play!fic: Havoc
Title: Havoc
Beta: pikasafire (who held my hand the whole way)
Pairing: Bruce Greenwood/Eric Bana
Rating: R
Length: 1,577
Disclaimer: I own nothing, and none of this is true.
Warnings: angst, slash, adultery, script form (that should be a warning I think)
Summary: A glimpse into the relationship of two married men, in three short acts.
A/N: This is in response to smutjunkie's prompt over at trek_rpf_kink
It's probably my favorite thing I've ever written. I don't know whether it's the format, or the pairing, but I really love it. It's the first play I've ever written as well, so forgive me if I made any technical errors as far as the format goes.
I LOVED playing with Bruce and Eric. They're so angsty!
Let me know what you all think. I realize not everyone will like it simply because it's in script form, but I'm curious to know how you feel about it, whether you loved it or hated it :)
ACT 1
Scene: A hotel room in Paris, France during the Star Trek press tour. The room is nicely furnished, with one bed, a nightstand, a couple of chairs, and a television set. The room is dark. The only source of light is from either the streetlight or moonlight shining through the curtains. It barely illuminates BRUCE with his back pressed against the door, and ERIC kneeling in front of him. Both are fully clothed, with the apparent exception of Bruce’s unzipped and slightly lowered jeans.
BRUCE: Fuck. Shit, Eric-I’m g-Fuck, I’m gonna- [lets out a strangled shout, grabs Eric roughly by the hair and thrusts his hips one last time, hard]
[ERIC stands slowly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand]
BRUCE: [breathes heavily] You-
[A knock on the door]
CHRIS: Bruce?
BRUCE: [sighs and zips his jeans] Yeah?
CHRIS: You coming down?
BRUCE: Yeah, Chris. I’ll be right there.
CHRIS: ‘Kay. Hey, have you seen Bana? He didn’t answer when I knocked on his door.
BRUCE: Nope, haven’t seen him.
[ERIC snorts quietly, smiling at Bruce]
CHRIS: Hm. He probably already left with Karl.
BRUCE: Yeah, probably. I’ll see you downstairs, Chris.
CHRIS: [voice retreats] Alright, man.
[pause]
ERIC: Why does everyone think the Kiwi and I are always together?
BRUCE: [shrugs] Dunno. Maybe because you are.
ERIC: Are we?
BRUCE: [smiles] Usually, yeah.
ERIC: Hmm. [pause] You jealous, Greenwood?
BRUCE: Nah. [steps up close to Eric] Even if I was, you made up for it just now.
[BRUCE grabs Eric by the neck and crushes their mouths together. The kiss is heated and rough. ERIC moans. BRUCE pulls away abruptly]
BRUCE: Come on, Bana. Let’s go. I’m hungry.
ERIC: [growls] Prick.
[BRUCE laughs loudly as they both exit the room]
ACT 2
Scene One
A restaurant. BRUCE and ERIC are seated at a table on the outdoor patio. The restaurant is busy; waiters are constantly back and forth, patrons are talking animatedly around them, and people are walking by on the sidewalk next to the fenced off patio. ERIC and BRUCE sit in silence; BRUCE eats, while ERIC moves his food around absentmindedly on his plate. ERIC looks uncomfortable and keeps gazing curiously at Bruce, like he has something to say but doesn’t know how to say it.
After a few minutes, ERIC finally speaks.]
ERIC: So [clears throat] What exactly are we doing, here.
BRUCE: [looking down at plate] Eating.
ERIC: I'm serious, Bruce.
[BRUCE looks up from his plate and stares at Eric. ERIC looks back expectantly.]
BRUCE: What are we doing? [picks up water glass] God. Cliché, much?
[BRUCE laughs and takes a drink. ERIC sets his fork down forcefully and it clatters loudly against the plate. A few of the people from the surrounding tables look over. ERIC mouths an apology to them then continues talking quietly to Bruce]
ERIC: I-we’ve been doing this for two months now. Two months past the tour, Bruce.
BRUCE: I know.
ERIC: Two months past when we said we-
BRUCE: [harshly] I know, alright?
[curiously] But, are you complaining? I mean, you did get permission, and I-
ERIC: No, I'm not complaining. I'm just...worried, is all.
BRUCE: About what?
