Fic: One Night Only? (Part 9)
Title: One Night Only? (Part 9)
Pairing: David Villa/David Silva, Torres/Silva, Sernando, Iker/Cesc
Rating: PG13
Summary: The fallout from Silva and Nando having a little fun. Oh dear.
Disclaimer: This is fictional. There is no proof that any of this happened.
Feedback: Feedback keeps me warm at night
Still very sorry that the cut was so messed on the last section. I still can’t get it to work. Stupid thing.
PART 9
“Sergio!” Fernando gasped, pulling himself up off Silva’s body. Quickly, Silva rolled off the bed, turning away to pull up his pants. He turned back to see Fernando covering himself as if someone was about to take a free kick.
“S-Sergio, this isn’t a big deal,” Fernando started.
“The hell it isn’t. As if it wasn’t bad enough that I had to find out about you and Villa from Cesc, now I have to walk in on this?” The Sevillian was still standing in the exact same spot, his eyes wide in disbelief and shock. Silva glanced up to see Villa glaring at Fernando.
“Look,” Fernando moved forward cautiously, “I’m sorry ok but it’s not like we’re not allowed to. It was your idea. You’ve slept with a million girls in Madrid.”
“It’s hardly the same thing.” Sergio’s voice was getting surprisingly high. “I don’t sleep with other people when I can have you and even if I did I wouldn’t sneak around behind your back like this. I didn’t even know you liked him.”
“Well then I’ll tell you next time,” Fernando reached his hands up nervously to Sergio, trying to pull him closer.
Suddenly Villa pushed past the Real Madrid player to grab at Fernando’s shirt and slam him hard into the wall. Fernando gasped as he collided, surely feeling the bruise he had been given by Villa the day before.
“What did I tell you!?” Villa shouted into the other striker’s face. “I told you to keep away from him.”
“Why?” Fernando shouted back, clawing unsuccessfully at Villa’s hands. “So you could not sleep with him some more?”
It looked for a second like Villa was going to punch the other player and Silva moved forward uncertainly, but Sergio got there first. He forcibly pulled Villa away from his boyfriend. “Fuck off Villa! This is nothing to do with you.”
“What the hell is going on?” Iker leant around the doorframe. Silva covered his face with his hands for a second, but not before spotting a number of other players, attracted by all the shouting, staring in at them.
“Ask that whore,” Villa growled before turning to push past his team mates.
“David, wait!” Silva scrambled over the bed and chased after the other Valencian, avoiding the curious stares of the rest of the team.
“Guess that means the card games over,” he heard Puyol mutter.
When they reached their room Villa slammed the door in Silva’s face but he didn’t let that slow him down.
“David I’m sorry,” he begged, following his team mate into the room.
“I don’t care.” The older man was already shoving his possessions into a bag.
“What are you going?” Silva’s voiced cracked.
“Switching rooms.”
“You can’t. Aragones won’t let you.” Silva moved closer again, tempted to start removing items from the bag to stop Villa from leaving.
“I won’t tell him then. Leave me alone.” He Valencian still hadn’t looked at Silva directly since entering the room.
“Please don’t go. I’m sorry. It was a mistake. I didn’t know it would upset you. You said you just wanted to be friends.” Silva could feel the tears pressing at he back of his eyes but he was determined not to cry.
“I said that because you ran away after we…” Villa paused for a second. “You don’t want me, that’s fine, but seeing you with him of all people, that was too much.”
“He was good enough for you.” Silva couldn’t hide his outrage at Villa’s apparent hypocrisy.
“That was different.” Villa zipped up his bag.
“How? You slept with him. Everyone knows about it. I almost walked in on you remember? I’m not an idiot, I know what I saw.” Silva stared Villa in the eye as he spoke, refusing to feel any worse than he already did.
“It’s different because I wanted to sleep with him. I felt like doing it and it was a one off and no one was supposed to know anyway. He’s just playing with you. You can’t sleep with him.” Villa tried to shove past the other player.
“You can’t tell me who I can and can’t sleep with. If I can’t sleep with Fernando then you can’t sleep with Cesc,” Silva shouted.
