Vindictive Passion
madabouttheboy and i were talking about tops and bottoms(hehehe) the other day and i got to thinking... well you'll see.
The rain started to fall as Michael's eyes collapsed, full of sleep. He tossed and turned, unable to get comfortable. He hated the dry, coarse sheets. Hated the solid, lumpy pillows. Hated the rock-like mattress. Hated this room and everything about it. Especially the fact that he had to share it with David. He had roomed with his captain every single time, with both the Real and England squad, and wouldn't have had it any other way. But tonight he wished he hadn't, he wasn't in the mood for being somebody's fuck toy. Michael readjusted his pillow and pulled the covers over himself. Sleep surrounded, Michael could feel himself falling. But the mattress sunk underneath him, causing Michael to jerk open his eyes. Dark features came into focus.
"Asleep already?" whispered David, leaning over Michael's exhausted body. He brought his lips to Michael's but the striker turned his cheek. Michael clenched his jaw firmly and shrugged off David. But David persisted, running his fingers down Michael's bare chest. "I missed you, Mikey. Even if its only been a few hours"
"Not tonight" Michael said calmly as he waited for David to get off of him. David smiled. "Come on, Mikey" He kissed the middle of Michael's chest tenderly. Michael felt his emotions stir inside of him. Not of lust, but of anger and loathing.
"Get off. You can't use me whenever you fancy a fuck. Not anymore." hissed Michael. He shoved David who fell back unexpectedly. Michael sat up, taking a look around the hotel room. "You can sleep on your own bed tonight," he added with distaste.
David frowned. "What's gotten into you? Even in training you weren't yourself. What's the matter?" David's voice was soft, concerned for his lover.
Michael laughed. "What's the matter with me? I've finally realized. Realized you can't fuck around me anymore. I'm not going to be anyone's fuck toy." He got up from the bed and moved towards the dresser.
David sat in shock. "Fuck toy? What are you talking about?" He glanced at Michael, who turned and faced him. The striker's eyes were fierce, not a hint of affection existed in him. He walked to David, grabbing and lifting him by the wrists. Michael's grip was firm, powerful. Stronger than David had ever felt. Michael pressed his lips against David's with such a force that David tasted something coppery resembling blood. As he continued to bruise David's lips, Michael pulled at his hair, head jerking.
Michael pulled away, smirking. "Like that?" He looked at David, bloody and disorderly. "Knowing you, you probably did. Well I don't. Just leave me alone tonight" He pushed past David and sat on the edge of the mattress.
"Why didn't you tell me before? I could have been more... More gentle." David moved towards Michael, kneeling in front of him. "I'm sorry, Mikey. Forgive me?" He pressed his lips against Michael's warm hand.
"It's not a game" scoffed Michael. "I'm not going to forgive you so you can clear your conscious. I don't want to deal with you anymore. I'm going to sleep." He spun himself around and turned of the light. Closing his eyes, he pulled the covers up. But David switched the lamp back on. "Mikey. Fuck. Talk to me."
Michael threw off the covers and quickly got out of bed. He furiously pulled on a t-shirt and trackies. He snatched his phone off of the dresser. "Where are you going?" asked David worriedly.
"I can't stay here. I'm going to Stevie's room. Don't call me." He waited for David's reaction, knowing how to push the older man's buttons.
"You're leaving me all confused, yelling at me about being my fuck toy, to see Steven?" Howled David. He beat Michael to the door. "I don't fucking think so. We're going to talk and I don't care if it takes all night" He stood in front of the only exit from the hotel room.
"What? But it's ok for you to rush out on me in the middle of the fucking night for Gary?" spat Michael, chest heaving. He didn't care how childish he sounded.
"He's my best mate,Mikey, you know that. I don't understand-"
"And Stevie's mine" interrupted Michael. "But you don't see Stevie calling me two in the morning,asking me to come to his hotel room, now do you?" Michael smirked when David looked away. "Move David."
David stood firmly, silently. He kept his eyes on Michael. "Is that what's bothering you? Gary calling me the other night?"
"I don't give a fuck about Gary. You can fuck him too, thats how much I care. Actually, you probably already have..."
David leaped onto Michael, knocking him to the floor. "What. The fuck. Is your. Problem? You've been acting like a bitchy school girl ever since I got here" He had Michael pinned.
Michael grinned. "Why don't you discipline me then?" David was taken back, releasing his grip on Michael a little but just enough for Michael to spin David around. "But that's what you want, right?" hissed Michael, shaking his head. "No, tonight you're my fuck toy. Mine."
David's eyes widened. He had never seen Michael like this. Wild. Impious. David wiggled underneath him, but the striker firmly stayed on top. He brought his lips to David's again with the same force. Tongues thrashed, fighting for dominance. Michael bit down on David's bottom lip and broke away. Blood rose to the surface, Michael leaned in and licked it clean.
