Haven (2/??)
Title: Haven (2/??)
Pairing: David Villa/ David Silva
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: not real
Summary: Silva is young and inoccent. Villa liked his boys young and innocent. AU
//
David Silva clung to Cesc , uncomfortable with the stares he was receiving. They weren’t unpleasant, that was what bothered him, and the stares he received were welcoming, open, and just a bit curious.
When Cesc told him that he would have everything taken care of, David wasn’t at all confident in Cesc ’s ability to ‘have everything taken care of.’ In fact, he thought the opposite, that Cesc would somehow manage to make matters worse, and as of that moment, David was beginning to realize that his gut feeling was all too close to reality.
He tugged on Cesc ’s arm. Looking around the grand building that seemed like a large luxurious mansion on the exterior. But inside, however, was a different story. Men, women, youthful, all of them, walked around languidly, as though the day would never end or rolled by too slowly. They seemed to all live in a haze, with no worries, and absolutely no care for what occurred outside of the mansion. The place was beautiful, truly luxurious. From what David observed, the oldest person he saw was maybe in his late twenties.
“What is this place?” he asked in a hushed tone, as though he was afraid to have anyone overhear him. Cesc merely smiled.
“This place, David Silva, is Haven.” His smile turned into a grin. “All these people are here for one purpose.” He explained.
“And what exactly is that purpose?”
“Why, to find happiness, of course.” Cesc said in a matter-of-fact tone. “Bliss, ecstasy, euphoria, pleasure...”
Somehow, David did not like how Cesc placed a significant amount of emphasis on the last word. He forced a nervous laugh out of him, although it sounded as if he was drowning in water, gurgling on his fear and uncertainty.
‘What have I gotten myself into?’ he thought, dreadfully. But he knew there was no turning back now.
“And what are we doing here?” nervously, he tightened his hold on Cesc. Cesc turned to him, letting out an exasperated sigh, and then shook his head in disappointment.
“David, just shut up and let me take care of everything okay?” David opened his mouth to protest but Cesc ’s eyes choked back whatever objections he had formulated in his mind. He merely nodded in submission.
“Good, now be a good boy and go sit over there.”
//
Fernando, a broad grin on his face, entered the mansion like the sun entering a bleak and bleary world, dragging with him the very angry David Villa who did not want to be in the mansion in the first place.
Fernando turned to his friend. “Come on Villa, Haven is supposed to be a good place.” He sighed. “You used to like coming here.”
“That was because I was young and naïve.” Villa glowered, snatching his arm away from Fernando’s strong grip. He might have looked short compared to Fernando but he almost choked Sergio to death, and Sergio Ramos was an extraordinarily strong individual.
Villa glared, of course, he could always place Fernando on his lap and give him a well deserve spanking, but he thought that he would rather not wrinkle his Armani slacks.
“Well I don’t care, think of it this way.” Fernando scoffed with the grin still present on his smooth face. “Now, you get to take advantage of the young and naïve.”
“I’d rather not.”
A young and attractive young lady escorted the two friends from the door, leading them toward the lounge area, where everyone else, who were not in their luxurious rooms, lazily gathered.
“Mr. Villa, Mr. Torres.” The young lady smiled, showing Villa and Fernando her white pearly teeth. She was pretty, Villa had to admit.
“You’ve made reservations.” She said, her eyes glinting mischievously. Villa saw an all too familiar characteristic of Fernando in her, and he almost shuddered just thinking about the prospect of having a female version of Fernando Torres. “Would you like to go to the lounge or would you rather...”
“I’d rather have you lead my friend to his room, Leila.” Fernando smiled, a knowing smile, which Leila returned with a grin, knowingly. At that point, Villa admitted that he had lost all control over this situation.
“Of course.” She said obediently. She made a gesture with her hands, a graceful gesture that signaled Fernando to take his leave. Fernando gave his friend a heavy pat on the back.
“You’ll have fun, Guaje, enjoy my present for you.” Villa glared. “And happy 25th birthday.”
//
“Here you are.” Leila pushed the heavy mahogany door opened which she had unlocked with a very intricate and beautifully crafted golden key. The locks on the rooms were especially made and very rare, since they only exist in the mansion itself. Sighing, David Villa stepped in.
“Tell me, what exactly were the conditions Fernando made for me?” he asked, knowing that Fernando would have gone out of his way to make sure that he was not able to escape from this birthday present.
Whatever that was, but he already had a vague idea of what it could be.
