Title Invidia
Author:
beautiful_gameFandom: Football RPS
Characters/Pairing: Luis Garcia (Xabi Alonso mentioned)
Prompt: Envy
Word Count: 886
Rating: R
Author's Notes: Many thanks to lovely
ivorylasenza for the beta of this one. Like the previous parts, this deals heavily with religious subjects and taboos.
Thursday
"Bendígame, Padre, porque he pecado."
Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.
Today the Padre speaks out his thoughts, unlike yesterday when he was just taken aback, but kept quiet. Today he greets Luis with the words, “It’s you again, Son?”
Luis doesn’t look at him - not because he can’t, but because he doesn’t want to - as he only nods his head, whispering something, impossible for the priest to understand. It’s not even a word or a sentence, but it has the desired effect as it leads to the priest asking him to kneel down and begin with his confession.
For a moment Luis hesitates, stroking over the old wood he is leaning onto. The familiar wood.
It holds all of his secrets now, this wood, written into its rungs, in the circles. It's a part of him, now.
Luis does not speak immediately, keeps the Padre waiting, very well aware that this, too, is disrespectful, that if he has to steal the priest’s time each day, he should at least not while it away.
The old man’s eyes rest on him and if Luis didn’t know better he might think that he’s impatient.
Isn’t that a sin, Padre?
“So, Son, tell me. What is it?”
Rather more “What is it today?”, old man?
“Father,”
Luis looks at him now, looks up with piercing eyes, sharp and focused and from the way the priest shivers suddenly you might think he just looked the Antichrist himself into they eyes.
Not quite wrong.
“I begrudge someone, Padre.”
A pause in which the priest has to quickly look away as he cannot hold out against Luis’ bitter-cold eyes.
“The fact that someone has something that I want is killing me.”
Mikki.
Mikki Fucking Arteta.
Mikki Fucking Arteta and the fact that he is sometimes chosen over Luis, not when it comes to giving in to carnal pleasure, but when it comes to intimate moments of telling things. Dreams and desires.
Secret wishes.
Xabi at times does share those with Luis, but usually, whenever there is something he has to speak about with someone, Mikki’s always the first choice, having been his closest friend since childhood.
Luis doesn’t like that, doesn’t like being second choice at times.
He’s too good for that.
Envy.
Invidia.
Luis knows he shouldn’t desire what is Mikel’s, this close friendship, because after all he gets to fuck Xabi in return, but Luis can’t help being envious and greedy.
Wanting it all.
Of course he doesn’t tell the Padre that he’s jealous of his lover’s best friend, doesn’t specify this, but judging from the priest’s facial expression, he is wondering about that, wondering whether it’s his wife’s best friend or whether Luis still did not get rid of the lover.
After all, I’m a sinner and why should someone who sins like me take a priest’s advice? Is that what you’re thinking, old man?
The Padre doesn’t speak immediately, probably having to think of something to say first, because, honestly, what do you tell someone when you can be sure that he’s not going to listen, even though deep in your heart you hope he would? That’s why he takes some time before he finally tells Luis that he will have to learn and accept that, because this is a grave sin that Luis is committing.
He also says that this is going to be a hard lesson, but should Luis really desire it, then he can learn it. The old man speaks in this neutral voice, nothing like the whisper he offers to a lost sheep.
Luis grins. And would his cold and icy eyes not widen and become warm, soft and big all of a sudden one could mistake if for sneer.
It is, Padre.
The priest himself responds though, smiles back at Luis, being the old believer that he is, never giving up hope until there is none left. It’s as if there was a spell imposed by Luis’ eyes.
Luis’ eyes that have seduced so many in so different ways.
Luis doesn’t smile because there still seems to be hope for him. Hah, no! He lost that long ago, the hope, he smiles because he secretly has to laugh at the old man that tells him that he will not be put into freezing water, alongside with Leviathan, the demon of Envy, the ugly, dragon, snake-like creature and that the Lord’s mercifulness is unlimited to those who repent.
Too bad.
He always wanted a pet.
Xabi can be his pet tonight. He should be shown tonight whom he really belongs to. He might even get him a new collar on his way home.
Quickly, Luis crosses himself, genuflects, tiny hands painting the suffering of Jesus in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost across an equally tiny body that couldn't possibly hold such sin, but has to go home and fulfil his duties as Lucifer’s little companion, giving Xabi a little bit of hell.
Though he loves it. Xabi, the sinner.
Luis bows his head in utter respect.
Mocking respect, for I have no respect for you, Padre. None at all.
The old man smiles at him one last time.
Stupid fool that you are, Padre.
"Amen, Padre."
"Amen. God speed you."
See you tomorrow…
-TBC-