. There was no need to go and rush him back into the sitting room where their news would no doubt have him rushing towards the bathroom again.

Orlando’s long limbs were wrapped around the toilet, his head resting on the cool porcelain. His soft brown hair was stuck to his face, almost glued in place by the vomit that didn’t quite make it into the bowl but he just sat there, breathing in his own stink and trying not to be sick again. Anything and everything that could hurt was- it was a steady dull throb beating throughout his body, punctuated by sharp bursts of pain and tiny white spots of light behind his eyelids.

Despite the horrendous headache he still had, his thoughts wouldn’t stop. He longed for his brain to just short out- go black for a while but it held on. His thoughts were frenzied as pictures of the past, and of his possible future bounced around without sign of stopping. He thought about that day six years ago, when on a flight from New York to California he reached over his head to grab his carry on bag and bumped into Colin. He thought about the wild look in his eyes, the look of someone definitely evil, when he turned around to tell Orlando off. He also remembered the lust that over took the evil in the blink of an eye.

After that first meeting they had been inseparable, spending hours in the home of one or the other, Colin doing his best to charm Orlando. And for the most part Colin was a gentleman, holding open doors, paying for meals and keeping is sexual innuendos as well as his hands to himself. Orlando closed his eyes, almost hearing the sweet words that Colin used to whisper in his ear and the touch of his hand on his arm.

That first year Orlando held out on sex, thinking it would make them closer; hoping that with waiting their budding relationship would work. Little did he know at the time Colin was just biding his time until Orlando couldn’t back out- until he was sure Orlando loved him too much to run away. With the coming of their eighteen month as a couple Colin began to show his impatience at that situation, though he held off on doing anything too obscene.

His lover became less gentle and more and more short tempered, snipping at Orlando for littlest things, like making the bed in the morning and tossing his used towels on the bathroom floor. Orlando shrugged it off thinking that Colin was just in a funk and that he would soon turn back into his loving boyfriend. He continued to wait for it to happen and even moved into Colin’s flat in late November, yet as time passed he became worse. Orlando complained about his drinking too much, Colin just drank more, insisting that Orlando didn’t know what he was talking about. Orlando asked Colin to stay in more or at least allow him to come with him but Colin said he had no business out side the house, for him to just get used to it.

Orlando moaned, suddenly remembering that there were men sitting in his living room wanting to talk to him about Colin. He idly wondered if Colin had other lovers he treated as badly and if that’s what they were here to tell him. Or maybe one of their neighbors was pissed off because of his screaming last night. Finally deciding that he had to get this talk over with he pulled himself up off the floor and flushed his vomit, turning away to wash his mouth out in the sink. As he stood and stared at his reflection he thought about how stupid he’d been, falling in love and allowing himself to be treated this way for so long. He let Colin cut him off from all of his friends, dictate his life and never once stood up for himself. Now, all he wanted was his freedom, a freedom that seemed to no longer exist, a freedom that got farther and farther away everyday he stayed with Colin.

Everyday he died a little bit more, everyday that light that his mother said was in his eyes grew dim and still he stayed. Now he didn’t have a choice. He turned off the taps, left the bathroom and went back the way he came, joining the men in the living room. When he sat down they were positive that he looked worse than he did before he was sick but neither of them broached the subject in fear of upsetting him more. Both men were aware of some of what was going on in the Bloom- Farrell household, and neither wanted to embarrass the young man, especially before giving him the news that they had.

“Mr. Bloom, we have some information about your boyfriend.”

The man waited until Orlando’s eyes were trained on him before going on. He hated this part of the job but someone had to do it. He wanted to ask the young man if he had any friends that would be able to come and sit with him, knowing that he would need someone to comfort him after this was all said and done but they had waited long enough already.

“On the way to work this morning Colin took I94, where he encountered a traffic accident. We know that he stopped and was waiting for the traffic to move when a semi truck, which was coming up behind him, slammed into the back of his truck. His vehicle was forced into the one in front of his, pinning him between the two and trapping him inside. At seven forty the fire department cut him out of the car and he was air lifted to Saint Mary’s downtown.”

