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FOOTBALL RPF FIC: ¿Y ahora qué hacemos?

Title: ¿Y ahora qué hacemos?
Rating: R
Pairing: David Villa/Lionel Messi, brief allusion to Xavi Hernandez/Iker Casillas
Word Count: ~1500
Disclaimer: While inspired by real persons and events, this is a work of fiction.
Summary: David visits Leo in Ibiza. Obligatory post-Atleti announcement Messilla fic.

"So it's official." Leo didn't look up from the table, where he was toying with a battered deck of cards. "I read it on Sport two days ago." He shuffled briefly, spread them out in a fan. "I thought for sure it would be Arsenal. Maybe the Spurs."

David had actually planned to apologize, had dutifully cultivated a conciliatory mood all the way to the beach house in Ibiza, but Leo's passive-aggressive reaction pissed him off enough that he forgot his promise to himself. "I wanted to tell you sooner," he ground out, "but you haven't exactly been easy to track down this summer. For your fans, either, I've heard," he added, twisting the knife just a little.

"You must have been thinking about leaving for a long time," Leo said softly.

David shook his head. "Don't even start with that shit. I tried to talk to you about it all season. You're the one who didn't want to discuss the possibility."

Leo shrugged. He was who he was. That had always been part of the package. "I knew you were unhappy. But what was the point? I don't control the line-up."

"That's a load of crap," David said sharply. "The whole fucking team is built around you, has been since before I got here. I fit in for a while. Now I don't. End of story." He was not, they both knew, referring solely to his position on the pitch.

Leo didn't deny it, but there was sympathy in his eyes as he finally looked up from the table to meet David's gaze. He looks... good, David thought. Rested. Sharper. Ever so slightly tanned. He felt a slow, insidious uncoiling in his gut, a sudden heat in his groin.

"Anyway," David awkwardly. Stupid. This had been a stupid idea. "I just wanted to say goodbye in person. If I could have seen you before the news broke, I would have."

"So this is... goodbye?" Leo asked. They stared at each other, Leo still sitting expectantly in his chair, David standing stiffly in the doorway, the solid oak table a seemingly insurmountable barrier between them.

"Leo," David said helplessly. Mercurial moods aside, he had always been helpless against Leo, that was both how it had begun and why it had to end. "Please. Say something."

Leo's lower lip trembled; he ducked his head quickly to try to hide it. "I don't want you to go," he mumbled. His shoulders started to shake.

David couldn't take it anymore; he crossed over and put a hand on Leo's slim shoulder. "I wish I didn't have to," he admitted. At that, Leo twisted around and wrapped his arms about David's waist, buried his beaky nose in David's belly. David felt himself stir, tried to ignore it as he stroked Leo's soft, subtly sun-bleached hair.

Leo mumbled something unintelligible against his shirt, so David bent down to hear him better. "What was that?"

"There's a spare room at the back of the house. Nobody will bother us."

And just like that, David allowed himself to be led down the quiet corridor, past the bedroom where Cesc was lying down cuddling Lia and discreetly averting his eyes. The spare room was painted cobalt blue, with white trim and spotless white sheets on the queen sized bed. Leo let go of David's hand long enough to lock the door and close the blinds, blocking their view of the bright, empty beach. Then he took hold of David again and pulled him down onto the sun-warmed sheets.

He had somehow expected it to be different this time, but they fit together as they always had, Leo's encouraging moans rising in intensity as David rocked into him. The drops that trickled down his face to cling briefly to his chin before spattering onto Leo's chest might have been sweat and might have been tears.

He came hard, and too quickly, tried to pull out only to be stopped by Leo's left hand on his wrist. David watched, a little light-headed, as Leo wrapped his fingers around himself, his fierce brown eyes never leaving David's face. He only squeezed them shut when he came, shuddering around David with an intensity almost painful to his still-sensitive cock.

Afterwards they lay there together, side by side, looking up at the thin stripes of sunlight and shadow moving ever so slowly across the ceiling.

"Is Neymar going to get my number?" David asked suddenly, even though he wasn't entirely sure that he wanted to know.

