Alphabet (S, T)
Title: Alphabet (S, T)
Parts: A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | U | V | W | X | Y | Z
Pairing: Daniel Agger/Fernando Torres
Rating: PG-13, NC-17
Disclaimer: It sucks always having to come up with new ways to say how much they don't belong to me.
Summary: Part of the Alphabet Challenge.
A/N: I have no clue what to say. I don't even know where the first one came from. I don't even think it makes much sense. But damn, the second one was fun. :D
Shattered
Shards of a mirror, red around the edges. Too many splinters missing, they don’t fit anymore.
What is it?
A bizarre web of cracks. Red smears on hands.
Bathroom. The shower over there… for a moment water pelts down, steams up the glass, a luxurious moan.
Not anymore.
Doubt…
Lost faith, uncertainty, distance, scepticism, coolness, loss, abandonment, disappointment.
Doubt.
A raw web of splinters on the ground. All broken. In the mirror… a hole. Nothing but wall, framed by a few jags.
Slippery hands. Sweat and blood. A few tears.
Are you serious?
No kindness. No reaction. No smile.
Do you really think…?
Was there ever a picture? Something that fit? A sense?
Must have broken with the mirror. Nothing left. Only a few shards.
No sense anymore.
Guess I have to.
Has never been broken. Cracked maybe. Just a tiny bit. Now and then, a long time ago. Not for a long time.
But never broken.
Never broken.
Never, never, never, never…
There used to be sense. Has always been there.
But I…
Cuts in those hands. In the shower water pelts down again. Soft humming this time. Often heard. Laughter.
Not anymore.
Trembling, choked sobs.
Outside the sun passes. Towards the horizon. Unnoticed.
The shards still don’t fit. Red around the edges. Don’t fit. Won’t ever again.
Never, ever again.
Truth
“Truth or Dare, Torres?”
Fernando slowly raised his head from where he was lying on one of the divans, finding that the neck of the bottle was pointing straight at him, and looked over at Xabi Alonso who had voiced the question.
“Dare,” he said and watched how a smile that he really didn’t like spread on the other’s lips, too calculating, too satisfied, too smug. A round of cackling and hooting went through the group of teenagers scattered in a circle across the room, but Fernando just held Xabi’s gaze and ignored them. He’d always been able to deal with the dares thrown his way, so whatever.
It wasn’t exactly like they did this because they liked each other. No, in fact there were a few major assholes in the group of people that was meeting here regularly as far as Fernando was concerned. But, well. They were the male elite of New York’s Upper East Side youth, representatives of different schools, and in a subtle but constant rat race. On top of that they were rich, they had it all, and they were bored out of their minds. So when together and playing their little power games they got up to outrageous things they would, if ever asked, deny with innocent smiles to their parents, but the dynamics in effect here weren’t something adults would ever understand. It was a ruthless challenge. Truths were to be answered with nothing but the truth, dares would be acted out no matter what. Because woe betide the first one who would ever fail.
“Very well,” Xabi said slowly and lazily drew on his cigarette, holding Fernando’s gaze while he blew out the smoke. “I dare you to let Agger fuck you.”
The instant the words had left his mouth, there was jeering, leering and laughter all over the place, only the two parties it concerned reacted with a simultaneous, indignant “What?!”
Instinctively Fernando looked over to where Daniel Agger was sitting and was met with a look of loathing that was more than likely mirrored on his own face, and quickly redirected his scowl at Alonso who looked, unsurprisingly, completely unfazed.
He had tried not to make it too obvious how much he couldn’t stand the teenager with the freckles and the tattoos, a feeling that seemed pretty mutual, for fear of something exactly like this. It was impossible to hide a certain dislike though, but he had hoped it didn’t look deeper than with Terry or Skrtel or Ashley Cole.
Trust Xabi Alonso to ruin this.
“God, you couldn’t come up with anything more inventive?” Fernando tried to play this down, but inside he was seething and it probably showed.
“Don’t be such a princess,” Lampard snorted and Stevie laughed.
“Yeah, where’s the problem? You went and sucked off Ronaldo without complaints when we dared you to.”
“Yeah, but he’s a slut and fucking easy.”
“Pot calling the cattle black…” the Portuguese whistled and grinned when Fernando glared at him.
“Besides, Danny boy here is fucking easy too,” Stevie concluded with a shrug at which Daniel, who had regained his composure by now, drawled, “What makes you think I’d even want to touch that?”
There was a collective snort but it was Terry who answered with a leer. “Tell me you’d say no to that face and I’d call you a liar.”
“You’re a fucking pervert, Terry,” Fernando sneered but then looked at Xabi again to see if the challenge was actually standing. His gaze was returned with a soft but devious grin curling around the corners of his mouth.
“Come on, Torres. I dare you.”
Fernando clenched his fists and dug his nails so hard into his palms it hurt. For once the room was silent, awaiting his move even though it wasn’t like he really had a choice. He couldn’t back down from a dare, no matter how much he wanted to. And neither could Daniel, really.
So in the end Fernando clenched his teeth, got up and drew his shirt over his head among the whistles and hoots of the others. He didn’t pause at his jeans or his black boxer briefs, and only when he was standing naked before his divan did he look over at Daniel again.
“Get the fuck up, I haven’t got all night.”
Even though the others snickered, Daniel looked completely unimpressed as he finally got to his feet and tugged his own shirt over his head and undid his belt before raising his hand to catch first a condom package and then a small tube of lube Vidic had thrown him with a grin.
Fernando made a softly disgusted sound and turned away, kneeling on the divan with its backrest as leverage for his hands. He didn’t have to wait long.
“Like this? Really?” Daniel drawled behind him and Fernando’s hands tightened around the backrest.
“What, think I’m gonna do it looking into your face?”
