Sticks and Stones - FIVE / ?
Author: kitty69lover
Rating: NC-17, violence, non-con, rape, perhaps kink and allusions to incest.
Category: Drama
Characters: International cast of characters. To be revealed as the story progresses. For Chapter Five: Xavi Hernandez, Cesc Fabregas, Gerard Pique, Thomas Muller, Theo Walcott, Sergio Canales, Davide Santon, mentions of: Frank Lampard/John Terry, Zlatan Ibrahimovic, Bastian Schwinstiger, Gennaro Gattuso, Didier Drogba, Mark Van Bommel, Guti, Pep Guardiola, Jose Mourinho, Yoann Gourcuff
Length: long story
Summary: 6 boys ages 18 - 23 with behavior issues are sent by their exasperated parents to a Reeducation Camp set on a Pacific island, unbeknown to them that the methods of reeducation consist of beatings, slave work, sexual corrections, all set in a general climate of military-type discipline administered by a materialist manager and his staff.
Disclaimer: all in my head, just my imagination. Not true.
Authors Notes: 1. this fic is largely inspired [at least the start] by a movie whose intro I saw one late night, and whose name escapes me now, as well as by the movie Holes, starring the young at the time and not so frightening Shia LeBoeuf.
2. this fic will have a ton of characters. Some main, some supporting, some minor. And as it stands, it'll only have 2 standard OTPs, one of which i've never written. Don't stone me for any inaccuracies.
3. I plan to slash everyone with everyone, as much as my own taste allows. So once all the characters are revealed - and it'll be properly marked - you can request various parings :-)) it's up to me what I do with them though ;-)))
One | Two | Three | Four
Five
09:57 PM
Xavi parted from Cesc with a frown. They were getting closer and he wished they could share the same dorm. Alas, the guards separated them and he had to go inside what was labeled Dorm 1.
“So you're the sex pest.” a voice welcomed him in.
Xavi looked at the lower bunk where a chocolate skinned boy with inquisitive brown eyes was staring at him.
“I beg your pardon?” Xavi didn't know how to react. He reached the middle of the room and a blond boy perched on the upper bunk jumped at him.
“You're the one with the sex addiction, right?” he asked.
“Yes. That's me.” he asked, slightly annoyed.
“I'm Sergio, Sergio Canales. This is Theo Walcott.” He made the introductions.
“I'm Xavi. Hernandez. Nice to meet you, I guess.” Xavi shrugged.
He hated these labels. He was not that out of control. If he would tolerate that Mourinho guy calling him names, he didn't have to with these kids. There was silence, during which Theo and Sergio looked at him intently.
“Didi hit you, right?” Sergio asked, touching Xavi's bruised cheek.
“Yeah.” Xavi felt uncomfortable.
“Didi is like that. He isn't a violent man, not like Pig, or Red or Frank, but he is a prude. He hates the idea of sex. I was lucky to have been scouted by Mark and claimed immediately, otherwise Didi woud've beat me too.” Sergio went on to explain.
“What do you mean, what did you do, what are you here for?” Xavi asked in rapid fire.
“I was a rent boy.” Sergio smiled innocently, fluttering his eyelashes.
Xavi shuddered. The term made him uncomfortable and reminded him of his protegee, of Albert. He looked at the green eyed blond through half closed eyes. He wanted to know more, but he was weary to ask.
“Why were you a rent boy?” he asked the first question.
“Because he loves the cock!” Theo quipped from his bunk.
Sergio lunged at him and smacked him over the head, making Xavi laugh.
“It's not entirely true. My parents didn't like having a gay son. So they told me to take off. I was too young to get a proper job, so I did what I did best. Seems my stupid parents didn't like that either, cause one day, just as I was with my favourite client, that paid me most and bought me stuff and had asked me to move in with him.....well, Mark and Pig strolled in and brought me here.”
“Oh I see. How long have you been here for?” Xavi looked at the young boy.
“Two years already.”
“Wow. How old are you?”
“I'm 18 now. Yes I know. I know.” Sergio shook his head. “It's not so bad here, at least for me. Sure, the mining is terrible, but I was lucky to have been claimed by the nicest man ever.”
“Claimed?” Xavi had to ask.
