The Captain(s) of Madrid
Happy Birthday Fernando Jose Torres Sanz!
Title: The Captain(s) of Madrid
Character: Fernando Torres, Xabi Alonso, Iker Casillas, mentioned Steven Gerrard
Pairing: Iker Casillas/Fernando Torres/Xabi Alonso
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Down from the high of too much obsession. Full of lies.
Word Count: 1800~
Summary: What happen if Fernando Torres was moved straight back to Madrid, after Liverpool on 2011, with all that fire still burning inside of him.
Feedback: Greatly appreciate. Any criticism, correcting mistakes always welcomed.
A worked of a stolen idea, inspired by sophiamoon, because all her fic/drabble, especially this one, is beyond amazing, credits to her. And truly, endlessly thanks to my friend, worldcoup for patiently helping me with everything.
A/N: My first non-AU, or a definitely an AU. This is maybe the negative (or positive?) effect of obsessing Fernando Torres and Real Madrid too much. And I try to entertain my self here, really, imagining Fernando Torres still with that brown locked on his hair, is perfect. And desperately want to forget the fact that Iker and Fernando won't take place in the squad this week. If there's any offended Real Madrid or Fernando Torres fans, I am truly apologize. Enjoy reading!
And happy international break! :(
"Strip." Iker commands.
"What?! Xabi! You said that I just have to-"
"Just have to what, Niño?" Xabi reply calmly
"I, I.." Fernando stutters, still a little stricken at the other two men in the room, his captains, and soon to be teammates
Xabi chuckles. "It's just like the old times, boy. Why are you so nervous?"
"Old times?"
"At Liverpool."
"Liverpool? You mean with Steven Gerrard? That guy had him before me?" Iker turns his head at Xabi, finally tearing his gaze from the freckled boy in front of him at the words he just heard.
"No, Iker. I made sure he laid his hands off your precious boy."
"Good. Save my time not to having kill him." Iker's gaze back to Fernando.
Xabi chuckles again. "Come on, Niño, strip, now."
Iker savors all the glory, his eyes witnessing, standing right there in front of him, inside the sacred captains room at Las Rozas, every wet dream he ever had unfolding, Fernando Torres, dressed in all white was unwrapping his body, the unseen number nine on the back, the black BWIN logo on his chest, the symbol of what the saint had been protect forever, Real Madrid emblem, on his heart.
"Is this really necessary?" Fernando finally speaks up, voice shaking.
"Yes, Niño, hurry before my patient is over."
Fernando Torres officially had transferred back to Madrid, no, not to his beloved childhood club, not to the club where he grew up, but to the club he always hated the most, to the club that always makes him suffer after many losses, endlessly losses, and even the draws, to Real Madrid.
Fernando finally surrenders. Slowly lifts the hem of his jersey.
The older two men hum in appreciation.
"Can it-"
"No, right here, right now." Iker's sharp voice comes out.
Fernando continues his task of undressing the clothes he had been wearing for just a few minutes.
The tension in the room thickens.
Fernando only lefts his boxer on now.
"Boxers, off."
Xabi is quiet now, because he knows his captain wants to be the one who takes the control, as always. Sits on the chair not far from the other two men, at the perfect angle to watch every movement they make.
Fernando's hands are on his boxers now, stripping them down, a dramatic slow motion revealing his juicy cock to the cold of Madrid night summer air.
"This boy, really born a slut." Xabi chuckles inaudible to the other two men. Fernando was always successfully in covering his true form safely with his innocent looks.
Iker licks his lips in pure satisfaction.
"Now, come here, number nine, captain's order."
Fernando never could deny and disobey captain's order. He takes a step towards Iker who was seated firmly like a king who sits in his throne.
As Fernando stops just a few inch in front of Iker, the older man closes the gap between them by forcefully grabbing Fernando's hips. "You're so slow, Torres, I don't want to see this slowness anymore at Real Madrid."
Fernando keeps silent.
"Why are you so quiet, hmm? I bet I could makes you a louder man, Niño." Iker suddenly grabs Fernando's full length.
The younger man only gasps.
Xabi's hand drops in front of his own pants.
Iker gives Fernando’s cock a squeeze and starts jerking him off.