Next to him, Leo tensed up. "Maybe," he hedged. "I think he's holding out for Thiago's."

David sighed. "That whole situation," he said, "is so fucked up. Why can't he just be patient? Doesn't he realize how long Xavi had to wait because of Pep? And speaking of, what the hell right does he have to go poaching our-" he stopped himself, confused and embarrassed. "I mean, poaching Barça's players?"

Predictably, Leo leaped to their former manager's defense. "Pep's not doing anything wrong," he responded hotly. "Thiago wants to leave. Better for him to go to Bayern than the EPL, at least their style is similar, and then if he comes back he'll still fit in." So much left unsaid, David knew; Leo was far from the only one who was disappointed by Cesc's failure to find an appropriate position in the starting line-up, by Geri's concomitant drop in form since his best friend's return.

"Better for him, sure," David snorted. "It's going to be weird for you guys to play against him, I'll bet."

"Besides," Leo added wistfully, not about to let his own train of thought be derailed, "at least he'll get to work with Pep again." His mouth quivered. David raised himself on his elbow and kissed him to still it, but when Leo choked down a sob, he realized that he was only making things worse. Sighing, he folded Leo into his arms and listened to him sniffle.

"You still really miss him, don't you," David said. It was not a question. He wondered whether Leo would shed the same tears for him, even a month from now, and then felt immediate remorse. At least Leo could cry when he lost the people he loved. David's own eyes had been dry for decades now.

"I can never repay what he did for me," Leo gulped. "He gave me everything. He helped me to grow up."

David had his doubts about the latter and had long ago made a mental note not to delve too deeply into the implications of the former, so he stayed silent until Leo calmed down.

"Sorry," Leo said at last. "I hadn't even been thinking about him much for a while, but then when this happened..." He took a deep breath. "By the way, I'm sorry I didn't call after the final."

"Yeah, well, none of us were really in the mood to talk about it," David shrugged; the memory of their decided defeat by Brazil in the Confederations Cup was still fresh enough to rankle. "Except for maybe Xavi." They shared a small smile.

"You know, Xavi and Iker..." Leo bit his lip.

"What? Surely that's never exactly been a secret," David smirked.

"No, I just meant... Barcelona and Madrid, that's not so far."

David was glad that Leo couldn't see his face. His departure had been a long time coming, and it wasn't, strictly speaking, solely because of football. But Leo didn't need to know that. Not now, not ever.

"We'll see," was all he said, assuming that Leo wouldn't push it, hating confrontations as he did. "I'll be pretty busy with the move, getting acclimated... and you'll be on tour. All those fans in Malaysia and Thailand... you'll hardly even have time to miss me."

But "Don't be silly," Leo said, sounding angry now. He rolled away from David and glared at him. "And don't patronize me. If you want this to end here, just say so."

David opened his mouth, felt the words catch in his throat. "I don't know," he admitted. "I thought I did, but..."

"Think it over," Leo said. David was surprised to see the set to his jaw, how much older he looked than when they'd first started seeing each other three years ago, in the build-up to the World Cup. "But don't take too long."

"All right," David found himself saying, wondering when exactly this encounter had spun out of his control, and concluding ruefully that it had probably happened before he'd even walked off the plane.

Leo leaned over and kissed him, chastely, on the cheek. "Goodbye, Guaje. I'll see you in August."

"If not before," David ventured.

"If not before," Leo echoed, but his eyes were dull. "Give the girls and Luca a hug for me." He got up and left the room, moving a little bit stiffly, probably still sore. By the time David had pulled himself together and reached the corridor, Leo had disappeared, perhaps outside, perhaps just to another corner of the house.

Cesc met David at the front door, jiggling Lia on his hip. "Are you okay?" he asked.

"I will be," David assured him. He accepted a hard one-armed hug, kissed Lia, kissed her proud papa, and turned to go. "I will be."

Comments

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sageharper
Jul. 13th, 2013 04:52 pm (UTC)
Awwwwwww

It's so bittersweet, and true, and hot, and sad, and lovely still.

David has very good point, all the way through. So does Leo really. Which makes it even harder.