“Well, you can imagine what happens to us boys on this island.” Theo made a dick sucking gesture. And unless you're claimed by an official, you're on the market forever and anyone of the officials and guards can have his way with you. Sergio here has been claimed by Guti. Lucky bastard.” Theo grunted.
“Guti is awesome. He's the best.” Sergio chirped happily.
“Who claimed you?” Xavi asked Theo.
“No-one. I'm not pretty enough.” Theo wailed. “And I’m a little dangerous too.”
“What do you mean?”
“I'm an arsonist. Ahah. I set the orphanage on fire. Well, no-one was there, everyone was on a field trip they didn't take me to, so because they were getting to see so many pretty things, I thought it was my right to see some too. So I set it on fire. It was so beautiful...”
“Why didn't they take you on the field trip?”
“I was grounded for setting the garbage bins on fire.” Theo snickered.
“Oh. So wait, you're an orphan?” Xavi inquired.
“Yeah. I'm the only inmate that's here by court order. The stupid judge really thought this was a proper reeducation camp.” he sighed bitterly.
“And it's not?”
“You'll see. It's hell on earth, especially if Terry or Frank claim you!”
~*~
10:37 PM
When Gerard returned from dinner, he finally got the chance to meet his new roommates. And to talk. Dinner had been gloomy and quick, as it was already late, the cook was in a bad mood and his 2 travel buddies were as silent as fish.
“Hey everyone, I'm Gerard.” he said, as cheerfully as he could.
The short brunette eyed him in an unspeakable way from the lower bunk of the bed Gerard was going to use as well.
“Did you really rape your brother?” one of the other boys wondered. Cesc told us that's what you did.”
Gerard looked at the 3, two dirty blond haired boys, both tall and lanky, sitting on the upper bunk with their legs dangling out and the brunette that he had seen at the introduction, that must've been Cesc. The name alone made Gerard homesick.
“No. like I said, it was consensual.” he defended himself in a small voice.
“It's OK, Thomas did something similar.” the other blond elbowed the said Thomas in the ribs, cackling.
He jumped out of bed with ease and extended a hand.
“I'm Davide Santon. Everyone calls me Santon or Davi, cause there's another David. Don't feel too guilty, I’m sure you had your reasons.”
That didn't really make Gerard feel any better, but he shook Davide's hand and then looked at the other two boys, that seemed completely unfriendly.
“So, what did Thomas do.” he asked, seeing Davide had gone silent.
“Don't tell him! It's not his business.” Thomas growled low.
“He's gonna be our roomie. I don't see why you're so ashamed with what happened, anyway...”
Thomas made a fuck it gesture, dropped on his back and covered himself with the blanket, suggesting he was out of it.
“Thomas is not this unfriendly, he's just not used to new people. The story is simple. As an only child of a rich family, and motherless since an early age, Thomas was spoiled rotten. And when his daddy brought home a new young wife, Thomas felt his privileged position was shifting. So....come on Tom, please tell the story! I'm sick of telling it.”
“No.” Came muffled from the bed.
“Please?” Cesc suddenly quipped from his lower bunk, interested as well.
Thomas sat up, a murderous looking on his face.
“All right. So, I devised a plan. I was barely 16 and stepmother was 28. I imagined that if I seduced her and showed father conclusive proof that she had corrupted me....she would be gone in a flash. So I proceeded. It wasn't easy, but not too hard either. She was beautiful. After we've started our secret affair, I arranged that father caught us in the act and when he did so, I played my 'abused' part as convincingly as I could.”
Thomas stopped. Remembering what a foolish boy he had been made his blood boil.
“Since I’m here, it's obvious that if backfired. It was my word against hers and apparently father knew all along that I'm a bad apple, so he shipped me here. And I've been here for almost 5 years.”
“Christ!” came from Cesc, who had been given the shortest sentence and could not grasp how it was to spend so long away from home.
“Yes. I know.” he shook his head.
Then Thomas pretended to go back to sleep, forcing himself to not look at any of the new boys, shooting glares at Davide instead.
“That was...instructive.” Gerard sighed.
He clambered up in his bed, dragging his long legs over the edge and laying down.
“Davi, what are you here for?” Cesc asked.
