Title: Truth or Dare
Part: 12/?
Pairings: Sergio Ramos/Fernando Torres, Iker Casillas/Cesc Fábregas, Steven Gerrard/Xabi Alonso (for a bit anyway!), ?/?
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Tragically untrue.
Summary: Sergio Ramos, Fernando Torres, Iker Casillas, and Cesc Fábregas play an on-going game of Truth or Dare whenever they meet up for La Seléccion.
Author's Notes: This is going to be (hopefully!) an epic story with many parts. And if you have any suggestions as to what these boys can pry out of each other in their Truth or Dare game, go here and drop me a comment with any suggestions you have. All comments will be screened. :)
Additional Notes: Sorry.

Part One. | Part Two. | Part Three. | Part Four. | Part Five. | Part Six. | Part Seven. | Part Eight. | Part Eight and a Half. | Part Nine. | Part Ten. | Part Eleven.



"Do you..." Sergio slides a hand down Fernando's chest, hungry, heavy fingers questing and pressing between Fernando's legs. Fernando bucks beneath him and tips his head back as Sergio's mouth finds his neck. He closes his eyes and gasps softly, moving a hand down to cover Sergio's, trying weakly to slow it down.

"No... no, I can't... oh, fuck, Sergio." Sergio's hand feels so fucking good on him, feels like it's made just to wrap around his dick even through his clothes but he can't help the sharp feeling of panic that rises each time his heart speeds up. This is different; touching is one thing, being touched is another. "You can't."

Sergio falters a little for that, kissing his way down to the slope of Fernando's shoulder and nestling in there to sigh. He hesitantly loosens his hand on him, slipping it up beneath Fernando's shirt to rub at his burning stomach. His heart hurts. "But I want to."

"I can't let you. You know that. We've... we've talked about this. God, why do you keep tempting me?" Fernando sounds near tears and it's enough to fill Sergio's eyes with them as well. He lifts his head to search Fernando's eyes shamefully, fighting the tremble of his mouth as he speaks.

"I'm sorry. I can't ever help it, I just..." Sergio stops, lowering his eyes to look between their bodies as he shakes his head, his eyelashes wet with tears that he's too stubborn to let go of. He sets his jaw and takes his punishment, looking back up into Fernando's eyes, his mouth in as thin of a line as a mouth like his can get. "I won't do it again."

Fernando sniffles then, the weight of this in combination with the liquor enough to make him break down. He pushes feebly at Sergio to get him off of him and misses his warmth the second he does. Sergio glances around at the other boys and then down at the two on the computer screen, his eyes filling with tears when he sees the absolute sorrow in David's face. He reaches for his clothes, embarrassed for once about his state of undress. He fumbles when he reaches for his shirt, dropping his pants and hastily picking them back up again. He sucks in a huge breath and turns his eyes to Iker.

"I'm... I'm going to call it a night, o-okay? I'll see you guys in the morning." Iker starts to get up but Sergio lifts a hand for him to stay. He turns again to the computer and presses a kiss to his fingers, directing it at David. " Bye. I love you, superstar."

David can only shake his head then, lifting his own hand to wave back at Sergio. He would call him later and say what he can't in front of everyone. Sergio ghosts a hand through Fernando's hair and then he's gone, the click of the door loud in the dead silence left in the room.

Fernando lowers his head and drags his hands through his hair, mean fingers breaking off strands and inflicting as much pain as they can. A sob bursts from him so loud that Cesc jumps, immediately spurring him into action and toward Fernando. He wraps his arms around his friend and welcomes the crush of Fernando's arms around him in return. He buries his face into blonde hair and lets him cry, both of them shaking with the rack of sobs. Cesc glances up at the computer and sees how stricken Steven looks for Fernando. Cesc holds him tighter.

Xabi gives Steven a look that neither of them have to explain and Steven nods, reaching for the computer and almost closing it. Iker catches Xabi's hand and looks straight at David, looking at him almost frantically. David goes against his own rules and leans forward to press a kiss against his screen, keeping his mouth there until he can see Iker doing the same from beneath his lowered lashes. David lifts a hand to stroke the screen and in turn almost Iker's face, giving a sigh as he finally leans back. He mouths to him silently as Steven closes the computer.

Goodbye, amor.

Iker closes his eyes, sadness drawing his shoulders inwards. When he hears another sob from Fernando he looks up, forcing himself to play captain once again. Xabi is already across the room and tending to Fernando, both he and Cesc wrapped around him, petting and soothing him with soft words. Iker stands up and walks across the room, leaning down on his way out of it to stroke the top of Cesc's head, leaving a few kisses there and then he's gone, the door closed behind him and his feet eating up the carpet of the hallway between his and Sergio's rooms. The large hotel feels utterly still, the walls too insulated to give hints of what was going on behind them.

He knocks on Sergio and Fernando's door, clearing his throat gently to offer up his voice when he got no reply.

"It's me, Serg. Open up, please, darling." The word "cariño" sounds so soft on his lips, a word he didn't use with just everyone, hardly used with anyone, really, but Sergio really is his darling in so many respects, Sergio who is younger than him and more tender-hearted than him, whose secrets he holds and whose heart he has calmed so many times. And he isn't going to fail him tonight.

It takes several moments before Iker hears the sound of Sergio's feet as he makes his way to the door and then suddenly there he is, inconceivably large eyes puffy and defeated, cheeks stained from crying and streaked with tears, his hair tangled, torn. He's still just wearing those endearing boxer briefs. Iker reaches in for him and closes the door behind him with his foot. He presses a soft, sweet kiss to Sergio's mouth and wraps his arms around him, leading him back to the bed. Sergio's mouth is working against his neck, not exactly kissing but whispering, muttering every single thing he needs to say, every single thing that feels stupid even in his own head but this is Iker and Iker understands, Iker already knows anyway, Iker doesn't mind. Iker lifts Sergio up onto his body, Sergio's legs hooked behind his back as Iker kneels onto the bed, lowering Sergio down and moving them up toward the pillows. He's on the verge of tears but he's trying to distract himself by pulling the covers up over them, by keeping Sergio tight against him, by petting his hair and stroking his back. Sergio finally sobs against his neck and it almost kills him.

"I just love him, Iker. I just love him and I didn't mean to and I've tried to stop but I just love him. I didn't mean to." Iker closes his eyes and nods, nods in understanding and agreement. His chin shakes as he starts to cry, too. Finally. He holds Sergio so tight that neither of them can breathe.

"I know."

They would fall asleep just like this, just as entwined, just as unresolved, just as heartbroken.