Fernando moans. Closes his eyes in bliss.
"That's better." Iker smirks.
Iker’s warm hand is a delightful contrast to the cold skin of Fernando's cock. He keeps his fist tight around the length of Fernando’s dick, teasing twisting at the head of it so his hand brushes over the slit.
Fernando's hands are on Iker's shoulder for support.
Then Iker bow his head down, slips his tongue out to slightly taste Fernando's pre-come.
Fernando moans again.
Iker hums at the sound. Puts his mouth on the swollen deep red beautiful cock in front of him.
Fernando moans, again, again, and again, bucking forward into Iker's hot mouth.
But Iker pulls out. "Xabi."
Fernando's closed eyes open again, in curiosity. Turning his head to looks at Xabi.
Xabi gets up from his comfortable seat. Digging into his back pocket, he pulls out small tube and pours into Iker's hand the slick content of the lube.
It's Iker's turn to chuckle now, "Who allowed you to look away from me, Fernando Torres?"
Fernando shivers and looks straight back into Iker's lustful eyes. Iker's gaze is melting his body down.
Iker moves his now cold hand, tracing Fernando hips, his thigh, his ass, until finally teasing his entrance.
Fernando gasps and tightens his grips on Iker's shoulder.
Iker slips one, two fingers into Fernando's tight hole, scissoring it open, finds Fernando's prostate without any difficulty.
Xabi releases his own caged erection, palms it, as he watching them, waiting for Iker's next command.
Fernando's moans increase, of course.
"Louder." Iker keeps hitting Fernando at the perfect spot until Fernando can't hold it anymore.
"Iker.." Fernando finally whines.
"Hmm?" Iker still has his fingers in Fernando.
"Please.."
"Huh? What did you say?" Iker's voice teases him as much as his fingers do.
"Iker, please.." Fernando repeats.
Iker pulls out his fingers from Fernando, then stands up. "I can't hear you, Torres."
Fernando wraps his arm around Iker's neck, and whispers desperately into Iker's ear. "Please fuck me.."
"Alonso, did you hear what he just said?"
"No, Captain." Xabi replies.
"Ik- Captain, I beg you, I am begging you to fuck me, here, now, just fuck me, Captain, please, please.." Fernando says, sexually frustrated.
"Good, I could hear that." Iker puts his lips against Fernando's soft ones. Suck at his bottom lip, getting his tongue on his mouth.
"Xabi." Iker pulls out and turns Fernando almost forcefully, the younger man surprised at the sudden movement, but Xabi catches him safely.
Fernando could hear the sound of zipper and dropping clothes on the floor behind him.
Iker's hand on Fernando's inner thigh, spread him as wide as it possibly be.
"Hold on to me." Xabi brushes Fernando's brown locks, and kiss his cheeks softly.
"Huh?" The striker says, confused.
"Just do what I said." Xabi puts Fernando's arms around his shoulder and neck.
Iker's big cock enters Fernando in an one rough move.
"FU-"
Xabi silences Fernando with his mouth in time before he wakens up the entire La Roja.
All Fernando's moans and pornographically sounds seems to fall directly into Xabi's throat.
"Xabi, he can't breathe. Let him go,"
Iker commands. Xabi complies.
Fernando places his head on Xabi's shoulder, panting right into the Basque's ear.
Iker, meanwhile, is violently thrusting inside and out of Fernando's clenched muscles. He moves his hand toward the front of Fernando's body, pushing it downward, and downward until he finds what he's looking for.
Xabi places his hand above Iker's fist on Fernando's full length. They pump it fast and hard together.
Iker and Xabi share such intimate gaze, that only they understood. Understanding of pure pleasure. And they kiss, passionately, Fernando trapped in between. They exchange every taste that is full Fernando on their mouth.
"Mmm," comes an appreciative sound from the youngest.
The rhythm that the three of them create is perfect.
Iker ends the kiss and silently commands Xabi to fasten their pace. No teasing, no easing, no slowing anymore, because he is nearly over the edge.
Iker's orgasm fills Fernando's body. Fernando melts down from the feeling of it.
Iker and Xabi's hands are still working, pumping Fernando until he comes, hard, all over their entwined hands. Fernando feels like a new born man.