“I was the absolute epitome of spoiled rich brat. Didn't go to school, partied all night long, booze galore, women, girls, oh my....” his voice grew nostalgic for a second. “I had health issues too and one night, I wanted to impress some chick, or some chicks, and I took out Daddy's yacht. We were all so drunk, and we sailed into the pier. Yup. We smashed that boat, it was a miracle we managed to get off it in the state we were in. I was sent here. They said they could deal with my eating disorder too. What can I say, I have been getting plenty of protein since I came...”
Neither Gerard nor Cesc said anything. Davide shrugged and returned to his bunk.
“Look, I’m not proud of what I did, and I bet none of you is either. But it happened and we can only try to make the best of what we have here. Thomas's not always this grumpy. And most of the others are pretty decent lads. We have to manage. Really.”
It was then that Thomas jumped from out of the covers and out of the bed, put on his shoes and leaped towards the door.
“See you guys!” he whispered before exiting carefully into the night outside.
Cesc was terrified.
“Davi...didn't they say it's risky to go out at night?” his lip trembled.
Looking up, he noticed Gerard was looking at him equally concerned. He scowled and returned his eyes to Davide.
“It's OK. It's Mark on duty and Mark is Thomas' man.” He chuckled. “Mark is a decent guy, most of the time, unless you cross him. I don't advise you guys go out right now though. Not that you'd have any business being out. Not yet, anyway.”
Cesc was confused. From the story, he had gotten the impression both Thomas and David liked women. Seeing the puzzled look on his face, Davide sighed and began to explain.
~*~
11:34 PM
“Do you think I'll end up on the open market?” Xavi sighed heavily, dreading the mere idea.
Sergio looked at him closely, inspecting his sane half of face and looking him straight in the eyes.
“You've got gorgeous eyes, Xavi. Gorgeous. So deep. But I don't know. Theo, who's free?”
“Hmm. Jose himself is with Davide, I'm sure he won't need a new boy. Terry and Lampard...oh dear...no, for a second let's not think of this possibility.”
“I thought Lampard was not an official.” Xavi winced.
“He's not. But he's Terry's lover and Terry is Jose's closest captain. If Lampard wants a boy, he just has to ask. It's all on the down low, but everyone knows that they should be weary of Frank just as much as of any of the proper claimers. The good news about these two is that they get bored easily.”
“So that leaves us with Pep and Zlatan.”
Both boys started laughing. Xavi stared. He also knew Zlatan wasn't an official. His head was beginning to spin and he felt terrified of his future.
“Pep is the second nicest guy here.” Sergio finally said. “But he's not like the rest. He doesn't claim boys and doesn't really get involved with anyone. There was a rumour going on that Pep had a crush some years ago, but it was before I came, so I can't confirm anything. You should ask Thomas, he's been here longest. So I guess that leaves only Zlatan.”
“I thought he wasn't an official either.” Xavi wiggled his brow.
“He's not. Just he was with Jose a long time ago, before they came here, to the island. He's his second trusted captain and he gets his way, even if he's not officially in charge. So he can claim a boy, no-one would think twice to cross Zlatan.”
“But well, while Zlatan's a really nice person, I think he has anger management issues and he likes pretty boys.”
Xavi sulked.
“Tough luck, dude. Zlatan would've been both heaven and hell. Most of us like him, because he never forces himself on any of us. He is considerate enough to ask first.”
“Davide hates him though.”
“Yes he does. Oh man!” they both laughed again.
Xavi immediately started grinning. If Zlatan liked pretty boys, then Yoann would not be safe. He chuckled to himself.
“Who's Davide and why does he hate Zlatan?”
~*~
00:31 AM
“So...” Gerard whispered in the dark. “How does it work here. You know...with the guards and all....” he hoped he was implying the right thing.
“It depends. Some of us belong to an official. I'm with Jose. And untouchable. You can be with any of the boys too, if you like someone. You can be with the guards, too. You know, like a couple. But unless you're claimed by an official, you're always available for everyone...” Davide explained in a hushed voice.
The door cracked open and Thomas snuck in. He climbed in his bed and tried to ignore the shuffling in the other beds.
“How is Mark?” Davide asked.
“He's still pissed off with Bastian. Why are you still up?”
“I was telling them about the fucking. But I guess it's your turn now...” Davide sighed.
