FIC: Taking Back My Love (6/??)
Title: Taking Back My Love (6/??)
Pairing: Daniel Agger/Martin Skrtel, David Villa, Fernando Torres/ Sergio Ramos (later)
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: nothing is real!
Summary: Martin was in an abusive relationship. This is a AU fic!
Chapter 6
Daniel Agger. A formidable name in the corporate world. Young, successful, and ambitious was how people saw him. He had painstakingly built himself a name, status, and credibility in the social circle of those who held power. He slaved through it all, encircling himself in stability, knowing what he wanted at an early age. There was no time and reason enough for him to love, he neither love himself. All there was for him was to gain more power and status.
To him, the world was just a routine, living day to day to gain more, to have more. He could have had it all, yet, the unexpected happened. He sacrificed his career and status at the age of twenty for a reason he had once believed to be trivial.
Love.
No one would have ever believed it, not even his best friend. He ran away from his dysfunctional family at the age of fifteen. Survived through blood and ignorant individuals who chose to walk the dark alleys at night. This was how he lived, for two years, stealing, living off the streets, killing when he needed to. Until a young man, rich and powerful, was kind enough to have granted him a home. Another chance to prove himself to society, he never failed that expectation, in fact, he surpassed all expectations.
Serigo Ramos. The very man who had saved him from destruction. The only one who had given and allowed him a second chance. He was a stepping stone to Daniel's thundering success. He had financed him through school, provided him with private tutoring and instructors which enabled him to finish his degree two years earlier than the average students. He had introduced him to an influential society, urging him to learn from those who had and held power.
Sergio became the only person Daniel trusted. He was a guide, solace in darkness, and comfort to his lonely heart that he had forgotten to have ever existed. At the age of nineteen, he became restless, avoidant, and harsh to those around him. There was something missing from his too perfect world, something that had eluded him. He began to resent his very existence. He had all that he had wanted. Money, power, and a social status that was the envy of too many. He had all that he could ever want. Yet he was restless and unhappy.
Sergio provided him with what little aid he could provide in his self-destructive phase. He took to drinking, even to drugs which Serigo himself had granted him. Hoping somehow to alleviate some degree of his friend's desperate search for whatever it was that he wanted. When that could not abate Daniel's growing desperation and the slow decay from himself. Sergio provided him with carnal pleasure, giving him full access to whomever it was that he desired. Men, women. Whatever his taste, Sergio gave him. But it was too soon that Daniel grew to dislike this as well. Nothing could quench his thirst. He would grow angry that even in the state of euphoria, he could not completely dismiss his growing, desperate search.
Daniel found at least, a pseudo-peace in carnal pleasure. But only for a moment until that too was not enough to sate him. He did, however, find solace in books, to read about the philosophical world and views, it provided him with ease. At least, it was proof that he was not alone in his search for that particular something that had eluded him. It was in the pages of books that he became quiet and calm. It bothered Sergio that it should be books that could abate his desperate search when neither drugs, nor flesh had been able to do so.
But Sergio was contented, knowing that Daniel found what little peace he could. At least, it was cause enough for Daniel to abandon drugs and his nightly habit of drinking. His love for knowledge was then starting to dwindle, again, he was becoming restless, angry, and too many questions plagued him.
Then, just as he was about to label his cause a failure to find whatever it was he was aimlessly searching for. It was as if the very hand of Fate had decreed it. For him to have suffered so long and then at the very end, when he abandoned to hope, it was given to him. As if it was a prize to his long suffering, a light at the end of the tunnel. He had found it at last.
Martin
The very being that had taught him what it was to love. To finally realize what it was that he had been searching for. Now, he thought himself complete. He had everything, money, power, and happiness. He traded his status for love; he sacrificed what he had painstakingly built for love. Refusing the best offers of the corporate world, and even dislodging himself in the influential society only to spend more time with his love.
Although it angered many people of the corporate world that he should dislodge himself from their social circle, he did not care. He would have willingly laid down his life for Martin.
He was in heaven; he needed nothing as long as he had Martin. As long as Martin looked at him with his devoting eyes. Martin slowly became his world, building himself so deep in Daniel's heart that it was painful. He was patient, although not patient enough for in two months, he had convinced Martin to live with him.
He had lavished Martin with everything that he had asked for and more. Providing him with everything. He even had to change his whole schedule to suit Martin's, making sure that he was in school on time and picked him up on time. Martin had been his everything; he would have killed for his love if it was necessary. Martin was his world.
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"I want to quit." It was said flatly, with finality.
"You want to quit." Sergio nodded his head, an eyebrow raised in amusement. He smirked. "Would you care to tell me why?"
"I'd rather not." He sat casually leaned against his seat in Sergio's office. His dark brown strands glinting under the scrutiny of sunlight that came through the full sized window that made up one wall of Sergio's office.
"Is my best friend keeping secrets from me?"
"No Sergio, I just want to take a break." Daniel sighed. "I'm tired."
"So you don't want to quit." Sergio grinned. "All you want is a break. Fine, have your break, I guess I will have to be the messenger then. Of course I'll be the one canceling your appointments and will have to suffer through all the nonsense I'll get from bitchy rich bastards but that's okay, it is, after all, just a break."
"Permanently."
"Fuck this Daniel!" Sergio stood from his seat and slammed his palm face down on his desk. "I'm fucking sick of your stupid little mood swings! What the hell are you going to do? Just sit home and knit!?"
