tr_fic | 9 Drabbles for the Chart :-) (Reply)

Title: Various Iker

football100 Drabbles
Pairings: Iker Casillas/Raul Gonzalez; Iker Casillas/Cesc Fabregas; Iker Casillas/David Villa; Iker Casillas alone; Iker Casillas/Pepe Reina; Sergio Ramos/Fernando Torres implied; Iker Casillas/Raul Gonzalez/Guti; Sergio Ramos/Fernando Gago implied; Bojan Krkic/Leo Messi if you squint
Rating: PG-13 to NC-17
Words: 2497 TOTAL
A/N: More for the chart. =-) This will make fifty-two on the chart, woo go me. lol

I’ve been working on these for DAYS and I think I finally got them all perfect—or at least as close to perfect as I can get them. *shrugs* I hope you like them. =-)

010. Brazil | 043. Square | 045. Moon | 089. Work | 049. Club | 054. Air | 007. Argentina | 067. Snow | 006. Portugal

Prompt: 010. Brazil
Pairing: Iker Casillas / Raul Gonzalez
Rating: PG-13

Iker continued to stare at the computer screen. He had not moved in several hours; he just stared at the numbers and the words. Raul had watched him for as long as he had been sitting and he wondered who was more deranged: Iker staring at a computer screen or Raul for watching him stare.

“Second.” Iker spoke for the first time in hours.

“Yes…” Raul shifted and came closer; the first to break the statuesque atmosphere.

“Second.” Iker repeated and blinked.

“To Brazil.” Raul concluded again and put his hand on Iker’s shoulder and squeezed gently.

Iker finally looked away and blinked up at him. Raul’s heart squeezed tightly at the lost, sad look in Iker’s eyes. It then broke when Iker spoke next. “Why?”

Raul shook his head; he didn’t have the answer no matter how much he wished he did—if only for Iker’s sake. Raul kissed Iker’s lips lightly and ran his fingers through Iker’s hair.

“We’ll get them, don’t worry my love.”

Iker drank in Raul’s words and leaned into Raul’s loose embrace. Raul squeezed him and knew that, no matter what, he would make sure that Iker smiled again. And hopefully in the process, Brazil would be back under Spain where they belonged.

Prompt: 043. Square
Pairing: Iker/Cesc
Rating: R

Iker knew that some would call him square, plain. He knew that he was, well, boring. He was a simple man who liked simple things. He never had really been into the whole night out scene nor had screwing your way through the entire squad been on his list of things to do.

So when Cesc, boisterous, bouncey, insane Cesc, popped into the picture like a boom from fireworks, Iker had been very wary of the little Spaniard’s presence. All that energy in one bundle of nerves…Iker didn’t know how he did it. Cesc had persisted and somehow he and Iker had become friends. Then they had become lovers; how that had happened exactly, Iker could not say. One minute Cesc had been asking him what he thought of the color of his kit shorts and if they were the same color as the others and then the next Iker was fucking him into the mattress. Afterwards, Cesc had looked up at Iker with his tongue hanging lopsided out of his mouth and with a cheeky grin on his face.

Iker had become embarrassed for what he’d done and had apologized profusely to Cesc without even looking at him properly. Cesc had touched him and kissed him until Iker had to look at him and said that it was okay, he’d wanted it. Iker had nodded and when Cesc had gone to kiss him again, Iker let himself be taken into that bubble with Cesc.

Ever since, Cesc’s energy and color had become integrated marginally into Iker’s body as well. He even started to wear ties that had more than two colors in them to meetings.

Iker discovered that he was grateful to the little bundle of electrons more than he could ever say in words. But Cesc knew. Iker might not have to use words, but his actions translated wonderfully.

Prompt: 045. Moon
Pairing: Iker/Villa
Rating: R

Villa turns onto his side and looks at the man carefully. He studies him silently, something he’s always done. He sees the brown hair tussled about, sleeping and sex would do that to you. Forehead relaxed, lines of worry and stress evaporated. Eyebrows at ease, eyes closed with eyelashes brushing his cheek; now that was a shame. Iker’s eyes were always beautiful and amazing to see; flecks of gold mixing with chocolate brown and even a darker hue much like the darkest Swiss chocolate. David never tired of looking into those eyes, even if he had to be caught doing so.

Strong nose over those deliciously wonderful lips that Villa loved to kiss. A shade of scruff against usually smooth cheeks made Villa want to run his fingers over Iker’s cheek but he didn’t. That would wake Iker up and as much as Villa loved Iker’s profile, he did not want to wake the man up. He hadn’t been sleeping as well lately. Iker didn’t say why but every time someone had a problem in the squad, Iker would sigh. Villa made a note to find a way to relax him; Iker didn’t need to be so stressed.

