Prompt 1: Greed
Author: blackdracaena
Fandom: RPS Football (Soccer)
Characters/Pairing: Arjen Robben/Cristiano Ronaldo
Prompt: Greed (01.)
Word Count: 700
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not real, never happened, all lies.
Author's Notes: This is UNBETAED so there are most likely spelling mistakes, bad grammar and missing words.
mam·mon
During the Middle Ages, Mammon was commonly personified as the demon of avarice, richness and injustice. Thomas Aquinas metaphorically described the sin of Avarice as "Mammon being carried up from Hell by a wolf, coming to inflame the human heart with Greed".
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
Greed is a sin, Arjen tried to remind himself again. Yet he already knew that he could tell himself that a thousand times and it wouldn’t matter in the end. The moment he saw Cristiano, all the resolutions he had made before would vanish into thin air and he would only want him more.
Cristiano was like a drug, one that upon the very first taste got you addicted. And no matter what you did, you just couldn’t get rid of the addiction. Trying to be abstinent had only made Arjen crave his dark-haired, dark-eyed Portuguese even more.
His desire to have Cristiano again had been so bad that his own behaviour and actions had shocked him to his very core. Their reunion had left Cristiano sore for a week, and Arjen with a conscious of guilt. Cristiano had just laughed at his apologies, tried to reassure him that he was fine, and on top of it, had confessed he liked it rough from time to time, liked being able to still feel what they had done, even though Arjen wasn’t around anymore. Still it worried Arjen to discover a side of him, he didn’t know he possessed.
Sometimes Arjen thought that this addiction he had for Cristiano, was silly, ridiculous really and he swore to himself that he would get a grip on it. But then Cristiano showed up on his doorstep, late at night, flashing him a smile and he was lost again. Lost in those dark eyes that seemed to be black and filled with lust when he eased himself into Cristiano’s body and took what the Portuguese offered so willingly.
And his attempts to resist had only seemed to fuel Cristiano on, who took it as a challenge to persuade Arjen to give into his sin again. It had started with naughty messages Cristiano left as voice mails. Some of them so explicit that Arjen had been blushing like a school boy. At first he had thought Cristiano didn’t really know what he was doing to him with those husky pleas’ of how he wanted Arjen to take him and what he would give him in return. But he had been wrong, so wrong. Cristiano knew exactly what effect his teasing had, and Arjen had fallen straight into his little trap.
He had come home that day, hard as a rock after listening for the umpteenth time to Cristiano’s messages only to discover the Portuguese sprawling naked on his couch, one leg thrown over the backside, exposing himself completely to Arjen’s view. He had stood there mesmerized, as Cristiano had run his hand over his chest before curling his fingers around his cock stroking himself and giving him a challenging look.
And he had succumbed again. His fingers had left bruises on Cristiano’s hips from the sheer force by which he had taken him and Cristiano’s neck had been covered in bite marks. Afterwards guilt had once more washed over him and Cristiano had called him silly for thinking that way. Telling him if he hadn’t wanted it, he hadn’t left him those messages. Still Arjen’s fingers had trembled as he’d brushed them over the bruises and marks he had inflicted on the smooth skin of the Portuguese.
Arjen had tried to make up for what he had done. Had taken Cristiano away, to Venice, for what was supposed to be a sensual weekend, filled with gentleness and void of any harsh lovemaking. Yet, they had ended up in an abandoned alley with Cristiano on his knees and Arjen’s fingers entangled in the Portuguese’s hair while he had thrust into Cristiano’s warm and wet mouth with abandon.
All his efforts to restrain his greedy need for Cristiano turned out to be in vain. He just couldn’t resist the lure of the Portuguese. Cristiano’s lean and muscular body with its tanned, sheer flawless skin and those his full, sensual lips that brought him pleasure so intense like he had never experienced before was too much of a temptation.