[ERIC looks at Bruce sternly]
BRUCE: Me. You're worried about me.
ERIC: I'm worried about me...And yeah, you...And [pause] "Permission" isn't exactly the word I'd use to explain my being here.
BRUCE: [shocked] What?
ERIC: ...Yeah. [takes a drink]
BRUCE: Shit.
Scene 2
Later that night in Bruce's kitchen. ERIC leans against the sink, BRUCE leans against the stove across from Eric; each is holding a bottle of beer. Bruce's family appears to be out for the evening. The two are alone.
BRUCE: So, when you told me you had express permission from your wife...that was a lie?
ERIC: Yeah.
BRUCE: She doesn't know what's been going on?
ERIC: No.
BRUCE: Well, what the fuck are you telling her!
ERIC: Nothing. I just...make up stories. Tell her I'm working late, or out of town, or something. [takes a drink]
BRUCE: Oh great. So now I'm the slutty secretary.
ERIC: No! I just...Bruce, I didn't think this was going to last this long so I didn't exactly plan ahead, alright? I'm winging it here!
BRUCE: Eric, I never would have allowed you to do this if I'd known.
ERIC: I know. That's why I didn't tell you.
BRUCE: [frustrated] Well, I wish you had.
ERIC: Why? So then you could have said “no”? So you could have just pushed me away and felt like a fucking saint? I'm a big boy, Bruce. I can make my own decisions.
BRUCE: Yeah, well that was a shit decision to make, Eric, I hope you know that.
ERIC: I'm here because I want to be. Not because you forced me. So you don't need to feel guilty.
[ERIC smirks, and slowly steps towards Bruce. ERIC leans in for a kiss. BRUCE leans away quickly]
BRUCE: [angry] Sort your fucking priorities, Eric. This wasn't supposed to be some…cheap affair. We're not in a goddamn movie.
[BRUCE pushes Eric away and stalks off quickly towards his bedroom. He stops in the doorway]
You should leave.
[BRUCE walks into his bedroom and slams the door shut.
ERIC stares at the closed door. His jaw is clenched, he's breathing heavily; he looks angry. After a second or two of silence ERIC suddenly throws his beer bottle into the sink. He doesn’t take the time to watch it shatter; he storms out of the house]
Scene 3
A week later. BRUCE walks up the porch steps, to the front door of Eric’s house. BRUCE pauses for a moment and then knocks. ERIC opens the door and looks slightly taken aback by Bruce’s presence.
ERIC: Hey.
BRUCE: Hey, can we talk?
ERIC: Yeah-Yeah, of course.
[ERIC steps out onto the porch, leaving the front door opened behind him]
BRUCE: [nods to the open doorway behind Eric] Could we go inside?
ERIC: No, I don’t think so.
BRUCE: [confused] Why not?
ERIC: Because…Just- [exasperated] What did you need to talk about?
BRUCE: I wanted to apologize.
ERIC: For what? You didn’t do anything, it was my fault, I-
BRUCE: Eric, look, it wasn’t your fault…Okay, it wasn’t completely your fault…whatever. I shouldn’t have gotten so upset. Can we just…I don’t know…start over?
ERIC: Bruce, why don’t we just stop while it’s easy to get out?
[bitter] …Before I completely fuck over my marriage.
BRUCE: Because…
ERIC: Because?
BRUCE: [frustrated] Because, Eric, I…dammit, I need you!
ERIC: You need me? [laughs softly] Now who’s cliché.
BRUCE: I know, right?
[BRUCE and ERIC laugh, then a few moments of silence passes while the two men nervously avert their gazes from one another. Finally, BRUCE makes eye contact.]
Eric, please.
ERIC: Bruce, I-
BRUCE: Please.
[BRUCE steps towards Eric and slowly moves in for a kiss. ERIC tenses but then leans in to the kiss]
ERIC: [mumbles against Bruce’s mouth] Bastard.
[BRUCE chuckles, gently pushes Eric backwards into the house, and shuts the door behind him]
ACT 3
Scene: One month later-exact location unknown: a rural street, late at night. BRUCE and ERIC stand in a puddle of eerie orange light cast by the streetlight above their heads. Around them, everything is covered in an inky blackness. They talk in hushed but urgent tones.
ERIC: Bruce, I can’t do this anymore.
