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23 October 2015 @ 10:22 pm
The One That Saves Me (7/?)  
Title: (Maybe You’re Gonna Be) The One Who Saves Me (7/?)
Author: lunasenzanotte
Pairings and characters: Fernando Torres/Sergio Ramos, Javi Martínez/Fernando Llorente, Javi Martínez/Raúl González, Raúl González/Fernando Torres (past), Esteban Granero, Pedro Rodríguez, Álvaro Morata, Santi Cazorla, Pep Guardiola, Asier Illarramendi, Diego Costa, Vicente Del Bosque, Diego Simeone, Nacho Fernández
Summary: Sequel to Safe and mine. While Fernando and Sergio are trying to forget about Raúl, Raúl has all but forgotten about them.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: non-con, dub-con, violence, mentions of character death

Three days later, Álvaro comes back to work. Raúl looks at the golden ring on his finger and almost snorts. He finds it ridiculous that there are still people who believe in such childish things like love and marriages out of love.

He doesn’t say any of that out loud, though. Instead he stands up and clears his throat. “I know that it doesn’t excuse my actions, but I’d like you to know that I am going through some personal problems and that is why I got drunk that night and I did what I did. My behavior was very inappropriate, it’s inexcusable. However, I’d be very glad if you could accept my apology,” he recites like a poem and offers Álvaro his hand.

Álvaro keeps looking at him for a while before taking Raúl’s hand. “All right,” he says.

Raúl smiles. It’s not like he expected anything else. The job is too lucrative for a young man like Álvaro to lose it over something stupid like this.

“Also, I thought that this could be a part of the apology,” Raúl says and takes a rather thick envelope from the table. “As well as a wedding present, maybe. I can imagine a young couple wants to set up their life, and if we leave the love out, there are certainly things you can buy.”

Álvaro gives him his signature shy smile and takes the envelope. Then he walks over to his table and opens the accounting books like nothing ever happened.

Raúl smiles contentedly. That will shut your pretty mouth.

* * *

Fernando pushes the gate and crosses the yard. The front door is locked as always. This time, though, it’s also latched from the inside and he has to bang on the door. The sound of steps in the hallway tells him that Sergio is creeping to the door.

“It’s me,” Fernando calls and the steps become faster. Sergio unlatches the door and lets him in.

“Hi,” he says nervously.

“Are you all right?” Fernando asks, looking at Sergio and the door.

“Yes,” Sergio says. “I just... I thought I was hearing steps outside the house... I...”

“Fine,” Fernando says and locks and latches the door, acting like it’s a normal thing to do. “Let’s go to the kitchen, I need something warm.”

Sergio still looks nervous, and only calms down when Fernando makes two cups of tea and brings them to the living room.

“I’m sorry for leaving you here alone,” Fernando says.

“It’s fine,” Sergio mumbles. “You need to talk to the lawyer, I understand.”

Fernando takes a breath. “Actually, the lawyer, Mr. Simeone, would like to talk to you.”

Sergio’s eyes widen. “Me?”

Fernando nods and sits down. “He says it could help us.”

Sergio keeps looking at him, lips shivering. “He wants to talk about... Raúl?”

“Yes,” Fernando answers. “He could come here, or we could go to his office, anything you want. And I’d be with you all the time, all right?”

Sergio takes a sharp breath. “I... don’t know if I can... talk about him with... a stranger. I really don’t know...” He pulls his knees to his chest and hides his face.

Fernando wraps his arms around Sergio. “It doesn’t matter,” he whispers. “We don’t have to do it if you don’t want it. Just think about it, all right?”

“I’m sorry,” Sergio whispers. “I’m sorry, I know I always disappoint you, but...”

“No, you don’t. Sergio, please, you don’t. I’m not disappointed. I just said what Simeone offered. If we don’t do it, it’s fine.”

Sergio nods, but Fernando already knows that he didn’t convince him. They don’t speak for the rest of the day.

* * *

“Mr. Pérez is here, sir,” Álvaro says.

“Great,” Raúl nods. “Send him in. And... take the rest of the day off. Maybe your husband will appreciate it.”

“Certainly, sir,” Álvaro smiles in such an enamored way that it makes Raúl sick to the stomach.

When Florentino Pérez walks in and sits opposite to Raúl, Raúl only pushes the file Simeone left at his office, closer to him.

“Well,” Pérez says after he studies it. “I don’t see anything potentially wrong with this.”

“Are you serious?” Raúl growl and leans closer to his lawyer. “He has conditions, the boy who was a nobody before he married me and who is a nobody now that he doesn’t share my bed, wants me to play by his rules? This is ridiculous!”

“He’s not asking for anything impossible,” Pérez shrugs. “As in, he doesn’t want your money, which...”

“Screw money!” Raúl barks and jabs his finger in the paper. “Publicly apologizing? He wants to destroy me, that’s what he wants!”

“Well, but he also makes it clear that if you agree with the divorce, you don’t have to comply to any of those conditions, except this... what is this... not approaching Fuenlabrada? Well, Mr. González, why would you even want to go to such God-forgotten hole?” Pérez chuckles.

“That’s where he lives now,” Raúl mumbles.

“Oh. He was better off as your husband, certainly.”

“Of course he was!” Raúl snaps. “And didn’t appreciate it. Now if I sign this paper, I admit that I’ve harmed him. If I don’t, I have to apologize publicly.”

“He’s a clever guy,” Pérez smirks. “Or his lawyer is. We’ll leave them that.”

“We won’t leave them anything,” Raúl corrects him in a dangerous voice. “Find a way out of this. Or a way around this. It’s what I pay you for.”

“Has it ever crossed your mind, Mr. González, that maybe the boy just needs to be left alone?” Pérez asks.

“The boy...” Raúl says through gritted teeth. “Has to be taught a lesson. Nothing more.”

He grabs his coat and his hat and looks at Pérez, who looks slightly nervous now. “And now if you excuse me,” he says. “I’m really looking forward to going home.”

* * *

Fernando stares at the ceiling. His mind is packed with thoughts and worries. They haven’t heard from Raúl since Simeone gave him the petition. Not that Fernando expected Raúl to sign it immediately and let him go just like that, but Simeone told him that he didn’t refuse to sign it either. He just said that he needed to talk to his lawyer. Which, on one hand, is a good thing, because like that it could be a battle of lawyers and Fernando and Sergio would be mostly left out of it. But as he knows Raúl, he would bet that it won’t be that simple.

“I’ll do it.”

The voice is so quiet that Fernando almost thinks it’s just his imagination. But when he turns around, he meets Sergio’s eyes, wide and scared, but somehow determined.

“I’ll do it,” he repeats. “I’ll talk to the lawyer.”

Fernando touches Sergio’s hand gently. “You don’t have to.”

“But I want to,” Sergio says, louder this time. “I want to at least try. I want... at least once... to wake up to your touch and be absolutely sure that it’s you touching me. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life locked in this house, fearing every step that sounds outside, because... what is the difference between being locked in Raúl’s house or here, when I’m still there in my mind?”

Fernando shuffles closer to Sergio and wraps his arms around him. “I know,” he says. “I know.”

“Tell him... to come here,” Sergio says then. “I think I can’t go out, not yet.”

“Sure,” Fernando smiles and caresses Sergio’s hair. “And I’ll never leave your side, I promise.”

“Fine,” Sergio breathes. “Then I think I can do it.”


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