Solitary Confinement
Title: Solitary Confinement
Characters: David Villa, David Silva, Fernando Torres, Sergio Ramos, Iker Casillas
Pairings: Villa/Silva; Sernando
Rating: PG
Word Count: 980
A/N: So my muse turned up and threw this at me ... it didn't quite end up how I wanted it but I'm too tired to tweak it any more
The van juddered to a halt in the courtyard, and Iker Casillas stepped down from the driving seat into the afternoon sunshine. He walked round to the back, took out a set of keys and unlocked the door.
Iker's hand groped for the switch he knew should be just inside the door, flicking it on the van was lit by harsh fluorescent lighting. He walked down the narrow corridor unlocking the doors of the tiny cells. He could tell from one glance who were veterans of this journey and he sighed in exasperation when once again he opened a door to reveal two hot, sweaty bodies entwined, hands roaming greedily over each other; oblivious to anything but the other body.
“Torres! Ramos!" he coughed loudly and stared pointedly into the eyes of dark haired gypsy boy, "I don't want to know how you managed to get him in here", he motioned to the blonde boy who had his face nuzzled into his neck and was still sitting in his lap, "but you better get out, and fast!”
The pair leisurely pulled apart, Sergio allowing the double meaning of Iker's words to hang in the air. “Iker! Didn't think I'd be seeing you again! But then I hadn't planned on getting caught again,” he smirked whilst Fernando busied himself pulling on his clothes so Iker couldn't see his face burning red in embarrassment, and so he could cover the lovebites that were slowly starting to bruise, the angry purple standing out against his otherwise perfectly caramel skin.
Iker shook his head and moved onto the next door which swung open to reveal a curled up ball in the corner. He sighed, and leaned in and placed a hand on the boy's shoulder, shaking him awake. “Silva? End of the line, kid”
David stepped down from the back of the van, his brown eyes blinking rapidly as they slowly adjusted to the harsh afternoon sunlight after the darkness of the van. A cold wind whipped round him, forcing him to pull his thin jacket closer to his slender frame as he looked up at the building in front of him and at the huge black door that was slowly opening in front of him. As his eyes passed over some of the many barred windows he could have sworn that there was a face staring down at him from one but when he looked back it had disappeared.
He shook his head to dislodge the brown hair that had fallen over his eyes as his sneaker clad feet shuffled in the gravel as he stepped out of the van and looked around him. He took a deep breath to calm himself and wiped his glistening eyes, there was no way he was going to cry - he refused to show any signs of weakness. He jumped as the door of the prison van was slammed shut behind him.
"You better get used to doors slamming, kid!" called out Iker not unkindly, when he noticed the movement, breaking the silence. He give the boy a shove towards the door, and he stumbled forward bumping into the willowy blonde boy who seemed to be wearing his t-shirt backwards.
“Silva, right?” the boy asked, putting out a hand to steady him. “I'm Fernando”, he grinned as the smaller boy nodded shyly, not letting go of his arm till Sergio elbowed him in the ribs and pulled him through the door.
David once again looked up at the building in front of him, searching out the window the face had been in earlier and to his surprise he found he hadn't been imagining things - there had been a face in the window, in fact he would swear it was the same striking face that was staring back out at him again now.
He couldn't explain it but there was something drawing him to this face - he couldn't seem to break the spell the boy in the window seemed to have over him and he wasn't sure he really wanted to. He was distracted by a shout from beyond the doorway and when he looked back the face had gone again. Resigned, he moved forward through the doorway and out of the sunshine.
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Up in solitary confinement Prisoner #312817, better known as David Villa was sitting on the bed in the cell and he was bored. It wasn't his fault that he'd got tired of listening to Cesc go on about that stupid TV programme and it wasn't his fault that his drink had accidentally slipped out of his hand as he was walking behind Cesc's chair and it wasn't his fault that Cesc had thought he had done it on purpose and it wasn't his fault that it all lead to an all out food fight. Yet here he was, locked up whilst everyone else got off scot free with nothing to do but stare out of the window at the empty yard below.
Well almost empty, David stood at the window and looked down with interest as the van pulled into the yard as he knew it meant only one thing - new inmates. He watched as Iker unlocked the door and waited to see who would emerge. He looked out and stared at the boy who stumbled out of the van, he looked so small and scared, Villa could sense his fear from his cell. Suddenly the boy looked up and caught Villa's eye. For some reason, Villa stepped back from the window so he couldn't be seen. Maybe it was the vulnerability or maybe it was the innocence, he didn't quite know but there was something that intrigued him about the kid.
He moved back towards the window, leaning his forehead against the cool glass and groaned aloud as he saw Sergio and Fernando emerge from the van. “For fucks sake! They've only been gone a few weeks!” he cursed, slamming his fist on the wall. He turned his attention back to the boy, who was again staring up at the window. He looked down, keeping eye contact with the boy, a smirk playing on his lips as he saw the boy transfixed by him. The boy suddenly looked away and Villa sat back down on the bed, his mind buzzing.
Lying back he closed his eyes and pictured the boy in his mind. Maybe solitary wasn't such a bad place to be after all