Now and Forever More
Title: Now and Forever More
Rating: PG-13
Length: one-shot
Pairing: David Villa/David Silva
Summary: The phrase "now and forever more" has a whole new meaning.
Warning: Bad grammar and character death
Disclaimer: I own David Silva and David Villa....not.
Author's Notes: I always love David/David pairings so here we go. It all starts with my innocent idea about them having a goodbye conversation, but ends up with character death. Please forgive me because I think the ending somehow fits. If you don't like it, you may hunt me down to my house.
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“Stay,” the black-haired man whispers in a voice too soft to be called ordering.
The other man, who is certainly younger than him, with brown hair and a mole on the left part of his chin, sends him a pained look. “You know I can’t.”
“Why can’t you?”
“You know why....Manchester City will have a match and I....”
“So you think I’m less important than a stupid match?!”
“David....”
“Oh, don’t you ‘David’ me like that! I’ve heard that so many times! And it won’t change the fact that you’re going to leave me for the beloved Manchester City of yours, and who knows what you’re going to do there? You’re going to be far from me and I can’t do anything even if you try to flirt with Adam Johnson and Sergio Aguero and....”
The older man stops mid-rant as the younger man kisses the rest of his words away. Adjusting the position of his lips, he kisses his lover back. The younger man’s tongue tastes like raspberry, probably because of the cake he has bought him earlier. And he has never felt a body so warm, or lips so tender....
After a while, their lips break.
“David Villa Sanchez,” the younger man says, cupping his lover’s cheeks in his hands. “Don’t you ever dare to say that again. I know that you love me and want to be protective over me, but I’m not a kid anymore. I know whom I’m in love with.”
Villa smiles. He always loves the way his lover mentions his full name. “And who is that lucky person, David Josue Jimenez Silva?”
“A certain Spaniard who plays as a striker for Barcelona, was born in Langreo on 3rd December 1981, and has the nickname ‘El Guaje’,” Silva answers, smiling back.
“Sounds like me, then,” Villa kisses him, on his neck this time.
Silva laughs. “It’s you, David. It’s always been you.”
“But I still don’t want you to leave, David,” the older Spaniard whispers quietly, his warm breath ghosting against his lover’s neck.
“We’ll meet again in no time, David.”
“The ‘no time’ you’re talking about is probably months later, David.”
“Patience, David. Learn it.”
“Oh no, you can’t force me to, David. I’m older than you.”
“Ah, you’re going to play your age card now, David?”
“Oh, stop it!” Villa bursts into laughter.
“What?” Silva asks, though he’s laughing too.
“It’s just so funny to hear us calling each other David,” Villa bites his lower lip in a failed attempt to keep himself from laughing more.
“It’s inevitable, since both of our first names are David,” Silva says matter-of-factly. “And speaking about inevitable, it’s also inevitable that I have to go now.”
Villa sighs, running his hand through his lover’s hair. “Alright. But make sure you’ll call me as soon as you arrive, okay?”
“Since when I don’t call you on my first step outside airport? You know how....discipline I am if it’s about you,” Silva laughs again.
Villa smiles. Yes, he knows. He knows that exactly two hours and one minute after Silva’s plane boards, he’ll receive a call from the younger man. He knows, no matter how tired Silva is, Villa is always his priority. And he knows that he should never question the faithfulness of his lover. So, why does he keep Silva so long with him? He won’t be lost or something, right?
“David,” Silva’s voice snaps him back to reality. “Please.”
Villa sighs, loosening his grip on Silva’s hands, feeling like he has just accomplished the most difficult task ever. “Be safe, okay?”
“Why are you so mellow today? You know I’ll be okay,” Silva assures while giving him a light peck on his cheek. “Bye, David. I love you.”
“Love you too, David.” Villa hesitates for a few seconds then quickly adds, “Now and forever more.”
“You’re too sweet, you know,” Silva murmurs as he gives Villa his last hug. Then he bends down to pick his suitcase. “Next time, visit me on Manchester, okay?”
“I will,” Villa promises.
He watches as the younger man walks away, only stops for a while to give Villa his last goodbye wave. Villa waves back, letting a smile slowly formed on his lips as his lover passes the gate and disappears within the crowd.
Then Villa turns around, picks his cellphone from his pocket and sets the alarm clock to ring two hours and one minute later, so that he’ll know whether Silva calls him on time or not.
But both Villa and Silva have no idea that it will be their last meeting. Little do they know that two hours and one minute later, rather than having a romantic chat together on the phone, the plane Silva’s in will crash down on Manchester Airport, leaving only seven survive with severe wounds. And Silva won’t be on the list of survivors.
And of course Villa doesn’t know, as he drives back to his house and glances at his alarm clock every few seconds, that he’ll visit Silva at Manchester tomorrow, though not for the reason he expects.
He’ll never know that when the plane crashes down, Silva’s only thought is, ohh fuck, I can’t call David on time, before the darkness swallows the younger man forever.
And he never imagines before that this time, when he turns his back to Silva, is going to be the start of his depression. And it's going to be for ever. Now and forever more.
