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Title: wish i had your poker face
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 978
Pairing: David Villa/David Silva
Disclaimer: While inspired by real persons and events, this is a work of fiction.
Summary: After the record-breaking Copa Confederaciones match against Tahiti, the two Davids realize that a move to England might not actually bring them closer together.

"Great game, Guaje!" Cesc Fabregas gave the two of them a cheery wave as they ducked into David Villa's room.

"Great game, Guaje," Villa mimicked, and flopped onto his bed, frowning. "As if that performance proved anything. I'm surprised that Pepe didn't score against them."

Silva joined him on the bed, trailing a hand suggestively along his inner thigh. "Still, ten goals? That's got to be a record. Xavi would know," he mused.

"Four of them from Nando," Villa said in an aggrieved tone. "A fucking poker, even without the penalty shot. He should have let me take it, selfish bastard."

"Selfish?" Silva laughed. "He tried to give you at least two more goals that I could see, what more do you want?"

But now, "I don't need his fucking charity," Villa muttered, and nipped at Silva's neck.

"Well, sure, if you're determined to be pissed off at him..." Silva teased, and Villa sighed, but with more fondness than annoyance. They both knew that Villa appreciated it when Silva was bold enough to call him on his bullshit, belying the sweet, shy demeanor with which he was credited by most of their teammates and the press.

"Whose side are you on, anyway?" he complained, flicking Silva's ear.

"Ours," Silva said immediately, twining his fingers in Villa's, who gave them a rough squeeze. "Anyway, you still got a hat trick, that doesn't suck."

"Well, you weren't so shabby yourself," Villa said gruffly. "Two goals, and how many assists was that? I lost track."

Silva smiled up at him. "No, you didn't."

"No, I didn't," Villa agreed, his mouth twitching into a grin despite his best efforts, and he bent down to kiss Silva soundly on the mouth.


It wasn't until much later, when they lay together, sweaty limbs entangled, that Villa began grumbling again.

"At least Nando understands that it's a partnership. He shares his chances, most of the time."

"Oh yeah? I saw you yelling at him for not passing you the ball in the first half," Silva said, grinning.

"What? That's something that Leo would do, not me," Villa protested, but he looked faintly troubled.

"I saw the papers. The tax thing. Do you think he's guilty?" Silva asked, in as idle a tone as he could summon.

"Nah," David said dismissively. "No way."

His certainty prompted Silva to raise himself on his elbow. "Really? You don't think that he owes the Spanish government millions of dollars?"

"I didn't say that," Villa shrugged. "But I'm sure it wasn't intentional. What do the Messis know about money? The lawyer says, here, sign this piece of paper, you sign it, that's it. Leo wouldn't have a fucking clue."

"You seem to know a lot about it," Silva ventured.

"I know Leo," Villa said shortly.

And Silva wanted to ask, Oh really, just how well do you know Leo? but he didn't, because that was never part of the deal. Just like he never asked after Villa's kids, or how he was getting on with Patricia. When they were alone together, well, they were alone together. That was the only way it could work.

So he changed the subject. "Well, I hear you won't have to put up with him for much longer. Eh, Guaje, are the rumors true? Have you been brushing up on your English lessons?"

Villa rolled his eyes. "Yeah, you and Pepe have made me feel like I've been missing out on so much all these years. The bad weather, worse food..."

"Only London clubs?" Silva tried to keep his tone light, but Villa gave him a sharp look.

"So far. Anyway, living in London would be more interesting, no?"

It was on the tip of Silva's tongue to tell him that Manchester had one enormous advantage over London, but he didn't, and he knew that he never would. Except...

"If you came to Man City," he said, "every game could be like this one, Guaje."

Villa snorted. "I doubt that the other clubs in the Premier League would appreciate the comparison to Tahiti."

"You know what I mean," Silva said softly, looking away.

"Playing for the same club," Villa rolled the words around on his tongue as if tasting them, "would be pretty fucking spectacular, all right. But," he sighed, "we could never keep this a secret if we did."

"You mean you couldn't," Silva replied bluntly.

"Not everyone has your poker face, cariño," Villa pointed out, stroking Silva's shoulder as if attempting to take some of the sting out of the exchange.

