Chapter 6

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Title: The Eternal Heartache, Chapter Six of ???
Characters (this chapter): Pep Guardiola/Raul Gonzalez, Cesc Fabregas, Bojan Krkic; Iker Casillas implied briefly
Rating: NC-17 {you can bet it is}
Words: 3002 in this chapter; 15,313 total {30%}
A/N: The latest chapter. It was pretty hard to write this one only because I kept having to ground my mind in one place to finish it. =-/ Oh well. I’m almost a third of the way done now, that’s always a perk! :-D This chapter is dedicated to notsostrange because she could use a certain scene of this ;-)



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Night surrounded the city like a cloak of darkness. Tiny pinpricks of light dot the cityscape, revealing where life still continues to exist even late into the night. The square in the oldest part of Barcelona is still lit, as it always is. Strands of white lights extend past the city center and reach out like spindly fingers. The Comp Nou is dark, not even the spirit of the blaugrana is awake tonight.

In the many marinas that line the coast, the water reflects the lights from the city. The water is at its darkest hue, a sapphire blue. Great white luxury yachts float in the various inlets, each showing off more grandeur than the one in the next berth. In stark contrast, small sailboats bob in the current in small marinas and just off shore.

Most of the city is dark as it takes a reprieve from the hectic day. Light comes from the corner lamps that pool light on the street corners in several neighborhoods. A few buildings have lights on, but most are as silently black as the night sky itself. The great Barcelona sleeps, waiting for a new day to begin so that it can be awoken once again.

But down one of the dark and silent passeigs, there are two men that will not rest yet.

Heat was everywhere around them, baking their bodies together and welding them as one. The dark red satin sheets had been cool to the touch at the beginning of their escapade, but now they had heated so that they stuck to their bodies like their skin. Gasps were swallowed as soon as they were emitted, moans drunk from each other’s mouths. Touches glided over hard muscle and scorching skin in search of something more, but what that something is, neither of them know or really care.

The older man moans the name of his younger lover as quietly as he can, which really is not that quiet. He begs for something, anything to ease this intense torture he suffers. The younger man smiles devilishly against the dark skin of his lover’s shoulder and bites down. A howl is barely stifled by the man’s hand being shoved into his own mouth.

“Dios…please…” Pep begs; his voice is nothing but a breathy sigh of want and need.

Raul stops his work on the mark he had made in Pep’s flesh with his teeth and he pulls back. He kisses the mark he had made using excessive amounts of his tongue, perhaps more than was necessary, as he tastes the metallic tang of blood of the wound. As he goes along Pep’s shoulder, he kisses and nibbles along the heated skin. Once he arrives at the point where shoulder meets neck, he kisses nibbles harder than before, but not hard enough to leave a mark. Pep makes a small noise of pained pleasure as he wraps his hand in Raul’s hair and tugs. Raul leaves Pep’s neck alone after that and instead he decides to plunge his tongue inside Pep’s mouth.

“I need you…so bad…” Pep gasps into the heated air around them. His hands are wound deep in Raul’s damp hair and he holds him in place, no more than a few inches away. “I need you, now.”

“But the boys... And you promised we would not be doing anything other than make out…” Raul chuckles at first but that turns into a gasp on the last word as Pep arches his hips into his own, grinding their pelvises together.

“That was before,” Pep moans as Raul’s fingers touch his lips. “You put y-your hand down my pants.”

Raul just smirks from where he rested above him. Pep has to strain for coherent thoughts and sentences that actually make sense. “You…” Pep gasps as Raul grinds up to meet him the same time he moved downwards. “Your touch…drives me in-insane.”

“Well, it is very nice to know that I am good for s-something other than just being a chef.” Raul’s voice is breathy and thick from the lust that is running through the both of their bloodstreams.

“I love you, Raul. So, so much.” Pep says as he puts his hands on Raul’s hips and guides him to hover over him, straddling his waist and his cock.

Raul sinks down onto Pep’s hard, straining cock and they both forget that they are supposed to be quiet. Pep moves almost instantly, pushing up as Raul moves down at the same time. The springs of the bed start creaking with their movements but neither one of them care enough to stop. All that matters is the two of them together, here, loving each other as they have always done since the first moment they met so many years ago.

“Dios, please, please.” Pep begs from mercy from any divine being he can think of.

“God can’t help you now…” Raul tries to tease as he lowers himself once more, hand working furiously over his own straining erection.

“Raul!” Pep cries out with passion as he starts to come inside his lover’s body.

“Dios mio, Pep, shut up!” Raul scolds but even he cannot control his own deep moan of pleasure a minute later when Pep helps him to come over his hand and Pep’s abdomen.