Iker catches Fernando's slack body safely. He gives a kiss to Fernando's shoulder blade. "Xabier, your turn."
"Wha-"
Xabi lifts Fernando thighs and wraps it to his firm waist while Iker holds his upper body.
"Wait, wait" Fernando manages to chokes out despite his heavenly state.
"What's wrong Fernando? Don't you want to feel the delightful taste of your vice-captain's cock either?" Iker speaks seductively right into Fernando's ear.
"He'll never resist me Iker, he just being shy in front of you. Right, Niño?" Xabi teases Fernando with his voice and his fingers on Fernando's ass, just like Iker did before.
Indeed, because Fernando bucks his hips up to Xabi's finger.
"See?"
"Uh-huh." Iker gives his approving sound. And moves his hand once more, to Fernando's abandoned dick.
Fernando gasps loudly. And surrenders.
If Iker is all fast and hard, Xabi is slow and gentle. He sinks into Fernando, inch by inch, pulls out and pushes back in, so that Fernando can feel everything, every movement Xabi makes. And Xabi already knows by heart where he should put his cock, and in no time, finds Fernando's spot, that sends the younger man see sparkling stars.
Of course, Fernando is already hard again, with Iker's hand all over him too. Fernando feels like the older two men are all over him and consuming him greedily. But hell, he is lying if he deny he fucking enjoy it as well too.
Xabi doesn't need much time to reach his climax, because the feel of Fernando's tight muscles heat around his cock and the sight of Iker's lustful gaze in front of him is enough to sends him straight to heaven.
Xabi places his hand with Iker's one on Fernando's cock once more, and with one, two movements only, successfully cause the brunette to faint in their arms.
They carry Fernando to the bed, put him gently on the white clean sheet.
Iker gives his final touch, climb onto the bed, bowing down, and sucking at the talented boy's chest, where his Real Madrid crest will take place, giving his approving mark. Ends it with a genuine kiss.
"Now, he definitely will score on his first game."
Xabi and Iker smiles proudly at the golden boy in front of them.
-------
Because this is how Real Madrid welcoming you.
P.S: I know! Sorry Karim Benzema!
Title: The Captain(s) of Madrid
Character: Fernando Torres, Xabi Alonso, Iker Casillas, mentioned Steven Gerrard
Pairing: Iker Casillas/Fernando Torres/Xabi Alonso
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Down from the high of too much obsession. Full of lies.
Word Count: 1800~
Summary: What happen if Fernando Torres was moved straight back to Madrid, after Liverpool on 2011, with all that fire still burning inside of him.
Feedback: Greatly appreciate. Any criticism, correcting mistakes always welcomed.
A worked of a stolen idea, inspired by sophiamoon, because all her fic/drabble, especially this one, is beyond amazing, credits to her. And truly, endlessly thanks to my friend, worldcoup for patiently helping me with everything.
A/N: My first non-AU, or a definitely an AU. This is maybe the negative (or positive?) effect of obsessing Fernando Torres and Real Madrid too much. And I try to entertain my self here, really, imagining Fernando Torres still with that brown locked on his hair, is perfect. And desperately want to forget the fact that Iker and Fernando won't take place in the squad this week. If there's any offended Real Madrid or Fernando Torres fans, I am truly apologize. Enjoy reading!
And happy international break! :(
"Strip." Iker commands.
"What?! Xabi! You said that I just have to-"
"Just have to what, Niño?" Xabi reply calmly
"I, I.." Fernando stutters, still a little stricken at the other two men in the room, his captains, and soon to be teammates
Xabi chuckles. "It's just like the old times, boy. Why are you so nervous?"
"Old times?"
"At Liverpool."
"Liverpool? You mean with Steven Gerrard? That guy had him before me?" Iker turns his head at Xabi, finally tearing his gaze from the freckled boy in front of him at the words he just heard.
"No, Iker. I made sure he laid his hands off your precious boy."
"Good. Save my time not to having kill him." Iker's gaze back to Fernando.
Xabi chuckles again. "Come on, Niño, strip, now."
