House Of The Rising Sun (8/?)

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Title: House Of The Rising Sun (8/?)
Pairing: Daniel Agger/Fernando Torres
Rating: Nc-17
Summary: It’s been the ruin of many a poor boy and god I know I’m one.
Disclaimer: Not real.


Daniel didn’t know why but there was something eerie about travelling so late at night and with so few other people. He liked it, he liked the solitude of it but it was undoubtedly eerie. Every time he glanced up there were fewer people than the time before it. He was close; he could practically feel the bitter sweet welcoming embrace stretching out from his past to encompass him. It was a strange sensation, one that churned bile in his stomach and forced his heart to beat hard in his chest but it was a welcome sensation. It meant only one thing. He was nearly home.

Not that he still had a home in London, he’d long ago sold his house and despite the entirety of his family living in London he had not been back. He didn’t tell them that he was coming back now, he hadn’t exactly planned it.

He supposed he should start thinking about what he was going to do or where he was going to go when he arrived at Euston station. If he was being honest he didn’t really care. He couldn’t focus past the moment, past the almost blinding light at the end of the tunnel that was racing toward him. One way or another, before the sun rose again over the grey metropolis of London, Daniel would finally be closing the book he’d left unfinished for far too long. But before he could get off the train and begin that final chapter he had to reach the end of the story as he knew it. Not long now.

As with most things at the House of the Rising Sun, New Years Eve was celebrated in an extravagant fashion. It was far louder than even the loudest nights at The Rising Sun, there was more wine, more people, more drugs and even the common courtesy such as taking sex to a more private room went unobserved. Everywhere he looked something erotic and lecherous and bawdy was taking place. It was truly a marvel for the senses, an overload of every pleasurable, sigh inducing, frowned upon behaviour that man kind had to offer and every single one of them was revelling in the sheer perfection of it.

There were twice as many people crammed into the house than there usually were, against every wall, on every sofa, in every varying state of undress, in every drunk manner; drunk on wine, drunk on life, drunk on one drug or another, drunk on the thrills of such eroticism, it didn’t matter, they had long discarded their senses.

Mou’s theme for the evening was Roman. The hands were dressed in togas or as Roman Legions or as Gladiators in next to nothing and Mou himself had a golden arc of leaves on his head as a consul of Rome would have worn; like Julius Caesar himself would have worn.

He was in the club room, the lights overhead were on and the stage had been converted to look like a Roman Villa with sofas and cushions and exotic plants and on the stage, in what had started as a recreation of a Roman orgy with a number of Mou’s hands had turned into a legitimate one.

There were people everywhere, doing all sorts of wonderful lewd things and he supposed lust and obscenity was contagious because the spectators had long since become participants.

Daniel was stood, glass in hand, in conversation with a few of the acquaintances he’d come to know as a patron of the Rising Sun. Beside them, on the couch, Stevie and Xabi were as engrossed in each other as they usually were and between conversation and observing intently the sights to behold around him he was scanning the room for Fernando.

He’d been with him, he’d had him at his side when he played cards earlier and he knew Fernando was dressed as a gladiator, in a small brown leather skirt with a matching leather chest plate strapped around him. He had the sandals on his feet and his hair was pushed back from his face with a band. He didn’t look nearly as ridiculous as Daniel had anticipated when Fernando first told him, in fact, it was quite the opposite: he looked exquisite. But Mou had called Fernando away and with a tight obviously anxious smile he had gone at his bidding.

When Mou reappeared, ambling nonchalantly through the twist of writhing bodies on his stage Daniel watched his predatory path, nodding his head when Mou’s dark knowing eyes landed on him. In response Mou raised his glass before turning away from him to stroke the head of Sergio Ramos who was busily bouncing away on someone’s cock.

Daniel felt him before he saw him. Felt his entire body tense in anticipation and then two familiar hands were sliding around his waist and a body familiar in every aspect pressed against him. Daniel smiled and Fernando’s hot mouth was at his ear.

“I love you,” he breathed quite unexpectedly.

Air seemed to escape his lungs in a silent whoosh and his heart thudded hard in his chest as though battling for an escape that would never come. He whipped his head around, craning to catch a glimpse of Fernando’s face.