Leila smiled, as though she expected this question. “He paid twenty five thousand dollars for this room, an additional two thousand dollars to make sure that it’s locked and that absolutely no one is allowed to step out of this room until the full forty-eight hours is complete.”
“TWO DAYS!?” exclaimed Villa, horrified. “ARE YOU INSANE!?”
“No, my sanity is intact.” She smiled pleasantly, not at all disturbed by David’s outburst. Normally, costumers would jump in glee to spend two days in Haven, but David Villa was an exception.
“Now, food will be delivered to you at your convenience, whatever dish you desire we will try to accommodate. We’ve already set up fifty different choices of wine in the bar, fifty other different beverages and light snacks. Whatever else you need, such as,” she cleared her throat inconspicuously, “accessories...”
“Accessories?” He knew what she was talking about but his mouth decided to go against his brain.
“Yes, feathers, chains, whips, cords, condoms...”
“Alright, I get it!” with that, Villa grabbed the door and slammed it in her face. He distinctly heard Leila giggling girlishly and also the reverberating sound of the key turning, turning and churching to lock him in.
He sighed. It was better to get it over and done with, the sooner he was in the room, the sooner the time would come when he would finally be able to leave it.
//
Leila sighed contentedly; it wasn’t because she would receive a five thousand dollar commission just for David Villa alone, but because she loved what she did. She enjoyed tweaking the customers here and there, urging them on to frustration.
Someone once said, that the more you teased, the more the teased became a savage. And that was what Haven needed, savages, not savages in the negative term, but savages with appetites. Savages with a more positive connotation who wouldn’t hurt anyone, but would be frustrated to desperately seek other means of release.
“Hey Mata.” She waved a cheery smile as she sauntered down the grand stairs. By Mata’s expression, she would not be too happy with what he had to say. He grabbed onto her arm desperately, his face in tortured panic.
“What’s wrong?” she said in an undertone, taking care that no one heard. Fernando Torres had seen them and was making his way to the stairs.
“Messi called in sick, he sounds terrible.” He said. This was all he needed to say. Leila sighed.
“Damn!” she stamped her foot. “He was appointed for Mr. Villa.” She turned her attention to Mata, but still keeping an eye on Fernando who was now running up to them. “Are there anyone else that fits the criteria?”
“No! Why do you think I’ve come to you!?” Mata said while panicking.
“Hush!” she said tersely as Fernando came closer.
“Well Mr. Torres, everything is in place.” She smiled prettily.
“Leila, darling.” Fernando said too sweetly. “Don’t give me that crap, something’s gone wrong, I could smell it.” He cocked a brow.
Leila’s eyes narrowed, and then made her decision final. “Messi’s sick, there’s no one available that would fit Villa’s personal taste.”
“Is that all?” Fernando Torres almost scandalized that they should be worrying about such a trivial matter.
Leila frowned. “Well...yes.”
“Don’t fret now dear, I’ve spotted a charming young man, and you know how David Villa has a fine taste for the young and naïve, I think he’ll be suited to him well.”
“A young man?” confused, Leila looked around.
“Right there.” Fernando’s eyes pointed to the direction of a young man, too young for Leila’s comfort, sitting nervously on a carved chair, overlooking the side garden. He was twisting his fingers together, as if at any given moment, someone would scare him half to death. His dark, fluffy brown hair, tousled strands caught the early morning sun and illuminated him, as if the sunlight had only one purpose but to shine down on him.
“Oh, he’s gorgeous.” Leila said breathlessly.
“I know, I’ve been eyeing him for a while now.” Fernando grinned.
“Wait?” he said almost confused. “He’s not one of yours?”
“God if he was, then this place would be making twice as much.” Mata interjected. Leila nodded in agreement.
“Okay, then you do have a problem.” Fernando took Leila’s frail hand in his and patted it gently.
“Just don’t disappoint Villa; I’m sure you’ve heard about his infamous temper.”
“Yes I have.” Leila hung her head.
“Well, maybe I could assist in this dilemma.” A silkily husky voice reached their ears, startled, all three pairs of wide eyes turned to the direction of the voice. Since they have been busily looking down at the young man sitting by the window, they did not notice the dark-haired gentleman that had made his way toward their group.
“Excuse me?” Leila asked, almost shocked, and then composed herself. “I’m sorry, I haven’t been a very good host, but how can I help you?”