"I can afford to."
"Fuck you!" Sergio sat back down, trying to even his breathing as he glared at Daniel who sat calmly and with an air of confidence, as if anything he would say would not deter his decision. He hated it, has always hated how determined Daniel was, sometimes, it was his downfall on things.
"What are you going to do, go on vacation?" Sergio scoffed, mocking the prospect of Daniel retiring at twenty-four.
"No, analyze my life."
"Analyze your life." Sergio spat. "Analyze what? That you came from a dysfunctional family, lived on the streets, had me to pick you off the sidewalk and grow you into what you are now? What is there to fucking analyze!?"
"Don't make this any harder Sergio. I want to rest."
"Do you know how many people out there would kill to be you? How much do you get paid? How many powerful people out there count on you to be on their side, they practically kiss your ass! And all you have to do is sit, listen, and make a decision. It doesn't have to be the right decision, but a decision nonetheless. And you're just going to throw this away based on a whim!?"
Daniel stood up, straightened his clothes and stared at Sergio. "Obviously, you're in no mood to listen to me so I'll just go." He made his way to the door.
"You know, you started to act less like yourself ever since that Martin Skrtel showed up." Sergio said slowly.
It stopped Daniel dead in his tracks. "I asked him if he knew Martin and he said that he did. Don't you find that interesting? Maybe they're related. By the way he looked when I mentioned his name, that maggot is probably dead, a good for nothing son of a bitch like Martin would never have amounted to anything. Count yourself lucky that you were rid of him before he was able to infect you with his inadequacy."
Daniel turned slowly, his eyes dark. There was a new intensity in them that Sergio did not recognize, it was... frightening.
"Don't dare speak of him that way." It was a whisper, a warning. Sergio didn't see the danger in his eyes and only scoffed.
"Well at least Martin Skrtel is an improvement from that... Martin. If you want him, then I can arrange it. You just need a fuck toy for the week, I presume, then you'll be back to your old self."
Daniel stared at Sergio for a long time before he opened his mouth. "Martin was my life Sergio. I would have liked it if you approved of him."
"I approve of Martin Skrtel, but never that Martin. Just because that American may have some resemblance to Martin does not mean that you can start pretending that he is Martin. Martin's gone Daniel, why the fuck can't you understand that!?"
"You showed me those pictures three years ago so that I would leave him." calmly, Daniel studied his friends.
"Those pictures of Martin in the arms of another, him flirting, smiling at another. You showed me those things because you wanted me to leave him. I understood that he was young, that he may have wanted to flirt with others but he would always come home to me. I accepted that. He's gone because of those pictures and what you have told me about his little trysts."
Daniel turned on his heel and was out the door. Sergio stared aimlessly at the closed door, not seeing it at all.
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Yes, he would have forgiven Martin for every betrayal he had committed in their relationship. He had, only if he had confessed, but constantly Martin lied. Lied to his face that he was honest and loyal to him alone. But he had proof, there were so many of those proofs that he could not bare the lies, the constant conceit.
Martin had looked innocent as he begged for him to believe him, that he was innocent on his claims, that he was not seeing another. That it was only he, Daniel, whom he loved. But what did a nineteen year old know about love to begin with? He had been the fool, for having fallen too deep into someone that he would have gladly sold his soul for.
Daniel sighed, watching his breath suspend from the cold weather. It was true; it was his own creation, his very hands that had molded Martin into what he is now. Hateful and full of vengeance. He would gladly take him back if only he was willing, but Martin was different now, he was willful and had his own ideas of what he wants in life. He was no longer the obedient innocent that he loved and adored. He was no longer easily influence but strong in his own beliefs and values. This is what frightened Daniel the most.
He regretted ever laying a hand on Martin but he could not tolerate the lies, the betrayal. He had seen Martin flirting, even kissing someone other than himself, and he had the impudence to lie to him. He could not bare the thought of having another man have his Martin, could not bare the thought of Martin giving himself to someone else. And so, he did the unthinkable. He forced himself on Martin, that was when he knew that Martin had not lied to him about giving himself to someone else. He had remained faithful, giving himself to no other. The blood and the pain as he forced himself on his Martin were proof enough of that.
Each and every time he had forced himself on Martin, Martin would cry himself to sleep in his arms as he tried to nurse his abused and bleeding body. He would hold him and tell him that it would never happen again, but it did, he would cry with Martin, but never with tears.
Sergio had provided him with so much evidence that it was hard for him to not accuse Martin of cheating. The pictures, the videos... Martin with another man, but always, the face of the other man was hidden. Obscured, out of focus or just not in the right angle. It was Sergio's excuse that he wanted to protect this other man from Daniel's wrath and so he made the effort of hiding his identity.
What bothered Daniel was the reason why Martin would cheat on him. Martin was loyal and an innocent. He was not a liar, his eyes were always truthful, even when he begged for him to believe that he was not cheating or sleeping with another when so much evidence were stacked against him.
Had Martin been telling the truth all along? Or did he just want to believe that Martin had been telling the truth, because his heart tore open and shattered into pieces all over again just when it was beginning to finally mend when Martin walked back into his life. But no longer the person he knew as his lover but someone who had learned how to hate, someone who was cruel and had learned how to play the game of love and torment.
His Martin had turned cruel.
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