He was smiling broadly, his eyes wide and bright and the sheer overwhelming sincerity in them was impossible to ignore.

The emotion that spiralled through him was unnameable, refused to be described and was wholly unlike anything he’d ever felt before. For one long moment he was overwhelmed and then, suddenly, he was gripped by the insane urge to laugh and he could not stop it from bubbling in his throat and bursting through his lips. But he wasn’t laughing at Fernando and as he turned in his lovers arms and framed his flushed face with his hands he heard a resounding and undeniable truth echo through him. He pressed his lips to Fernando’s, briefly but firmly and when he pulled back, still cupping his face Fernando was smiling. He leant forward again, this time pressing his mouth to Fernando’s ear.

“I love you too,” he whispered wary of the many prying eyes that resided in that place and cautious of being overheard. But even his astounding awareness of the rules that hovered ominously over them could not chase away his smile.

Fernando tipped his head back to laugh and lifted his arms to wrap them around Daniel’s shoulders.

“I was going to tell you weeks ago,” Fernando smiled “but I just never found the right time,”

Daniel grinned wider and blindly discarded of his glass so he could wrap both arms around his waist “well, here’s a good a place as any,”

Fernando nodded his ready agreement and then his mouth was pressed hotly to Daniel’s and he could do nothing but part his lips and accept Fernando’s demanding tongue into his mouth as Fernando pressed himself impossibly closer to them.

Daniel reached down, clasping his hands around Fernando’s arse and squeezing as he bucked his own arousal into Fernando’s and they both let out a hot exhale. Fernando tilted his head, deepening the kiss and took three blind and unsteady steps backward until they were hitting the wall. Daniel threw his arms out to steady them, planting his palms on the wall either side of Fernando as he continued to desecrate his mouth.

Fernando groaned in the back of his throat and Daniel felt it reverberate all the way down his own and on instinct along he bucked his hips forward to elicit the same response.

“I need you,” Fernando breathed against his mouth and even in the raucous din of an over crowded room, awash in all the debasement and sin one mind could conjure, he heard him, more importantly, he felt him.

He nodded and took his hand, turning and intending toward the door. But Mou was standing behind them; his dark lecherous eyes raking over both of them like an all seeing deity would judge the mere mortals in the realm below them. Like Dionysus, encouraging madness and ecstasy in those who celebrate him so lavishly.

“Leaving before the fun begins?” he pouted snapping his fingers at no one in particular. In mere seconds there was a hand winding toward him with his favoured drink balancing on a glinting golden tray that caught the light of the many flickering candles as the woman wove hurriedly through the throng toward him.

Fernando’s fingers tightened momentarily in his own, squeezing and trying to reiterate without words something Daniel could not grasp.

“I prefer things more private,” Daniel said easily, flicking his eyes toward the stage where innumerable couples were fucking like there were no others in the room.

Mou grinned “Ah but tonight we are not ourselves Daniel, tonight we are Roman and you know what they say about Rome don’t you?”

Daniel knew what he was getting at. It was etched into his every feature and he would warrant Fernando knew it too.

“Enlighten me?” he grinned even when his every muscle was telling him to have a caution.

“When in Rome, do as the Roman’s do,” Mou’s smile was wicked and indecent “It is part of the fun, wouldn’t you agree Fernando?”

Daniel turned his head to look at Fernando and took in the swirl of something completely unfamiliar in his dark licentious eyes, noticed the hot flush of his cheeks and the forced uneasy smile on his rosebud mouth.

“Of course,” He said even when his every fibre was telling Daniel that he did not agree with Mou’s sentiment.

“So, won’t you stay?” Mou said, taking three languid steps forward until his fingers were trailing up Daniel’s arm and higher, rising to brush against Fernando’s cheek.

Daniel, quite unexpectedly bristled from the gesture. He felt a spasm of distaste claw down his spine and the mocking laughter in Mou’s eyes was something familiar and yet something he could not place.

“Forgive me, but I think not tonight,” he said his tone surprisingly light and marginally softer than he had thought it would be.

Mou simply gazed back at him for one long moment before his lips curved up into a wolfish smile and he bowed his head.

