Anything For You --- Iker/Cesc
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tr_ficTitle: Anything For You
Pairing: Iker Casillas/Cesc Fabregas ; Iker Casillas/David Beckham implied
Rating: R
Words: 1,320
Warnings: this could be borderline dark!fic…just so you’re warned…
A/N: Was listening to this song by Evanescence and my mind went to some place that I have rarely visited and this came up as a result. It’s not my usual type of fic in that it is darker and definitely not fluffy or anything along those lines, so if that bothers you…I’d skip it.
I'll believe
All your lies
Just pretend you love me
Make believe
Close your eyes
I'll be anything for you
From the way the captain’s eyes were listlessly dark and uninterested in the things around him, even in the ongoing football match, the midfielder recognizes that his time had come at long last. He nods once to himself in recognition of the victory that he had waited years for.
Tonight would be the night he would make his move to get what he knew should have been his from the beginning.
“Cesc, I’m really not in the mood for this.” Iker grumbles as Cesc leads him to his hotel room.
“A nice dinner wouldn’t hurt anyone.” The Catalan says pleasantly, dark eyes transfixed on the back of Iker’s head.
“I appreciate it, I do, but I’d much prefer to be alone tonight.” Iker tells him for the hundredth time. Cesc was really beginning to get annoyed with the way Iker was trying to get away from him.
“Why? So you can cry over Beckham’s picture for one more night?” Cesc snaps in annoyance.
Iker stops and looks back over his shoulder and Cesc realizes what he had said. There is genuine hurt in Iker’s eyes and Cesc backtracks. He could not fail now that he was so very close to getting what he wanted.
“I’m sorry Iker, I just don’t like seeing you so sad.” Cesc bites his lip and makes his eyes go wide—the perfect picture of apologetic innocence, if only Iker knew…
Iker buys into it like Cesc knew he would. He reaches out to touch Cesc’s shoulder lightly and Cesc struggles to not react by leaning into the warm hand. “I appreciate your concern but I don’t think I’d be the best dinner companion.”
Cesc sees Iker looking at him but he knows that Iker isn’t seeing him, he’s seeing Beckham. Anger stirs inside of him and he hopes that he keeps it from his face—not that Iker would notice, he was blind to things like that, unless it was on David bloody Beckham’s face.
“Then don’t be.” Cesc pleads, his master plan slipping to expose slightly just how desperate he truly is.
Iker blinks in confusion at him. “What are you saying?”
Cesc puts on his mask of innocence and motions that they should continue this discussion in a location that is far more private than the hotel’s corridor. Iker follows; Cesc knows because it is of lonely curiosity and not personal interest—Cesc hates the damn Englishman just that much more.
Cesc opens the door to his hotel room and Iker follows him in lazily. Iker looks at Cesc with a tilted head and searching eyes. He naturally misses the internal desire for what Cesc wants desperately and is determined to have at any cost.
“What are you saying?” Iker repeats his question when all he sees is the mask of concern.
Cesc moves closer, he can play the ignorant fool perfectly, and rests a hand on Iker’s forearm. He speaks with a tone of friendly worry and nothing more sinister—even though that is not what is floating in his mind.
“Let me help take away the pain.” Cesc’s voice drops as he moves closer. “Let me help you Iker, please?”
Iker breathes in heavily, eyes darkening. “I couldn’t… I don’t want to hurt you.”
Iker always was too concerned for other people’s feelings, Cesc reflects absently as his mouth opens to relay his counter response.
“You won’t hurt me Iker,” Cesc leans up to breathe warmly on Iker’s ear and inwardly rejoices when Iker’s eyelids flutter closed. “Let me make you feel good. I know I can… Let me try?”
Cesc bites the fleshy part of his lower lip and watches as Iker swallows thickly. He knows he has him now, as if the man actually stood a chance.
Iker swallows and nods and Cesc leans up to kiss Iker. There is enough hesitation and sweetness that Cesc has Iker believing that he is an inexperienced child. Iker hesitantly brings Cesc closer into his body while the Catalan’s hands reach up to twist around Iker’s neck.
Cesc makes a sound of frustration when Iker stops kissing him and detangles them.
“I’m sorry, Cesc, I can’t.” Iker swallows constantly but Cesc knows it’s just an act to pretend to be in control of the situation.
“Why not?” Cesc pouts, his anger rising.
Iker rakes a hand through his hair. “It just doesn’t feel right…I can’t it’s too different. You’re not…” Iker manages to stop himself before he says the name but Cesc hears it as if Iker had screamed it.
“I’m not Beckham.” Cesc’s mind reels with anger and resentful scorn. He is too desperate to lose now.
Cesc walks closer to Iker and kisses him hard. The time for playing games was over.
“I’ll be anything, anyone for you.” Cesc presses another hard kiss to Iker’s lips.
