United Slash. Don't kill me plz?

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Title: Our Secret 1 of ?
Characters: Ryan Giggs/Gary Neville for this part, others later
Rating: NC-17 this part
Warnings: slight d/s
Words: 2,498
A/N: I tried something a little different this time, the pairings being an obvious clue. I hope that it wasn’t in vain and that somebody likes it. :-] Part one of…probably three, maybe more.



“You came.”

Ryan shut the door softly behind him and saw Gary sitting in a chair by the balcony. He dropped the coat for his suit across one of the chairs and loosened his tie as he walked further into the room. It was dark in there, but Ryan still saw the glass on the table next to the chair Gary was in.

“I said I would.” Ryan unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. He didn’t wait for an invitation before he sat on the end of the bed by Gary’s knee.

“I thought you might stand me up again.” Gary’s voice was detached and distant while he stretched back in the chair. For a minute Ryan wondered how long he’d been sitting like that.

Then he remembered their game.

“My name isn’t David, Gary.”

Gary gave him a dark glare for the implication of his comment and Ryan knew he would be punished for that. Sometimes Gary made him frustrated and so he said things he didn’t mean, like now for example. Ryan held his gaze coolly and waited for Gary to react.

Sometimes Ryan wondered how he had gotten into this position in the first place. This was all just a game to Gary and eventually he would be discarded as all the others before had been. They all failed in some way because they weren’t Gary Neville’s idea of perfection. They all had some fault with them, something that made them wrong in his eyes. They all weren’t David.

Gary’s fingers started at his buttons and started to undo them slowly. The shirt started to open and reveal his chest and eventually Gary undid all the buttons. When his hand hesitated on his belt, Ryan wondered how Gary was going to play the game tonight.

“You do it.” Gary sat back further in the chair and gave Ryan an impatient look.

Ryan sat back further on the bed and continued to give Gary a level look. “Do it yourself.”

Gary raised his eyebrows at the dismissal of his request. Their game had officially begun.

“I said you do it.” Gary’s tone was dangerously slow. Gary was politely warning him to do as he asked or he would be punished and not in the good way. But Ryan wasn’t going to give in this time.

“Weren’t you ever taught to respect your elders? Even Phil understands that.”

Ryan watched his eyes darken in anger while the look of anger crossed his face. That had done it.

Gary rose from the chair quickly and moved to the bed and glared down at him. “How dare you speak to me like that? Who do you think you are? I am the captain of this club and—”

Ryan ignored the death glares that Gary was giving him and pulled Gary down onto the bed. “Stop getting full of yourself and do as you’re told.”

Gary glared at him but Ryan didn’t care. He was the one in charge; he had been from the start. He pushed Gary’s hands to the bed and shifted over him. He pushed hard on Gary’s wrists and leaned down to kiss him.

The kiss was hard, fierce and had no amount of tender lovingness in it at all. Gary was fighting him for control but Ryan was not letting him get the upper hand. Ryan pulled away from him a moment later and stood up. He collected himself and caught his breath quickly while Gary looked up at him.

“Undo it yourself.” Gary reached down to take a firm hold of his belt and undid the buckle slowly.

“Some time today Neville.” Gary’s glare darkened even more but complied with a quicker pace.

“Now what, Ryan?”

Ryan undid his tie completely and sat back down on the bed, near the headboard. “Take off your trousers then please me, if you can.”

Gary practically growled at Ryan but moved closer after unzipping his pants. He pushed them off his hips and let them fall to the floor, uncaring of where they ended up. He went to push the shirt off his shoulders but Ryan stopped him with his hand on Gary’s wrist.

“Leave it.” Ryan watched Gary turn and move closer. He leaned back in the pillows and waited for Gary to move.

He felt Gary’s hands on his thighs while he moved closer and kissed him hard. Ryan kissed him back lazily and felt Gary fumbling with his belt. He hissed when Gary’s hand finally found his cock and began to stroke him slowly.

Somehow his eyes had closed at the touch and when he blinked them open, Gary was smirking at him while he moved his hand slowly. Ryan glared back at him and leaned further back against the headboard.