Hadn't really though of the stuff with Pep, but yeah does make sense. You never forget your first love.

Yeah I'm pretty sure there are deaf-blind monkeys in Borneo who know what Xavi and Iker are up to. ;)

Cameo of Papi!Cesc was so sweet.

I should probably go watch youtube videos of baby pandas sneezing or something now.
flywoman
Jul. 13th, 2013 05:49 pm (UTC)
Thank you <3. Bittersweet and true (and hot and sad and lovely) were exactly what I was going for here.

I have a strong personal preference for stories in which the heroes and villains are not so black and white. I'm glad that David and Leo both seem sympathetic here, as I love both of them despite (or because of) their flaws.

I put that part in about Pep partly as a foil for Villa's decision, both in terms of why he feels he has to go and why Messi might be so upset because of it, even if they hadn't been getting on so well lately. And of course Pep didn't break the news until pretty last minute, too.

BTW, did you hear that Iker and Sara are in the Seychelles... and Xavi and Nuria are going there on their honeymoon?? Now there's a foursome fic waiting to happen.

I think that Cesc really is sweet. And so cute with his baby girl.

FlywomanTM, making readers cry since 1998.
sageharper
Jul. 13th, 2013 06:26 pm (UTC)
That's good then. :)

Me too I think. Yes they're both such interesting characters.

Ah ok, that makes good sense then.

Knew they were abroad but not where exactly, oh right. Well that would be interesting. Umm that's foursome in a PG way, right? ;)

I know; keep trying to stop stalking his instagram, makes my teeth rot, but just can't.

lol well yes it was just pretty sad, but didn't make me cry (I'm a hard sell on that front).
Actually I'm self-soothing by writing some silly domestic fluff-porn involving xaviker and flat pack furniture.
flywoman
Jul. 13th, 2013 06:46 pm (UTC)
Um, yeah. In a PG way. Right.

Ha, just kidding. I just figure I've worked long and hard on my reputation as a non-source of feel-good fluff.

Hmm, I can't parse that - silly domestic fluff-porn (or smuff) okay, but what is flat pack furniture?
sageharper
Jul. 13th, 2013 07:01 pm (UTC)
lol
Y'know I've never written femeslash before, but find myself suddenly warming to the idea. That would totally make sense right, they're each other's beards.

Fair enough. It's not the worst reputation to have. There needs to be something in the world to counterbalance my crap.

Flat pack as in the stuff you buy from Ikea ... a wooden nightstand or whatever that comes in kit form in a big box, then you put it together at home.
Hadn't realised that was such a UK term; what would you call something like that then, 'self assembly'?
flywoman
Jul. 13th, 2013 07:09 pm (UTC)
Yes, exactly! I would think that the ladies would have quite a bit in common, too, because of their careers. Maybe that's even how Xavi met Nuria, through Sara.

Hahahaha, that's right, just seeking balance in the Force.

Ah, got it. I'm not sure we have a specific term for that, but "self assembly" would make sense. (Actually, "fully assembled" is a term now since that's less common than the other kind!)
sageharper
Jul. 13th, 2013 07:22 pm (UTC)
Think it needs doing now. That is a very good point. Hmm yes interesting.

Balance is a good thing.

Ok got you.
I think self assembly furniture is more common in Europe, as a cheaper option. Would appeal to Iker's sense of frugality no. ;)
flywoman
Jul. 14th, 2013 02:43 am (UTC)
Yes, self-assembly furniture is more common here as well.
And I can just see Xavi blowing up at him after hammering his own thumb one time too many and saying that it's all Iker's fault for being such a fucking cheapskate ;).
sageharper
Jul. 14th, 2013 09:45 am (UTC)
Ah ok.
lol yeah that is kind of a significant plot point. ;)
izaguirre
Jul. 13th, 2013 11:07 pm (UTC)
So, like, my team is going through a mass exodus and I thought reading another team’s transfer heartache would make me feel better. Nope. It’s so sweet but it hurts so much at the same time.

“The whole fucking team is built around you, has been since before I got here. I fit in for a while. Now I don't. End of story." & "Is Neymar going to get my number?"