BRUCE: What do you mean?
ERIC: [frustrated] This…all of it…I can’t do it anymore. We’ve got to stop.
BRUCE: What if I don’t want to?
ERIC: Well, that’s not my problem. I don’t want it.
BRUCE: [leans slightly towards Eric] You don’t want it?
ERIC: [shakes his head] No-not anymore.
BRUCE: But you did want it…at one time.
ERIC: [angry] Yes! Of course I did. You know that! Jesus, Bruce!
BRUCE: [smirks] Calm down Eric, it was just a question.
ERIC: [whispers harshly] For Christ’s sake, wipe that fucking smile off your face.
BRUCE: [laughs] I’m sorry. Look-Wait. WAIT!
[ERIC starts to walk away, BRUCE reaches out and grabs hold of Eric’s arm]
ERIC: [shouts and wrenches arm free] Don’t fucking touch me!
BRUCE: [looks around quickly and whispers] Eric, fuck, keep your voice down!
[incredulously] Jesus! Look, I can’t just let you walk away! Not without...I don't know...an explanation, or something!
ERIC: Bruce, I-there doesn’t need to be any reason other than “I don’t want it.” It’s as simple as that. We had our fun, now it’s time to stop.
BRUCE: So, what then…you’re just gonna throw it away? Pretend like it never happened? Because I think it might be a little late for that, Eric.
ERIC: I’m just saying we’re grown men, and we can’t keep going like this…You know I’m right.
[BRUCE makes a derisive sound at Eric’s comment, but doesn’t say anything]
ERIC: [shrugs] But, you’re right. I can’t pretend like it never happened…I’ll always remember.
BRUCE: [pulls a pack of cigarettes and a lighter out of his pocket and lights one] Don’t get all fucking sappy on me, Bana.
[ERIC sighs and stares at Bruce; BRUCE stares at the ground and takes a drag of his cigarette. ERIC seems to deflate, like he’s giving up, or giving in]
ERIC: Goodbye, Bruce.
[BRUCE looks up and stares blankly at Eric. ERIC smiles sadly and then turns and walks away. BRUCE is left alone, cigarette in hand, still staring blankly in Eric’s direction.]
CURTAIN
Beta: pikasafire (who held my hand the whole way)
Pairing: Bruce Greenwood/Eric Bana
Rating: R
Length: 1,577
Disclaimer: I own nothing, and none of this is true.
Warnings: angst, slash, adultery, script form (that should be a warning I think)
Summary: A glimpse into the relationship of two married men, in three short acts.
A/N: This is in response to smutjunkie's prompt over at trek_rpf_kink
It's probably my favorite thing I've ever written. I don't know whether it's the format, or the pairing, but I really love it. It's the first play I've ever written as well, so forgive me if I made any technical errors as far as the format goes.
I LOVED playing with Bruce and Eric. They're so angsty!
Let me know what you all think. I realize not everyone will like it simply because it's in script form, but I'm curious to know how you feel about it, whether you loved it or hated it :)
ACT 1
Scene: A hotel room in Paris, France during the Star Trek press tour. The room is nicely furnished, with one bed, a nightstand, a couple of chairs, and a television set. The room is dark. The only source of light is from either the streetlight or moonlight shining through the curtains. It barely illuminates BRUCE with his back pressed against the door, and ERIC kneeling in front of him. Both are fully clothed, with the apparent exception of Bruce’s unzipped and slightly lowered jeans.
BRUCE: Fuck. Shit, Eric-I’m g-Fuck, I’m gonna- [lets out a strangled shout, grabs Eric roughly by the hair and thrusts his hips one last time, hard]
[ERIC stands slowly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand]
BRUCE: [breathes heavily] You-
[A knock on the door]
CHRIS: Bruce?
BRUCE: [sighs and zips his jeans] Yeah?
CHRIS: You coming down?
BRUCE: Yeah, Chris. I’ll be right there.
CHRIS: ‘Kay. Hey, have you seen Bana? He didn’t answer when I knocked on his door.
BRUCE: Nope, haven’t seen him.
[ERIC snorts quietly, smiling at Bruce]
CHRIS: Hm. He probably already left with Karl.
BRUCE: Yeah, probably. I’ll see you downstairs, Chris.
CHRIS: [voice retreats] Alright, man.