“Cesc? Why the hell would I want to sleep with Cesc? He’s a kid.”
“Hey!” The outraged voice came from the other side of the closed door. Pushing Silva out of the way Villa opened the door to reveal Xabi and Cesc staring with wide eyed innocence. “We weren’t listening,” Cesc assured with a nod. Xabi massaged his brow and sighed, “Not suspicious at all Cesc.”
“I’m sleeping in your room tonight,” Villa informed the Catalan who didn’t even have time to reply before Villa turned away and headed towards the other room, his team mates making way for him quietly.
Down the hall Silva could still hear Fernando and Sergio shouting at each other as Iker and some of the others tried to calm the situation down.
“Maybe you two should sit down and talk about this,” Iker tried in vain to stop things from becoming violent.
“I don’t want to talk to him,” Sergio shouted. “He knows the rules and he still fucked everything up.”
“Sergio, I’m sorry,” Fernando sobbed, “I did everything wrong. I didn’t know you’d be this upset, please forgive me.”
“Get off me.” Out the corner of his eye, Silva saw Fernando fall to the ground as Sergio pushed him out of their room. “You can find somewhere else to sleep tonight as well.” The door slammed loudly and Silva heard the lock turn as Fernando scrambled back up and began banging on the door. “Sergio, let me in! Sergio, please.”
With a sigh Silva turned back into his lonely room and closed the door behind him. Falling onto Villa’s dishevelled bed he began to sob brokenly. Not only had he pushed away the man he had possibly been in love with for as long as he remembered but he had also lost his best friend.
Later, as his tears subsided and Fernando’s voice down the hall faded away, Silva head a knock at his door.
“Leave me alone,” he moaned sadly.
“It’s me.” Cesc ducked his head around the door. “And Iker and Xabi. Can we come in?”
“Depends if you’re going to make me feel worse or not,” Silva replied.
“We just want to make sure you’re ok.” Cesc entered slowly and crouched beside the bed to look at Silva. Xabi and Iker hovered in the background unsure if Silva would ask them all to leave again or not.
The small Catalan squeezed Silva’s shoulder comfortingly. “Villa told us what happened. We’re sorry.”
Silva sat up. “Does he hate me?”
“He’s mad, that’s all,” Xabi moved forward to crouch next to Cesc. “He’ll forgive you. Everyone knows he has a soft spot for you.”
Silva dropped his head into his hands, his fingers tugging at his own hair angrily. “Does everyone know what happened?” he asked. “Do they think I’m a slut or an idiot or…”
“No of course not.” Silva felt Iker crouch down with the others. “Most of them don’t even know what happened really.”
Silva sniffed. “How did I mess everything up? How do I make it better?”
“I think you just need to give everyone some time and space,” Xabi advised, squeezing Silva’s knee. “Villa will come round. He obviously likes you a lot.”
“Yeah, we used to take bets on whether or not you were already together or not,” Iker informed him, before Cesc pushed him so that he lost balance and fell back.
“Not that that’s important now,” Cesc gave the captain a look as he righted himself. “Sorry, that’s not the point right now,” Iker agreed.
“I can stay here with you tonight if you don’t want to be alone.” Cesc looked up with wide eyes.
Iker leant over to the Catalan and whispered, “I thought you were staying with me tonight.”
“Shh, we can do that some other time,” Cesc reprimanded gently. “This is more important.”
Iker smiled softly at the midfielder and reached across to gently caress his neck.
“Thanks guys,” Silva whispered, he eyes still watery from crying. “You’re being really nice even after what I did.”
“That’s no problem,” Xabi patted Silva’s knee and stood up, “besides we’re nice guys anyway.”
Iker stood up as well, pulling Cesc with him. “Don’t worry. We’ll look after you all until this thing is sorted out.” Silva looked up gratefully, though his heart still felt too heavy to give a real smile.
Sad!Silva, Angry!Sergio, Remourseful!Nando, Angry!Sad!Villa, Sweet!Cesc. And Puyol got a cameo line. If the cut didn’t work then I am sorry a million times over.