Silva shrugged him off, feeling suddenly sad, and very tired. "No," he agreed, sitting up and reaching for his shirt. "No, they don't."

"Where are you going?" Villa demanded, although he made no move to stop him. "Does Navas need someone to hold his hand again?"

He tugged his shirt down over his hips, grabbed his shorts. "That jealousy of yours," he told Villa, "is such an attractive quality."

"Jealousy, my ass," Villa growled, folding his arms and staring at the ceiling. "I just think it's a little ridiculous that a grown man can't even attend an international tournament without his therapist."

"There are souls more sensitive than yours," Silva said, a little more sharply than he'd intended.

"Oh, it's his soul that interests you, is it?" Villa needled, ignoring the dig. "Not those big blue eyes or that shapely little-"

Silva cut him off. "I'll see you later, Guaje," he said firmly, and left, still barefoot, his trainers dangling from his fingertips, and the blood pounding in his ears.

Pepe caught up with him in the corridor. "Porra in our room tonight. Are you and el Guaje done in there?"

"Yeah," Silva said, "we're done," and when Pepe made a sympathetic face and bent down to embrace him, he knew that he had given away much more than he'd meant to.


( 21 comments — Leave a comment )
Jun. 21st, 2013 04:53 pm (UTC)
I died yesterday. And now I died again. Perfect *-*
Jun. 21st, 2013 05:46 pm (UTC)
Thank you! This was my first Silvilla fic - glad to hear that you liked it!
Jun. 21st, 2013 05:54 pm (UTC)
dude I'm still pissed at Fernando for that stupid chip when David was waiting for a tap-in. and why did he take the penalty when David's Spain's penalty taker? (and for a reason, as we can clearly see...)

"As if that performance proved anything. I'm surprised that Pepe didn't score against them." LOLOLOLOL so true. I wish he could have had a hat trick against strong opposition.

omg Villa is such a grumpy bitch, and usually I love that, but poor Silva here (and poor Jesus)... you've really captured them!
Jun. 21st, 2013 06:07 pm (UTC)
It's true, Torres should have passed it - David's expression and gestures were priceless. And the penalty, urgh. At least it gave the Tahitian keeper a chance to look a little more competent. I felt sorry for him, really - he wasn't bad, he just was getting no help at all from his defense.

They were so unequal that it was a bit hard for me to watch, to be honest. And after they brought the little gifts for everyone and were so proud to be there playing against Spain, they just got the thrashing of a lifetime.

I don't actually think that Villa is a grumpy bitch in real life, in fact he seems pretty sweet and magnanimous, but he is awfully fun to write this way. And of course the contrast with Silva is irresistible.

Thanks so much for commenting!
Jun. 21st, 2013 06:40 pm (UTC)
did you see how he waved his arms whenever he was open and waiting for a pass? (well, during the first half at least.) it was so cute. and yes, he was really working on his bitchface when it came to Fernando ;)

tbh, and I know this is petty, but I was glad that Torres missed the penalty. I didn't want him to outshine David, and then he scored a fourth one anyway -.- David should have taken the penalty, then he could have four too. do you know why Torres took the penalty instead of David?

I felt bad for Roche too! he had no defence. and I felt bad for Tahiti in general, especially when the scoreline just kept skyrocketing and skyrocketing. but on the other hand, I love Spain and I want them to do as well as possible, so my feelings of pity for Tahiti and pride/joy for Spain were conflicting. what gifts? :O

I wonder why pretty much everyone writes him as a grumpy bitch. I do that as well, but like you said, I think he's sweet irl too. that's why I generally try to go for a balance, I guess.
Jun. 21st, 2013 06:54 pm (UTC)
Yes, I saw that - it was hard to miss! ;)

I was kind of glad that Torres missed it, too. I have no idea why he took it instead of David.

Oh me too, I love to see Spain shine, but of course it's more satisfying when it happens against stronger teams. Oh, when the players were greeting each other in the line-up before the match started, the Tahitian players each hung something around one of the Spanish players' necks. And they had leis for the staff and... oh, several little things like that. They went to say hello to all the players on the bench, too. It was so sweet.

