Our path written in the old sacred book called destiny
Mauricio can't feel happier than having Niko in his life, he landed in Austria to take care of him, Argentina doesn't displease him, it's his country, but he needs to breathe a new air, to make a fresh start. For the moment, they have just slept together and Mauricio kisses Niko's skin, his soft warm skin, his fingers slightly palpating his abs, he takes advantage of his slight chills. He slides his lips from the back of his neck to his lower back, his ears feast on Niko's little laughs, it's so good to be able to hear him happy again, his throat was totally tight when he heard the news, but now everything is better. He takes Niko's hand in his to drop a chaste kiss on it, sliding his lips from his palm to his tattoo.
Tattoo?
Mauricio moves aside slightly, a raised eyebrow. He had never believed Niko could get a tattoo, let alone in such a visible place. The Munich effect, by all assumptions. Niko bites his lip, placing his other hand on his wrist. He wasn't supposed to see it apparently.
"Is everything all right?" Mauricio asks him, truly intrigued
"Y-Yeah, well, I have to tell you something."
''I'm listening to you.''
"I... signed a contract with my boss, and... uh... I'm paying the price."
''I'm not sure I understand.''
"I signed a three-year contract with Bayern, and if I didn't finish it, well, Kalle would take what I have left to live."
''What ?! I won't let you die! Why did you sign this horrible contract ?! When were you going to tell me? When it would have been too late to act ?!''
''I'm sorry Mauricio, I... I don't want to make you sad, really... But when I signed, I hoped to be really good, not... Just Niko. Kalle offered me three years, and I didn't think that... Anyway... I'm going to die. The tattoo will continue to spread, until it touches the vital points. I must have a week left, I'm sorry...''
'' No, I'm not going to accept that, we're going to go see this bastard and we're going to give your life back, okay? I'm not going to let you die, because the world needs Niko Kovač.''
"There is nothing to do Mauricio, you should break up and find someone else..."
"I will never be a defeatist and I promise you that everything will be alright."
''Thank you...''
"No, I want to hear it from you Niko."
"I will survive, Mauricio."
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They are in Munich, they still have six days according to Niko's calculations, he's worried that the brand has taken up more space on Niko's arm, going up to his forearm. It's going much faster and it's clearly not good, even if Niko wants him to believe the opposite. They only have an appointment with Rummenigge the next day, so they rest in their hotel room, Mauricio can't help but bite his lip when he sees the mark on his arm. He sleeps with him but doesn't hide that he has trouble falling asleep. Five days.
Rummenigge is in front of them, seated at his desk, Mauricio wants to kill him. He listens carefully to him talking about this damn contract, he won't let him do that. He listens to him, saying that the contract can't be broken, that a promise can't be broken. Mauricio gets up, grabbing the collar of the old rat, it's an obvious threat but he doesn't want to let the one he loves die because of his sadistic venom. He's forced to back away when he sees Rummenigge's fangs coming out, pointy ears sticking out of his head, as well as a demonic tail. Mauricio swallows the lump in his throat, he faces the antichrist in person.
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FanfictionA collection of all my one shots about Frankfurt, but in English! There are plenty to come and you can order some (but only about Frankfurt of course)