And sometimes when Arjen was torn between what he should do and what he shouldn’t, he thought he could hear Mammon laughing as he put his name on the list of those that would be boiled in the finest oil for committing the sin of greed.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
Fandom: RPS Football (Soccer)
Characters/Pairing: Arjen Robben/Cristiano Ronaldo
Prompt: Greed (01.)
Word Count: 700
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not real, never happened, all lies.
Author's Notes: This is UNBETAED so there are most likely spelling mistakes, bad grammar and missing words.
mam·mon
During the Middle Ages, Mammon was commonly personified as the demon of avarice, richness and injustice. Thomas Aquinas metaphorically described the sin of Avarice as "Mammon being carried up from Hell by a wolf, coming to inflame the human heart with Greed".
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
Greed is a sin, Arjen tried to remind himself again. Yet he already knew that he could tell himself that a thousand times and it wouldn’t matter in the end. The moment he saw Cristiano, all the resolutions he had made before would vanish into thin air and he would only want him more.
Cristiano was like a drug, one that upon the very first taste got you addicted. And no matter what you did, you just couldn’t get rid of the addiction. Trying to be abstinent had only made Arjen crave his dark-haired, dark-eyed Portuguese even more.
His desire to have Cristiano again had been so bad that his own behaviour and actions had shocked him to his very core. Their reunion had left Cristiano sore for a week, and Arjen with a conscious of guilt. Cristiano had just laughed at his apologies, tried to reassure him that he was fine, and on top of it, had confessed he liked it rough from time to time, liked being able to still feel what they had done, even though Arjen wasn’t around anymore. Still it worried Arjen to discover a side of him, he didn’t know he possessed.
Sometimes Arjen thought that this addiction he had for Cristiano, was silly, ridiculous really and he swore to himself that he would get a grip on it. But then Cristiano showed up on his doorstep, late at night, flashing him a smile and he was lost again. Lost in those dark eyes that seemed to be black and filled with lust when he eased himself into Cristiano’s body and took what the Portuguese offered so willingly.
And his attempts to resist had only seemed to fuel Cristiano on, who took it as a challenge to persuade Arjen to give into his sin again. It had started with naughty messages Cristiano left as voice mails. Some of them so explicit that Arjen had been blushing like a school boy. At first he had thought Cristiano didn’t really know what he was doing to him with those husky pleas’ of how he wanted Arjen to take him and what he would give him in return. But he had been wrong, so wrong. Cristiano knew exactly what effect his teasing had, and Arjen had fallen straight into his little trap.
He had come home that day, hard as a rock after listening for the umpteenth time to Cristiano’s messages only to discover the Portuguese sprawling naked on his couch, one leg thrown over the backside, exposing himself completely to Arjen’s view. He had stood there mesmerized, as Cristiano had run his hand over his chest before curling his fingers around his cock stroking himself and giving him a challenging look.
And he had succumbed again. His fingers had left bruises on Cristiano’s hips from the sheer force by which he had taken him and Cristiano’s neck had been covered in bite marks. Afterwards guilt had once more washed over him and Cristiano had called him silly for thinking that way. Telling him if he hadn’t wanted it, he hadn’t left him those messages. Still Arjen’s fingers had trembled as he’d brushed them over the bruises and marks he had inflicted on the smooth skin of the Portuguese.
Arjen had tried to make up for what he had done. Had taken Cristiano away, to Venice, for what was supposed to be a sensual weekend, filled with gentleness and void of any harsh lovemaking. Yet, they had ended up in an abandoned alley with Cristiano on his knees and Arjen’s fingers entangled in the Portuguese’s hair while he had thrust into Cristiano’s warm and wet mouth with abandon.
All his efforts to restrain his greedy need for Cristiano turned out to be in vain. He just couldn’t resist the lure of the Portuguese. Cristiano’s lean and muscular body with its tanned, sheer flawless skin and those his full, sensual lips that brought him pleasure so intense like he had never experienced before was too much of a temptation.
And sometimes when Arjen was torn between what he should do and what he shouldn’t, he thought he could hear Mammon laughing as he put his name on the list of those that would be boiled in the finest oil for committing the sin of greed.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~