Fic: Wicked Heaven // Bound To Nature
Title: Wicked Heaven
Author: el_defe
Beta: jen_jm
Fandom: RPF Football
Characters: Alberto Paloschi, Davide Santon, Mario Balotelli
Rating: 16+/18+
Warning: slash, threesome, kink, English language
Word Count: 491 (FDP)
Note: Early in the morning after Italy-Spain (August 2011). Taking a prompt from commentporn.
Disclaimer: I do not own them and I don't earn anything, except personal and others' amusement.
Wicked Heaven
«That ass is mine.»
«Who are you talking to?» Alberto almost whispers in a soft, trembling tone and with a feeble smile at Mario’s panting breath - he looks like he did the road from Bari to Varese by running on foot; he tries not to scream as Davide’s thin hand slowly delves between his legs, its owner silently asking him to continue what he was doing before Mario entered their room with the politeness of a rampaging tornado.
«You know what I meant, Albi.» Davide interrupts him with a snort and sits up, clearly annoyed. «And you, don’t make that face. You know that this pisses me off.»
«You can leave, if you don’t like this» Davide retorts, folding his own arms against the bare chest. «We were having fun even before you almost smashed down the door.» Suddenly, he makes a devilish grin - the typical evil smile no one ever saw on his face (and no one should, for how much it’s uncomfortable). «He’s better than you at rimming, Mario» he whispers wickedly, shocking him as much as Alberto.
«You- you shouldn’t say those things. You make me shiver» Mario replies, tilting his head.
«Why shouldn’t I? Were you really convinced I’m a saint, Mario?» Davide climbs over Alberto, pushing him against the wall and putting his legs against the boy’s hips, giving Mario his back. «Come and stop me, if you dare» he says, icily, and then he kisses Alberto on the lips like he never did, looking him deep in his eyes as he tastes his tongue and strokes his hair and hoping he can understand. In the very same moment Alberto puts his hands on Davide’s thighs, unintentionally exposing even more the soft, still damp skin inside his ass, Mario is already close to them, pushing apart the two boys he thought to be his closest friends; sudden unbalance forces Mario to fall on the bed over Alberto, his face stretched against Davide’s shoulder.
«Fuck» he mutters, gripping on his pale skin until his hand leaves a dark red mark on it. Davide kisses him on the tip of the nose.
«Yes, sir» he replies, undoing the button of his jeans. «Every time you come back, if you want.»
«You changed. I’m not sure-» Davide kisses him again, this time on the lips, and it’s deeper and better than any other kiss he tried to give, and his tongue tastes of both himself and Alberto, in a terrifying, yet intriguing way. «Okay.» He breathes heavily, while Davide undresses him frantically. «I wasn’t sure I’d have liked that.»
«I feel like you leaving me out, you know» Alberto protests. Then, Mario kisses him in order to find again the forbidden taste of some moments before, and Davide pushes Mario on their friend until their waists collide, and he smiles seeing how much they're made for rubbing against each other.
By the time he finds his place in their almost-perfect joint, his skin is burning.
Title: Bound To Nature
Author: el_defe
Beta: jen_jm
Fandom: RPF Football
Characters: José Mourinho, Josep Guardiola
Rating: 18+
Warning: slash, BDSM, dub-con, HP!AU, English language
Word Count: 786 (FDP)
Note: Chronologically correct, as HP!Pep is 22 (and then could have finished his Auror studies in time) and McGonagall says in Order of the Phoenix that no one has been admitted in the last three years. Taking a prompt from commentporn.
Disclaimer: I do not own them and I don't earn anything, except personal and others' amusement.
Bound To Nature
“I can’t believe it!”
“What?” José keeps walking through the narrow, steep forest path without even caring about his companion’s wording, at least until he grips his wrist and forces him to stop.
“You Stupefied that man and you didn’t even care about his justifications...”