“Shut it, Leila.” Fernando sighed, “He said he could assist us.” Mata looked at the gentleman dubiously.
The gentleman smiled, a winning smile that charmed them all, especially Fernando who, for a second, thought about being unfaithful to Sergio, but recalled how furious Sergio would be and how merciless Sergio would fuck him if he ever forgave him.
“Hi, I’m Cesc.” He held out a hand, that Leila, by glaring at her other two companions, had the honor to shake.
“Well Cesc ...”
“I’ve overheard your conversation.” A glint of mischief flashed through his eyes, only because he hadn’t overheard, he was eavesdropping.
“And as you’ve said,” he turned to Fernando, “the customer without the service had a taste for the young and naïve. That young man you’ve been eyeing is my charge.”
“Wonderful!” The three sang in unison.
“Has he any experience?” asked Fernando as if they were conducting a business proposal, which technically, it was.
“No, a complete innocent, searching for his true sexuality.” Sighing sadly, Cesc looked down toward his friend.
“But I trust that your ‘friend’ is good looking and experienced enough to at least make this a pleasurable experience for him. Someone who would not move so hastily with him?”
“He’s good looking, extremely experienced, but I wouldn’t know about him taking your charge there too hastily. He’s not exactly the gentle type.”
At this, Cesc seemed to think for a moment, pondering, he looked somewhat worried. “Oh, what the hell.” He said under his breath.
“Well, it is time for him to learn, it won’t hurt him that much and he’ll survive.” He mused. Leila was beginning to look hopeful.
//
David Villa languidly threw his leg over the sofa’s arm, grabbed the remote and flipped through channels. He didn’t see the point in having a large flat screen TV if there was hardly anything to watch. Frustrated, he turned the TV off and sighed.
There was one thing he could never forget about Haven, it was always hot and humid. He had already discarded his jacket, leaving him with his dress shirt and slacks. His sleeves rolled up and socks already been removed, this was as bare as he’d dare himself to be. Whatever comes through that door, at least he would be descent enough if he has to run out and beat Fernando Torres to a pulp.
Slowly his hand closed over his mouth as he yawned, leaning himself back, laying his head on the sofa’s arm, he closed his eyes. Thinking that he might as well take a nap, Haven had always had this effect on him.
Maybe because it was so hot and humid?
//
Pairing: David Villa/ David Silva
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: not real
Summary: Silva is young and inoccent. Villa liked his boys young and innocent. AU
//
David Silva clung to Cesc , uncomfortable with the stares he was receiving. They weren’t unpleasant, that was what bothered him, and the stares he received were welcoming, open, and just a bit curious.
When Cesc told him that he would have everything taken care of, David wasn’t at all confident in Cesc ’s ability to ‘have everything taken care of.’ In fact, he thought the opposite, that Cesc would somehow manage to make matters worse, and as of that moment, David was beginning to realize that his gut feeling was all too close to reality.
He tugged on Cesc ’s arm. Looking around the grand building that seemed like a large luxurious mansion on the exterior. But inside, however, was a different story. Men, women, youthful, all of them, walked around languidly, as though the day would never end or rolled by too slowly. They seemed to all live in a haze, with no worries, and absolutely no care for what occurred outside of the mansion. The place was beautiful, truly luxurious. From what David observed, the oldest person he saw was maybe in his late twenties.
“What is this place?” he asked in a hushed tone, as though he was afraid to have anyone overhear him. Cesc merely smiled.
“This place, David Silva, is Haven.” His smile turned into a grin. “All these people are here for one purpose.” He explained.
“And what exactly is that purpose?”
“Why, to find happiness, of course.” Cesc said in a matter-of-fact tone. “Bliss, ecstasy, euphoria, pleasure...”
Somehow, David did not like how Cesc placed a significant amount of emphasis on the last word. He forced a nervous laugh out of him, although it sounded as if he was drowning in water, gurgling on his fear and uncertainty.
‘What have I gotten myself into?’ he thought, dreadfully. But he knew there was no turning back now.
“And what are we doing here?” nervously, he tightened his hold on Cesc. Cesc turned to him, letting out an exasperated sigh, and then shook his head in disappointment.
“David, just shut up and let me take care of everything okay?” David opened his mouth to protest but Cesc ’s eyes choked back whatever objections he had formulated in his mind. He merely nodded in submission.
“Good, now be a good boy and go sit over there.”
//
Fernando, a broad grin on his face, entered the mansion like the sun entering a bleak and bleary world, dragging with him the very angry David Villa who did not want to be in the mansion in the first place.