I dunno why I write stuff at the end now.
Pairing: David Villa/David Silva, Torres/Silva, Sernando, Iker/Cesc
Rating: PG13
Summary: The fallout from Silva and Nando having a little fun. Oh dear.
Disclaimer: This is fictional. There is no proof that any of this happened.
Feedback: Feedback keeps me warm at night
Still very sorry that the cut was so messed on the last section. I still can’t get it to work. Stupid thing.
PART 9
“Sergio!” Fernando gasped, pulling himself up off Silva’s body. Quickly, Silva rolled off the bed, turning away to pull up his pants. He turned back to see Fernando covering himself as if someone was about to take a free kick.
“S-Sergio, this isn’t a big deal,” Fernando started.
“The hell it isn’t. As if it wasn’t bad enough that I had to find out about you and Villa from Cesc, now I have to walk in on this?” The Sevillian was still standing in the exact same spot, his eyes wide in disbelief and shock. Silva glanced up to see Villa glaring at Fernando.
“Look,” Fernando moved forward cautiously, “I’m sorry ok but it’s not like we’re not allowed to. It was your idea. You’ve slept with a million girls in Madrid.”
“It’s hardly the same thing.” Sergio’s voice was getting surprisingly high. “I don’t sleep with other people when I can have you and even if I did I wouldn’t sneak around behind your back like this. I didn’t even know you liked him.”
“Well then I’ll tell you next time,” Fernando reached his hands up nervously to Sergio, trying to pull him closer.
Suddenly Villa pushed past the Real Madrid player to grab at Fernando’s shirt and slam him hard into the wall. Fernando gasped as he collided, surely feeling the bruise he had been given by Villa the day before.
“What did I tell you!?” Villa shouted into the other striker’s face. “I told you to keep away from him.”
“Why?” Fernando shouted back, clawing unsuccessfully at Villa’s hands. “So you could not sleep with him some more?”
It looked for a second like Villa was going to punch the other player and Silva moved forward uncertainly, but Sergio got there first. He forcibly pulled Villa away from his boyfriend. “Fuck off Villa! This is nothing to do with you.”
“What the hell is going on?” Iker leant around the doorframe. Silva covered his face with his hands for a second, but not before spotting a number of other players, attracted by all the shouting, staring in at them.
“Ask that whore,” Villa growled before turning to push past his team mates.
“David, wait!” Silva scrambled over the bed and chased after the other Valencian, avoiding the curious stares of the rest of the team.
“Guess that means the card games over,” he heard Puyol mutter.
When they reached their room Villa slammed the door in Silva’s face but he didn’t let that slow him down.
“David I’m sorry,” he begged, following his team mate into the room.
“I don’t care.” The older man was already shoving his possessions into a bag.
“What are you going?” Silva’s voiced cracked.
“Switching rooms.”
“You can’t. Aragones won’t let you.” Silva moved closer again, tempted to start removing items from the bag to stop Villa from leaving.
“I won’t tell him then. Leave me alone.” He Valencian still hadn’t looked at Silva directly since entering the room.
“Please don’t go. I’m sorry. It was a mistake. I didn’t know it would upset you. You said you just wanted to be friends.” Silva could feel the tears pressing at he back of his eyes but he was determined not to cry.
“I said that because you ran away after we…” Villa paused for a second. “You don’t want me, that’s fine, but seeing you with him of all people, that was too much.”
“He was good enough for you.” Silva couldn’t hide his outrage at Villa’s apparent hypocrisy.
“That was different.” Villa zipped up his bag.
“How? You slept with him. Everyone knows about it. I almost walked in on you remember? I’m not an idiot, I know what I saw.” Silva stared Villa in the eye as he spoke, refusing to feel any worse than he already did.
“It’s different because I wanted to sleep with him. I felt like doing it and it was a one off and no one was supposed to know anyway. He’s just playing with you. You can’t sleep with him.” Villa tried to shove past the other player.
“You can’t tell me who I can and can’t sleep with. If I can’t sleep with Fernando then you can’t sleep with Cesc,” Silva shouted.