He steps back when he has Iker gasping for air. Cesc’s brown eyes are wide and a hint of something darker than lust leaves a dark glint in them. Iker mistakes it for pure desire and moves closer, pulling Cesc to him hard.
Cesc goes willingly and doesn’t complain when Iker’s full weight knocks the air from his lungs as they fall on the bed. Cesc manages to push Iker onto his back and begins to unbutton Iker’s shirt. He kisses every inch of Iker’s smooth skin that he can. Cesc has to prove to Iker that he can be anyone that Iker wants.
Iker moans when Cesc’s tongue begins to tease his nipple. Cesc bites gently and Iker arches with a moan from the bed. Iker breathes in deeply as Cesc moves down the keeper’s abdomen. By the time Cesc’s mouth wraps around Iker’s cock, he is breathing deeply enough to push his diaphragm out to expose his ribs.
Cesc bobs his head against Iker’s length and makes sure that his Iker is enjoying himself. Iker swallows thickly but nothing seems to work to get enough air to his lungs or to his brain. Cesc watches through victorious eyes as Iker begins to fall even more apart at his touch.
He leaves Iker’s cock long enough to replace his mouth with his hand. He jerks Iker closer to completion. He watches feeling completely triumphant as Iker begins to come; he can feel the warm sticky liquid over his fingers. Each drop is another personal victory that replenishes Cesc’s desire for Iker.
Cesc kisses Iker’s neck while he swallows with his eyes clenched shut. Cesc lets his hand stroke Iker’s stomach. He almost pets him, trying to calm him down enough for him to gain his breath.
When Iker opens his eyes, Cesc makes sure that Iker sees only him. As he leans down to kiss him openly on the mouth, Cesc thinks hard enough on one thought. If he thinks it hard enough, then surely Iker would realize it and he would believe it.
An hour later when Iker is on his back, Cesc watches him sleep. His ass will be sore for a few days but the pain is worth it. Iker had made love to him, Cesc grinned at the thought. Iker loved him now, he had to.
Cesc stares propped up on his elbow and speaks his thought from earlier. He keeps his voice soft as to not wake up Iker. That would be rude after all, he wouldn’t want to wake up his lover.
“Aren’t we perfect for each other Iker? I know that it will take some time for you to see that. But I know that once you do, you’ll see. I’m perfect for you and I can love you better than anyone ever could. All you have to do is love me, I’ll be anything for you as long as you love me.”
Cesc nods to himself and curls against Iker’s body. Iker was his; Cesc would just have to make sure everyone else knew that.
Pairing: Iker Casillas/Cesc Fabregas ; Iker Casillas/David Beckham implied
Rating: R
Words: 1,320
Warnings: this could be borderline dark!fic…just so you’re warned…
A/N: Was listening to this song by Evanescence and my mind went to some place that I have rarely visited and this came up as a result. It’s not my usual type of fic in that it is darker and definitely not fluffy or anything along those lines, so if that bothers you…I’d skip it.
All your lies
Just pretend you love me
Make believe
Close your eyes
I'll be anything for you
From the way the captain’s eyes were listlessly dark and uninterested in the things around him, even in the ongoing football match, the midfielder recognizes that his time had come at long last. He nods once to himself in recognition of the victory that he had waited years for.
Tonight would be the night he would make his move to get what he knew should have been his from the beginning.
“Cesc, I’m really not in the mood for this.” Iker grumbles as Cesc leads him to his hotel room.
“A nice dinner wouldn’t hurt anyone.” The Catalan says pleasantly, dark eyes transfixed on the back of Iker’s head.
“I appreciate it, I do, but I’d much prefer to be alone tonight.” Iker tells him for the hundredth time. Cesc was really beginning to get annoyed with the way Iker was trying to get away from him.
“Why? So you can cry over Beckham’s picture for one more night?” Cesc snaps in annoyance.
Iker stops and looks back over his shoulder and Cesc realizes what he had said. There is genuine hurt in Iker’s eyes and Cesc backtracks. He could not fail now that he was so very close to getting what he wanted.
“I’m sorry Iker, I just don’t like seeing you so sad.” Cesc bites his lip and makes his eyes go wide—the perfect picture of apologetic innocence, if only Iker knew…
Iker buys into it like Cesc knew he would. He reaches out to touch Cesc’s shoulder lightly and Cesc struggles to not react by leaning into the warm hand. “I appreciate your concern but I don’t think I’d be the best dinner companion.”
Cesc sees Iker looking at him but he knows that Iker isn’t seeing him, he’s seeing Beckham. Anger stirs inside of him and he hopes that he keeps it from his face—not that Iker would notice, he was blind to things like that, unless it was on David bloody Beckham’s face.
“Then don’t be.” Cesc pleads, his master plan slipping to expose slightly just how desperate he truly is.
Iker blinks in confusion at him. “What are you saying?”
