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Even angels have their wicked schemes (Djibril/Lucas)

Even angels have their wicked schemes

Djibi didn't think he liked Lucas that much. Despite their season together, they had never really had the opportunity to play that much at the same time, Lucas had his injuries, he had his bad times. It was like that. Which didn't change the fact that he didn't think he had so much affection for the curly-haired Spaniard slaughtering the German every time he tried, despite himself he was devilishly cute when he tried. The problem with Lucas is that he's only staying with Gonça and David, which doesn't help him understand what he's saying, because he didn't do Spanish at school. Getting closer to him was complicated, as well as understanding him, and making sure to strengthen their bonds. Djibril went out of his way during practice to stay by his side, but when it wasn't Seppl wanting to talk about tactics or Gonça needing help with dating advice to get Timmy, it was really difficult for him to have near him. Djibi had started to believe the curse was right on him because he wasn't white... But no, he didn't want to blame his skin color. Out of the question not to be proud. He had promised himself then that he would succeed in having Lucas, to honor his ancestors.

And the saddest thing in this story is that he succeeded. A week before August, Lucas really came to his house, a beautiful smile on his face, his surviving curls from his barber shop falling on his forehead. So beautiful. Djibi didn't resist long before he ran his hand over his cheek, to stroke that soft skin that had been so longing for, for months, then held him against him, to feel all his warmth. To think he would have given anything for that earlier... Lucas' lips rested on his, he could smell spices in this kiss, all the flavor of Spanish reverberating in this kiss so important to him, for them. Djibril put his arms around him to lift him up and bring him to his room, laying him on his bed, kissing the rest of his uncovered skin so that he can finally enjoy all his affection for him, so that he can finally gain something. Lucas babbled things in German, mitigated by Spanish, before continuing to kiss him, his body slowly opening up to his.

It was a wonderful summer day when the high temperatures could only have given them a cold shower to relax their worn muscles from last season. Djibi was so happy to be able to observe him from every angle, in the orange sunlight of the end of the day, still naked as from birth, lying next to him, staring at him, biting his lower lip. So beautiful... Djibi should have told him that he loved him, that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with him, that he never wanted to leave him. The next morning, what a pleasure it was to be able to run his fingers through his curls, to be able to kiss and cherish him however he wanted, to be able to cook him breakfast and take him to training.

He should have known everything.

Lucas was no longer there for the friendly against Monaco.

In the process of negotiating his new contract with Osasuna.

Djibril will never have him as a teammate again.

It's over for his hopes. The man of his life has gone elsewhere, came back home to forget him.

The End