Villa tucked in next to Iker and let the moonlight wash over them both. He fell asleep staring at Iker’s profile and he felt contentedly happy when his eyelids finally drooped and pulled him into sleep’s embrace.

Prompt: 089. Work
Character: Iker Casillas
Rating: PG

Iker never really saw what he did as a ‘job’ per se, but he did find it to be stressful at times. It was not that it was hard work, really. It was just hard making sure all his teammates were where they were supposed to be (no more Cesc hanging on to a chandelier in the hotel dinning room); no fights to have to put an end too (like Sergio punching Puyol because the Barça player had the nerve to make fun of his mull—hair do); make sure everything was organized and in order (“Everyone on the pitch at ten o’clock sharp and Sergio and Nando you are not exempt from this!”); and to see that Spain win their matches (forgetting about that lapse with the United States, of course).

It wasn’t hard work really, but it sure did make life interesting.

Prompt: 049. Club
Pairing: Iker/Pepe ; Sergio/Nando
Rating: PG-13

Pepe looked at Iker with a raised eyebrow. Iker was trying desperately not to show his tell. Iker raised and then looked at Sergio. Gitano lazily called and batted his eyelashes at Nando. The blonde shook his head and folded.

Iker waited for his turn again as he looked down at his cards. He swallowed and hoped that nobody had two aces because then he would loose and he would go down hard.

When it came time to reveal, Iker reached for the pot with a winning pair of kings. Pepe laid a hand on Iker’s arm and shook his head before smirking over two aces, one of spades and the other of clubs.

“You cheated!” Iker squeaked surprised.

“Did not!”

“Did too!”

“You’re just mad that you lost.” Pepe smugly added the chips to his ever-growing collection.

Iker sighed, resigned, and then nervously looked at the other keeper. “What do you want? To be the starting keeper in tomorrow’s match?”

“While that would be nice,” Pepe smirked at him, “I’d much rather have you.”

Iker grew stone cold and just stared at Pepe while Sergio leaned over to Nando and began kissing him. Everyone else in the room was too busy with themselves or their lovers to notice Iker’s predicament.

“Wha—what do you mean?” Iker played dumb but Pepe didn’t go for it.

“You, later, when everyone else is gone, you know what I want.”

“O-okay.” Iker was resigned to his fate. Plus, it’s not like Pepe was a bad lover. Quite the opposite, if Nando had anything to say about it. Wonder if Sergio knows about that… Iker thought absently while Pepe shuffled again.

Prompt: 054. Air
Pairing: Iker/Raul/Guti
Rating: PG-13

On his first day ever as a Madridista, Iker had realized that everyone treated Raul with a great amount of respect. He had a different air about him. Iker, although he was rather quiet, treated everyone with respect or tried too. But with Raul…he found that when he did not stutter around the man, he was blushing scarlet.

What did him in were the eyes. Those piercing eyes that saw everything and could melt stone. Iker, no matter how old he got, found that looking into those eyes would ruin any argument because he would forget what he was going to say. It was an unfair advantage.

Then there were those select few, only a handful, which got inside the bubble Raul had around himself. Mamen, his sons, Guti, and his close family members always had the Raul that nobody else saw. Iker was always curious about what it took to get inside, to be one of those people that Raul had a specially reserved smile for, another kind of touch altogether.

When Guti asked him to stay after one day for just a few minutes, Iker had agreed simply because he might get to see his captain once more. He was acting stupid, he knew, but he couldn’t help himself. He sat in the locker room, waiting for Guti to come out of the showers. Iker was checking his text messages on his cell phone when he felt two bodies sandwich him between them.

Iker looked over and saw the fair skinned Guti next to the darker toned Raul. Iker swallowed, Raul smelled so good and Guti was nudging him.

“We have a question for you Iker.” Guti started rubbing his thigh slowly.

Iker swallowed and waited for the question. He felt the flush starting as Raul’s eyes did not leave his face, not even for a second.

“We want you to join us.” Guti asked squeezing his thigh.

Iker’s head snapped up and he looked at the blonde midfielder like he had just grown several heads.

“What?!”

Raul was touching him now, his hands were lightly rubbing on Iker’s back. Iker wanted to shiver to the touch but he was too shockedscared to pay attention.

Guti smiled at Iker’s wide-eyed expression and leaned in to kiss him softly on the lips. “We want you to join us.”

Iker shook his head and swallowed. He wanted to get up and run far away. He was hurting because of this. Pain pumped through his veins with every thump of his heart.

“I won’t! I won’t!” Iker started and struggled to get out of their grips.