The man grinned. “I Stupefied that werewolf, Pep. He’s not a man anymore since he was bitten. Why do you have to remind me every time you got just an ‘Acceptable’ mark at your Defence N.E.W.T.?”
“And I told a thousand times I got an ‘E’, believe it or else.” Pep raised his lighted-up wand to emphasize his menacing tone, but José burst out in a loud laughter.
“You liar. No Hufflepuff got an ‘E’ in Defence since... mmm, let’s see, since the Fat Friar joined your House?”
“Tonks got an ‘O’ at her O.W.L.s, she’s just two years- that’s not the point, José! What you did is awful, is... that’s evil!”
Pep couldn’t even say his last syllable properly: without notice, José aimed at him with his wand. A huge smoke curtain enveloped him, then he found himself thrown against a tree and, after half a second, firmly bound at its trunk.
“Don’t even dare, Pep-”
“What the hell, José, let me go...”
“Expelliarmus!” Pep’s wand fell among the sprouted roots of the tree. “Silencio!” José shouted again, forcing the companion to muteness, and then he stood in front of him, gazing directly into his eyes while the magical smoke disappeared. “See, Pep? You’re completely unaware of what people could do to you if you leave your guard down. Do you expect that every wizard catching you unprepared isevil or what?”
Pep moved his lips in anger, but no sound came out from it. José smiled.
“See, you are nicer when you don’t talk about bullshit the whole time. You’re somewhat...” He bit his lower lip, uncertain about his next move, but he threw away any prudence and pressed his lips against Pep’s, forcing the wizard to a deep, damp kiss which sounded somewhat teen-aged to both of them, even if Pep graded four years before and José was quite older than him. When José drew away from him, he clacked his tongue and grinned again, looking more evil than ever, and lifted the Silence spell from him.
“Somewhat sexy,” he panted, ignoring Pep’s shocked, enraged look.
“You’re more evil than the filthiest of Slytherins, you arsehole! I can’t believe you attacked me in the deep of the forest while we’re looking for a dangerous fugitive that could have taken a wand to kill us!”
“Why aren’t you complaining about the kiss? You know, abuse is the only crime I committed today, but I can’t hear any grievance by you at the moment.”
“You Silenced me!”
“And I did with much pleasure indeed, as your words are boring and inappropriate half of the time.” José tickled his aroused cock, tense against his trousers, with the tip of his wand. “So you aren’t complaining at all, I guess.”
“Let me go.” Pep’s voice was far from being threatening.
“Not yet.” José pointed his wand against him again, undressing him from waist-down. “It’s astonishing how much you liked my tongue in your throat, huh, Pep? Amazing.” He tickled his cock again, this time with the free hand, and started masturbating him slowly. “As if by magic.”
“You dare-”
“You’d prefer that, wouldn’t you?” he whispered in his ear, his hand’s motion still solid and lazy, and his stance as vague and careless as if he didn’t mind at all about stroking his fellow traveler until making him cum on his stretched fingers. “Believing I jinxed you with some Sex Pollen Hex, it should be easy as doing a Hover Charm, for you. But I didn’t do it.”
“I know.” Pep was clearly looking elsewhere, somewhat interested to the mould on his left feet. “And there’s no Sex Pollen Hex in the world.”
“Somewhat correct.” José examined his own fingers, still cumstained, and made the gesture of licking them in front of Pep just for the pleasure to make him even more ashamed, before using a Vanishing Spell on the spots and, after a while, freeing him from the trap and making him regain his clothes. “Now, you can think I’m evil for good.”
“I will,” Pep said, still breathless, “if you don’t kiss me another time. And then I will bind you to a tree like you did and I will put my wand into your-” he muttered, but José interrupted him and pleased the wizard with another deep, strong kiss.
“Don’t get used to it,” José menaced when Pep smiled brightly and started dressing himself again. “And, just for your lacking education, Sex Pollen Hex does actually exist.”
“You’re making fun of me.”