Both men watched closely as the news of the accident was given waiting for a reaction, any kind of reaction, but they got none. Orlando seemed to be in his own little world and they thought maybe he was in shock. Orlando heard every word and was testing it out in his mind, a faint spark of hope pushing down the pain and anger. He licked his dry lips, cleared his throat and tried to put some feeling in his voice.

“Could you take me to go and see him please? I am sure he is wondering where I’m and I don’t want to leave him lying in a hospital bed all alone. I should be there.”

He hoped that when Colin healed that he would be better. Maybe while he was in the hospital they could work out what ever went wrong and things wouldn’t be so bad when he came home. Orlando was so busy thinking about how much better things could be he missed the look the two other men shared. They were worried about his response. He didn’t ask if Colin was alright or hurt. He didn’t ask about the accident all he wanted to do was see him, worrying about how he would feel if Orlando didn’t go to him.

“Son, I’m sorry to be the one to tell you this but Colin didn’t make it. You see he was hurt pretty bad in the accident and by the time the air unit reached the hospital it was too late. He was pronounced dead on arrival. I am very sorry for your loss. Now, you are the next of kin he had listed so…”

The officer was cut off by a choking sound coming from Orlando, the man’s head between his knees and his body shaking. They figured that this call would be bad when they came in and took a look at the next of kin but this was beyond bad. He was already mentally exhausted and this information looked like it broke him. They let him cry for a while before the first man stood and tried to speak to Orlando.

“Mr. Bloom we can take you to view the body at the hospital, maybe you could even see a grief counselor or a priest.”

Orlando just shook his head, declining the policemen’s offer. He’d go see Colin later, this was too much too fast and he was having a hard time dealing with the situation. He then convinced the officers that he would be fine alone and saw them to the door. After taking a card and promising to call if he needed anything Orlando shut the door and slid down its smooth surface until his ass hit the floor, a blinding smile on his face and his headache gone.

He was free. He was finally free after six years of the hitting and drinking. He didn’t have to live with his lover’s shouts and taunts. He didn’t have to wonder if he’d be able to walk the next day or end up bleeding on their bedroom floor. No more rapes. No more nights like last night. Orlando closed his eyes and thought about the night before, this time pleased that he would never have to worry about something like that happening to him again.

The night before Orlando made dinner, one of Colin’s favorites, and then set the table. He expected Colin to be in around nine, but Colin never did what he said he would anymore so he left the food to warm in the oven while he worked on cleaning the living room. After placing the throw pillows on the couch just like Colin told him he wanted them, Orlando sat down to rest. That morning Colin fucked him hard against the bathroom door before leaving for work and he was still very sore. It wasn’t that he didn’t sometimes like it rough but Colin didn’t take him into consideration at all, in fact he purposely hurt him, making sure Orlando got nothing for his troubles.

What started out as a quick minute rest turned into a two hour nap, a nap that was interrupted by a fist crashing into his face. Orlando didn’t make a sound; Colin hated it when he made any sound what so ever, so he took the punches quietly. He had his eyes closed yet he could feel the heat of Colin’s body as he walked around him, circling him like a big cat would its prey and he cried. He knew that when he was too mad to yell, too mad to put him down, it would only get worse.

He didn’t protest when Colin told him to get undressed but he stumbled over buttons, his shaking hands unable to grasp the tiny buttons and work them through the eyelets. Colin didn’t even wait for him to be finished though, he just dragged him to his feet by his hair, pushed him toward the window seat and then down on his knees once again. Once in place Colin opened the blinds, and Orlando turned his face away from the window, knowing that it wasn’t the sea Colin wanted him to watch.

Colin got off on knowing that Orlando could see as well as feel every little thing he did to hurt him. He wanted to watch his boyfriend as he was taught a lesson at his hands but Orlando didn’t want to see the pleasure that took over Colin’s face at the feel of him being broken. He wouldn’t have ever thought that he would have to suffer like the at the hands of someone who claimed to love him but situations like this were routine. Colin liked these situations.

Orlando’s hands were holding him up, his blunt finger nails digging in to the wood, his lower body jerking backwards as Colin snatched his pants down and nudged his legs apart. Colin kneeled behind him after he got Orlando’s pants around his knees, one of his hands gripping Orlando’s hips, pulling him backwards. His leaking erection slid between Orlando’s ass cheeks, teasing him, hoping to catch him off guard.