“Yes. I guess you guys are gay, right?” he asked in the darkness.
Taken by surprise, Cesc muffled a yelp and said nothing. Gerard confirmed.
“I'm in love with my step brother, what do you think?”
“Sheesh. Well, we weren't. Davide and I. So very straight. But I guess once you're raped by the guards, ugh...it all changes. You have to adapt. But Davide wasn't that smart, not like he seems now. So when Zlatan called him in his room and told him he wanted him...”
“Is Zlatan the tall beast that brought me here?” Gerard interjected.
“Yes. Well, Davide felt absolutely outraged. He was probably still getting used to the fact that he had been sent to a labour camp, sort of. That he wasn't daddy's boy getting anything he wanted anymore. So he told Zlatan he would think about it and went to complain to Mourinho. Only for Mourinho to make him suck his dick right on the spot.”
“It wasn't on the spot!” Davide complained with a giggle.
“Shut up. I'm telling the story. Davide ended up as Mourinho's bitch. And holds a grudge on Zlatan, cause somehow he thinks it's his fault. Dude, you're fucking lucky to be claimed, you idiot.”
“I know.” he replied smugly.
“Do you think anyone would claim any of us?” Cesc asked with a shaky voice.
He was a virgin. He didn't want his first time to be rape. And he hoped that if he was claimed, that person would be a little more considerate with his ass.
“I don't think so. Zlatan likes pretty boys, that's certain.” Thomas chuckled.
“Then I'm in, right?” Gerard asked assuredly.
“I wouldn't be so sure. There's the new Frenchman.”
Cesc let out a laugh.
“Gerard, you have no chance against Yoann.” he chuckled some more.
Gerard felt insulted and lunged an arm out of the bed, trying to reach Cesc.
“It's OK. I'm a free agent too. Even if I'm with Mark. You just have to accept your fate, bro.”
“See, guys, I told you Thomas isn't always grumpy. He just needs a good fucking every now and then.”
“Shut up!”
There was a long silence and both Gerard and Cesc understood they should go to bed.
“Cesc?”
“Yes Gerard?”
“You're Catalan, right?”
“Yes.”
The mere thought made them both smile, and find little solace in their terrible situation.
Rating: NC-17, violence, non-con, rape, perhaps kink and allusions to incest.
Category: Drama
Characters: International cast of characters. To be revealed as the story progresses. For Chapter Five: Xavi Hernandez, Cesc Fabregas, Gerard Pique, Thomas Muller, Theo Walcott, Sergio Canales, Davide Santon, mentions of: Frank Lampard/John Terry, Zlatan Ibrahimovic, Bastian Schwinstiger, Gennaro Gattuso, Didier Drogba, Mark Van Bommel, Guti, Pep Guardiola, Jose Mourinho, Yoann Gourcuff
Length: long story
Summary: 6 boys ages 18 - 23 with behavior issues are sent by their exasperated parents to a Reeducation Camp set on a Pacific island, unbeknown to them that the methods of reeducation consist of beatings, slave work, sexual corrections, all set in a general climate of military-type discipline administered by a materialist manager and his staff.
Disclaimer: all in my head, just my imagination. Not true.
Authors Notes: 1. this fic is largely inspired [at least the start] by a movie whose intro I saw one late night, and whose name escapes me now, as well as by the movie Holes, starring the young at the time and not so frightening Shia LeBoeuf.
2. this fic will have a ton of characters. Some main, some supporting, some minor. And as it stands, it'll only have 2 standard OTPs, one of which i've never written. Don't stone me for any inaccuracies.
3. I plan to slash everyone with everyone, as much as my own taste allows. So once all the characters are revealed - and it'll be properly marked - you can request various parings :-)) it's up to me what I do with them though ;-)))
One | Two | Three | Four
Five
09:57 PM
Xavi parted from Cesc with a frown. They were getting closer and he wished they could share the same dorm. Alas, the guards separated them and he had to go inside what was labeled Dorm 1.
“So you're the sex pest.” a voice welcomed him in.
Xavi looked at the lower bunk where a chocolate skinned boy with inquisitive brown eyes was staring at him.
“I beg your pardon?” Xavi didn't know how to react. He reached the middle of the room and a blond boy perched on the upper bunk jumped at him.
