"The Forbidden Apple" (Mbappe x Hakimi)

Chapter 15

"Why did he leave if he wanted you...?"

"Because I couldn't do it." Kylian's eyes teared up.

"Why?"

"Because fuck you Achraf, as soon as I put my hands on him all I could think about was you."

After hearing that, Achraf was fucked.

"D-don't say that, please..." Achraf shut his eyes tight and lowered his head.

"It's the truth. I can't think of anyone else but you, Achraf." Kylian got closer and grabbed his best friend by the nape of his shirt, causing Hakimi to take in a deep breath at their closeness.

"What else?" Whispered the Morrocan male, causing Kylian's lips to quirk up in a sly grin.

"I-I want to feel you Achraf, breathe you." He continued, staring deep into his best friend's eyes, as Achraf shut them tight, grabbing onto the last piece of self restraint he had inside of him. Kylian's lips almost brushing against the older, as they did against Ramos' moments ago.

"If you don't stop Kylian, I'll make you fall apart under my touch..." He warned him lowly, eyes gleaming with desire.

"Then I won't." With that he pushed himself into the Moroccan's arms and connected his lips to the taller male in front of him.

Achraf gasped at the touch of their lips, yet pulled himself back from the kiss with a surprised expression and widened eyes.

"Kissing wasn't part of the deal." He quietly said, dazed from the passionate, short kiss.

"Well, you said deal was over. Or am I wrong?" Chuckled Kylian.

"Exactly. I- I should've even be doing this." He continued, yet didn't distance himself from the dark skinned male in front of him.

"And yet you aren't pulling away." Smirked Kylian, as his hands brushed over Achraf's face, slowly caressing it.

"I..." Achraf opened his mouth to say something, but was quickly distracted by the way Kylian ran his tongue across his lower lip, wetting it softly.

"Make love to me." Whispered Kylian, causing Achraf's eyes to drift back to his eyes.

"You don't mean it. It's the alcohol speaking, you're drunk." Said Achraf.

"I dont care. I want you to make love to me like you own me. Fuck the deal, give me the real you." Said Kylian softly, caressing Achraf's cheek. Their faces were so close, that Kylian could hear the soft intake of breath, that his best friend took as he gazed at him.

"You know we can't." The Moroccan said, colliding his forehead with his friend's.

"Why? Is it because you don't want me? Cuz I know damn well that that's not tru-"

"No, Kylian. It isn't because of that. I mean, I'd do anything to help you, you know that. But my wife..." he cut the French male off.

"You still didn't say you want me, you just said you are doing this to 'help me'. Is that what this is about? Still the damn deal?" Kylian lowered his hands against Achraf's torso and pushed him off aggressively.

"Kylian, I didn't mean it like that. Of course, I'm doing this willingly but you know that I'm not gay and you aren't either." Achraf explained himself, raising his hands in defense. Kylian shot him a glare.

"And what if I am, huh? Would you stop being friends with me?" He replied nastily.

"Oh my god, Kylian you aren't gay anyways. I don't know what this is about. You are clearly drunk." He responded with calmness to his friends hostility, causing Kylian to let out a laugh mockingly.