Death Becomes Him (9/?)
Death Becomes Him (AU)
Part 9/?
Pairing: Fernando Torres/Daniel Agger
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction.
Summary (overall): Fernando is Death; Daniel has a death wish, sort of.
Summary (chapter): Fernando feels the blow as it hits Daniel.
Warning: violence, foul language
Fernando feels the blow as it hits Daniel. He feels it as white-hot pain that starts at the base of Daniel’s spine. A heavy boot kicks at the small of his back as he struggles to get up from the first punch. He falls forward to the concrete, a second boot catching him on the chin and sending him flying. He hits the ground hard.
Daniel hears them hooting as he staggers painfully back to his feet. Fernando hears them hooting as he stands to the side, helpless even with his presence.
One of the men grabs Daniel by the collar and punches him in the face. His head snaps back, but then he grabs at the man’s shirt and launches himself forward. He butts his head against the other’s face and earns a grunt, but the two other men fall on him and yank him away, boots taking turns at kicking and stomping. Someone knees him in the stomach and he falls again to the ground, curling into himself in pain.
Fernando wants to… do something. Anything! He wants to stop the men from hurting Daniel; he wants to hurt them.
They grab Daniel by the arms, and one of them - the man Fernando recognized - swings viciously at him, repeatedly.
Fernando wants to tear the man’s eyes out. He wants to rip the man's heart from inside his chest and crush it in his hands. He wants to take the man's soul and burn it down to nothingness.
But, death is not a punishment. What else is there for Death to do then?
“Hey! Hey, motherfuckers!” Daniel’s friend bellows from across the street.
The men finally let go and scramble down the other way. Daniel falls to the ground in a heap, motionless as his friend hurries to his side.
“Shit. Shitshitshitshitshit…” the friend mutters. He lifts Daniel’s head and carefully moves his limbs to a less-painful angle.
“Danny boy, can you hear me? Dan, you better fucking wake up!”
Fernando sees Daniel’s eyes flutter open.
“Thank fucking god!”
Fernando steps closer but stops. Daniel’s eyes flick toward his general direction.
“I’m gonna fucking kill those motherfuckers!”
“Martin,” Daniel croaks out.
“What? Where does it hurt? Are you alright?” Martin rambles.
“Call 911, dammit,” Daniel groans weakly.
“Fuck! Right, I’m on it!”
Fernando moves even closer but stops again. Daniel squeezes his eyes shut in pain, but when he opens them again, they find their way eventually to Fernando.
Their gazes lock onto each other.
“You…” Daniel whispers softly.
“I’m on it!” Martin screeches at him. “Yes!” He turns to the phone in his hand. “This is a fucking emergency! My friend’s been beaten up and, and - ”
Fernando’s eyes never leave Daniel’s, and he notices the way they go wide briefly - in surprise perhaps, or recognition - then soften around the edges, almost as if he isn’t surprised to see him there at all.
“Are you…” Daniel hesitates.
But Fernando doesn’t say anything. He hopes it is not him Daniel’s speaking to, not him he’s seeing.
“Fuck, I think he’s been stabbed too,” Martin gasps to the phone. He looks at his friend in silent panic.
Daniel looks down and touches a hand to his side. Blood is seeping through and around a hole on his shirt. He has blood, too, from various cuts, blood dripping from his broken nose, blood clotting under his skin into bruises, blood on his lip. Fernando tries to focus on that last one instead, but he feels Daniel’s eyes train back on him.
“Did you come for me?” he whispers even more softly, even more weakly.
Fernando can only look at him, his own indecision urging him to flee but rooting him to the spot.
“Don’t talk to anybody you think you’re seeing, man!” Martin hisses nervously as he finishes giving directions over the phone.
It’s going to be okay, Daniel, Fernando wants to say. It’s all he knows to say.
“It’s gonna be okay, alright?” Martin intones then, gripping his friend’s hand.
Fernando remembers, all those years ago, the promise he had made. He wonders if he will have to break it now.