“You're the one with the sex addiction, right?” he asked.
“Yes. That's me.” he asked, slightly annoyed.
“I'm Sergio, Sergio Canales. This is Theo Walcott.” He made the introductions.
“I'm Xavi. Hernandez. Nice to meet you, I guess.” Xavi shrugged.
He hated these labels. He was not that out of control. If he would tolerate that Mourinho guy calling him names, he didn't have to with these kids. There was silence, during which Theo and Sergio looked at him intently.
“Didi hit you, right?” Sergio asked, touching Xavi's bruised cheek.
“Yeah.” Xavi felt uncomfortable.
“Didi is like that. He isn't a violent man, not like Pig, or Red or Frank, but he is a prude. He hates the idea of sex. I was lucky to have been scouted by Mark and claimed immediately, otherwise Didi woud've beat me too.” Sergio went on to explain.
“What do you mean, what did you do, what are you here for?” Xavi asked in rapid fire.
“I was a rent boy.” Sergio smiled innocently, fluttering his eyelashes.
Xavi shuddered. The term made him uncomfortable and reminded him of his protegee, of Albert. He looked at the green eyed blond through half closed eyes. He wanted to know more, but he was weary to ask.
“Why were you a rent boy?” he asked the first question.
“Because he loves the cock!” Theo quipped from his bunk.
Sergio lunged at him and smacked him over the head, making Xavi laugh.
“It's not entirely true. My parents didn't like having a gay son. So they told me to take off. I was too young to get a proper job, so I did what I did best. Seems my stupid parents didn't like that either, cause one day, just as I was with my favourite client, that paid me most and bought me stuff and had asked me to move in with him.....well, Mark and Pig strolled in and brought me here.”
“Oh I see. How long have you been here for?” Xavi looked at the young boy.
“Two years already.”
“Wow. How old are you?”
“I'm 18 now. Yes I know. I know.” Sergio shook his head. “It's not so bad here, at least for me. Sure, the mining is terrible, but I was lucky to have been claimed by the nicest man ever.”
“Claimed?” Xavi had to ask.
“Well, you can imagine what happens to us boys on this island.” Theo made a dick sucking gesture. And unless you're claimed by an official, you're on the market forever and anyone of the officials and guards can have his way with you. Sergio here has been claimed by Guti. Lucky bastard.” Theo grunted.
“Guti is awesome. He's the best.” Sergio chirped happily.
“Who claimed you?” Xavi asked Theo.
“No-one. I'm not pretty enough.” Theo wailed. “And I’m a little dangerous too.”
“What do you mean?”
“I'm an arsonist. Ahah. I set the orphanage on fire. Well, no-one was there, everyone was on a field trip they didn't take me to, so because they were getting to see so many pretty things, I thought it was my right to see some too. So I set it on fire. It was so beautiful...”
“Why didn't they take you on the field trip?”
“I was grounded for setting the garbage bins on fire.” Theo snickered.
“Oh. So wait, you're an orphan?” Xavi inquired.
“Yeah. I'm the only inmate that's here by court order. The stupid judge really thought this was a proper reeducation camp.” he sighed bitterly.
“And it's not?”
“You'll see. It's hell on earth, especially if Terry or Frank claim you!”
~*~
10:37 PM
When Gerard returned from dinner, he finally got the chance to meet his new roommates. And to talk. Dinner had been gloomy and quick, as it was already late, the cook was in a bad mood and his 2 travel buddies were as silent as fish.
“Hey everyone, I'm Gerard.” he said, as cheerfully as he could.
The short brunette eyed him in an unspeakable way from the lower bunk of the bed Gerard was going to use as well.
“Did you really rape your brother?” one of the other boys wondered. Cesc told us that's what you did.”
Gerard looked at the 3, two dirty blond haired boys, both tall and lanky, sitting on the upper bunk with their legs dangling out and the brunette that he had seen at the introduction, that must've been Cesc. The name alone made Gerard homesick.
“No. like I said, it was consensual.” he defended himself in a small voice.
“It's OK, Thomas did something similar.” the other blond elbowed the said Thomas in the ribs, cackling.
He jumped out of bed with ease and extended a hand.
“I'm Davide Santon. Everyone calls me Santon or Davi, cause there's another David. Don't feel too guilty, I’m sure you had your reasons.”