Oh God, David.

Is it me or does Leo remain the only constant. Henry, Deco, Ronaldinho, Ibra, David….that’s what the fit in for a while bit reminded me of. But I might be looking too much into it.

The ending gives cause for optimism, for them. Thoroughly enjoyed reading this. :)
flywoman
Jul. 14th, 2013 02:42 am (UTC)
Sorry that I couldn't help you feel better about your own transfer angst issues, but thanks so much for letting me know that you enjoyed reading this!

Ah, David. He's older, wiser, has more perspective on the situation than Leo, and isn't particularly inclined to conceal his feelings ;). And it's very hard for him to walk away, even knowing that it's probably the best thing for his career (and in my fic, his heart).

It's definitely not just you. Ever since Barcelona decided to build the team around Leo, strike partners have come and gone, sometimes fitting in for a while and sometimes not at all. I'm afraid that the same will happen to Neymar after we spent all that money on him this summer, but time will tell.
sparksfly7
Jul. 22nd, 2013 11:06 pm (UTC)
I haven't been in a football mood lately, so I haven't been reading fic, but I feel a little more up to it today, and I made sure to read this :) I'm really glad I did too, because it's a really lovely fic.

Bittersweet, realistic and just the right amounts of angst and hope. Hard to pull off in any fic, especially a departure fic, but you do it beautifully. Kudos to you!

P.S. I like how you write your characters with both their negative and positive qualities apparent, and how one of them isn't "the bad guy" and the other "the good guy". That brings more life to your characters and realism to your fics :)

P.P.S. After reading the comment above, I suddenly started thinking about who's going to wear #7 and suddenly got very bitter thinking about it. I'm thinking Tello will probably get it. Actually, didn't Sanchez wear 7 in Udinese?
flywoman
Jul. 23rd, 2013 12:15 am (UTC)
Delighted to hear from you - thanks so much for commenting! :)

I imagine that this fic reflects my mixed feelings about David's departure as much as my sincere attempt at the complex characterization that these guys deserve. I'm glad that you found it realistic as well as bittersweet. (Although, had I known that they would both be at Xavi's wedding shortly afterwards, I probably would have written this quite differently...)

Tello is certainly more of a "7" than Alexis is, although frankly, if Alexis inherited David's number, it would fit really well with the triangle fic I have simmering on the back burner... Another possibility is that Pedro will be "promoted" to the 7, as it were, like he was (temporarily) in the National Team.
sparksfly7
Jul. 23rd, 2013 03:45 am (UTC)
You could write a sequel about them at Xavi's wedding :P And ooh, what triangle fic?

(But to tell the truth, the thought of Alexis Sanchez in a fic just turns me right off. It's probably not fair to judge him from watching a couple of Clasicos, but...well, actually, something about him has repulsed me from the beginning. It's just one of those things.)

I was...not very happy when Pedro took over David's number temporarily. I mean, I know that's just how the numbering system works, there are 23 numbers and 23 players and somebody would have to take #7, but - David is Spain's #7. But ugh, David's national team situation isn't exactly rainbows and sunshine.

Oh, and - I forgot this earlier. It was my pleasure to comment on such a thoughtful and thought-evoking fic :) I just wish you would write a much longer one, hehe.

Edited at 2013-07-23 03:59 am (UTC)
flywoman
Jul. 23rd, 2013 01:21 pm (UTC)
I'm afraid I'm too heartbroken by Xavi's wedding. Now I'll never have him... and neither will Iker...

I have some scenes for a fic about Alexis at Barca and how David gradually fell out of favor with Leo, who started seeing another forward... I can understand Madrid fans not liking Alexis - he does fall down a lot - but he's just so baby-faced cute and funny that I want to cuddle him!

Yeah, I thought it was rude of them to give someone else the shirt, especially since David hadn't even retired from the NT or anything...

Well, thank you. Sometimes I have a longer story to tell, and sometimes I don't. And writing long fics is so difficult and time-consuming for me - the only pairing that has inspired to do more than one of those is Xavi/Iker. But there are several excellent long Messilla fics out there!
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