Fernando turned to his friend. “Come on Villa, Haven is supposed to be a good place.” He sighed. “You used to like coming here.”
“That was because I was young and naïve.” Villa glowered, snatching his arm away from Fernando’s strong grip. He might have looked short compared to Fernando but he almost choked Sergio to death, and Sergio Ramos was an extraordinarily strong individual.
Villa glared, of course, he could always place Fernando on his lap and give him a well deserve spanking, but he thought that he would rather not wrinkle his Armani slacks.
“Well I don’t care, think of it this way.” Fernando scoffed with the grin still present on his smooth face. “Now, you get to take advantage of the young and naïve.”
“I’d rather not.”
A young and attractive young lady escorted the two friends from the door, leading them toward the lounge area, where everyone else, who were not in their luxurious rooms, lazily gathered.
“Mr. Villa, Mr. Torres.” The young lady smiled, showing Villa and Fernando her white pearly teeth. She was pretty, Villa had to admit.
“You’ve made reservations.” She said, her eyes glinting mischievously. Villa saw an all too familiar characteristic of Fernando in her, and he almost shuddered just thinking about the prospect of having a female version of Fernando Torres. “Would you like to go to the lounge or would you rather...”
“I’d rather have you lead my friend to his room, Leila.” Fernando smiled, a knowing smile, which Leila returned with a grin, knowingly. At that point, Villa admitted that he had lost all control over this situation.
“Of course.” She said obediently. She made a gesture with her hands, a graceful gesture that signaled Fernando to take his leave. Fernando gave his friend a heavy pat on the back.
“You’ll have fun, Guaje, enjoy my present for you.” Villa glared. “And happy 25th birthday.”
//
“Here you are.” Leila pushed the heavy mahogany door opened which she had unlocked with a very intricate and beautifully crafted golden key. The locks on the rooms were especially made and very rare, since they only exist in the mansion itself. Sighing, David Villa stepped in.
“Tell me, what exactly were the conditions Fernando made for me?” he asked, knowing that Fernando would have gone out of his way to make sure that he was not able to escape from this birthday present.
Whatever that was, but he already had a vague idea of what it could be.
Leila smiled, as though she expected this question. “He paid twenty five thousand dollars for this room, an additional two thousand dollars to make sure that it’s locked and that absolutely no one is allowed to step out of this room until the full forty-eight hours is complete.”
“TWO DAYS!?” exclaimed Villa, horrified. “ARE YOU INSANE!?”
“No, my sanity is intact.” She smiled pleasantly, not at all disturbed by David’s outburst. Normally, costumers would jump in glee to spend two days in Haven, but David Villa was an exception.
“Now, food will be delivered to you at your convenience, whatever dish you desire we will try to accommodate. We’ve already set up fifty different choices of wine in the bar, fifty other different beverages and light snacks. Whatever else you need, such as,” she cleared her throat inconspicuously, “accessories...”
“Accessories?” He knew what she was talking about but his mouth decided to go against his brain.
“Yes, feathers, chains, whips, cords, condoms...”
“Alright, I get it!” with that, Villa grabbed the door and slammed it in her face. He distinctly heard Leila giggling girlishly and also the reverberating sound of the key turning, turning and churching to lock him in.
He sighed. It was better to get it over and done with, the sooner he was in the room, the sooner the time would come when he would finally be able to leave it.
//
Leila sighed contentedly; it wasn’t because she would receive a five thousand dollar commission just for David Villa alone, but because she loved what she did. She enjoyed tweaking the customers here and there, urging them on to frustration.
Someone once said, that the more you teased, the more the teased became a savage. And that was what Haven needed, savages, not savages in the negative term, but savages with appetites. Savages with a more positive connotation who wouldn’t hurt anyone, but would be frustrated to desperately seek other means of release.
“Hey Mata.” She waved a cheery smile as she sauntered down the grand stairs. By Mata’s expression, she would not be too happy with what he had to say. He grabbed onto her arm desperately, his face in tortured panic.
“What’s wrong?” she said in an undertone, taking care that no one heard. Fernando Torres had seen them and was making his way to the stairs.
“Messi called in sick, he sounds terrible.” He said. This was all he needed to say. Leila sighed.
“Damn!” she stamped her foot. “He was appointed for Mr. Villa.” She turned her attention to Mata, but still keeping an eye on Fernando who was now running up to them. “Are there anyone else that fits the criteria?”