José grinned in a even more malicious way than before. “Let’s see that tonight.”
Author: el_defe
Beta: jen_jm
Fandom: RPF Football
Characters: Alberto Paloschi, Davide Santon, Mario Balotelli
Rating: 16+/18+
Warning: slash, threesome, kink, English language
Word Count: 491 (FDP)
Note: Early in the morning after Italy-Spain (August 2011). Taking a prompt from commentporn.
Disclaimer: I do not own them and I don't earn anything, except personal and others' amusement.
Wicked Heaven
«That ass is mine.»
«Who are you talking to?» Alberto almost whispers in a soft, trembling tone and with a feeble smile at Mario’s panting breath - he looks like he did the road from Bari to Varese by running on foot; he tries not to scream as Davide’s thin hand slowly delves between his legs, its owner silently asking him to continue what he was doing before Mario entered their room with the politeness of a rampaging tornado.
«You know what I meant, Albi.» Davide interrupts him with a snort and sits up, clearly annoyed. «And you, don’t make that face. You know that this pisses me off.»
«You can leave, if you don’t like this» Davide retorts, folding his own arms against the bare chest. «We were having fun even before you almost smashed down the door.» Suddenly, he makes a devilish grin - the typical evil smile no one ever saw on his face (and no one should, for how much it’s uncomfortable). «He’s better than you at rimming, Mario» he whispers wickedly, shocking him as much as Alberto.
«You- you shouldn’t say those things. You make me shiver» Mario replies, tilting his head.
«Why shouldn’t I? Were you really convinced I’m a saint, Mario?» Davide climbs over Alberto, pushing him against the wall and putting his legs against the boy’s hips, giving Mario his back. «Come and stop me, if you dare» he says, icily, and then he kisses Alberto on the lips like he never did, looking him deep in his eyes as he tastes his tongue and strokes his hair and hoping he can understand. In the very same moment Alberto puts his hands on Davide’s thighs, unintentionally exposing even more the soft, still damp skin inside his ass, Mario is already close to them, pushing apart the two boys he thought to be his closest friends; sudden unbalance forces Mario to fall on the bed over Alberto, his face stretched against Davide’s shoulder.
«Fuck» he mutters, gripping on his pale skin until his hand leaves a dark red mark on it. Davide kisses him on the tip of the nose.
«Yes, sir» he replies, undoing the button of his jeans. «Every time you come back, if you want.»
«You changed. I’m not sure-» Davide kisses him again, this time on the lips, and it’s deeper and better than any other kiss he tried to give, and his tongue tastes of both himself and Alberto, in a terrifying, yet intriguing way. «Okay.» He breathes heavily, while Davide undresses him frantically. «I wasn’t sure I’d have liked that.»
«I feel like you leaving me out, you know» Alberto protests. Then, Mario kisses him in order to find again the forbidden taste of some moments before, and Davide pushes Mario on their friend until their waists collide, and he smiles seeing how much they're made for rubbing against each other.
By the time he finds his place in their almost-perfect joint, his skin is burning.
Title: Bound To Nature
Author: el_defe
Beta: jen_jm
Fandom: RPF Football
Characters: José Mourinho, Josep Guardiola
Rating: 18+
Warning: slash, BDSM, dub-con, HP!AU, English language
Word Count: 786 (FDP)
Note: Chronologically correct, as HP!Pep is 22 (and then could have finished his Auror studies in time) and McGonagall says in Order of the Phoenix that no one has been admitted in the last three years. Taking a prompt from commentporn.
Disclaimer: I do not own them and I don't earn anything, except personal and others' amusement.
Bound To Nature
“I can’t believe it!”
“What?” José keeps walking through the narrow, steep forest path without even caring about his companion’s wording, at least until he grips his wrist and forces him to stop.
“You Stupefied that man and you didn’t even care about his justifications...”
