Fic: Dani Alves/Lionel Messi, Ibrahim Afellay, NC-17
Title: In The End, It Doesn't Really Matter
Pairing: Dani Alves/Lionel Messi, mentions of Ibrahim Afellay
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: no
Word Count: 733
Disclaimer: Not true. Not a word of truth here. I know it, and you should know it too.
Summary: Dani's not happy with Ibrahim's open interest in Leo, but realises it doesn't matter.
Notes: Written for the prompt "are you sure?" during commentporn weekend and somewhat inspired by the pic inside.
He's not used to sharing him with anyone, but the boy doesn't seem to understand it. Maybe it's the language barrier, or the naivety of the youth, but he's persistent. Smiles easily and makes his way to Leo like it's his right, like he can come between them at that very moment, when Leo's all his, his, his and hug them both. Easily. Insistently.
Dani doesn't like it. He doesn't like it at all. But Leo smiles and lets Ibrahim hold him, smiling straight at Dani and he softens immediately. Maybe it's not that bad. It's just a hug. They're just celebrating.
But Ibrahim is there again the next game, and then the one after it, and Dani's not sure if he should have dismissed the boy so easily. Leo doesn't seem to notice that the boy is allowing himself more and more liberties, hugging him tightly, smiling at him, looking at him beneath his lashes, so painfully obvious and eager that only Leo could ever miss that.
Dani knows that look, even if Leo doesn't recognise it. It's a promise, a promise Ibrahim would most certainly keep, should Leo call him on it.
But Dani's not going to let him. He doesn't care that the boy doesn't understand, he doesn't care if he's too stupid or too naïve to realise certain things.
He doesn't care. Leo is his, has been his all this time, and it's not going to change just because an eager new boy thought he could have whatever he wanted.
Dani looks at him all the time now - not too obviously, not enough to make him feel threatened, but enough to see it all the more clearly. That look in Ibrahim's eyes when he looks at Leo. Dark. Longing. Desperately hopeful.
Almost endearing.
He looks at Leo now, not as surreptitiously as he probably wants it to be; right across the locker room, like there weren't other people standing between them.
Dani looks as Ibrahim smiles at Leo and Leo looks up and smiles back at him.
There is something about that smile, something Dani can't really name, but it makes his heart constrict painfully.
Time for a new plan.
He's not changed his mind. Leo, by all rights, is still his - there can be no doubt about that. Dani's sure about it, and he's sure Leo doesn't doubt that either.
But sometimes - more often than not, really - he understands Leo better than Leo understands himself. Pressed against Leo's back, his hand rough on Leo's cock, whispering lewd, hot words into Leo's ear as he pounds into him, almost lost in heat and need and this desire that doesn't seem to dwindle no matter how many times they've done it, no matter how many times he'd had him like that - eager and openly needy, desperate for him, moaning incoherently until he drove Dani wild and made him lose control, he suddenly thinks of the boy. He whispers his thoughts into Leo's ear, feels him stiffen in his arms, shocked by Dani's words, but he doesn't let go.
"It's ok," his hand moves faster on Leo's cock, "I know you want to... You can have him. We can have him. It doesn't have to change anything."
"It… it doesn't?" Leo turns to look at him, eyes so wide and hesitant and hopeful that Dani almost laughs with relief. He kisses Leo's lips softly and shakes his head.
"It really doesn't," he whispers, "think about it. Really think about it," he thrusts into Leo, hard and deep, suddenly turned on by the idea too. Suddenly, all he can think about is Ibrahim, on his knees, sucking Leo off while Dani is watching. Or while Dani's right there with them, pushing his hard cock into Leo's tight arse, whispering dirty suggestions as Leo fucks the boy's mouth.
"Are you sure?" Leo asks, shuddering in Dani's arms. It's obvious he's thought about it. It's obvious, from the way he moves against Dani, harder and faster, that he liked the idea.
"Yes," Dani says, "It'll be wonderful."
"Oh," Leo cries and comes into his hand.
Dani smiles and kisses the back of Leo's neck. He's made the right choice. He always knows - even if Leo doesn't. And it doesn't matter. Nothing can change the fact that in the end, it'll always be like this. Leo and him. Him and Leo. Always his.