“No! Why do you think I’ve come to you!?” Mata said while panicking.
“Hush!” she said tersely as Fernando came closer.
“Well Mr. Torres, everything is in place.” She smiled prettily.
“Leila, darling.” Fernando said too sweetly. “Don’t give me that crap, something’s gone wrong, I could smell it.” He cocked a brow.
Leila’s eyes narrowed, and then made her decision final. “Messi’s sick, there’s no one available that would fit Villa’s personal taste.”
“Is that all?” Fernando Torres almost scandalized that they should be worrying about such a trivial matter.
Leila frowned. “Well...yes.”
“Don’t fret now dear, I’ve spotted a charming young man, and you know how David Villa has a fine taste for the young and naïve, I think he’ll be suited to him well.”
“A young man?” confused, Leila looked around.
“Right there.” Fernando’s eyes pointed to the direction of a young man, too young for Leila’s comfort, sitting nervously on a carved chair, overlooking the side garden. He was twisting his fingers together, as if at any given moment, someone would scare him half to death. His dark, fluffy brown hair, tousled strands caught the early morning sun and illuminated him, as if the sunlight had only one purpose but to shine down on him.
“Oh, he’s gorgeous.” Leila said breathlessly.
“I know, I’ve been eyeing him for a while now.” Fernando grinned.
“Wait?” he said almost confused. “He’s not one of yours?”
“God if he was, then this place would be making twice as much.” Mata interjected. Leila nodded in agreement.
“Okay, then you do have a problem.” Fernando took Leila’s frail hand in his and patted it gently.
“Just don’t disappoint Villa; I’m sure you’ve heard about his infamous temper.”
“Yes I have.” Leila hung her head.
“Well, maybe I could assist in this dilemma.” A silkily husky voice reached their ears, startled, all three pairs of wide eyes turned to the direction of the voice. Since they have been busily looking down at the young man sitting by the window, they did not notice the dark-haired gentleman that had made his way toward their group.
“Excuse me?” Leila asked, almost shocked, and then composed herself. “I’m sorry, I haven’t been a very good host, but how can I help you?”
“Shut it, Leila.” Fernando sighed, “He said he could assist us.” Mata looked at the gentleman dubiously.
The gentleman smiled, a winning smile that charmed them all, especially Fernando who, for a second, thought about being unfaithful to Sergio, but recalled how furious Sergio would be and how merciless Sergio would fuck him if he ever forgave him.
“Hi, I’m Cesc.” He held out a hand, that Leila, by glaring at her other two companions, had the honor to shake.
“Well Cesc ...”
“I’ve overheard your conversation.” A glint of mischief flashed through his eyes, only because he hadn’t overheard, he was eavesdropping.
“And as you’ve said,” he turned to Fernando, “the customer without the service had a taste for the young and naïve. That young man you’ve been eyeing is my charge.”
“Wonderful!” The three sang in unison.
“Has he any experience?” asked Fernando as if they were conducting a business proposal, which technically, it was.
“No, a complete innocent, searching for his true sexuality.” Sighing sadly, Cesc looked down toward his friend.
“But I trust that your ‘friend’ is good looking and experienced enough to at least make this a pleasurable experience for him. Someone who would not move so hastily with him?”
“He’s good looking, extremely experienced, but I wouldn’t know about him taking your charge there too hastily. He’s not exactly the gentle type.”
At this, Cesc seemed to think for a moment, pondering, he looked somewhat worried. “Oh, what the hell.” He said under his breath.
“Well, it is time for him to learn, it won’t hurt him that much and he’ll survive.” He mused. Leila was beginning to look hopeful.
//
David Villa languidly threw his leg over the sofa’s arm, grabbed the remote and flipped through channels. He didn’t see the point in having a large flat screen TV if there was hardly anything to watch. Frustrated, he turned the TV off and sighed.
There was one thing he could never forget about Haven, it was always hot and humid. He had already discarded his jacket, leaving him with his dress shirt and slacks. His sleeves rolled up and socks already been removed, this was as bare as he’d dare himself to be. Whatever comes through that door, at least he would be descent enough if he has to run out and beat Fernando Torres to a pulp.
Slowly his hand closed over his mouth as he yawned, leaning himself back, laying his head on the sofa’s arm, he closed his eyes. Thinking that he might as well take a nap, Haven had always had this effect on him.
Maybe because it was so hot and humid?
//