The man grinned. “I Stupefied that werewolf, Pep. He’s not a man anymore since he was bitten. Why do you have to remind me every time you got just an ‘Acceptable’ mark at your Defence N.E.W.T.?”
“And I told a thousand times I got an ‘E’, believe it or else.” Pep raised his lighted-up wand to emphasize his menacing tone, but José burst out in a loud laughter.
“You liar. No Hufflepuff got an ‘E’ in Defence since... mmm, let’s see, since the Fat Friar joined your House?”
“Tonks got an ‘O’ at her O.W.L.s, she’s just two years- that’s not the point, José! What you did is awful, is... that’s evil!”
Pep couldn’t even say his last syllable properly: without notice, José aimed at him with his wand. A huge smoke curtain enveloped him, then he found himself thrown against a tree and, after half a second, firmly bound at its trunk.
“Don’t even dare, Pep-”
“What the hell, José, let me go...”
“Expelliarmus!” Pep’s wand fell among the sprouted roots of the tree. “Silencio!” José shouted again, forcing the companion to muteness, and then he stood in front of him, gazing directly into his eyes while the magical smoke disappeared. “See, Pep? You’re completely unaware of what people could do to you if you leave your guard down. Do you expect that every wizard catching you unprepared isevil or what?”
Pep moved his lips in anger, but no sound came out from it. José smiled.
“See, you are nicer when you don’t talk about bullshit the whole time. You’re somewhat...” He bit his lower lip, uncertain about his next move, but he threw away any prudence and pressed his lips against Pep’s, forcing the wizard to a deep, damp kiss which sounded somewhat teen-aged to both of them, even if Pep graded four years before and José was quite older than him. When José drew away from him, he clacked his tongue and grinned again, looking more evil than ever, and lifted the Silence spell from him.
“Somewhat sexy,” he panted, ignoring Pep’s shocked, enraged look.
“You’re more evil than the filthiest of Slytherins, you arsehole! I can’t believe you attacked me in the deep of the forest while we’re looking for a dangerous fugitive that could have taken a wand to kill us!”
“Why aren’t you complaining about the kiss? You know, abuse is the only crime I committed today, but I can’t hear any grievance by you at the moment.”
“You Silenced me!”
“And I did with much pleasure indeed, as your words are boring and inappropriate half of the time.” José tickled his aroused cock, tense against his trousers, with the tip of his wand. “So you aren’t complaining at all, I guess.”
“Let me go.” Pep’s voice was far from being threatening.
“Not yet.” José pointed his wand against him again, undressing him from waist-down. “It’s astonishing how much you liked my tongue in your throat, huh, Pep? Amazing.” He tickled his cock again, this time with the free hand, and started masturbating him slowly. “As if by magic.”
“You dare-”
“You’d prefer that, wouldn’t you?” he whispered in his ear, his hand’s motion still solid and lazy, and his stance as vague and careless as if he didn’t mind at all about stroking his fellow traveler until making him cum on his stretched fingers. “Believing I jinxed you with some Sex Pollen Hex, it should be easy as doing a Hover Charm, for you. But I didn’t do it.”
“I know.” Pep was clearly looking elsewhere, somewhat interested to the mould on his left feet. “And there’s no Sex Pollen Hex in the world.”
“Somewhat correct.” José examined his own fingers, still cumstained, and made the gesture of licking them in front of Pep just for the pleasure to make him even more ashamed, before using a Vanishing Spell on the spots and, after a while, freeing him from the trap and making him regain his clothes. “Now, you can think I’m evil for good.”
“I will,” Pep said, still breathless, “if you don’t kiss me another time. And then I will bind you to a tree like you did and I will put my wand into your-” he muttered, but José interrupted him and pleased the wizard with another deep, strong kiss.
“Don’t get used to it,” José menaced when Pep smiled brightly and started dressing himself again. “And, just for your lacking education, Sex Pollen Hex does actually exist.”
“You’re making fun of me.”
José grinned in a even more malicious way than before. “Let’s see that tonight.”