Request Drabbles, Part Two: Five Drabbles

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Title: Request Drabbles, Part Two: Five Drabbles
Characters/Pairings: Steven Gerrard/Xabi Alonso, Iker Casillas/Sergio Ramos, David Villa/David Silva, Villa/Silva (again), Bojan Krkic/Pep Guardiola
Rating: PG to NC-17
Words: total: 955
A/N: I’m filling the requests in the order they were received. So if you’re towards the bottom, be patient, I promise I’ll get to you. :) Yes, I’m still taking requests. So go here to ask for something if you want it.


Pairing: Gerrard/Alonso
Title: Faith and Trust
Rating: PG
Requested By: iphridian

It was one of the few times that they could be together. They used to have so many chances that they either didn’t use or just simply wasted. Now, every second was a gift. Every second that they were near each other had to count. Steven knew it; Xabi knew it.

Their desire and longing and hurt for missing one another overwhelmed them. Steven had every intention of making Xabi return to Spain with the thought in his mind to return as soon as possible.

Pairing: Casillas/Ramos
Title: Spanish Flair
Rating: NC-17
Requested By: nartymeus

Iker tried to keep Sergio down on the bed by pressing his hand against the tanned shoulder, but it was useless. Sergio’s body arched into his while his fingernails dug deeply into the skin. Their hips bucked together and Iker moaned loudly. It felt good, too good.

Sergio’s hand moved faster on his own cock. Spilling from his lips was a rush of obscenities. Iker knew how he felt. Wrapping his arm around Sergio’s back, Iker thrust deep and came hard inside of his gitano.

Pairing: Villa/Silva
Title: You Taste Like…
Rating: PG
Requested By: xxi_vii

It takes David a long time to figure out what his counterpart tastes like. At first, he thinks that maybe it’s cinnamon—but no, that isn’t quite right. Then he thinks perhaps it is coffee, but that isn’t right either. It takes him a while, almost a month full of long, tantalizing kisses before he gets the right track. He’s tried mocha, cream, sugar, syrup, even sweet baking dough—but none of them are right. Sugar is too blatantly sweet and mocha is too much like coffee. Cream is smooth and delicious, but has no spice. Syrup is sticky and thick; and the dough is just not enough.

Finally Villa realizes what it is that Silva tastes like. An object that many desire but only he can have. It’s something sweet, with just the perfect hint of spice, and is smooth and has a wonderful texture on his tongue.

Silva is chocolate flavored and Villa desires nothing more than to continuously taste him.

Pairing: Villa/Silva
Title: Paradise
Rating: PG-13
Requested By: elemersglue

When he was a boy, the idea of paradise was being on a football pitch with a ball under his feet. The air would be warm, the sun kind, and the smell of fresh grass would take over everything. He would imagine he was in a stadium, the greatest stadiums in Europe, and he would have his name chanted from every corner of them. He would be the greatest footballer in the world.

When he was a teenager, the idea of paradise was making the first team on a permanent basis. He had had glimpses of the elite eleven and even the elite twenty or so that made it to the perfect number. He had trained with them and his desire to be with them doubled every day. His determination to be among them increased and so did his longing.

When he was a young man, the idea of paradise was winning everything he could get his hands on. Trophies were his number one lusting but the pulsing quest for victory spread to everything. He wanted to win whatever he tried and he did for the most part. If defeat dare raised its head in his presence, he glared it down until he overcame that which denied him.

When he was a grown man, the idea of paradise was five foot seven with brown hair and brown eyes. The lust of winning had changed to another kind of lust, a far more important one. He had never truly known what desire was until he wanted Silva. Nothing was ever going to be enough until he had Silva’s love.

When he was a middle-aged man, the idea of paradise was the opportunity to live forever with his Silva.

Pairing: Bojan/Pep
Title: Broken
Rating: PG-13
Requested By: liza_althea
Note: The request asked for a song drabble and to use the song Broken by Seether. You can look it up if you want to listen. I don’t think it’s quite as angsty as you wanted, sorry :S

I don’t feel right when you’re gone away

The shock that had filled the entire team when the news that Pep had been taken to hospital affected everyone differently. Xavi had stayed extra quiet, he didn’t even smile when Andres gave him a hug. Gerard didn’t even make any jokes. Leo didn’t really look at anyone for the entire day. Villa was extra moody.

But no one took it quite the same way as Bojan.

Bojan worked diligently in training. He still had a spring in his step. It seemed to everyone that Bojan was just completely unaffected by the entire affair.

They found it odd that the boy who worshiped ‘Godiola’ was so happy at their hero’s mortality. Sure, Pep wasn’t dying, but he was in considerable pain. Surely the boy would be respectful of that! They stayed silent, though. Even Gerard’s unusual silence was more welcome than the oddity of Bojan’s behavior.


Pep was in bed, resting his back, when Bojan arrived. Immediately, the boy moved over to the bed and took Pep’s hand. He carefully situated himself so that he could curl against Pep’s side.

“How was training?” Pep asked quietly, welcoming him into his space with his arm around Bojan’s body.

“Okay. Everyone misses you.” Bojan supplied quickly and inhaled Pep’s unique smell.

“They behaved? They did their drills the way they were supposed to?” Pep asked and Bojan nodded quickly.

“Tito has everyone in hand Pep. He’ll be along later to tell you about training I’m sure.” Bojan spoke softly.

Pep released his breath and shifted to kiss the top of Bojan’s head. “Very well. Stay with me a little while longer Kiki.”

Bojan smiled to himself and curled as close as he could without hurting Pep. He was the favorite and reveled in his status. He smiled to himself when he felt the warm softness of Pep’s lips on his forehead. When Pep was better, he would have his just rewards for taking such good care of their injured leader.

The others could eat their hearts out.