“Take off my clothes.” Ryan commanded after a few more slow strokes.

Gary pulled his hand away from Ryan and pushed the fabric of his pants down quickly. Ryan lifted his hips to help but let Gary do the rest. When Gary threw them to the floor, Ryan shook his head and pushed Gary’s hands from his body.

“Fold them and put them on the chair.”

Gary scoffed incredulously. “Really?”

“Do it Neville or find someone else to do this for you.” Ryan watched as Gary scoffed and moved over to pick up his pants from the floor. He watched Gary fold them lazily and drop them in the chair. While his back was still turned, Ryan put his tie on the pillow next to him and removed his shirt.

“What do you want now?” Gary turned and asked and crossed his arms, glare still fully intact.

“You were supposed to please me. You haven’t.” Ryan said disinterestedly and adjusted the tie on the pillow, making sure that he didn’t give any attention to Gary.

He heard Gary make an annoyed noise before he heard his footsteps on the carpet. He felt a warm hand touch his thigh and looked down to see Gary kneeling beside the bed. With dark eyes, Gary stroked Ryan’s length into hardness. Ryan took a deep breath and felt his abdomen start to clench with the touches on his cock.

“I said please me Neville. If this is the best you can do…” Ryan shook his head.

He was certain that Gary was going to murder him at some point with his glare but that didn’t matter when Gary closed his lips around his cock. He couldn’t help the small moan that came when Gary’s tongue swirled around the shaft. He let his head rest against the pillows while Gary’s hand joined his mouth on his cock.

Gary’s hand massaged the base while his tongue traced the vein that ran up the side. Ryan groaned loudly and he fisted the sheets. He brought his hand up to Gary’s head and slowly put pressure to push his head further down. Gary resisted for only a second before complying, eyes burning holes into Ryan’s forehead as he did so.

“Fuck Gary,” Ryan groaned again and lifted his hips to thrust inside of Gary’s mouth.

Gary pushed against Ryan’s thighs at the intrusion of having his mouth fucked but Ryan didn’t let up until he felt his orgasm starting to build. He pulled Gary up by his shoulder and shoved him onto the bed.

“I take it I pleased you…” Gary said while wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Shut up.” Ryan kissed him hard and ground his hips down into Gary’s.

Gary pressed back up into Ryan and bit his lip. Ryan pulled up quickly when he felt the pain. He tasted blood and glared at Gary. “What was that for?”

“For fucking my mouth. You know I don’t do that.” Gary leaned back into the bed with a smirk.

Ryan cursed under his breath before he reached for a condom and lube from the table beside the bed. “Really? It seems to me like you’re my bitch now.”

He felt the slap along his back and the sharp jab at his ribs. Ryan turned and caught Gary’s wrist before he could hit him again. Gary fought his hold and shoved at him. Ryan pushed Gary back onto the bed, but Gary pulled him down on top of his body. Ryan felt Gary’s knee catch his hip while his hand shoved at his shoulder.

“Stop Gary.” Ryan said while trying to keep the man still underneath him.

“I hate you!”

Ryan stopped moving and looked down at the vehement look in Gary’s eyes. Both of them were breathing heavily but that wasn’t what bothered Ryan. The look of contempt on Gary’s face was full of rage, both suppressed and not.

He knew it wasn’t him that Gary was mad at; he just happened to be here now and not let him have his way. It was part of the game, he reminded himself, he had to be strong now and make Gary hurt. It was what Gary wanted, what he needed, to feel better.

Ryan shoved Gary’s hands above his head and pressed them down into the bed.

“You hate the idea of me, of what you have to do to get off and feel better.” Ryan shoved his hands hard into the bed while he sat back across Gary’s knees to open the condom packet.

“Bastard.”

Ryan ignored the comment and slid the condom on quickly. He then took a small amount of lube and poured it over his fingers. He took his time to prepare Gary, enough time to get him prepared properly but not enough so that Gary got any real satisfaction from it. When he pushed back on his fingers, Ryan withdrew them and started to slick up his cock.