It takes over five minutes for the spasms of their orgasms to slow down between the two of them. It takes a hell of a lot longer than that for them to recover completely. Pep helps ease Raul off his softening length and he arranges them so that Raul is curled into Pep’s body, yet they still touch as much as possible. Pep discovered a long time ago that if he was not touching Raul, even a little bit, he felt that something was missing inside of himself.

“Well…I know one thing…” Raul breaks the silence after a few moments. His voice is still heavy with passion.

“What is that, my love?” Pep asks, his fingers were running smooth trails up and down Raul’s arms.

Raul shifts so that he can look up into Pep’s face. Amusement with a hint of embarrassment dance in his chocolate eyes. “Tomorrow morning is definitely going to be more than a little awkward.”



Cesc is more than a little thankful that Bojan is asleep when he first hears the soft moans coming from his uncle’s bedroom. At first Cesc had flushed scarlet, there were some things a boy should just not hear. It was hardly the first time he had heard the noises of sex, but it was the first time he had ever heard two men doing ‘the deed’.

Cesc knew exactly what Cristiano did on a regular basis and with whom. The first time Cesc had discovered that Cristiano was hoarding money to pay off the ‘women’ (the very religious old women in the village did not even grant them the courtesy of calling them ‘women’) of the village, was the first time he had ever truly realized that anything he did was okay to their mother. Cesc was always embarrassed at the scowls that he received from the elder women at being the brother who gave his attentions, and his money, so willingly to the town whores in such open, uncaring ways.

He sighs and stops himself from thinking any further on that subject. Cesc knows that that line of thought would only result in anger and bitterness. To distract himself from those thoughts, and from trying to blot out the noises of his uncle and Raul’s…activities, he let his thoughts stray to the shopkeeper’s assistant. God that man had been gorgeous, Cesc thought to himself. He wondered how a man like that could work as a shopkeeper’s assistant, not even the shopkeeper himself! Cesc thought the man should at least be a model or something…he was divine-looking enough that it should not be a problem.

Cesc makes a noise in the back of his throat that sounds like a small whine. He wanted so desperately to see that man, Iker, he wanted to see Iker again so badly that he could almost taste it. In the movies he had seen, the ones his father had taken him to see so long ago, there had always been that point in the film where the lead actor and actress would have a ‘moment’. If that moment in the shop didn’t count as a ‘moment’, Cesc would love to know what a real moment was like.

Bojan whimpers in his sleep and Cesc tries to calm down. His mind tries to rationalize that it was just a moment, a little bitty moment that the other man, Iker, had already forgotten about. It was nothing more than a passing second that two men had sized each other up, his overly realistic mind tried to drop the weight of reality on him.

Cesc rolled onto his side and tugged his pillow close. His mind that had guided him so far before, the same mind he relied on when Bojan was out of his sight and unable for him to talk to, screamed at him to grow up. He was being stupid; he was being naïve. A voice much like Cristiano’s floated into his mind. ‘As if people fall in love. As if anyone would want to fall in love with you, you dirty cheap fag!’

Cesc closed his eyes and tried to suppress the sadness that had violently risen and had chased his heart back down from his hopeful happiness into the depths of loneliness. He was stupid. He was a fool.

The last thing Cesc remembers that night other than the fact that everything had suddenly gone dead quiet, even in his uncle’s bedroom, are the warm trails of tears that slide silently down his face.



A proud display of white feathers on his chest, a seagull is perched in one of the great palm trees on one of the passeigs. From deep in his belly, he creates a chirp before he pushes forward with a great thrust of his legs. He soars high into the sky with little effort—the only thing keeping him from plummeting down to the street below is the steady flap of his wings. He soars over the casas, the cars, and the people who use them. He glides over the city on a current of air until he reaches the turquoise blue of the sea.

Spotting a fleck of silver from the corner of his beaded eye, he darts down to the white crests of the waves and clips a silver-scaled fish from the sea. It happens in a matter of seconds; another lethal kill by a master that has perfected his skill over time.


The alarm clock rings, it blares into the land of dreams where such a fickle thing as time ceases to exist. A hand darts out to silence the device, the boy who did it groans. He has almost forgotten what it is like to revive oneself to go to school, the summer had been far too kind to him in that regard.

Bojan, however, is already up and making his bed. Bojan has the blue sheets tucked in and is plumping his pillows by the time Cesc has even put his foot on the floor. Bojan is in his closet searching for something perfect to wear, completely ignoring the outfit he had picked out the night before, by the time Cesc makes the feeble effort to make his bed.

“Morning!” Bojan says cheerily and Cesc makes a grunt in the back of his throat. He hates the morning.

“Someone is happy.” Cesc rubs the back of his head as he goes to his own closet to search for something to wear.

“It is a new start for us Cesc, we can make new friends! We don’t have to worry about what people think of us because they don’t know who we are.” Bojan starts with great enthusiasm and by the end of his speech he has grown shy.