The closeness of his lover was utterly arousing. Just the heat of his breath on the back of his neck, the feel of him pressed tightly against his body, one hand caressing his stomach, the other on his hip and the sensation of his hard cock slipping and sliding across his opening caused him to moan. It made him want what ever was going to happen next. It didn’t matter to him what happened as long as it happened soon.

What he didn’t expect was Colin covering his face with a throw pillow. He didn’t expect him to pull his head back until it rested on his shoulder and slam into him. He should have and that above all that happened next that was the worst part. He should have known that Colin wouldn’t have been loving and kind. Orlando held his hands out in front of him and tried not to think about the burn. His whole being was on fire, from his lungs that were being deprived of oxygen, to his knees that were being scraped across the carpet beneath him. Not to mention the pool of fire in his bowels, a fire that scorched all his nerve endings with every thrust.

The suffocation became unbearable and before long Orlando had no choice but to move his hand from the window seat to tear at Colin’s. He tried to move his arm enough to get a breath but no matter how hard Orlando ripped at Colin’s arm he wouldn’t let go. Pieces of skin and flesh collected under Orlando’s nails and it only made Colin push into him harder and faster.

Colin held the pillow tight against Orlando’s face right up until his orgasm washed over him. He made no noise, his body still- drawn tight and his breathing erratic. When he let go of Orlando his body fell forward, his face slamming onto the window seat, the pillow that was still stuck to his face not protecting his nose when it made contact with the wood. Thick red blood gushed out into the pillow, soaking into the fabric and onto the window seat below. Orlando didn’t even attempt to move, just letting his body fall to the side, the pillow falling to the floor next to him. Colin had already moved to the couch, his dinner on the T.V. tray and a lit cigarette in his right hand.

Colin watched the news and ate his dinner while Orlando laid on the ground under the window seat, staring into space. When Colin was finished he told Orlando to get up, take his pants from around his knees and join him on the couch. Orlando responded like a robot, rolling onto his side and bracing his hand on the wall as he got to his feet, a bloody hand print marring the white wall. When he finally shuffled over to where Colin was sitting, ready for round two, he just tossed the pile of clothes in his hand onto the couch and dropped to his knees before him, wondering for the millionth time if this was how his life was supposed to be.

Orlando got to his feet, ignoring the pain from the night before, walked quickly down the hall towards his and Colin’s bed room and started packing. He ripped open the closet and threw clothes onto the bed, pulled open drawers and looked under the bed. He didn’t want to forget anything because as soon as he was done, as soon as he had everything he could go and not look back. He couldn’t get over the fact that he was finally free. He had no intention of going to the hospital and viewing Colin’s body. No matter how much he loved him he never wanted to see him again.

He didn’t have to look into his eyes and be guilt tripped into staying. He didn’t have to try and sneak away in the middle of the night only to be caught and punished. He didn’t have to worry about calling Colin when he wanted to make a trip to the store or asking to call his mother. He didn’t even have to worry about being locked in his room for days at a time. Now he would be able to walk free, with out that never ending pain in his lower body. He’d be able to follow his dreams. He had so many choices he just didn’t know what to do first.

With half of his bags packed and two others started the room became cramped so Orlando grabbed a few bags, dragging them into the hall. He started stacking them next to the front door, the boxes and bags of odds and ends taking up much of the grand hall way until Orlando wasn’t sure he’d be able to make it out the front door. He didn’t have time to think about it for long though, for the door was pushed open just as Orlando bent over to move a box away from the opening.

When Orlando tilted his head at the sound he was met the angry and confused eyes of his lover, a lover he’d been told was killed in a car accident just that morning. Orlando didn’t hear the shouts and the threats; he couldn’t make out the sound of the boxes crashing down around him or the thud of Colin’s boots on the hard wood floor. Orlando didn’t feel his lover’s hands gripping his shirt as he toppled backwards, he didn’t even feel the sharp edge of the box he landed on digging into his back. Orlando didn’t hear or feel anything because Orlando expired the second his brown eyes met his dead lover’s.
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