Iker savors all the glory, his eyes witnessing, standing right there in front of him, inside the sacred captains room at Las Rozas, every wet dream he ever had unfolding, Fernando Torres, dressed in all white was unwrapping his body, the unseen number nine on the back, the black BWIN logo on his chest, the symbol of what the saint had been protect forever, Real Madrid emblem, on his heart.
"Is this really necessary?" Fernando finally speaks up, voice shaking.
"Yes, Niño, hurry before my patient is over."
Fernando Torres officially had transferred back to Madrid, no, not to his beloved childhood club, not to the club where he grew up, but to the club he always hated the most, to the club that always makes him suffer after many losses, endlessly losses, and even the draws, to Real Madrid.
Fernando finally surrenders. Slowly lifts the hem of his jersey.
The older two men hum in appreciation.
"Can it-"
"No, right here, right now." Iker's sharp voice comes out.
Fernando continues his task of undressing the clothes he had been wearing for just a few minutes.
The tension in the room thickens.
Fernando only lefts his boxer on now.
"Boxers, off."
Xabi is quiet now, because he knows his captain wants to be the one who takes the control, as always. Sits on the chair not far from the other two men, at the perfect angle to watch every movement they make.
Fernando's hands are on his boxers now, stripping them down, a dramatic slow motion revealing his juicy cock to the cold of Madrid night summer air.
"This boy, really born a slut." Xabi chuckles inaudible to the other two men. Fernando was always successfully in covering his true form safely with his innocent looks.
Iker licks his lips in pure satisfaction.
"Now, come here, number nine, captain's order."
Fernando never could deny and disobey captain's order. He takes a step towards Iker who was seated firmly like a king who sits in his throne.
As Fernando stops just a few inch in front of Iker, the older man closes the gap between them by forcefully grabbing Fernando's hips. "You're so slow, Torres, I don't want to see this slowness anymore at Real Madrid."
Fernando keeps silent.
"Why are you so quiet, hmm? I bet I could makes you a louder man, Niño." Iker suddenly grabs Fernando's full length.
The younger man only gasps.
Xabi's hand drops in front of his own pants.
Iker gives Fernando’s cock a squeeze and starts jerking him off.
Fernando moans. Closes his eyes in bliss.
"That's better." Iker smirks.
Iker’s warm hand is a delightful contrast to the cold skin of Fernando's cock. He keeps his fist tight around the length of Fernando’s dick, teasing twisting at the head of it so his hand brushes over the slit.
Fernando's hands are on Iker's shoulder for support.
Then Iker bow his head down, slips his tongue out to slightly taste Fernando's pre-come.
Fernando moans again.
Iker hums at the sound. Puts his mouth on the swollen deep red beautiful cock in front of him.
Fernando moans, again, again, and again, bucking forward into Iker's hot mouth.
But Iker pulls out. "Xabi."
Fernando's closed eyes open again, in curiosity. Turning his head to looks at Xabi.
Xabi gets up from his comfortable seat. Digging into his back pocket, he pulls out small tube and pours into Iker's hand the slick content of the lube.
It's Iker's turn to chuckle now, "Who allowed you to look away from me, Fernando Torres?"
Fernando shivers and looks straight back into Iker's lustful eyes. Iker's gaze is melting his body down.
Iker moves his now cold hand, tracing Fernando hips, his thigh, his ass, until finally teasing his entrance.
Fernando gasps and tightens his grips on Iker's shoulder.
Iker slips one, two fingers into Fernando's tight hole, scissoring it open, finds Fernando's prostate without any difficulty.
Xabi releases his own caged erection, palms it, as he watching them, waiting for Iker's next command.
Fernando's moans increase, of course.
"Louder." Iker keeps hitting Fernando at the perfect spot until Fernando can't hold it anymore.
"Iker.." Fernando finally whines.
"Hmm?" Iker still has his fingers in Fernando.
"Please.."
"Huh? What did you say?" Iker's voice teases him as much as his fingers do.
"Iker, please.." Fernando repeats.
Iker pulls out his fingers from Fernando, then stands up. "I can't hear you, Torres."
Fernando wraps his arm around Iker's neck, and whispers desperately into Iker's ear. "Please fuck me.."
"Alonso, did you hear what he just said?"
"No, Captain." Xabi replies.