Cesc puts on his mask of innocence and motions that they should continue this discussion in a location that is far more private than the hotel’s corridor. Iker follows; Cesc knows because it is of lonely curiosity and not personal interest—Cesc hates the damn Englishman just that much more.
Cesc opens the door to his hotel room and Iker follows him in lazily. Iker looks at Cesc with a tilted head and searching eyes. He naturally misses the internal desire for what Cesc wants desperately and is determined to have at any cost.
“What are you saying?” Iker repeats his question when all he sees is the mask of concern.
Cesc moves closer, he can play the ignorant fool perfectly, and rests a hand on Iker’s forearm. He speaks with a tone of friendly worry and nothing more sinister—even though that is not what is floating in his mind.
“Let me help take away the pain.” Cesc’s voice drops as he moves closer. “Let me help you Iker, please?”
Iker breathes in heavily, eyes darkening. “I couldn’t… I don’t want to hurt you.”
Iker always was too concerned for other people’s feelings, Cesc reflects absently as his mouth opens to relay his counter response.
“You won’t hurt me Iker,” Cesc leans up to breathe warmly on Iker’s ear and inwardly rejoices when Iker’s eyelids flutter closed. “Let me make you feel good. I know I can… Let me try?”
Cesc bites the fleshy part of his lower lip and watches as Iker swallows thickly. He knows he has him now, as if the man actually stood a chance.
Iker swallows and nods and Cesc leans up to kiss Iker. There is enough hesitation and sweetness that Cesc has Iker believing that he is an inexperienced child. Iker hesitantly brings Cesc closer into his body while the Catalan’s hands reach up to twist around Iker’s neck.
Cesc makes a sound of frustration when Iker stops kissing him and detangles them.
“I’m sorry, Cesc, I can’t.” Iker swallows constantly but Cesc knows it’s just an act to pretend to be in control of the situation.
“Why not?” Cesc pouts, his anger rising.
Iker rakes a hand through his hair. “It just doesn’t feel right…I can’t it’s too different. You’re not…” Iker manages to stop himself before he says the name but Cesc hears it as if Iker had screamed it.
“I’m not Beckham.” Cesc’s mind reels with anger and resentful scorn. He is too desperate to lose now.
Cesc walks closer to Iker and kisses him hard. The time for playing games was over.
“I’ll be anything, anyone for you.” Cesc presses another hard kiss to Iker’s lips.
He steps back when he has Iker gasping for air. Cesc’s brown eyes are wide and a hint of something darker than lust leaves a dark glint in them. Iker mistakes it for pure desire and moves closer, pulling Cesc to him hard.
Cesc goes willingly and doesn’t complain when Iker’s full weight knocks the air from his lungs as they fall on the bed. Cesc manages to push Iker onto his back and begins to unbutton Iker’s shirt. He kisses every inch of Iker’s smooth skin that he can. Cesc has to prove to Iker that he can be anyone that Iker wants.
Iker moans when Cesc’s tongue begins to tease his nipple. Cesc bites gently and Iker arches with a moan from the bed. Iker breathes in deeply as Cesc moves down the keeper’s abdomen. By the time Cesc’s mouth wraps around Iker’s cock, he is breathing deeply enough to push his diaphragm out to expose his ribs.
Cesc bobs his head against Iker’s length and makes sure that his Iker is enjoying himself. Iker swallows thickly but nothing seems to work to get enough air to his lungs or to his brain. Cesc watches through victorious eyes as Iker begins to fall even more apart at his touch.
He leaves Iker’s cock long enough to replace his mouth with his hand. He jerks Iker closer to completion. He watches feeling completely triumphant as Iker begins to come; he can feel the warm sticky liquid over his fingers. Each drop is another personal victory that replenishes Cesc’s desire for Iker.
Cesc kisses Iker’s neck while he swallows with his eyes clenched shut. Cesc lets his hand stroke Iker’s stomach. He almost pets him, trying to calm him down enough for him to gain his breath.
When Iker opens his eyes, Cesc makes sure that Iker sees only him. As he leans down to kiss him openly on the mouth, Cesc thinks hard enough on one thought. If he thinks it hard enough, then surely Iker would realize it and he would believe it.
An hour later when Iker is on his back, Cesc watches him sleep. His ass will be sore for a few days but the pain is worth it. Iker had made love to him, Cesc grinned at the thought. Iker loved him now, he had to.
Cesc stares propped up on his elbow and speaks his thought from earlier. He keeps his voice soft as to not wake up Iker. That would be rude after all, he wouldn’t want to wake up his lover.
“Aren’t we perfect for each other Iker? I know that it will take some time for you to see that. But I know that once you do, you’ll see. I’m perfect for you and I can love you better than anyone ever could. All you have to do is love me, I’ll be anything for you as long as you love me.”
Cesc nods to himself and curls against Iker’s body. Iker was his; Cesc would just have to make sure everyone else knew that.
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