You have been waiting for it (or not), here it is: my long Rocket/Sinedd fic. I hope you will like it and that it will not disappoint you.
Warning: rating M for malexmale slash, sexual content and some naughty words. May contain some faults ^^".
I still don't own Galactik Football (maybe one day…).
Everything but love.
In a dark room of a luxurious hotel, somewhere in Genesis Stadium, two boys were lying naked on the bed. The first one had a tanned skin and long, brown dread-locks. The second had a very pale skin, which contrasted with his spiky jet-black hair. Both had gorgeous bodies sculpted by hours of training. They were sleeping, recovering from their previous activities, entangled in the sheets.
The brown-haired boy slowly opened his eyes. Still washed out, he turned his head lazily to look at the digital alarm clock. 5 AM. He sighed. In one hour, he would have to leave. It would not have bothered him, some time ago. On the contrary, he had been eager to go away as soon as possible. Then, it had become harder and harder to leave this room, these sheets, this man. And now, the mere idea of leaving made him sad.
Knowing that he would not fall asleep, Rocket looked at the ceiling, remembering.
Their "relationship" had begun two years ago, during the last Galactik Football Cup. It was a bitter memory for Rocket. It was during this Cup that Rocket had been suspended because he had used the Breath in order to save his girlfriend, Tia. Yeah, what a crime. Then he had been introduced to a brand new underground game called Netherball: two football players confronted each other in a huge Sphere and no holds barred. Rocket had quickly become the king of the Sphere, beating all his opponents until Tia beat him. He had gone back to the Snow Kids and had won the Cup.
Sinedd had been the ruler of the Sphere and he had been the one who had introduced Rocket to Netherball. The two of them had not had much interaction, apart from the matches and Netherball. Until…
One night, after a very hard match, Rocket followed Sinedd up to his hotel. He was irritated, angry and had an irrepressible desire for doing battle with him. They fought in Sinedd's room, a wild fist fight. As they were both on the floor, the black-haired striker managed to end up on top of Rocket, holding his wrists. The two boys looked at each other, panting, fury clear in their eyes. And they roughly kissed each other.
Rocket didn't know who had started the kiss. But none of them seemed to want to stop it. It was only the lack of air that forced them to break apart. Sinedd pulled Rocket in another kiss, his tongue entering the other boy's mouth in force and exploring it. His domination was obvious, even crushing. Then he took on Rocket's neck. His kisses were so demanding that Rocket thought he actually wanted to bit him. It was the last coherent thought his brains produced before being overcome by sensations. The sensation of Sinedd's teeth against his skin, of his soft hair caressing his cheek, of his muscular body pressed against his own.
Sinedd's mouth left the tender neck and went back to his lips for another furious kiss. He released the wrists and unzipped Rocket's jacket. Instead of rejecting the boy on top of him, the midfielder plunged his free hands into the thick black hair. He jumped a little when he felt Sinedd's cold fingers on his stomach. The fingers gently caressed his abs then his chest, playing with the nipples. Suddenly, the fingers left and Sinedd broke the kiss, much to Rocket's dislike. The black-haired boy looked down at his "prey": that shirt was really annoying. He pulled it up, revealing Rocket's tanned torso. He took off his own jacket and shirt, smirking as the midfielder eyed him greedily. He bent down, claiming once again those delicious lips. Then his mouth slid down the throat, the chest and the stomach. Rocket bit his lower lip not to moan. But he could not prevent noises from escaping his lips when he felt Sinedd's tongue making the opposite way. The dark striker looked at him straight in the eyes while his hands were busy taking off his pants and boxer.
When he felt cool air on his harden manhood, Rocket felt his heart pounded in anticipation. He was hypnotized by Sinedd's violet eyes, darken by lust. Without leaving them, Rocket freed him from his clothes. And he waited.
Sinedd positioned himself above Rocket's hips.
"It will be painful." He whispered in his ear. And he penetrated him abruptly.
Rocket cried. It was painful indeed. He hung on the jet-black hair and broad shoulders. Slowly, the pain was replaced by utter pleasure. He moaned openly. The thrusts accelerated until they climaxed.
Rocket had woken up naked in the bed, alone. He had felt sick and ashamed. He had had steamy sex with a man. And he had enjoyed it, a lot. He had promised himself not to make it again. Yet, they had made it again.
Rocket had really tried to stop it. For him, for Tia. But he was irresistibly attracted to Sinedd. It was not love. It was everything but love. It was lust, it was weakness, it was dependence. Yeah, Sinedd was his drug. So painful, so pleasant.
Their relationship was clear: sex and only sex. Well, it had been clear for Rocket until one night, in a discotheque. There, he had seen his lover, sat on a couch, a glass of whisky in one hand and a very sexy brunette on his knees. The girl, whose clothes were very short, had whispered something in Sinedd's ear. Then, they had got up and made their way towards the exit. Rocket knew exactly what they were about to do. And it had broken his heart. When he had seen Sinedd later, he had punched him.
But it was not love. How could he love someone like Sinedd? He was selfish, bad-tempered, and when they had sex, he was violent and he loved to humiliate him, like when Rocket had had to "apologize" for his outburst.
Rocket sighed once again. He accepted everything from his lover. He turned towards him. Sinedd was sleeping peacefully, which was quite unusual. The midfielder outstretched his hand and gently caressed the pale cheek. It felt strange. Tenderness was forbidden between them. This gesture seemed so intimate to Rocket. After few minutes, he got up, dressed and silently left the room with a last look at the slender form on the bed.
It was not love, wasn't it?
Chapter 1 is done. As always I hope you liked it. It's 1 AM and I'm going to bed. Good night, or good morning, it depends : ).
Reviews are very enjoyed.