“Why not?” Raul was holding on to him in a firm but easy grip. Iker fell for it and looked at Raul, eyes locking and he felt boneless. Raul stroked his sides lightly and tilted his head, studying Iker. “Why not, amor?”

Iker struggled for thought and he finally remembered what his argument was. He looked down, that alone was a feat, and sighed. He was talking to both of them, even if he was facing Raul. “I don’t want to just be your plaything for a night.”

Raul’s fingers moved to brush his cheek while Guti had moved and pulled Iker back into his sinewy frame. Iker could look up and see blue looking back or he could look ahead and see nothing but brown.

“We want you, forever.” Iker heard Raul say but he didn’t believe it. He looked up at Guti for confirmation and the blonde was just smiling at him. Raul’s hands were on his legs, thumbs brushing gently on the inner part of his thighs. “Do you change your mind now, corazon?”

Iker nodded and Guti leaned down to kiss him the same time Raul moved up. The three kissed; it was an odd experience but Iker liked it. He liked it a lot.

Now he got to be in the presence of Raul on a regular basis and Guti was wonderful too. It was nice being in their bubble.

Prompt: 007. Argentina
Pairing: Iker/Fernando Torres; Fernando/Sergio, Sergio/Gago implied and a hint of Bojan/Messi
Rating: PG-13

Iker opened the door on the second tentatively soft knock and immediately pulled the blonde into a hug. Fernando clung to Iker tightly, as if the only thing holding him on this Earth was the keeper. Iker rubbed his back when he felt the first of what would be many wet tears against his neck.

Iker maneuvered the two of them to his bed and held Fernando close under the covers.

This was the only time the two were ever together. This was the unspoken rule. Iker would comfort Nando while Sergio went to find Gago. It was always the same whenever Spain played the Argentines. Even little Bojan would run off and find Leo to share the night with.

Iker kissed Fernando’s head and held onto El Nino tighter. Buenas Aries was, although beautiful, a cruel city.

Prompt: 067. Snow
Pairing: Iker/Cesc
Rating: PG-13

Iker hated snow.

It was cold, it was wet. And when it got in your shoes, ugh it was annoying. You couldn’t drive without being extra cautious. You had to bundle up or freeze. You froze anyway. Your face always got red and your skin dried out.

He hated snow and cold weather. Naturally, Cesc loved it.

Then there was always those stupid snowball fi—

SPLAT.

fights.

Iker had a look that even the Grim Reaper would’ve wanted to master. He turned around to see Cesc bent over laughing and pointing at him.

“Got…you!”

Iker grumbled and bent down to grab as much snow as he could. He bundled and packed the snow into a round, hard ball. Cesc was totally unaware because he was still laughing at his earlier strike.

Iker slung the ball and hit Cesc dead center in his chest. He gasped and looked up with wide eyes. Seeing a grinning Iker, Cesc’s eyes narrowed. Iker suddenly realized how exposed he was and darted behind a tree. He bent for more snow and Cesc did too.

Cesc came running with his snowballs and started pelting Iker. Iker ducked and chucked a few of his own at Cesc.

The two started flinging snow at each other when they ran out of snowballs. Iker ran into Cesc, grabbing him about the waist and threw them both on to the ground. Cesc and Iker both laughed and then Iker arrived at a conclusion.

Maybe snow wasn’t so bad after all…

Prompt: 006. Portugal
Pairing: Iker/Cesc
Rating: PG-13

Iker took another book of the shelf and translated as much as he could into Spanish. The first time he had ever been to Lisbon he had found this little shop that sold old and rare books. Every return trip, he would come back to this little shop and let the smell of old leather and age take over his senses.

He felt arms wrap around him from behind and he jumped. He recognized the smell of Cescito and relaxed.

“Found you.” Cesc replied happily squeezing Iker.

“How?” Iker asked reading the Portuguese text as best he was able.

“Figured you’d go someplace close but not too close and then I remembered you saying something about an old bookshop not too long ago…” Cesc responded and released him to go look at a few books next to where Iker was.

Iker looked at the Catalan, amazed. Usually Cesc couldn’t remember where he’d left his shoes but to remember what Iker had said about a bookshop?

“Yes, I can pay attention.” Cesc stuck his tongue out at Iker before nudging him.

Iker shook his head but flipped through some more books.

“Oooh look at this one!” Cesc held up one and grinned. Iker took one look at the cover and started shaking his head.

“No, Cesc, no.”

“Oh come on Iker, it’d be fun!” Cesc was already grinning and checking to see how much it cost.

Iker leaned in and, in a furious whisper, said, “Cesc, we are not buying a Karma Sutra! Put it down!”

“Was worth it, wasn’t it?”

“Oh God yes.”