“The customer is always right,” he grinned and stepped back

Daniel forced himself to laugh and nodded back at him “I’ll expect a game out of you later Mou, see how much of my money you can rob me off tonight,” he said before tugging Fernando forward and exiting the room as fast as he could.

He didn’t turn to gauge Fernando’s reaction or ask for his thoughts; he didn’t stop moving at all until he was slamming the door behind them inside one of the upper bedrooms.

In retrospect there had been nothing out of the ordinary neither in Mou’s speech nor in his appearance. But there was something inherently different in his eyes as he had looked at them and Daniel did not know what that could be.

He turned, shaking his head and manoeuvring Fernando back against the wall, spreading his legs with his knee and pinning his forearms to the cool, sleek silver painted wall behind him.

“Where were we?”

Fernando grinned and leant forward, lapping his tongue out across the seam of his lips before prising them apart and delving his tongue inside Daniel’s mouth. He groaned pressing himself tightly into him and kissing him back as hard as he could.

Fernando’s fingers were at his belt, yanking his jeans open and neither could stifle laughs when they tried breathlessly to untie the laces on Fernando’s costume. If he didn’t love Fernando so much then the length of time it took to disentangle him from his clothes would have been ludicrous, but he did love him. He loved him with everything he was. He’d never loved anyone like he loved him and he knew, instinctively, he would never love anyone else the way he loved Fernando.

It was the kind of love that people wrote about, that people did great and stupid things for. It was the kind of love that made the world seem right and ordered; that made the hard tremulous path between birth and death something worth living for; it was a love he knew was greater than the sum of its parts and how it had happened he did not know. But it had and Daniel would not lift one finger to change it.

Their mouths met again, a desperate clench that had them both fighting for dominance, pressing their naked flesh tightly together and toppling backward, falling away from the wall and bouncing down onto the bed.

Fernando had slithered down between his legs before he could blink and the tight hot heat of his mouth was engulfing him and he couldn’t hold back the groan he emitted. His rhythm was full of purpose, his lips and hands were ungodly and the way he peered up at him with his deceivingly innocent eyes only made him harder.

Fernando released him with a pop and crawled back up to straddle his lap, grasping one of Daniel’s wrists tightly and leading his hand to his mouth. Daniel sat up, propping himself with one hand behind him as he watched Fernando suck lavishly at two of his fingers. His eyes were impossibly dark, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked and his lips were red and swollen. He did not need to be led to his entrance; his fingers made a trail that was familiar and well trod and yet just as eagerly followed. He pushed the first finger inside him swiftly, not pausing as he struck up a quick rhythm and Fernando leant forward to grant him better access, latching his mouth to his neck and kissing his skin wetly as he rode first one finger, then two. He pumped them furiously, ignoring Fernando’s heavy cock as it bobbed in the space between them, rubbing against his abs and smirking up at him when he curled his fingers in just the right way that had Fernando tipping his head back, the light from the shrouded lamp above them spilling down over his long pale throat. He looked divine.

But Fernando was impatient and without waiting he rose up and reached across for a condom from the bowl, pushing himself down Daniel’s legs to roll the condom on him before eagerly straddling his lap. Daniel was breathing unevenly, his chest rising and falling with an anticipation that did not wane as Fernando sank down and took the head of his cock into his hot welcoming channel.

They both groaned, Daniel somewhere deep in the back of his throat and Fernando loud and ringing as he threw his head back and sank further down, rising up only once to prolong the moment before slamming his hips down and allowing Daniel to fill him up.

Fernando tipped his head forward again, smirking at him as he panted and laid his palms flat against Daniel’s chest. Daniel could only watch him as he began to move, fucking himself on his cock, bouncing and grinding and circling his hips. He just lay back, thrusting his hips up into him for a deeper angle and gripping his hips hard in his hands.

Fernando looked glorious above him, surrounded by the dim light, capturing the gleam of sweat on his face and neck as his mouth fell open and he panted hotly, staring down at him and not once breaking eye contact.

The bed was creaking loudly, the air was rife with the humid feel of sweat and sex and Fernando was groaning, licking his lips and working furiously. When he arced his back and bit his lip Daniel knew what he was going to say and eagerly he anticipated it, tightening his hands on his hips as Fernando peered down at him.