That didn't really make Gerard feel any better, but he shook Davide's hand and then looked at the other two boys, that seemed completely unfriendly.
“So, what did Thomas do.” he asked, seeing Davide had gone silent.
“Don't tell him! It's not his business.” Thomas growled low.
“He's gonna be our roomie. I don't see why you're so ashamed with what happened, anyway...”
Thomas made a fuck it gesture, dropped on his back and covered himself with the blanket, suggesting he was out of it.
“Thomas is not this unfriendly, he's just not used to new people. The story is simple. As an only child of a rich family, and motherless since an early age, Thomas was spoiled rotten. And when his daddy brought home a new young wife, Thomas felt his privileged position was shifting. So....come on Tom, please tell the story! I'm sick of telling it.”
“No.” Came muffled from the bed.
“Please?” Cesc suddenly quipped from his lower bunk, interested as well.
Thomas sat up, a murderous looking on his face.
“All right. So, I devised a plan. I was barely 16 and stepmother was 28. I imagined that if I seduced her and showed father conclusive proof that she had corrupted me....she would be gone in a flash. So I proceeded. It wasn't easy, but not too hard either. She was beautiful. After we've started our secret affair, I arranged that father caught us in the act and when he did so, I played my 'abused' part as convincingly as I could.”
Thomas stopped. Remembering what a foolish boy he had been made his blood boil.
“Since I’m here, it's obvious that if backfired. It was my word against hers and apparently father knew all along that I'm a bad apple, so he shipped me here. And I've been here for almost 5 years.”
“Christ!” came from Cesc, who had been given the shortest sentence and could not grasp how it was to spend so long away from home.
“Yes. I know.” he shook his head.
Then Thomas pretended to go back to sleep, forcing himself to not look at any of the new boys, shooting glares at Davide instead.
“That was...instructive.” Gerard sighed.
He clambered up in his bed, dragging his long legs over the edge and laying down.
“Davi, what are you here for?” Cesc asked.
“I was the absolute epitome of spoiled rich brat. Didn't go to school, partied all night long, booze galore, women, girls, oh my....” his voice grew nostalgic for a second. “I had health issues too and one night, I wanted to impress some chick, or some chicks, and I took out Daddy's yacht. We were all so drunk, and we sailed into the pier. Yup. We smashed that boat, it was a miracle we managed to get off it in the state we were in. I was sent here. They said they could deal with my eating disorder too. What can I say, I have been getting plenty of protein since I came...”
Neither Gerard nor Cesc said anything. Davide shrugged and returned to his bunk.
“Look, I’m not proud of what I did, and I bet none of you is either. But it happened and we can only try to make the best of what we have here. Thomas's not always this grumpy. And most of the others are pretty decent lads. We have to manage. Really.”
It was then that Thomas jumped from out of the covers and out of the bed, put on his shoes and leaped towards the door.
“See you guys!” he whispered before exiting carefully into the night outside.
Cesc was terrified.
“Davi...didn't they say it's risky to go out at night?” his lip trembled.
Looking up, he noticed Gerard was looking at him equally concerned. He scowled and returned his eyes to Davide.
“It's OK. It's Mark on duty and Mark is Thomas' man.” He chuckled. “Mark is a decent guy, most of the time, unless you cross him. I don't advise you guys go out right now though. Not that you'd have any business being out. Not yet, anyway.”
Cesc was confused. From the story, he had gotten the impression both Thomas and David liked women. Seeing the puzzled look on his face, Davide sighed and began to explain.
~*~
11:34 PM
“Do you think I'll end up on the open market?” Xavi sighed heavily, dreading the mere idea.
Sergio looked at him closely, inspecting his sane half of face and looking him straight in the eyes.
“You've got gorgeous eyes, Xavi. Gorgeous. So deep. But I don't know. Theo, who's free?”
“Hmm. Jose himself is with Davide, I'm sure he won't need a new boy. Terry and Lampard...oh dear...no, for a second let's not think of this possibility.”
“I thought Lampard was not an official.” Xavi winced.
“He's not. But he's Terry's lover and Terry is Jose's closest captain. If Lampard wants a boy, he just has to ask. It's all on the down low, but everyone knows that they should be weary of Frank just as much as of any of the proper claimers. The good news about these two is that they get bored easily.”