He held tightly to Gary’s hip and moved closer. “Shut up Neville.”

Ryan pushed into Gary before the man could form a proper retort. Gary inhaled quickly and held tightly to Ryan’s arm. Ryan pressed in further until he was completely inside of Gary and waited for him to adjust. It took a few moments before Gary had eased his grip on Ryan’s arm and started to move his hips with Ryan’s.

Ryan closed his eyes and started to thrust deeply. While Gary might just be using him as an excuse to have to fight for dominance, Ryan was also using him to forget how much he hated not being with the ‘right’ Neville. It was stupid, he had Gary now, wasn’t that what he wanted in the first place?

He increased the pace and opened his eyes when he heard Gary moan. His partner was pressing against him and rocking his hips with every thrust Ryan made. Ryan leaned down and kissed Gary hard. Gary kissed him back and pulled him closer, causing Ryan to thrust even deeper inside of him.

One of them groaned into the kiss, but Ryan wasn’t sure who it was. He felt Gary start to tense under his hands and he could feel the inner muscles starting to clench around him. Ryan moved his hand lower and started to stroke his cock while he thrust into him.

Gary brought his hand up to the nape of Ryan’s neck and brought him closer to kiss him harder. He groaned loudly and started to come around Ryan’s hand. Ryan closed his eyes once more and thrust harder. Gary was tight around him, almost unbearably so, and it was too much. Ryan thrust hard and started to come.

He sank down on top of Gary while both of them tried to regain their breath. Ryan closed his eyes and let his head rest on Gary’s chest. This was his secret; this was his guilty pleasure. He wanted Gary for keeps but he knew that he could never have him. Instead, he had found himself a replacement that wasn’t as good as Gary but was better for him, healthier even. But no matter how great a guy Michael was, he still wanted Gary.

“I can’t believe you made me fold your pants.”

Ryan allowed himself a small chuckle. “You were asking for it, telling me to undo your belt buckle.”

He felt Gary’s hand on his back and held himself together enough not to press into the touch like he wanted to.

“Thank you Ryan.”

Three words, but they weren’t the three words he wanted Gary to say to him. Those three words he’d never hear in a million lifetimes.

“You’re welcome.” Ryan sighed and forced himself away from Gary. He needed to get back to his own room. He needed to get away from Gary before he did something stupid, like beg for this to become a more permanent fixture. He started to get up and threw the used condom in the trash before he went over to his pants.

“I don’t hate you, you know.” Gary said as he watched Ryan redress.

“I know Gary.”

“Good. You’re still my best mate, you know that.”

“I know. Don’t forget to call David before you go to sleep.” Ryan reminded him, deflecting the attention off himself. He smoothed the front of his shirt and picked up his suit jacket and draped it over his arm.

“I won’t. Give my regards to Michael, would you?”

Ryan nodded and started for the door. He wanted an escape and was going to get it before Gary could torture him anymore. He stopped by the door and looked once more at Gary.

“Goodnight Gaz.”

Gary nodded and was already dialing the familiar number. “Night Ryan.”

Ryan shut the door behind him and started down the hallway towards his own room. He swallowed thickly and got lost inside of his thoughts. Sure he was technically the dominant in the relationship because the only place Gary would even think about submitting would be in the bedroom, but even so, Gary may as well have been the one who was in charge. He had the power to rip Ryan to pieces and whether or not he knew he was doing it, he did.

All he could have of Gary was the small piece of him that he gave him when they played their game. He was the only one Gary came to for that and for that Ryan felt a small amount of pride, even if he had self-contempt for it at the same time. He had one upped the great David Beckham in that department at least, though he wasn’t sure he was supposed to feel proud about it.

Ryan pushed the door to his hotel room open and sighed. He was tired and not just because he had just had sex. He wanted Gary in more ways that this, whatever this was. But then again, it wasn’t possible. After all, he was with Michael and Gary was still hoping that David hadn’t replaced him yet.

Both of them were stuck in the lives they had made for themselves. Sometimes Ryan really hated being himself.