“Fuck me,” he said breathlessly

Daniel nodded guiding him off his cock and turning him around, coaxing him onto all fours. Fernando went easily, legs spreading as he planted his elbows on the bed and Daniel thrust back in, going deeper, pushing hard and striking up a hard, fast pounding rhythm. Fernando moaned, throwing his head back and moving his hips in time with Daniel’s probing thrusts, forcing him deeper, willing him further, his whole body being thrown forward with every deep, movement.

Daniel bit his lip, thrusting his hips erratically and driving his cock inside him again and again, one hand gripping his hip, one hand gripping his shoulder to slam him back. When Fernando cursed in Spanish and dropped his chin to his chest Daniel reached around, wrapping his hand around his cock and furiously pumping in time with his hips. Greedily Fernando accepted the double gift, thrusting forward and pushing back and moaning and whimpering until he came hotly into Daniel’s fist.

“Oh fuck Danny,” he moaned arcing his back and clenching hard around Daniel’s throbbing cock and that was all he needed.

He saw stars as he exploded into him, white, lashing and gloriously satisfying. He resisted the urge to slump forward and instead pulled out, whipping the condom off and throwing it without much thought as to where it landed. Fernando stretched out on his stomach, panting into the crook of his arm until Daniel laid his hands on his hips.

As soon as he did Fernando was rolling over onto his back, spreading his legs invitingly and with a lazy smile he went, crawling over him and settling sleepily.

“I love you,” He said with a grin as he pressed their lips together in an unhurried clench. Fernando smiled back at him and nodded, humming as he closed his eyes.

“And I love you,” he said

Daniel grinned; knowing he would never be tired of hearing those words and lay down, resting his head against Fernando’s shoulder. They lay perfectly still and perfectly silent for one unending moment, basking in the residues of orgasm and listening to the sounds of their breathing as it fanned out into the room.

When Fernando began to fidget beneath him Daniel chuckled and rolled off him, lying down on his back beside him as Fernando sat up and stretched his arms above his head.

“Can I ask you a question” Daniel asked, before he even really knew where his thoughts were taking him.

“I guess,” Fernando said hesitantly, turning a curious expression on him.

“What’s the deal with Mou?” he asked watching carefully as Fernando snapped his head away and a ripple of tension clawed down Fernando’s back.

“He’s an exhibitionist,” came the stoic reply.

Fernando’s voice if not his words were laced with something dark and his demeanour by far out weighed the subject. Something was wrong.

“Meaning?”

Fernando sighed and turned to face him, rolling onto his stomach and propping himself up on his elbows. He met his gaze for a moment that was all too brief before dropping his thoughtful eyes to the embroidered pillow case, his fingers matching the trace of his gaze as he followed the pattern imprinted upon them.

“He likes to see and be seen, he likes to broadcast and showcase and he likes to know when something is… pleasing,” the last word escaped his tongue attached to a bitter smile that spread evenly across his mouth.

“What’s he like?” he asked “to you?”

Fernando sighed and turned back over, sitting up in the bed and running a hand through his hair “he’s fine,” he said but his voice was as close to a lie as Daniel had ever heard in him before.

“Nando?” he asked sitting up and pressing his mouth to the smooth freckled skin of his shoulder.

Fernando swallowed “he’s fine Daniel, I don’t know what else you expect me to say about him he-“

Daniel sighed against his skin and reached up to run his fingers through Fernando’s hair “you’re not a good liar,” he said, the words forming over his skin as Daniel turned his mouth into him.

Fernando let out a low exhale and turned his head to face him, leaning forward just slightly to rest their heads together “he’s difficult, unpleasant and harsh, he has a temper that would see the hardest of men weeping at his feet and-“ he snapped his mouth shut and shook his head, lying back down against the pillows.

Daniel followed, turning to lie down on top of him, draping himself over Fernando’s chest “and?”

“And I don’t like him,” he said simply

Daniel could feel the treacherous weight of the thoughts he’d had a million times settling over him, bearing down on his tongue and in his chest and before he could stop himself they were spilling past his lips; as irrevocable as wine spilling from a glass, a rock tumbling down a hill, it was too late to recall them from the realm of conscious thought.