"Still miss me, David? Still want me?" teased Michael. He pressed all his weight on David's hips and thighs so he could get rid of David's shirt and still remain in control. David felt weak, helpless, even though he was much larger than Michael. He lay on the floor, limp and powerless, as Michael's tongue continued to abuse his body. Michael dug his fingers into David's chest, causing his lover to yelp. Michael snickered and placed his index finger on the older man's bruised lips. "Shh. Don't want to awake the whole neighbourhood, do you?" He brought his lips to the freshly made cuts on David's aching body. His body trembled, lips releasing a low whimper. David closed his eyes, waiting for the assault to continue. Instead, he felt Michael's weight shift off of him. He opened his eyes, Michael's grin greeted him.
David made a move to get up but was shoved back to the ground by Michael's foot. "Did I tell you to get up?" David's body crumbled and hit the floor hard, letting out another whimper. Michael laughed and knelt beside the mess that was David. "Are you scared?" He asked softly. David didn't dare to answer, his eyes dropped to the ground. But that wasn't the response Michael was looking for. He gripped David's jaw and tilted his head, making their eyes meet. "I said, are you scared?" Michael asked again, with force. David wriggled, fought against Michael's grip. Why are you doing this! he wanted to shout but he just shook his head instead. "Good. Because there's no reason for you to be. I'm just going to show you how I feel-" he leaned in and whispered into David's ear. "Every time you fuck me."
He helped David off the floor and gave him a slight shove towards the bed. David backed up, trying to distance himself from his crazed lover. Michael remained standing, observing David's twitchy behaviour. "Take those off" he barked, pointing at David's trousers. Michael pulled off his own shirt easily and frowned when David hadn't moved. "You don't want me to do it for you, now you do?" David's eyes widened, he couldn't imagine anymore pain. Shaking his head, he brought his fingers to his belt buckle and fumbled continuously. After much difficulty, David lay on the bed, bare bodied. He looked up at Michael. He stood in front with confidence, muscular body glowing, wearing nothing but a smug smile. The sight of Michael made David's arousal jump, craving attention. The younger man made his way onto the mattress, eyes wild with new profound power.
"Turn around" demanded Michael and David obliged. He didn't want to find out what the consequences were if he resisted. Michael placed a hand on David's back, pinning his chest to the cold mattress. David breathed in and out, afraid of what was to come next. Michael climbed on top, straddling the back of David's weak legs. Without a warning, Michael pushed inside of David, hard. David screamed, body seizing with pain, muscles tensing around Michael's length. Michael pulled out and thrusted again. Harder. Deeper. David howled as his body was burning.
"Please. Mikey." He begged, fists clenching the sheets. He wanted to shove Michael off of him, wanted to get out there as soon as possible.
"Please what, David? Come on tell me" teased Michael as he rocked back and forth on David's arse, fingertips gripping, digging into David's flesh.
The pain subsided and David pushed back. "Please, Mikey. Don't... Stop. Please" His mind was swimming, never feeling this good before.
Michael choked on his laughter. "I. Don't. Plan. To." David was so tight, adding extra sensation to each thrust. Michael found David's erection and started to pump. He was close, motivating Michael to slow down.
"Mikey. Faster" whined David. But Michael kept his pace, rhythmically thrusting and pumping. David's moans and whimpers filled the air. His face tensed up as he came. All over himself and the sheets. Michael stopped abruptly that David was left rocking himself. David's cheeks burned with embarrassment.
"Didn't know you wanted it that bad" scoffed Michael. He took a hold of David's sweaty hips again as he heard the man below him croon softly. Michael started to move slowly, pushing his cock deep inside David. As deep as it could go. Breathing became heavy and jagged again, the smell of perspiration and semen hung in the air. David moaned with appreciation as Michael came inside of him. Michael shot his load until every last drop was in David's hot, burning arse. He pulled out and collapsed on the bed beside David. Michael traced David's jaw with his finger, sending little tiny sparks and crushed their lips together. David let out low, helpless whimpers and the corners of Michael's lips curled into a smirk. He broke away from David but biting at his lover's lip first.
Michael moved from the bed to his suitcase on the floor. He pulled out a towel, cleaned himself quickly and got dressed. He spritzed on some cologne, collected his phone and wallet and headed towards the door. "I'm going to Stevie's. When I come back we'll continue, so clean yourself up for me." He winked at David and disappeared through the door.
David curled up into a ball, completely numb with shock. He could have hated Michael. Hated him for starting a pointless fight. Hated him for toying with him. Hated him for being so rough. Hated him for leaving him now. Leaving him alone... But he couldn't hate Michael. He understood. Understood how Michael felt. Understood how painful and hurtful *he* could be. No, he couldn't hate Michael. David was too busy hating himself.