Part 9/?
Pairing: Fernando Torres/Daniel Agger
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction.
Summary (overall): Fernando is Death; Daniel has a death wish, sort of.
Summary (chapter): Fernando feels the blow as it hits Daniel.
Warning: violence, foul language
Fernando feels the blow as it hits Daniel. He feels it as white-hot pain that starts at the base of Daniel’s spine. A heavy boot kicks at the small of his back as he struggles to get up from the first punch. He falls forward to the concrete, a second boot catching him on the chin and sending him flying. He hits the ground hard.
Daniel hears them hooting as he staggers painfully back to his feet. Fernando hears them hooting as he stands to the side, helpless even with his presence.
One of the men grabs Daniel by the collar and punches him in the face. His head snaps back, but then he grabs at the man’s shirt and launches himself forward. He butts his head against the other’s face and earns a grunt, but the two other men fall on him and yank him away, boots taking turns at kicking and stomping. Someone knees him in the stomach and he falls again to the ground, curling into himself in pain.
Fernando wants to… do something. Anything! He wants to stop the men from hurting Daniel; he wants to hurt them.
They grab Daniel by the arms, and one of them - the man Fernando recognized - swings viciously at him, repeatedly.
Fernando wants to tear the man’s eyes out. He wants to rip the man's heart from inside his chest and crush it in his hands. He wants to take the man's soul and burn it down to nothingness.
But, death is not a punishment. What else is there for Death to do then?
“Hey! Hey, motherfuckers!” Daniel’s friend bellows from across the street.
The men finally let go and scramble down the other way. Daniel falls to the ground in a heap, motionless as his friend hurries to his side.
“Shit. Shitshitshitshitshit…” the friend mutters. He lifts Daniel’s head and carefully moves his limbs to a less-painful angle.
“Danny boy, can you hear me? Dan, you better fucking wake up!”
Fernando sees Daniel’s eyes flutter open.
“Thank fucking god!”
Fernando steps closer but stops. Daniel’s eyes flick toward his general direction.
“I’m gonna fucking kill those motherfuckers!”
“Martin,” Daniel croaks out.
“What? Where does it hurt? Are you alright?” Martin rambles.
“Call 911, dammit,” Daniel groans weakly.
“Fuck! Right, I’m on it!”
Fernando moves even closer but stops again. Daniel squeezes his eyes shut in pain, but when he opens them again, they find their way eventually to Fernando.
Their gazes lock onto each other.
“You…” Daniel whispers softly.
“I’m on it!” Martin screeches at him. “Yes!” He turns to the phone in his hand. “This is a fucking emergency! My friend’s been beaten up and, and - ”
Fernando’s eyes never leave Daniel’s, and he notices the way they go wide briefly - in surprise perhaps, or recognition - then soften around the edges, almost as if he isn’t surprised to see him there at all.
“Are you…” Daniel hesitates.
But Fernando doesn’t say anything. He hopes it is not him Daniel’s speaking to, not him he’s seeing.
“Fuck, I think he’s been stabbed too,” Martin gasps to the phone. He looks at his friend in silent panic.
Daniel looks down and touches a hand to his side. Blood is seeping through and around a hole on his shirt. He has blood, too, from various cuts, blood dripping from his broken nose, blood clotting under his skin into bruises, blood on his lip. Fernando tries to focus on that last one instead, but he feels Daniel’s eyes train back on him.
“Did you come for me?” he whispers even more softly, even more weakly.
Fernando can only look at him, his own indecision urging him to flee but rooting him to the spot.
“Don’t talk to anybody you think you’re seeing, man!” Martin hisses nervously as he finishes giving directions over the phone.
It’s going to be okay, Daniel, Fernando wants to say. It’s all he knows to say.
“It’s gonna be okay, alright?” Martin intones then, gripping his friend’s hand.
Fernando remembers, all those years ago, the promise he had made. He wonders if he will have to break it now.