Need Me Not

NOTE : This is a slash story which contains male/male sexual scenes in future chapters. This story contains both Eric/Orlando and Sean/David slash.


TITLE : Need Me Not 2/?

RATING: NC17
PAIRING: Sean Bean / David Wenham. , Orlando Bloom / Eric Bana
SUMMARY: Sean gets to finally spend some time with David, but disastrous events get in the way.
WARNINGS: Angst, Slash, NO DEATH.
TIMELINE: Just after National Treasure finished shooting.
DISCLAIMER: I do not claim this happened. I do not own Sean Bean or David Wenham. I am not making any money from this fic. I do not use Betas. Do not email me or comment regarding spelling mistakes or issues with how I write. I know there are errors. If I was making money from this fic, I’d bother angsting about them. I am naming his wife Kate. I am not sure what the name of his wife is.

Two weeks later.

Sean could not believe this was happening. He stared across his living room floor where Orlando was comforting David’s wife Kate. He thanked god for Orlando. The younger man was often far more controlled than people gave him credit for. Kate smiled at him wanly from that area of the room. They had an understanding. Her marriage to David was for his career, they were very good friends, and they always would be. At first it had been awkward, but in the end they had managed to work together to keep the tabloids away from David’s personal life.

Now.

The headlines were raging across the world with the news.

“Actor David Wenham down in Plane Crash. No body recovered.”

Sean ran his hand through his hair, taking a few deep breaths as he tried to shut out the nightmare.

They had one tiny little bit of hope. All the bodies had been recovered except for David’s. Many had been burned so badly it was hard to tell them apart. DNA being the only way to identify. He’d asked Kate to come to his apartment in new york city and they worked through all the technicalities.

Sean was still in shock, the baby was crying.

“Sean, man. Eat something.” Orlando encouraged him, offering a plate of vegetables. The bigger man shook his head.

If David was alive, he would have called by now. He would have. Sean stared at the phone. All the calls they received now were from reporters wanting to know why Kate Wenham was in New York City at Sean Bean’s apartment.

Vultures.

Orlando had been fending them all off. Everyone. Poor boy probably hadn’t slept much either. He had been the one to get Kate from the airport and that was when they had been spotted.

And the vultures had descended.

Sean closed his eyes and leaned back in the chair, thinking about the last time he’d seen David. His eyes, his skin, his face, every last detail he could remember. The way he felt. “Orlando…” the elder man looked up at his best friend.

Orli put his hand on Sean’s shoulder. “Eat, Sean.”

“I don’t remember how he smelt, Orlando…” Sean whispered faintly. Orlando put his arms around Sean and simply held him while the bigger man cried.

***

Drifting in and out of consciousness was frankly, a pain in the ass. David vaguely remembered who he was, but had no idea where he was, or who these strange monks were that hovered around him from time to time. They didn’t speak English, and he was in too much pain to move.

He could hardly even -think-, let alone move. One of the monks came in to check on him and allowed him to be propped up on a few pillows. He tried to find all of his body parts, at least they were secure. Yes. No limbs missing. It hurt to move, but that was his first concern. The second was the pain in his back, the third was the fact that he was wrapped up in a lot of bandages.

“Don’t suppose you happen to have a cell phone on you, mate?” David asked weakly, he had no way of knowing how long he had been there.

The monk just shrugged and smiled.

So there was another morning of poking and prodding.

Gradually, realization of what had happened was sinking in. A plane crash, and lots of fire. He had a feeling that he was lucky to be alive, but he had no idea where he was or how to get word to people he loved. Sean. Sean would be frantic.

The curtains to his windows were opened revealing a winter wonderland outside. They were high in the mountains. The Himalayas? David fretted, as he strained to look. “Look, mate. I’m Australian, you have to get word to the Australian -embassy-.” he tried to convince the nearest monk to listen to him. Finally, he gave up in frustration.

When he got better, he’d find the first way -out- of here. Wherever here was.

***

Later on that evening, there was a loud banging on Sean’s door, This caused David’s baby to wake up and begin to cry. Orlando got up of the bed and strode to the door, “Look whoever the fuck you are, settle d---” he looked through the keyhole, and swore. “Fuck me.”

Eric Bana burst into the apartment after Orlando opened the locks and backed away. Eric looked him over, taking in the fact he was only in sweatpants, Kate rushed to calm down the baby and Sean was only beginning to wake up. “What the fuck is the meaning of this?” Eric tossed a paper at Orlando.

