Author: Mikesspankmonkey

Rating: Nc-17 for slashy footballer goodness

Notes: This takes place after Portugal's loss to South Korea and it's all about four of my fav players from the selecção portuguesa and how it affected them. Basically, they lost, so now they shag. If you don't like, then don't read.

Disclaimers: I don't own any of the portuguese squad, unfortunately as there are a few things that I would love to do to Pauleta (Pedro Resende) and I cannot prove that any of these things ever happened. But for those of you that saw the Portugal/Poland match and saw Paulo Bento dive onto Pauleta just think…….

Crashing into the lockers, Sergio Conceição swore before rabidly banging his head against the metal of the doors. He couldn't believe that they'd lost, moreover, he couldn't believe that he'd messed up their chance of getting a goal. Now, because of him, Portugal were going home without even making it into the final sixteen. Frenzied, he took out all his disappointment onto the lockers, bloodying his hands and forehead, blood mixing into the sweat that still lingered there from the game. He'd prayed, he'd lit more candles than ever before in his life and yet his God had still deserted him. Well fuck God then.

*~*

Rui had seen the look of disappointment and pain on Sergio's face as the final whistle blew, a death knell on their world cup hopes. Walking back into the now empty locker rooms, a ruckus of banging and swearing assaulted his ears. Knowing that it would be Sergio, Rui dropped his bags and ran to the source of the disturbance. Turning the corner, his muscles screaming out from the abuse they'd taken during the match, he rounded one row of lockers easily. Stopping only when he saw his friend smashing his own brains out on a locker door.

'Sergio!!!'

No answer. Running at the self-destructive man, he tackled him to the ground, pinning him to the floor as he fought.

'Sergio!! It's me!! Rui!!! Stop it!!'

Finally calming, Sergio slowly came out of his frenzy.

'It's ok Sergio…it's ok…'

Grimacing at the blood on the other man, Rui stripped off his shirt, using it to bathe the cuts on his head.

'There was nothing you could have done.'

Suddenly stiff as a board, Sergio' s eyes stared fixedly at the ceiling, blinking back the tears as they formed. Leaning down, Rui hugged the other man, whispering words of comfort in his ear. Sobbing his replies, Sergio wrapped his arms around Rui's body, soaking his naked chest with blood, sweat and tears. After the storm had subsided, Rui pulled him up to sitting position, pulling away slightly to gently sweep the hair out of the other man's face.

'Shhhhhhhhhhhh'

The contact from Rui's hand had brought him back to the present. Now gazing into his team-mate's eyes, they both stopped. Trapped in the moment, all the blood and disappointment forgotten. Then, the waiting was over, lips descended on lips and soon, what had been born out of comfort, became a race to strip and explore each other. Gasping as Rui's mouth moved down his chest to lick and nibble his nipples, he bucked as he felt the other man's strong hand reach into his shorts and encase his manhood. Pulling up the other man's face to his own, he devoured the full lips, thrusting his tongue forcefully into his team-mate's mouth. Rui had begun to pump at him, jerking him off. No. Not like this, he didn't want to have sex with Rui in his disgusting state. He was filthy. Pulling away, he stopped Rui's hand.

'No, not here….'

Wild with lust, Rui's eyes were almost scary to look into.

'Where then?'

'The showers??'

Breathlessly Rui nodded before getting up and dragging Sergio with him.

*~*

Why had he been substituted off? He'd scored a hat trick against Poland but it had made no bloody difference, he'd still been taken off when he was sure that he could have made a difference. He'd tried asking Antonio, but to no avail, all he'd said was that he felt that Jorge Andrade was better suited for the type of game they were playing. The normally sunny personality of Pedro Resende had become noticeably grim. Antonio had given them all another day in the hotel for sightseeing and relaxation but he'd already decided to pack. A knock at the door roused him from his meditations on all that had gone wrong, pulling him back to reality. Rising from the floor where he'd been knelt, Pedro went to answer the door. Paulo Bento stood leaning against the doorframe, a bottle of vodka clinched in one hand.

'Hey, mind if I come in?'

Stepping out of the way, Pedro walked back into his room to sit on the bed, leaving Paulo to close the door. Nonplussed, Paulo pulled one of the bedside tables round to face Pedro, retrieved two glasses from the stand and simply sat next to his friend, opening up the bottle and pouring out two doubles.

' What's this?'

Laughing dryly, Paulo roughly compared the glasses before handing one to Pedro.

' Commiseration…. All we need now is some Fado and we'd be the perfect suffering Portuguese.'

Ending the sentence with a little chuckle, Paulo quickly downed his glass. Looking to Pedro to do the same.

'I'm not in the mood'

Picking up Pedro's glass, Paulo smirked devilishly.

'Well either you drink this, 'Pauleta' or I'll force this down your throat.'

Finally sharing the smirk, Pedro took the glass and downed it before grabbing Paulo by his shirt collar and pulling him into a long kiss. Pushing him down onto the soft bedding, Paulo straddled the hat trick star running his hands up and down his chest. With an ease born out of experience, they lazily navigated each others' bodies, doing to each other what they knew to feel good before embracing each other, vodka and disappointment forgotten.

*~*

Pulling Sergio into the showers, he turned on the water letting it soak him before he pulled the other man under the hot stream with him. Once again their lips met, sparking off another frenzy. Pulling Sergio's shorts down, Rui dropped to his knees, caressing rapidly hardening penis before taking it into his mouth. Stripping off his shirt, Sergio, moaned as the warmth began build in his belly and leaned against the wall, letting Rui's tongue do it's work. He was as talented off the field as on and soon Sergio came, screaming Rui's name.

Rui felt Sergio's hand beneath his chin, pulling him up for another bruising kiss before suddenly turning away from him to brace himself against the wall. He wanted him to enter him and he had no lube.

'Sergio, I have no lube…'

'I know, just do it anyway, I need to feel this'

Nodding to himself, Rui worked his fingers into the other man's ass, stretching it and preparing it for entry, smiling as Sergio moaned. Hands splaying the other man's ass to allow for easier entry, Rui began to drive in.

' When I enter you, you push against me, yeah?'

It was hurting, but in a good way. Doing as Rui instructed, he pushed against the hardness feeling the pain peak before it subsided and gave way to pleasure. Now fully impaled, Rui slowly began to pump in and out and soon he was hard again.

'Oh shit, you're so tight Sergio!'

Grunting, Rui locked his arms around his team-mate's waist and fucked him even harder, causing him to scream. He was so close now, he just needed….more.

'Please, Rui!'

His eyes closed, Rui's face was lost as he worked towards his climax. The begging cries of Sergio only just reached him. Reaching down, Rui began to pump at Sergio's penis, to bring him with him when he finally came. It wasn't long before the spasms took over both Sergio and Rui, leaving them a breathless heap on the floor.

Pulling out of Sergio, he moved to sit against the wall, pulling the other man with him to cradle him in his lap, rocking him.

'That feel better?'

Dreamy eyes looked back at him.

'Yes Rui…..and thank you'

Leaning down to kiss him, Rui smiled.

'I had to get you to take a shower somehow.'

'Cheeky fuck! Feel free to 'take an interest in my personal hygiene again''

Smoothing a hand across Sergio's chest, Rui gently slapped.

'Come on! We best get out of here, wouldn't want some Japanese cleaners to find us like this….'

Smirking, Sergio got up, pulling Rui up with him.

'Yeah, you're right, I suppose we better get ready to go home….'