“Cesc? Why the hell would I want to sleep with Cesc? He’s a kid.”
“Hey!” The outraged voice came from the other side of the closed door. Pushing Silva out of the way Villa opened the door to reveal Xabi and Cesc staring with wide eyed innocence. “We weren’t listening,” Cesc assured with a nod. Xabi massaged his brow and sighed, “Not suspicious at all Cesc.”
“I’m sleeping in your room tonight,” Villa informed the Catalan who didn’t even have time to reply before Villa turned away and headed towards the other room, his team mates making way for him quietly.
Down the hall Silva could still hear Fernando and Sergio shouting at each other as Iker and some of the others tried to calm the situation down.
“Maybe you two should sit down and talk about this,” Iker tried in vain to stop things from becoming violent.
“I don’t want to talk to him,” Sergio shouted. “He knows the rules and he still fucked everything up.”
“Sergio, I’m sorry,” Fernando sobbed, “I did everything wrong. I didn’t know you’d be this upset, please forgive me.”
“Get off me.” Out the corner of his eye, Silva saw Fernando fall to the ground as Sergio pushed him out of their room. “You can find somewhere else to sleep tonight as well.” The door slammed loudly and Silva heard the lock turn as Fernando scrambled back up and began banging on the door. “Sergio, let me in! Sergio, please.”
With a sigh Silva turned back into his lonely room and closed the door behind him. Falling onto Villa’s dishevelled bed he began to sob brokenly. Not only had he pushed away the man he had possibly been in love with for as long as he remembered but he had also lost his best friend.
Later, as his tears subsided and Fernando’s voice down the hall faded away, Silva head a knock at his door.
“Leave me alone,” he moaned sadly.
“It’s me.” Cesc ducked his head around the door. “And Iker and Xabi. Can we come in?”
“Depends if you’re going to make me feel worse or not,” Silva replied.
“We just want to make sure you’re ok.” Cesc entered slowly and crouched beside the bed to look at Silva. Xabi and Iker hovered in the background unsure if Silva would ask them all to leave again or not.
The small Catalan squeezed Silva’s shoulder comfortingly. “Villa told us what happened. We’re sorry.”
Silva sat up. “Does he hate me?”
“He’s mad, that’s all,” Xabi moved forward to crouch next to Cesc. “He’ll forgive you. Everyone knows he has a soft spot for you.”
Silva dropped his head into his hands, his fingers tugging at his own hair angrily. “Does everyone know what happened?” he asked. “Do they think I’m a slut or an idiot or…”
“No of course not.” Silva felt Iker crouch down with the others. “Most of them don’t even know what happened really.”
Silva sniffed. “How did I mess everything up? How do I make it better?”
“I think you just need to give everyone some time and space,” Xabi advised, squeezing Silva’s knee. “Villa will come round. He obviously likes you a lot.”
“Yeah, we used to take bets on whether or not you were already together or not,” Iker informed him, before Cesc pushed him so that he lost balance and fell back.
“Not that that’s important now,” Cesc gave the captain a look as he righted himself. “Sorry, that’s not the point right now,” Iker agreed.
“I can stay here with you tonight if you don’t want to be alone.” Cesc looked up with wide eyes.
Iker leant over to the Catalan and whispered, “I thought you were staying with me tonight.”
“Shh, we can do that some other time,” Cesc reprimanded gently. “This is more important.”
Iker smiled softly at the midfielder and reached across to gently caress his neck.
“Thanks guys,” Silva whispered, he eyes still watery from crying. “You’re being really nice even after what I did.”
“That’s no problem,” Xabi patted Silva’s knee and stood up, “besides we’re nice guys anyway.”
Iker stood up as well, pulling Cesc with him. “Don’t worry. We’ll look after you all until this thing is sorted out.” Silva looked up gratefully, though his heart still felt too heavy to give a real smile.
Sad!Silva, Angry!Sergio, Remourseful!Nando, Angry!Sad!Villa, Sweet!Cesc. And Puyol got a cameo line. If the cut didn’t work then I am sorry a million times over.
I dunno why I write stuff at the end now.