“Be quiet, you wanker.” Orlando hissed, “You woke the baby.” He stared at the rag magazine and groaned. “Jesus Eric, you picked a hell of a time to play Rambo. I’m just helping him out… fuck, lets take this to the balcony. Sean is sleeping for the first time in days, I don’t want him waking up.”

“So its all about SEAN now, is it?” Eric fumed.

Orlando dragged the older man out onto the balcony and rubbed his forehead, “Eric, have you looked at the news? David is probably dead. How could I leave him like this? I’m not sleeping with Sean.”

Eric ran a scathing gaze over the young man, “You could have fooled me. Where are you sleeping then? The couch? I don’t see any blankets on it.”

“Give me a break.” Orlando growled, “I’ve had enough of your temper, Eric. I don’t sleep around. Why can’t you get that into your skull?”

Eric shoved Orlando against the wall of the building suddenly, causing the young man to yelp. In a second he was pinning him to the stone. Crushing lips descended on Orli’s and the young man moaned from the contact he’d been without for so long. Against his will, his body melted under Eric’s touch. It had always been this way, he couldn’t say no to Eric if he tried. “You so easily accept me, how do I know you aren’t the same with other people?” he said, his breath ghosting over Orli’s kiss swollen lips.

“Eric, don’t do this…” Orlando whimpered, his fingers tangling in the older man’s hair.

“Don’t do what? This?” He felt his lover’s cock against him, hot and hard. In a flash he was turned around, and skilled fingers made short work of his pants. “In a moment or two you’ll be begging me for it.”

Orlando closed his eyes, half miserable, half aroused beyond all belief. Eric -had- shown up finally. Orli had always known that Eric would show up and when the time come, he was not strong enough to resist.

Wet, kisses descended over his shoulders as hot fingers began to prepare him. It was always like this, quick and fast. Their desire for each other was almost toxic. Within minutes, Eric’s fingers had Orlando writhing and ready.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, he screamed against this treatment. This was why he left in the first place. He did not know if he could take this again. Orlando closed his eyes when Eric slid into him, ramming his cock fully into the younger man’s tight willing space. He could do nothing other than wantonly accept the intrusion, his fingers gathering in Eric’s hair, his body bucking backwards with each thrust.

Eric’s own hand closed over his erection, rubbing it in time now with his movements, “Orli baby, come for me.” the bigger man’s voice was soft as silk until finally they both came and he slumped against his younger lover.

Orlando winced as Eric removed himself and reached down to reset his sweatpants. He lifted up his chin to automatically accept a kiss. “Come home with me, Baby.” Eric said softly.

The younger man shook his head, “No.” he pushed his way past Eric and walked back into the living room. “No, Sean needs me. You just want me.” Orlando’s fingers shook at the look in Eric’s eyes.

Sean walked out of the room they were sharing, rubbing his face. “Orli? Where are you? You weren’t in bed…”

Eric’s eyes flashed with anger that made Orlando’s blood run cold. He gave Sean a nasty look and stormed towards the door, glancing over the shoulder he glared at Orlando, “Are. You. Coming?”

“No.” Orlando shook his head, staring down at the floor.

With that, Eric was gone and Orlando sank to the carpet. Worried, Sean moved over to his friend and helped him to his feet. “What happened? You alright?”

“More of the same.” Orlando sighed, leaning against his friend.

“Listen, if you need to go talk to Eric….”
“No, no its beyond that now. He won’t listen to anything I say. You need me more than he does, anyway.”

Sean rubbed his hands over Orlando’s arms. “I was thinking something just before I went to bed. I think maybe I want to see the site where the plane crashed. Sort of… final acceptance.”

Orlando let Sean hold him. It was strange, he never felt anything physical towards his friend and he was sure that Sean had no interest in him. Poor David. “I’ll go with you.”

“No, Orli. I need you to stay here and watch over Kate. I need to do this on my own. I’ll keep in contact.”

Orlando sighed, there was no arguing with Sean when he got an idea into his head. “Okay, Sean. I’ll be here when you get back.”

“I know, Orli. Just, don’t give up on Eric, okay? He’s a bastard sometimes, but I think he really does love you.”

Orlando wished he could believe that Eric loved him the way Sean loved David and let his friend lead him back to bed.

**To Be Continued**