“Why not leave then?”

The eyes Fernando turned up to him were blazing, blazing hard like a fire that could not be doused and for a moment he was shocked by the sheer intensity of his gaze.

“Because you do not simply leave a man like Mou, you wait for dismissal or you stay! Whores and vagabonds are notorious for their come and go ways, do you think Mou would risk his business like that, no, he wouldn’t and as I make him a lot of money, why would he simply let me leave, he would be a fool indeed and though many things, a fool is something he is not,” he said ominously, his words carrying a ringing weight with them.

“But would you, leave, if you could?” Daniel persisted despite himself

“I can’t,” Fernando replied, tearing his gaze away

“But if you could-“

Fernando huffed impatiently and turned his eyes back up to him.

“Of course I fucking would, no man likes to be owned Daniel,”

Then where was the problem? Daniel knew where his thoughts were taking him, knew which route he was travelling with his line of questioning and he could not deter himself from taking the path, could not stop the idle wonderings of what if that had captured him. The expression on Fernando’s face told him he knew that clearly too.

“Then-“

Fernando shook his head firmly and sat up once more, biting his lip and inhaling deeply to cut off the word he had known Daniel was going to say “I won’t have this conversation with you Daniel,”

Daniel blinked confusedly “Why?”

The face Fernando turned on him was tragic in a way that rang through his entire system, singing with a grief he could not put a name to. He reached forward; brushing his fingers along Daniel’s jaw, tracing the lines of his features and smiling sadly back at him.

“Because it’ll only take me places I can’t go and I’d rather ignore it than make up a future in my head that I’m never going to have, I’d rather have you here with me than imagine us somewhere else that we can never go,”

Daniel nodded and reached up to lay his hand over Fernando’s pressing his cheek into his warm palm “how did you meet him Nando?”

Fernando swallowed “It really wasn’t very interesting, I was a waiter, in a restaurant and Mou was a customer, he asked me when my shift finished, waited around in his flash car outside until I left and told me he had an offer for me,” Fernando shrugged “I’d been desperate for cash, holding down two jobs, working my ass off, struggling… he offered me the kind of money people only dream about, said he’d give me the amount I needed right there and then, in cash, if I’d pay it all back by working for him,”

“Why did you need the money?”

“My dad was dead, my mum was ill… we had a lot of debts and a home and a family and we would probably have ended up on the streets if I hadn’t met him,”

Daniel nodded his head, swallowing over the thick lump that had risen in his throat, trying hard to imagine the impossible situation Fernando had been in.

“You knew what he meant, knew what he was asking you to do for him?” he asked unable to keep the question locked behind his lips

Fernando snorted “people will do a lot of things when they are desperate Danny, everyone has a price,”

“And…” he swallowed “now?”

Fernando’s eyes were dark and his face was as closed as he’d ever seen it “now he takes care of them, so long as I make him so much money,” he said grimly “and as far as I have been made aware my debt is still half owing,”

“What does that mean?”

“It means I’ve only paid half back, he won’t accept the rest off me yet, he’s not a fool, he’s keeping my debt as favours locked away in his deranged head and there is nothing I can do about it, I might as well have sold my soul to the devil, it amounts to the same thing,”

Daniel didn’t know how to reply. He physically couldn’t form the question that was vibrating on his tongue, the question he in that moment saw so much weight in. Instead he just reached up and laid his hand against his cheek and pressed his mouth to his lips and in that moment it was enough.

“I love you,” he said instead to cover over the cracks that had been appearing as they persisted in their dangerous route.

“I love you too,” Fernando said, lying back down and shuffling over to lay his head on Daniel’s chest, putting a stop to the conversation and letting the words unsaid float heavily in the air around them.

Daniel never asked him. But he should have asked. He should have opened his mouth around the words that had in that moment started to circulate. But he didn’t ask, he couldn’t but though the will to speak was dead and dry the words his tongue refused did not dissipate from his mind. Instead, he found they only grew stronger, bolder, more pronounced and louder. Those words, that question, simply never went away. What price will we pay?
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Sorry it's so late, my apologies lovelies. Hopefully it'll be up a little quicker from now on :)