FIN
Rating: PG-13
Length: one-shot
Pairing: David Villa/David Silva
Summary: The phrase "now and forever more" has a whole new meaning.
Warning: Bad grammar and character death
Disclaimer: I own David Silva and David Villa....not.
Author's Notes: I always love David/David pairings so here we go. It all starts with my innocent idea about them having a goodbye conversation, but ends up with character death. Please forgive me because I think the ending somehow fits. If you don't like it, you may hunt me down to my house.
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“Stay,” the black-haired man whispers in a voice too soft to be called ordering.
The other man, who is certainly younger than him, with brown hair and a mole on the left part of his chin, sends him a pained look. “You know I can’t.”
“Why can’t you?”
“You know why....Manchester City will have a match and I....”
“So you think I’m less important than a stupid match?!”
“David....”
“Oh, don’t you ‘David’ me like that! I’ve heard that so many times! And it won’t change the fact that you’re going to leave me for the beloved Manchester City of yours, and who knows what you’re going to do there? You’re going to be far from me and I can’t do anything even if you try to flirt with Adam Johnson and Sergio Aguero and....”
The older man stops mid-rant as the younger man kisses the rest of his words away. Adjusting the position of his lips, he kisses his lover back. The younger man’s tongue tastes like raspberry, probably because of the cake he has bought him earlier. And he has never felt a body so warm, or lips so tender....
After a while, their lips break.
“David Villa Sanchez,” the younger man says, cupping his lover’s cheeks in his hands. “Don’t you ever dare to say that again. I know that you love me and want to be protective over me, but I’m not a kid anymore. I know whom I’m in love with.”
Villa smiles. He always loves the way his lover mentions his full name. “And who is that lucky person, David Josue Jimenez Silva?”
“A certain Spaniard who plays as a striker for Barcelona, was born in Langreo on 3rd December 1981, and has the nickname ‘El Guaje’,” Silva answers, smiling back.
“Sounds like me, then,” Villa kisses him, on his neck this time.
Silva laughs. “It’s you, David. It’s always been you.”
“But I still don’t want you to leave, David,” the older Spaniard whispers quietly, his warm breath ghosting against his lover’s neck.
“We’ll meet again in no time, David.”
“The ‘no time’ you’re talking about is probably months later, David.”
“Patience, David. Learn it.”
“Oh no, you can’t force me to, David. I’m older than you.”
“Ah, you’re going to play your age card now, David?”
“Oh, stop it!” Villa bursts into laughter.
“What?” Silva asks, though he’s laughing too.
“It’s just so funny to hear us calling each other David,” Villa bites his lower lip in a failed attempt to keep himself from laughing more.
“It’s inevitable, since both of our first names are David,” Silva says matter-of-factly. “And speaking about inevitable, it’s also inevitable that I have to go now.”
Villa sighs, running his hand through his lover’s hair. “Alright. But make sure you’ll call me as soon as you arrive, okay?”
“Since when I don’t call you on my first step outside airport? You know how....discipline I am if it’s about you,” Silva laughs again.
Villa smiles. Yes, he knows. He knows that exactly two hours and one minute after Silva’s plane boards, he’ll receive a call from the younger man. He knows, no matter how tired Silva is, Villa is always his priority. And he knows that he should never question the faithfulness of his lover. So, why does he keep Silva so long with him? He won’t be lost or something, right?
“David,” Silva’s voice snaps him back to reality. “Please.”
Villa sighs, loosening his grip on Silva’s hands, feeling like he has just accomplished the most difficult task ever. “Be safe, okay?”
“Why are you so mellow today? You know I’ll be okay,” Silva assures while giving him a light peck on his cheek. “Bye, David. I love you.”
“Love you too, David.” Villa hesitates for a few seconds then quickly adds, “Now and forever more.”
“You’re too sweet, you know,” Silva murmurs as he gives Villa his last hug. Then he bends down to pick his suitcase. “Next time, visit me on Manchester, okay?”
“I will,” Villa promises.
He watches as the younger man walks away, only stops for a while to give Villa his last goodbye wave. Villa waves back, letting a smile slowly formed on his lips as his lover passes the gate and disappears within the crowd.
Then Villa turns around, picks his cellphone from his pocket and sets the alarm clock to ring two hours and one minute later, so that he’ll know whether Silva calls him on time or not.
But both Villa and Silva have no idea that it will be their last meeting. Little do they know that two hours and one minute later, rather than having a romantic chat together on the phone, the plane Silva’s in will crash down on Manchester Airport, leaving only seven survive with severe wounds. And Silva won’t be on the list of survivors.
And of course Villa doesn’t know, as he drives back to his house and glances at his alarm clock every few seconds, that he’ll visit Silva at Manchester tomorrow, though not for the reason he expects.
He’ll never know that when the plane crashes down, Silva’s only thought is, ohh fuck, I can’t call David on time, before the darkness swallows the younger man forever.
And he never imagines before that this time, when he turns his back to Silva, is going to be the start of his depression. And it's going to be for ever. Now and forever more.
FIN