[pause]
ERIC: Why does everyone think the Kiwi and I are always together?
BRUCE: [shrugs] Dunno. Maybe because you are.
ERIC: Are we?
BRUCE: [smiles] Usually, yeah.
ERIC: Hmm. [pause] You jealous, Greenwood?
BRUCE: Nah. [steps up close to Eric] Even if I was, you made up for it just now.
[BRUCE grabs Eric by the neck and crushes their mouths together. The kiss is heated and rough. ERIC moans. BRUCE pulls away abruptly]
BRUCE: Come on, Bana. Let’s go. I’m hungry.
ERIC: [growls] Prick.
[BRUCE laughs loudly as they both exit the room]
ACT 2
Scene One
A restaurant. BRUCE and ERIC are seated at a table on the outdoor patio. The restaurant is busy; waiters are constantly back and forth, patrons are talking animatedly around them, and people are walking by on the sidewalk next to the fenced off patio. ERIC and BRUCE sit in silence; BRUCE eats, while ERIC moves his food around absentmindedly on his plate. ERIC looks uncomfortable and keeps gazing curiously at Bruce, like he has something to say but doesn’t know how to say it.
After a few minutes, ERIC finally speaks.]
ERIC: So [clears throat] What exactly are we doing, here.
BRUCE: [looking down at plate] Eating.
ERIC: I'm serious, Bruce.
[BRUCE looks up from his plate and stares at Eric. ERIC looks back expectantly.]
BRUCE: What are we doing? [picks up water glass] God. Cliché, much?
[BRUCE laughs and takes a drink. ERIC sets his fork down forcefully and it clatters loudly against the plate. A few of the people from the surrounding tables look over. ERIC mouths an apology to them then continues talking quietly to Bruce]
ERIC: I-we’ve been doing this for two months now. Two months past the tour, Bruce.
BRUCE: I know.
ERIC: Two months past when we said we-
BRUCE: [harshly] I know, alright?
[curiously] But, are you complaining? I mean, you did get permission, and I-
ERIC: No, I'm not complaining. I'm just...worried, is all.
BRUCE: About what?
[ERIC looks at Bruce sternly]
BRUCE: Me. You're worried about me.
ERIC: I'm worried about me...And yeah, you...And [pause] "Permission" isn't exactly the word I'd use to explain my being here.
BRUCE: [shocked] What?
ERIC: ...Yeah. [takes a drink]
BRUCE: Shit.
Scene 2
Later that night in Bruce's kitchen. ERIC leans against the sink, BRUCE leans against the stove across from Eric; each is holding a bottle of beer. Bruce's family appears to be out for the evening. The two are alone.
BRUCE: So, when you told me you had express permission from your wife...that was a lie?
ERIC: Yeah.
BRUCE: She doesn't know what's been going on?
ERIC: No.
BRUCE: Well, what the fuck are you telling her!
ERIC: Nothing. I just...make up stories. Tell her I'm working late, or out of town, or something. [takes a drink]
BRUCE: Oh great. So now I'm the slutty secretary.
ERIC: No! I just...Bruce, I didn't think this was going to last this long so I didn't exactly plan ahead, alright? I'm winging it here!
BRUCE: Eric, I never would have allowed you to do this if I'd known.
ERIC: I know. That's why I didn't tell you.
BRUCE: [frustrated] Well, I wish you had.
ERIC: Why? So then you could have said “no”? So you could have just pushed me away and felt like a fucking saint? I'm a big boy, Bruce. I can make my own decisions.
BRUCE: Yeah, well that was a shit decision to make, Eric, I hope you know that.
ERIC: I'm here because I want to be. Not because you forced me. So you don't need to feel guilty.
[ERIC smirks, and slowly steps towards Bruce. ERIC leans in for a kiss. BRUCE leans away quickly]
BRUCE: [angry] Sort your fucking priorities, Eric. This wasn't supposed to be some…cheap affair. We're not in a goddamn movie.
[BRUCE pushes Eric away and stalks off quickly towards his bedroom. He stops in the doorway]
You should leave.
[BRUCE walks into his bedroom and slams the door shut.