He could hear Sergio, Miki and Cris laughing while Daniel only shrugged.
“Suit yourself.”
A hand on his back applied pressure and forced his upper body further down, and Fernando only bit his lower lip, rested his forehead on his forearm and forced himself to relax. He was determined to get through this with as little fuss as possible, let that asshole come and be done with it. So he only rolled his eyes when two lube-cold fingers pressed into his entrance.
“Oh my God, will you get on with it? What do you think I am, a virgin?”
“Nope,” Daniel answered nonchalantly next to his ear but retrieved his fingers and replaced them with his cock, sliding into him with a measured but fluid stroke that actually made Fernando gasp for breath as he discovered that Daniel was after all a little bigger than he had expected. “I think you’re a whore.”
“Oh burn,” Cole laughed but Fernando chose to ignore it and only sighed as if bored. Daniel gripped his hips and drew back until only the head was still inside before sliding back in, repeating the move a few times in an unhurried pace, and Fernando relaxed and just let him do whatever he wanted, didn’t even really react when he hit the bundle of nerves that made his insides tingle and his muscles tighten a little. Not even the second or third time had him worried. But then, as if someone had flipped a switch, the thrusts gained speed, purpose, force, and every single fucking one nailed his prostate.
Fernando clamped his eyes tightly shut, bit down hard on his lower lip and tried to shift, but the hands on his hips were holding him firmly in place and gave him no chance of getting away. So he shuddered and tried to hold it together but found that it was damn well impossible. Not only was the size and length, as he loathed to admit, fucking perfect, but the pace and intensity of the thrusts, the angle, the little flicks of his hips eventually had him shaking as if on drugs, and Fernando felt himself flush in embarrassment as he finally couldn’t hold in that moan anymore that had been lodged in his throat and he realised that he couldn’t adhere to that promise he had made himself.
Fuck you, Daniel Agger!
It got worse when he felt lips descending on the juncture of his throat and shoulder, biting, sucking, and Fernando tried to shake him off, but his “No!” was unsteady and ended in a whimper that felt a lot like humiliation. His body was finally forced into orgasm and submitted, shuddering silently as Fernando bit his lip so hard that the copper taste of blood appeared on his tongue and he spilled himself into Daniel’s hand that had found its way around their bodies.
He panted and tried to regain the control over his body that had been taken from him, wanting to raise himself up on his shaky legs as soon as he felt Daniel withdrawing, but before he really knew what was happening, he was being flipped over onto his back and one of his legs hooked over Daniel’s shoulder. Fernando blinked in confusion until he saw Daniel stroking his still very hard erection, slicking himself back up with Fernando’s release.
He started struggling immediately.
“What the fuck are you doing?? I’m done!”
“I’m not,” Daniel simply stated and had no trouble at all putting an end to Fernando’s sluggish, wobbly attempts at escape and holding him down.
“No, stop it, you fucking -”
“Shut up and take it, Torres.”
And as much as he wanted to answer, he was rendered incapable as Daniel thrust back into his still over-sensitive entrance and forced a strangled sound from him, and Fernando wanted to spit out curses, but for a moment their eyes locked and it all got stuck in his throat at the raw intensity.
He didn’t get time to breathe or adjust or prepare but was immediately assaulted again with those powerful, precise thrusts that had pushed him over the edge that first time, and his over-stimulated nerves were responding instantly, wracking his body and robbing him of rational thinking. He was hard again in a matter of moments.
Fernando had long since given up trying to be quiet, he could only squeeze his eyes shut and listen to the almost delirious sounds that were drawn from him, the rhythm with which he was fucked wild and steady at the same time, sharp, still ridiculously precise stabs, and somewhere in the back of his mind it dawned on him that no one had ever made him lose control like that before.
By then he was too far gone though to hate the fact that it was all because of Daniel Agger. He came again with a choked sob and was fucked right through his orgasm until it almost hurt and he shook his head and weakly tried to push Daniel off. Relief flooded him when he actually, amazingly felt the other boy retreat, and he slumped back in exhaustion, blinking through blurred vision. And he could only watch as Daniel ripped the condom off, stroke himself two, three times and finally came right onto Fernando’s already stained stomach.
The blond teenager shuddered and turned his face away in utter mortification.
It was silent after that, only soft, panted breaths echoing in the humid air, and Fernando closed his legs and tried to drag himself up into a sitting position just as he was hit with a towel right in his face. When he had drawn it off and his gaze inevitably fell onto the others, he saw that he and Daniel weren’t the only ones that had gotten off and that the Dane, standing with his back to him, was just pulling his jeans back up over his hips.
Xabi was the first to break the silence, and there was that smile again that sent a shudder down Fernando’s spine.
“Well done, Niño.”
As if on cue the others started talking again almost simultaneously, but Fernando ignored them and forced his still sluggish hands into cleaning himself up and putting some clothes back on while the game went on around him, Daniel obviously having taken his place in coming up with the next challenge. And he was glad about the brief respite, about sinking back down onto his divan and giving his body time to get down from the adrenaline high, about being ignored and entertaining the hope that this was over and done with and no one would mention it again.
Only that about ten minutes later, the bottleneck was tauntingly pointing at him again, and Skrtel’s measuring grin wasn’t better in any way.
“Truth or Dare, Torres?”
For a moment Fernando wished he were invisible. And he knew that he couldn’t take another dare right now, so there was only one other possibility left for him that he forced out, voice dry and parched.
“Truth.”
He wondered if he had made a mistake when he saw Daniel leaning over from where he was sitting again next to Martin and muttering something to him, and the grin on the his face widened.
“So, Torres… give us the truth. Was this the best fuck you ever had?”
Fernando closed his eyes.
There were no words for how much he hated Daniel Agger.
“Yes.”