Football One Shots

Neymessi Different AU (pt2)

As requested!! This AU is from a while back but it is titled "Neymessi Different AU"!
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Neymar's eyes peeled open slowly, his lids feeling like molasses, to find himself consumed in darkness. The first thought that crawled through his mind was that he was still in the closet, waiting for his three days to be up. Neymar was convinced that Juanfran forgot he was even in the closet and that maybe he had been in there for more than three days, but then Neymar realized he didn't feel thirsty anymore and that his stomach pains weren't as unforgiving.
The next thought that ran through him was whether or not he should try to get up. His legs felt heavy and his head was swimming, but he felt the need to move, his joints aching with stiffness.
Regret flooded his body as he attempted to sit up, quickly deciding against it and relaxing back. That's when Neymar realized there was a pillow below his head, but not just any pillow, the softest, squishiest pillow he'd ever used. That pillow he remembered, it was Leo's.
"Master Lionel?" Neymar didn't know if he was just at the point of insanity from being trapped in the closet or if his brain was actually putting pieces together, but when he didn't get a reply he began to doubt his thinking abilities.
"I've gone crazy haven't I?" Neymar practically whined as he brought his hand up to his forehead.
"Ney?" A voice spoke beside him in surprise causing Neymar to nearly shed his skin in fright.
"Master Lionel?" Neymar couldn't see anything and now he was hearing voices?
No one replied and Neymar began to shake his head in disbelief. He really had gone crazy. He wasn't surprised really. Two days in the closet was enough to drive a maid mad, but three, that was a guaranteed one way ticket to the psych ward.
As Neymar's thoughts consumed him, a lamp beside him flicked on and a soft, yellow light illuminated Leo's face and body.
"I thought I was going crazy." That was the first thing that came out of Neymar's mouth, but he didn't care enough to chastise himself for being so informal.
"How are you feeling Ney? The doctor administered pain medication before he left for the night." Leo's gaze was calculated, studying Neymar and taking notes.
"I feel alright. My stomach hurts and my head feels fuzzy, but I'm alive at least." Neymar wanted to be positive, for both himself and Leo, but Leo didn't seem convinced.
"I'll get you something to eat." Leo gave Neymar a once over again before pivoting and marching softly out the door of his bedroom.
"Master Lionel! You don't have to do that!" Neymar tried to call him back and even thought about getting out of the bed and chasing the small man down, but the throb in his head kept him in his place.
Neymar's gaze wandered over to Leo's side of the bed. Leo's side. Neymar scolded himself for thinking only half the bed was Leo's, as if Neymar had claimed the other.
The spot where Leo had slept was slightly indented and the pillow was pressed down in the center. Neymar found his hand crawling across the bed and resting in Leo's indent, feeling his warmth he left behind. It was only when Leo cleared his throat that Neymar realized he wasn't alone anymore.
"I hope you like apple slices." Before Neymar lay a plate of roughly chopped apple slices, clearly Leo's doing. Neymar was surprised that Leo even knew how to use a knife.
"Thank you sir." Neymar held back a smile and reached for his first slice.
"What did I say about that." Leo looked slightly upset, causing Neymar to instantly feel bad.
"I'm sorry Leo. It's a habit and well you know what they say about those." Neymar bit into his apple slice, the cold piece igniting his taste buds.
"I'm sorry." Neymar sputtered and began to choke on his apple slice as the words left Leo's mouth. Coughs shook Neymar's body as he tried to get some air, his tiny fist beating his own chest.
"W-what is there to be sorry for?" Neymar wheezed our as he wiped a tear that had fallen from his eye.
"Juanfran. I've known he was trouble since he took over as head servant." Leo's gaze clashed with Neymar's, the intensity forcing Neymar to look away first.
"It's not your fault. He is very good at what he does, he just isn't a good person on the inside. Kinda rotten you know?" Neymar began to chew on his third slice.
"A rotten apple." Leo replied, his gaze still on Neymar.
"Yeah. A rotten apple." Neymar smiled slightly as he chewed some more.
"Well you don't have to worry about him. He is no longer a servant here." Leo's expression was neutral, showing neither disappointment nor excitement about Juanfran being gone, but Neymar felt awful.
"I'm so sorry sir. I didn't mean for this to happen." Neymar was practically on his knees beside Leo, ready to beg for Leo's forgiveness when a light laugh left Leo's rosy lips.
Neymar's eyes widened and his heart rate spiked as he replayed the beautiful sound repeatedly in his mind. Leo had laughed. It was small but it was a laugh nonetheless and it was music to Neymar's ears.
"You didn't do anything except help me see Juanfran for who he is. I do not need such people representing my family name." Neymar scoffed out loud, believing the situation to be rather ironic.
"You are worried about Juanfran ruining your family name? What about me? I'm no one. I'm a bum from the streets of the inner city. I'm about as low as you can get on the social ladder." Neymar had a small smile on his face, not hurt by the truth but rather finding it sorta funny.
"You may be the first Santos to work here, but I take pride in having you here. You are an excellent example of what I wish for my servants and maids to be like." Neymar's chest swelled slightly with pride as he took in Leo's words. No one had ever talked so highly about Neymar or his family, but Leo made him feel like royalty.
"Thank you Leo." Neymar's smile turned sincere as he held Leo's burning gaze, trying to get his gratitude across.
"No. Thank you Neymar." Leo's lips twitched and then turned up slightly in the corners.
Again Neymar's breath was stolen as he took in Leo's beauty.
"So what now?" Neymar wanted to know what to expect when he returned to work.
"I was thinking. I do need an extra hand with my work and studies. Who better to help me than my favorite servant?" Leo's smile grew a bit wider as he waited for Neymar's reply.
"You want me to work alongside you?" Neymar was touched. The position beside the master was usually held for his queen, but he wanted Neymar to fill the role. Neymar tried to slow his pounding heart, trying not to let his mind wander, but what if Leo was saying something.
"Yes." Leo waited patiently for Neymar to accept or decline.
"But that spot is for your queen... what happens when you find your queen?" Neymar wanted nothing more than to take the position, but he didn't want to have to worry about his spot being taken over at anytime, he needed stability.
"I think I already have." Neymar's confused expression faltered, turning into a disappointed one and Leo didn't miss it.
"Oh. Then why do you need me?" Neymar's gaze dropped to his fingers as he nervously twirled them around.
"Are you always this obtuse?" Leo questioned with a quiet laugh, reaching over and wrapping an arm around Neymar's back and pulling the oblivious man towards him. Neymar's mind ran wild as Leo's held Neymar close to him and let out a yawn, clearly putting the conversation to an end for the night, but Neymar wasn't going to sleep anytime soon.
One question continued to pull at Neymar, was he Leo's queen?