The rain started to fall as Michael's eyes collapsed, full of sleep. He tossed and turned, unable to get comfortable. He hated the dry, coarse sheets. Hated the solid, lumpy pillows. Hated the rock-like mattress. Hated this room and everything about it. Especially the fact that he had to share it with David. He had roomed with his captain every single time, with both the Real and England squad, and wouldn't have had it any other way. But tonight he wished he hadn't, he wasn't in the mood for being somebody's fuck toy. Michael readjusted his pillow and pulled the covers over himself. Sleep surrounded, Michael could feel himself falling. But the mattress sunk underneath him, causing Michael to jerk open his eyes. Dark features came into focus.
"Asleep already?" whispered David, leaning over Michael's exhausted body. He brought his lips to Michael's but the striker turned his cheek. Michael clenched his jaw firmly and shrugged off David. But David persisted, running his fingers down Michael's bare chest. "I missed you, Mikey. Even if its only been a few hours"
"Not tonight" Michael said calmly as he waited for David to get off of him. David smiled. "Come on, Mikey" He kissed the middle of Michael's chest tenderly. Michael felt his emotions stir inside of him. Not of lust, but of anger and loathing.
"Get off. You can't use me whenever you fancy a fuck. Not anymore." hissed Michael. He shoved David who fell back unexpectedly. Michael sat up, taking a look around the hotel room. "You can sleep on your own bed tonight," he added with distaste.
David frowned. "What's gotten into you? Even in training you weren't yourself. What's the matter?" David's voice was soft, concerned for his lover.
Michael laughed. "What's the matter with me? I've finally realized. Realized you can't fuck around me anymore. I'm not going to be anyone's fuck toy." He got up from the bed and moved towards the dresser.
David sat in shock. "Fuck toy? What are you talking about?" He glanced at Michael, who turned and faced him. The striker's eyes were fierce, not a hint of affection existed in him. He walked to David, grabbing and lifting him by the wrists. Michael's grip was firm, powerful. Stronger than David had ever felt. Michael pressed his lips against David's with such a force that David tasted something coppery resembling blood. As he continued to bruise David's lips, Michael pulled at his hair, head jerking.
Michael pulled away, smirking. "Like that?" He looked at David, bloody and disorderly. "Knowing you, you probably did. Well I don't. Just leave me alone tonight" He pushed past David and sat on the edge of the mattress.
"Why didn't you tell me before? I could have been more... More gentle." David moved towards Michael, kneeling in front of him. "I'm sorry, Mikey. Forgive me?" He pressed his lips against Michael's warm hand.
"It's not a game" scoffed Michael. "I'm not going to forgive you so you can clear your conscious. I don't want to deal with you anymore. I'm going to sleep." He spun himself around and turned of the light. Closing his eyes, he pulled the covers up. But David switched the lamp back on. "Mikey. Fuck. Talk to me."
Michael threw off the covers and quickly got out of bed. He furiously pulled on a t-shirt and trackies. He snatched his phone off of the dresser. "Where are you going?" asked David worriedly.
"I can't stay here. I'm going to Stevie's room. Don't call me." He waited for David's reaction, knowing how to push the older man's buttons.
"You're leaving me all confused, yelling at me about being my fuck toy, to see Steven?" Howled David. He beat Michael to the door. "I don't fucking think so. We're going to talk and I don't care if it takes all night" He stood in front of the only exit from the hotel room.
"What? But it's ok for you to rush out on me in the middle of the fucking night for Gary?" spat Michael, chest heaving. He didn't care how childish he sounded.
"He's my best mate,Mikey, you know that. I don't understand-"
"And Stevie's mine" interrupted Michael. "But you don't see Stevie calling me two in the morning,asking me to come to his hotel room, now do you?" Michael smirked when David looked away. "Move David."
David stood firmly, silently. He kept his eyes on Michael. "Is that what's bothering you? Gary calling me the other night?"
"I don't give a fuck about Gary. You can fuck him too, thats how much I care. Actually, you probably already have..."
David leaped onto Michael, knocking him to the floor. "What. The fuck. Is your. Problem? You've been acting like a bitchy school girl ever since I got here" He had Michael pinned.
Michael grinned. "Why don't you discipline me then?" David was taken back, releasing his grip on Michael a little but just enough for Michael to spin David around. "But that's what you want, right?" hissed Michael, shaking his head. "No, tonight you're my fuck toy. Mine."
David's eyes widened. He had never seen Michael like this. Wild. Impious. David wiggled underneath him, but the striker firmly stayed on top. He brought his lips to David's again with the same force. Tongues thrashed, fighting for dominance. Michael bit down on David's bottom lip and broke away. Blood rose to the surface, Michael leaned in and licked it clean.