I'm guessing that he got a bit of a reputation when he was younger, for slapping other players on the pitch and stuff like that, and once that character had become established in fanon, it just stuck.

Edited at 2013-06-21 06:57 pm (UTC)
Jun. 21st, 2013 09:00 pm (UTC)
Aww you did write it, yay. :)

I love it, really interesting seeing the dynamics there. Between them, and that everything is better with Pepe.

Of course Xavi would know the record, Xavi knows everything. *nods*
As an aside; now I feel a need to write a 'meanwhile at the other end of the corridor', noticed they didn't sit next to each other and there must be a reason why. ;))
Jun. 21st, 2013 09:08 pm (UTC)
Wrote itself, really. I'm honestly not sure what just happened here.

*nods* Everything is better with Pepe.

Hahaha, I thought you'd like the Xavi ref. So the Davids didn't sit next to each other, eh? Curiouser and curiouser.

Edited at 2013-06-21 09:09 pm (UTC)
Jun. 21st, 2013 09:21 pm (UTC)
Ah those are the best kind of fics. :)

I know right, he's worming his way into a big staring role in my fic (well pretty much all of my fics actually) and not exactly holding back there.

Oh of course. :)
No I meant Xavi and Iker ... there was a clear buffer zone of Andres and VV (maybe someone else?) in between them.
If memory serves Iker & Andres have been bench-buddies before, it's quite cute.
Jun. 21st, 2013 09:25 pm (UTC)
Oh, you mean during the Tahiti match! Yes, I noticed that too. So you have an explanation forthcoming? ;)
Jun. 21st, 2013 09:39 pm (UTC)
I'm slowly formulating one ... I think Puyi felt compelled to issue a directive 'in light of recent event'. :)
Jun. 21st, 2013 09:44 pm (UTC)
Hmm... what recent events would those be?
Jun. 21st, 2013 10:35 pm (UTC)
When it becomes clear I'll let you know.
Jun. 21st, 2013 09:05 pm (UTC)
This was really good but sad too. Jealous Villa, Jealous Silva. *shakes head* you silly boys. Can't you just be happy?
Jun. 21st, 2013 09:11 pm (UTC)
*smile* Not in my hands, they can't. Thanks so much for commenting!
Jun. 22nd, 2013 06:33 am (UTC)
Yes. These two. I always have this desperate need to read about them each time Spain NT is playing. It most often comes down to rereading old stuff so THANK YOU for giving me something new. *___*

(Grumpy!Villa and Sweet!Silva seem to be "official" versions of them in fanfiction and I'm okay with this but in my head they are exactly the other way round.)
Jun. 22nd, 2013 12:22 pm (UTC)
Thanks so much for letting me know you liked this! I dunno, I've never felt the urge to write about these two before, but something about the Tahiti match and the way Villa kissed Silva for the assist and the obvious rivalry with Torres inspired this.

I agree, I think that Villa is actually very sweet (I'm not familiar enough with the RL Silva to form an opinion), but here I've adhered to the consensus fanfiction versions.
Jun. 22nd, 2013 11:10 pm (UTC)
A lot of this sailed over my head - but I did google images, because that always helps me, and I realised that I did know who Silva was. Cuties!

Anyway, despite being ignorant of context, I enjoyed it, especially the banter, which is pretty much always a sure thing in your hands.

And wait - shocker - is Messi in some kind of tax trouble? *gulps*
Jun. 22nd, 2013 11:35 pm (UTC)
Silva/Villa is a surprisingly popular ship - they played together at Valencia before Villa went to Barcelona and Silva to Manchester City, and there's a long tradition of break-up fic, long distance relationship fic, international tournament reunion fic, etc.

I'm all about the banter :). Since Villa's fanon characterization is sort of bitchy and Housian, he's fun to write.

Yes, you hadn't heard? They are accused of owing millions in back taxes and are supposed to report to court in September. Well, Spain is desperate for money, so I'm not surprised that they're looking under the sofa cushions.
Jun. 23rd, 2013 01:40 am (UTC)
Oh no boys! Don't be so jealous! You love each other! Focus!
Jun. 23rd, 2013 01:58 am (UTC)
LOL. Thanks for reading and commenting!
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