Cesc abandons the jeans selection and walks over to hug his little brother. He kisses him gently on the forehead and releases him. “I know Bojan; it was my strange way of saying how that smile of yours is so wonderful to see.”

Bojan blushes but nods. “Hurry up or you won’t have time for breakfast.”

“Yes dear.” Cesc sticks his tongue out at Bojan but the boy is already downstairs. As he grabs a dark pair of jeans and puts them on, he wonders if Raul or Pep made breakfast. There was a huge difference when Raul was the one in charge of making breakfast.

Cesc lumbers down the stairs about five minutes later and arrives in the kitchen to see Bojan with a heaping plate of bacon, eggs sunny-side up, pancakes, homemade buttermilk biscuits, fruit, and a big glass of orange juice. Looks like Raul stayed after all, Cesc thinks as he starts to make his own plate.

He does not have to ask where Pep and Raul are, however, because the second he sits down, Raul comes walking into the kitchen laughing. Pep was right behind him with a smile on his face.

“Good morning boys.” Pep says as a greeting while he ruffles Bojan’s hair as he walks by on his way to the coffee pot. “Did you sleep well?”

“I did.” Bojan says after swallowing his orange juice.

“Me too.” Cesc says in a more subdued tone. He never had liked the first day of school, no matter what town they were in.

Pep pours himself a cup of coffee and drinks it carefully. He looks at Raul who is cutting up some more strawberries and admires the curve of the man’s ass before he remembers that he needs to relay some information back to the boys.

“I have to work today boys, so I am not entirely sure when I will be home.”

Cesc looks up at that. This is the first time Pep has mentioned his job since the day they went shopping last week.

“I think that you can take care of yourselves though,” Pep continued. “So I feel confident leaving you two alone for a few hours this afternoon.”

“And I will leave you dinner in the refrigerator.” Raul adds. “That way you two can have something to eat and won’t have to wait for the old man to get home.” Raul winks at Pep, who scowls good-naturedly, and goes back to cutting up the red berries.

“Thank you.” Cesc says, slightly overwhelmed at the trust Pep was showing them by leaving them alone in his huge house and having his… ‘man friend’ leave them dinner. There was a lot of concern and care right there and it was a lot for him to process.

“You’re welcome.” Pep says and tips the coffee mug in his direction before he takes another sip. “And speaking of, I must leave you now.”

“Already?” Raul asks as he looks at the clock on the wall. “Oh, I guess so. Bye Pep. Have fun at the office.”

Pep smirks slightly at a private joke between the two of them, one Cesc isn’t sure he wants to understand, and bids goodbye to Cesc and Bojan.

“Don’t be late!” He calls as the last thing on his way out the door. The door shuts and the echo fills the house.

Raul is shaking his head as he slides the chopped up strawberries into a glass bowl.

“You like our uncle, don’t you?” Bojan asks and Cesc stares, shocked, at his brother.

Raul looks over his shoulder with a smile. “Yes, yes I do.”

Bojan nods. “Good. You are very nice. And a great cook too.”

Raul’s grin is wide when he turns around. “Thank you very much Bojan.”

Cesc nods in agreement at the man before he finishes his breakfast. “I suppose we had better get going.”

“Do you want me to walk you?” Raul offers, wiping his hands on a dishtowel.

“I thought you were busy…” Cesc says nervously. While he would like to act like an actual teenager that doesn’t need a guardian following him around, he still has no idea where they go once inside the school. The nerves play around in his bloodstream like a practicing football team.

“No, I can do that with loads of time to spare.” Raul smiles and then it wavers. “But only if you want me too…?”

Cesc looks at Bojan and sees the not-quite hidden pleading look in the boy’s eyes. “Okay, that sounds all right.”

Raul’s smile returns. “Okay, good. We can leave as soon as you are ready.”

Cesc nods and then takes his plate to the sink. “Another great breakfast Raul.”

“Thanks Cesc.” Raul grins and turns to cover up the strawberries he had just cut up. “You boys go get your things and I will meet you at the front door.”

Cesc and Bojan disperse upstairs to collect the school supplies that Pep had taken them to get on Friday, the day after the clothes-shopping trip. They take turns brushing their teeth and then once they are all done, they went back down the stairs. Raul, as promised, was waiting on them with his hands in his pockets.

“Ready?” He asks, coming to attention.

They nod and he opens the door for them. “Let’s go and see the bright new day, shall we?”

Cesc and Bojan walk out into the morning sunlight. Cesc worries about what will happen on their first day of school. He worries if he will maybe make a new friend; he even worries over if he would even meet those boys Pep told him about. The most serious thing that he worries about is Bojan. The only thing he wants is Bojan to be happy. Safe of course, but above all, happy.

And Cesc would be damned if he did not see his brother the happiest boy in Barcelona or even on the planet.