Chapter 15....Uh oh.

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Title: The Eternal Heartache, Chapter 15 of ???
Pairings (this bit): Cesc Fabregas/Iker Casillas, Pep Guardiola/Raul Gonzalez; Guti
Rating: PG-13
Words: this part is 1,412 ; total words: 41,913 (aka 83%)
A/N: I’m going into hiding for this chapter because I know half of you guys want to kill me after reading this part so I’m just gonna get a head start on that running for the hills thing right now while you read it. *runs*



Last part here. All previous parts listed here.




In the darkness of the room, after it was over, Cesc looked at the ceiling of Iker’s bedroom. The curtains that covered the large window were pulled closed but a small crack of light poured through the small opening where the two sides met. A small line of bright white light drifted so far into the room before meeting the wall and stretching up to the ceiling. The room was fairly quiet, only the heavy sounds of his and Iker’s breathing disturbing the quiet.

Cesc felt the warmth of both Iker’s arm stretched protectively across his belly and the warmth of his breath against his rapidly cooling shoulder. Cesc swallowed deeply. Inside of his mind, he was wondering if each and every time it would be that intense. He was not sure if he could handle another session of intense lovemaking as that one had been.

“What are you thinking?” Iker whispers in the quiet. His fingers move soothingly, and it feels a little ticklish, across his stomach.

Cesc waits a moment; what he waits for, he doesn’t know. “About what happened.”

Iker shifts in the bed so that the front of his body faces Cesc. His dark eyes are focused on him completely and Cesc shivers from that thought alone. “Do you regret what we did?”

Cesc thinks about it for a half second. “No. I don’t.” Iker doesn’t seem to quite believe him. Cesc shifts to face Iker and burrows himself in the bigger man’s frame. His lips brush against Iker’s neck and breathes in the scent that belonged to Iker. “I don’t regret it at all, Iker. I wouldn’t have wanted my first time to be with anybody else.”

Iker puts his arms around Cesc to hold him in place and breathes in the scent that was in Cesc’s hair. “We have put ourselves into quite the situation, haven’t we?”

Cesc laughs once as his senses get another dose of Iker’s smell. “Yes, I guess we have.”

Iker’s arm moves to accommodate Cesc better and frowns when he feels his arm brush against a roughness on the otherwise smooth skin. “What the—?” He stretches over Cesc to turn the lamp beside the bed on. “Cesc what is…?”

Iker’s eyes widen as he sees the marks on Cesc’s back. Cesc turns his head away and hides his face in the pillows. He can feel Iker’s eyes as well as his fingers tracing the older wounds as well as the fresher ones that not even two weeks’ time could heal. Iker’s finger traces one of the marks he had received when he was around ten, when Cristiano had thrown him down through the table—he had gotten splinters as well as a deep gash just beside his shoulder blade.

“Who did this?” Iker asks in a tone that was harsh and cold.

Cesc feels the tears rise up from somewhere inside of him and creep up his throat till they burn in his eyes. He wants to hide. He wants to pretend that he is just a boy that has not known the pain that he does; he wants to pretend that the scars that mar his heart are not there.

“Cesc, please tell me…” Iker says in a more soothing tone, his hand stilling on Cesc’s back. His voice drops even lower as suddenly his lips press against the middle of Cesc’s back. “Please?”

Cesc’s breath is shaky at best when he releases it. The tears still in his eyes sting severely and so he brings his hand to wipe them away. “M-my brother.” He feels Iker’s breath stop against his skin and wishes that he hadn’t moved so close to Iker for him to discover his scars in the first place.

Iker presses his lips against the nearest one he can find, a barely visible wisp that trails outward from his spine to his side. He feels the slight tremor run through Cesc’s body and it breaks Iker’s heart. With each kiss placed on each scar and with each tremor that wracks Cesc’s body as he begins to cry, Iker’s heart shatters into a thousand pieces.



Raul runs a hand over his face as he watches his chefs and other employees work about in the kitchen. All of them were working hard, a very important city official was coming tonight and everything needed to be in prime and perfect condition. The fires of the gas ranges came to life as the skillets on them were shifted to grill onions; the knives gleamed as their sharp edges sliced effortlessly through the flesh of the vegetables. The plates were pristinely white, linens freshly washed, and silverware sparkling brightly.

Everything was perfect…on the outside.

On the inside, Raul was wondering where his relationship had gone. He had not returned to the Guardiola household for three days and he would not see Pep before he left on Monday and the earliest he would see him again would be Thursday. And that would be if he could get Guti to cover for him long enough to see him for a few minutes. He could remember the times when Pep would meet him here so they could just see each other for a few minutes in the alley outside… Raul absently cleared his throat at was quick to put that line of thought back in the recesses of his mind.

“Knock, knock.” A voice echoes the action and Raul looks from where he had been watching the kitchen out of his office to the doorway. A blonde man with sapphire eyes walked in at Raul’s nod. “Everything okay el gran xef?”

Raul nods and goes back to watching his pastry chef put a flourish on the last cake she was making.

“No it’s not, otherwise you would joke around with me and tease me.” The man says as he walks further into the office. He comes to a stop beside his friend. “Is this another Pep thing?”

Raul laughs slightly. “Yes, it’s another Pep thing.”

The blonde nods. “I don’t see why you don’t just dump him. I mean he makes you miserable a lot. And—”

“That’s quite enough Guti.” Raul says in a tone that knows he is not to be trifled with. “I won’t have you talking bad about him.”

“Sorry Raul.” Guti knows he crossed the line and takes a step closer to Raul to hug him. “I just don’t like seeing you worried and sad all the time.”

“I know.” Raul sighs and brings a hand to rub at his forehead even with Guti’s arms still wrapped around him. “He doesn’t mean too, he’s just busy a lot. And the boys… I don’t blame him for being even more irritable than usual.”

“I wonder how he would take being called irritable…” Guti asks no one in particular.

“Not well.” A voice says from behind them. Raul spins and looks genuinely horrified to see Pep standing in the doorway of the back door that led outside. He had given him a key so long ago that the other man had used so frequently, it now seemed like a perfectly stupid thing to forget.

“How—how long have you been standing there?” Raul asks, fear flooding his body.

“Long enough to hear what I needed too.” Pep gives a look at Guti. “And to see what I needed too.”

“Pep, it’s not—”

“Are you going to tell me it’s not what it looks like?!” Pep asks, the anger rising in his voice and Raul lowers his head. In truth, it didn’t look good at all. “Look, you said you wanted a break Raul? Well, I guess now we have the perfect excuse to have one. In fact, why don’t we just end everything right here and now?”

“Pep, don’t…” Raul’s voice begs, his heart breaking with every inch that separated them. “Please, don’t…I love—”

“Don’t you dare tell me you love me. Don’t you dare say it Raul because you obviously would rather be with him than see me off. Don’t you dare say it because you don’t know the meaning of the words.” Pep turns and starts out the door.

“Pep wait!” Raul calls and springs into action. He stops just outside the door and sees Pep turn the corner to return to the busy street. Pep did not look back once. Raul feels his heavy heart sink to the pit of his stomach. “What have I done?”