"Still miss me, David? Still want me?" teased Michael. He pressed all his weight on David's hips and thighs so he could get rid of David's shirt and still remain in control. David felt weak, helpless, even though he was much larger than Michael. He lay on the floor, limp and powerless, as Michael's tongue continued to abuse his body. Michael dug his fingers into David's chest, causing his lover to yelp. Michael snickered and placed his index finger on the older man's bruised lips. "Shh. Don't want to awake the whole neighbourhood, do you?" He brought his lips to the freshly made cuts on David's aching body. His body trembled, lips releasing a low whimper. David closed his eyes, waiting for the assault to continue. Instead, he felt Michael's weight shift off of him. He opened his eyes, Michael's grin greeted him.
David made a move to get up but was shoved back to the ground by Michael's foot. "Did I tell you to get up?" David's body crumbled and hit the floor hard, letting out another whimper. Michael laughed and knelt beside the mess that was David. "Are you scared?" He asked softly. David didn't dare to answer, his eyes dropped to the ground. But that wasn't the response Michael was looking for. He gripped David's jaw and tilted his head, making their eyes meet. "I said, are you scared?" Michael asked again, with force. David wriggled, fought against Michael's grip. Why are you doing this! he wanted to shout but he just shook his head instead. "Good. Because there's no reason for you to be. I'm just going to show you how I feel-" he leaned in and whispered into David's ear. "Every time you fuck me."
He helped David off the floor and gave him a slight shove towards the bed. David backed up, trying to distance himself from his crazed lover. Michael remained standing, observing David's twitchy behaviour. "Take those off" he barked, pointing at David's trousers. Michael pulled off his own shirt easily and frowned when David hadn't moved. "You don't want me to do it for you, now you do?" David's eyes widened, he couldn't imagine anymore pain. Shaking his head, he brought his fingers to his belt buckle and fumbled continuously. After much difficulty, David lay on the bed, bare bodied. He looked up at Michael. He stood in front with confidence, muscular body glowing, wearing nothing but a smug smile. The sight of Michael made David's arousal jump, craving attention. The younger man made his way onto the mattress, eyes wild with new profound power.
"Turn around" demanded Michael and David obliged. He didn't want to find out what the consequences were if he resisted. Michael placed a hand on David's back, pinning his chest to the cold mattress. David breathed in and out, afraid of what was to come next. Michael climbed on top, straddling the back of David's weak legs. Without a warning, Michael pushed inside of David, hard. David screamed, body seizing with pain, muscles tensing around Michael's length. Michael pulled out and thrusted again. Harder. Deeper. David howled as his body was burning.
"Please. Mikey." He begged, fists clenching the sheets. He wanted to shove Michael off of him, wanted to get out there as soon as possible.
"Please what, David? Come on tell me" teased Michael as he rocked back and forth on David's arse, fingertips gripping, digging into David's flesh.
The pain subsided and David pushed back. "Please, Mikey. Don't... Stop. Please" His mind was swimming, never feeling this good before.
Michael choked on his laughter. "I. Don't. Plan. To." David was so tight, adding extra sensation to each thrust. Michael found David's erection and started to pump. He was close, motivating Michael to slow down.
"Mikey. Faster" whined David. But Michael kept his pace, rhythmically thrusting and pumping. David's moans and whimpers filled the air. His face tensed up as he came. All over himself and the sheets. Michael stopped abruptly that David was left rocking himself. David's cheeks burned with embarrassment.
"Didn't know you wanted it that bad" scoffed Michael. He took a hold of David's sweaty hips again as he heard the man below him croon softly. Michael started to move slowly, pushing his cock deep inside David. As deep as it could go. Breathing became heavy and jagged again, the smell of perspiration and semen hung in the air. David moaned with appreciation as Michael came inside of him. Michael shot his load until every last drop was in David's hot, burning arse. He pulled out and collapsed on the bed beside David. Michael traced David's jaw with his finger, sending little tiny sparks and crushed their lips together. David let out low, helpless whimpers and the corners of Michael's lips curled into a smirk. He broke away from David but biting at his lover's lip first.
Michael moved from the bed to his suitcase on the floor. He pulled out a towel, cleaned himself quickly and got dressed. He spritzed on some cologne, collected his phone and wallet and headed towards the door. "I'm going to Stevie's. When I come back we'll continue, so clean yourself up for me." He winked at David and disappeared through the door.
David curled up into a ball, completely numb with shock. He could have hated Michael. Hated him for starting a pointless fight. Hated him for toying with him. Hated him for being so rough. Hated him for leaving him now. Leaving him alone... But he couldn't hate Michael. He understood. Understood how Michael felt. Understood how painful and hurtful *he* could be. No, he couldn't hate Michael. David was too busy hating himself.