“So that leaves us with Pep and Zlatan.”
Both boys started laughing. Xavi stared. He also knew Zlatan wasn't an official. His head was beginning to spin and he felt terrified of his future.
“Pep is the second nicest guy here.” Sergio finally said. “But he's not like the rest. He doesn't claim boys and doesn't really get involved with anyone. There was a rumour going on that Pep had a crush some years ago, but it was before I came, so I can't confirm anything. You should ask Thomas, he's been here longest. So I guess that leaves only Zlatan.”
“I thought he wasn't an official either.” Xavi wiggled his brow.
“He's not. Just he was with Jose a long time ago, before they came here, to the island. He's his second trusted captain and he gets his way, even if he's not officially in charge. So he can claim a boy, no-one would think twice to cross Zlatan.”
“But well, while Zlatan's a really nice person, I think he has anger management issues and he likes pretty boys.”
Xavi sulked.
“Tough luck, dude. Zlatan would've been both heaven and hell. Most of us like him, because he never forces himself on any of us. He is considerate enough to ask first.”
“Davide hates him though.”
“Yes he does. Oh man!” they both laughed again.
Xavi immediately started grinning. If Zlatan liked pretty boys, then Yoann would not be safe. He chuckled to himself.
“Who's Davide and why does he hate Zlatan?”
~*~
00:31 AM
“So...” Gerard whispered in the dark. “How does it work here. You know...with the guards and all....” he hoped he was implying the right thing.
“It depends. Some of us belong to an official. I'm with Jose. And untouchable. You can be with any of the boys too, if you like someone. You can be with the guards, too. You know, like a couple. But unless you're claimed by an official, you're always available for everyone...” Davide explained in a hushed voice.
The door cracked open and Thomas snuck in. He climbed in his bed and tried to ignore the shuffling in the other beds.
“How is Mark?” Davide asked.
“He's still pissed off with Bastian. Why are you still up?”
“I was telling them about the fucking. But I guess it's your turn now...” Davide sighed.
“Yes. I guess you guys are gay, right?” he asked in the darkness.
Taken by surprise, Cesc muffled a yelp and said nothing. Gerard confirmed.
“I'm in love with my step brother, what do you think?”
“Sheesh. Well, we weren't. Davide and I. So very straight. But I guess once you're raped by the guards, ugh...it all changes. You have to adapt. But Davide wasn't that smart, not like he seems now. So when Zlatan called him in his room and told him he wanted him...”
“Is Zlatan the tall beast that brought me here?” Gerard interjected.
“Yes. Well, Davide felt absolutely outraged. He was probably still getting used to the fact that he had been sent to a labour camp, sort of. That he wasn't daddy's boy getting anything he wanted anymore. So he told Zlatan he would think about it and went to complain to Mourinho. Only for Mourinho to make him suck his dick right on the spot.”
“It wasn't on the spot!” Davide complained with a giggle.
“Shut up. I'm telling the story. Davide ended up as Mourinho's bitch. And holds a grudge on Zlatan, cause somehow he thinks it's his fault. Dude, you're fucking lucky to be claimed, you idiot.”
“I know.” he replied smugly.
“Do you think anyone would claim any of us?” Cesc asked with a shaky voice.
He was a virgin. He didn't want his first time to be rape. And he hoped that if he was claimed, that person would be a little more considerate with his ass.
“I don't think so. Zlatan likes pretty boys, that's certain.” Thomas chuckled.
“Then I'm in, right?” Gerard asked assuredly.
“I wouldn't be so sure. There's the new Frenchman.”
Cesc let out a laugh.
“Gerard, you have no chance against Yoann.” he chuckled some more.
Gerard felt insulted and lunged an arm out of the bed, trying to reach Cesc.
“It's OK. I'm a free agent too. Even if I'm with Mark. You just have to accept your fate, bro.”
“See, guys, I told you Thomas isn't always grumpy. He just needs a good fucking every now and then.”
“Shut up!”
There was a long silence and both Gerard and Cesc understood they should go to bed.
“Cesc?”
“Yes Gerard?”
“You're Catalan, right?”
“Yes.”
The mere thought made them both smile, and find little solace in their terrible situation.