ERIC stares at the closed door. His jaw is clenched, he's breathing heavily; he looks angry. After a second or two of silence ERIC suddenly throws his beer bottle into the sink. He doesn’t take the time to watch it shatter; he storms out of the house]
Scene 3
A week later. BRUCE walks up the porch steps, to the front door of Eric’s house. BRUCE pauses for a moment and then knocks. ERIC opens the door and looks slightly taken aback by Bruce’s presence.
ERIC: Hey.
BRUCE: Hey, can we talk?
ERIC: Yeah-Yeah, of course.
[ERIC steps out onto the porch, leaving the front door opened behind him]
BRUCE: [nods to the open doorway behind Eric] Could we go inside?
ERIC: No, I don’t think so.
BRUCE: [confused] Why not?
ERIC: Because…Just- [exasperated] What did you need to talk about?
BRUCE: I wanted to apologize.
ERIC: For what? You didn’t do anything, it was my fault, I-
BRUCE: Eric, look, it wasn’t your fault…Okay, it wasn’t completely your fault…whatever. I shouldn’t have gotten so upset. Can we just…I don’t know…start over?
ERIC: Bruce, why don’t we just stop while it’s easy to get out?
[bitter] …Before I completely fuck over my marriage.
BRUCE: Because…
ERIC: Because?
BRUCE: [frustrated] Because, Eric, I…dammit, I need you!
ERIC: You need me? [laughs softly] Now who’s cliché.
BRUCE: I know, right?
[BRUCE and ERIC laugh, then a few moments of silence passes while the two men nervously avert their gazes from one another. Finally, BRUCE makes eye contact.]
Eric, please.
ERIC: Bruce, I-
BRUCE: Please.
[BRUCE steps towards Eric and slowly moves in for a kiss. ERIC tenses but then leans in to the kiss]
ERIC: [mumbles against Bruce’s mouth] Bastard.
[BRUCE chuckles, gently pushes Eric backwards into the house, and shuts the door behind him]
ACT 3
Scene: One month later-exact location unknown: a rural street, late at night. BRUCE and ERIC stand in a puddle of eerie orange light cast by the streetlight above their heads. Around them, everything is covered in an inky blackness. They talk in hushed but urgent tones.
ERIC: Bruce, I can’t do this anymore.
BRUCE: What do you mean?
ERIC: [frustrated] This…all of it…I can’t do it anymore. We’ve got to stop.
BRUCE: What if I don’t want to?
ERIC: Well, that’s not my problem. I don’t want it.
BRUCE: [leans slightly towards Eric] You don’t want it?
ERIC: [shakes his head] No-not anymore.
BRUCE: But you did want it…at one time.
ERIC: [angry] Yes! Of course I did. You know that! Jesus, Bruce!
BRUCE: [smirks] Calm down Eric, it was just a question.
ERIC: [whispers harshly] For Christ’s sake, wipe that fucking smile off your face.
BRUCE: [laughs] I’m sorry. Look-Wait. WAIT!
[ERIC starts to walk away, BRUCE reaches out and grabs hold of Eric’s arm]
ERIC: [shouts and wrenches arm free] Don’t fucking touch me!
BRUCE: [looks around quickly and whispers] Eric, fuck, keep your voice down!
[incredulously] Jesus! Look, I can’t just let you walk away! Not without...I don't know...an explanation, or something!
ERIC: Bruce, I-there doesn’t need to be any reason other than “I don’t want it.” It’s as simple as that. We had our fun, now it’s time to stop.
BRUCE: So, what then…you’re just gonna throw it away? Pretend like it never happened? Because I think it might be a little late for that, Eric.
ERIC: I’m just saying we’re grown men, and we can’t keep going like this…You know I’m right.
[BRUCE makes a derisive sound at Eric’s comment, but doesn’t say anything]
ERIC: [shrugs] But, you’re right. I can’t pretend like it never happened…I’ll always remember.
BRUCE: [pulls a pack of cigarettes and a lighter out of his pocket and lights one] Don’t get all fucking sappy on me, Bana.
[ERIC sighs and stares at Bruce; BRUCE stares at the ground and takes a drag of his cigarette. ERIC seems to deflate, like he’s giving up, or giving in]
ERIC: Goodbye, Bruce.
[BRUCE looks up and stares blankly at Eric. ERIC smiles sadly and then turns and walks away. BRUCE is left alone, cigarette in hand, still staring blankly in Eric’s direction.]
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