"Ik- Captain, I beg you, I am begging you to fuck me, here, now, just fuck me, Captain, please, please.." Fernando says, sexually frustrated.
"Good, I could hear that." Iker puts his lips against Fernando's soft ones. Suck at his bottom lip, getting his tongue on his mouth.
"Xabi." Iker pulls out and turns Fernando almost forcefully, the younger man surprised at the sudden movement, but Xabi catches him safely.
Fernando could hear the sound of zipper and dropping clothes on the floor behind him.
Iker's hand on Fernando's inner thigh, spread him as wide as it possibly be.
"Hold on to me." Xabi brushes Fernando's brown locks, and kiss his cheeks softly.
"Huh?" The striker says, confused.
"Just do what I said." Xabi puts Fernando's arms around his shoulder and neck.
Iker's big cock enters Fernando in an one rough move.
"FU-"
Xabi silences Fernando with his mouth in time before he wakens up the entire La Roja.
All Fernando's moans and pornographically sounds seems to fall directly into Xabi's throat.
"Xabi, he can't breathe. Let him go,"
Iker commands. Xabi complies.
Fernando places his head on Xabi's shoulder, panting right into the Basque's ear.
Iker, meanwhile, is violently thrusting inside and out of Fernando's clenched muscles. He moves his hand toward the front of Fernando's body, pushing it downward, and downward until he finds what he's looking for.
Xabi places his hand above Iker's fist on Fernando's full length. They pump it fast and hard together.
Iker and Xabi share such intimate gaze, that only they understood. Understanding of pure pleasure. And they kiss, passionately, Fernando trapped in between. They exchange every taste that is full Fernando on their mouth.
"Mmm," comes an appreciative sound from the youngest.
The rhythm that the three of them create is perfect.
Iker ends the kiss and silently commands Xabi to fasten their pace. No teasing, no easing, no slowing anymore, because he is nearly over the edge.
Iker's orgasm fills Fernando's body. Fernando melts down from the feeling of it.
Iker and Xabi's hands are still working, pumping Fernando until he comes, hard, all over their entwined hands. Fernando feels like a new born man.
Iker catches Fernando's slack body safely. He gives a kiss to Fernando's shoulder blade. "Xabier, your turn."
"Wha-"
Xabi lifts Fernando thighs and wraps it to his firm waist while Iker holds his upper body.
"Wait, wait" Fernando manages to chokes out despite his heavenly state.
"What's wrong Fernando? Don't you want to feel the delightful taste of your vice-captain's cock either?" Iker speaks seductively right into Fernando's ear.
"He'll never resist me Iker, he just being shy in front of you. Right, Niño?" Xabi teases Fernando with his voice and his fingers on Fernando's ass, just like Iker did before.
Indeed, because Fernando bucks his hips up to Xabi's finger.
"See?"
"Uh-huh." Iker gives his approving sound. And moves his hand once more, to Fernando's abandoned dick.
Fernando gasps loudly. And surrenders.
If Iker is all fast and hard, Xabi is slow and gentle. He sinks into Fernando, inch by inch, pulls out and pushes back in, so that Fernando can feel everything, every movement Xabi makes. And Xabi already knows by heart where he should put his cock, and in no time, finds Fernando's spot, that sends the younger man see sparkling stars.
Of course, Fernando is already hard again, with Iker's hand all over him too. Fernando feels like the older two men are all over him and consuming him greedily. But hell, he is lying if he deny he fucking enjoy it as well too.
Xabi doesn't need much time to reach his climax, because the feel of Fernando's tight muscles heat around his cock and the sight of Iker's lustful gaze in front of him is enough to sends him straight to heaven.
Xabi places his hand with Iker's one on Fernando's cock once more, and with one, two movements only, successfully cause the brunette to faint in their arms.
They carry Fernando to the bed, put him gently on the white clean sheet.
Iker gives his final touch, climb onto the bed, bowing down, and sucking at the talented boy's chest, where his Real Madrid crest will take place, giving his approving mark. Ends it with a genuine kiss.
"Now, he definitely will score on his first game."
Xabi and Iker smiles proudly at the golden boy in front of them.
-------
Because this is how Real Madrid welcoming you.
P.S: I know! Sorry Karim Benzema!