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fxndom-multix · 11 months ago

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Medicine (X Pedri)

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Somewhere in the midst of his quiet breakdown, Pedri felt grateful. Grateful that Gavi cantell exactly what he needs without having to ask, grateful that they can understand eachother like no one else can, grateful that he gets to love Gavi.He tries to hold onto that feeling of gratefulness as he mentally curses the boy destroyinghim.orPedri is anxious and Gavi takes him out of his head.

Vaguely, in the back of his hazy mind, Pedri knew he was shaking.

He knew that tremors wracked his body, running down his spine with every relentless push andprod from Gavi's fingers. He knew that he hadn't lifted his face from where it had been pressedinto the pillow, damp with spit and sweat. He knew that his vision had been blurred at the edgessince Gavi had nipped at his jaw and whispered "Don't even think about coming," as his handsnaked below his waistband.

He knew that this familiar dance between them would silence the rattling anxiety in his chest, erasethe unresolved adrenaline from a bad match. On the field, Pedri was always in control. Everydecision, every pass, every run was timed and calculated with sharp eyes and sharper movements. He was a playmaker, he controlled the game, and when things went sideways he forced himself tobear the burden of their loss. It wasn't often, but sometimes the stress could unravel him.

They had lost 4-1 against Real Madrid— hadn't even managed to put up a proper fight. Pedri lostcount of how many times he was beat in the middle, unable to connect the necessary passes,unable to stop the frustration from bubbling up in his chest. Robert had managed to put them onthe score sheet in the 84th minute, but it was a consolation goal more than anything.

The locker room was as demure as expected. Nobody said a word over the shuffle of jerseys beingtaken off and the click of cleats against the linoleum. Pedri could feels the eyes of his teammatesburning into back as he changed, knew they were looking at him with concern, some with pity.

"Pedri," He felt a warm hand on his shoulder. Robert looked at him with understanding eyes. "There will be other games."

Pedri could only nod, couldn't swallow the jumble of emotions in his throat. He knew his veteranteammate meant well but it did little to stop the sick buzz of anxiety in his chest. Ansu and Ferranoffered similar assurances, promising future hat tricks against Madrid before leaving to let the boylick his wounds in private. Slowly, the rest of the players filtered out of the locker room until only ahandful remained. Pedri pretended his hands weren't shaking as he stuffed his clothes into his bag.

Gavi hadn't said a word since they'd left the pitch, but his eyes stayed glued to Pedri's figure.Pedri still doesn't understand how Gavi can internalize it all. When they play, Gavi is all fire andemotion, blazing across the field with unbridled drive and aggression. He wears his heart on hissleeve, always ready to dispute a foul or defend himself from players who try to mistreat himbecause of his age. But after games like these, Gavi just goes quiet. He steeps in hisdisappointment for a bit, but eventually manages to shake it off and move on.

Pedri feels enviousof his surprising maturity sometimes, when the pit in his stomach grows heavier and heavier andevery mistake he's ever made plays on repeat in his head.

When Gavi finally approached him he didn't say anything- didn't have to, really. Pedri could see inhis eyes exactly what he was offering. This unspoken arrangement where Gavi would force Pedriout of his head, tear him to pieces and put him back together as a way to give them both asemblance of control. He squeezes Gavi's hand in affirmation, leans over and whispers make ithurt, before pulling away and slipping out of the locker room.

Somewhere in the midst of his quiet breakdown, Pedri felt grateful. Grateful that Gavi can tell whathe needs without having to ask, grateful that they can understand each other like no one else can,grateful that he gets to love Gavi.

He tries to hold onto that feeling of gratefulness as he mentally curses the boy destroying him.

"Are you gonna cry?" Gavi's voice is thick with arousal. It's said with none of the inflection of aquestion. Pedri's face burns and he shakes his head, face still buried in the pillow. Gavi's handslides from its firm grip on his shoulder to squeeze his waist. "That's not an answer, Pedri."

He's being cruel and he knows it. Pedri can barely think straight, torn between rocking back ontothe fingers that have been working him open for the past 30 minutes and squirming away from thedelicious pain-pleasure of denial. He turns his head to the side to try and catch a glimpse of the boybehind him through bleary eyes. Gavi looms over his back like a blanket, one hand still graspinghis waist like a vice and the other fucking in and out of him, the excessive amount of lube makingan obscene squelching noise with every thrust. His legs have Pedri's pinned to the bed, tangledtogether and forcing him to take everything Gavi gives him. Pedri opens his mouth to respond,licking his kissed-raw lips.

"I-I'm not—" He just barely gets the words out as Gavi speeds up his movements. It's a bold facedlie and he knows it, can feel how wet his eyes are. Gavi lets out a soft laugh and it sounds mean.Pedri can only let his eyes flutter shut, frustrated by how easily Gavi can get to him, embarrassedby how easily he gives it up.

Gavi's fingers dig in tighter around his waist, as if punishing him for trying to hide, trying toescape Gavi's demanding gaze. Pedri can't stop the keen that crawls up his throat.

Gavi just circles his fingertips lazily around Pedri's opening and watches as the older boy squirms.He slides his fingers back in, drawing stifled moans out of Pedri with every thrust. Moans that curlinto sharp cries as Gavi's fingers stab into him at that spot that sends a jolt through his body.

"Fuck" Pedri lifts his hips, trying to fuck himself harder on Gavi's fingers, as the pressure buildslow in Pedri's stomach again for uncountable time. His hands curl into the sheets as he tries to keepstill and not lose this perfect angle they've found.

Suddenly he's staring up at the ceiling, maneuvered onto his back by insistent hands. In thisposition he can see how Gavi's caged him into the bed, eyes dark with lust. His fingers dive back into massage into his prostate again and Pedri's mind goes fuzzy at the edges. His cock twitches inGavi's hand. The pressure is too much to contain, heat spreading out from his inside him until hisentire body feels like it's on fire and his cock aches with the need to release, to fall over that edge.

"Not yet,"

And Gavi's fingers are gone, hand clamping tight around Pedri's cock, uncomfortable andrestricting, pulling him back from the edge again and earning a frustrated groan.

Once it's clear Pedri isn't about to come anymore, Gavi releases his cock. His hands skim alongPedri's sides, and even those simple touches send prickles of pleasure against his skin. One handsettles against Pedri's cheek, thumb pushing past his lower lip.

"Are you gonna beg for it?" His voice is low and Pedri hates the way his body tells on him soeasily with the chill that rolls down his spine. "Such a slut for it aren't you Pedri, can't thinkstraight without a cock inside you?"

A part of Pedri wants to fight it, wants to tell Gavi to fuck off and let him come but his mind goesblank when Gavi's mouth is on his, tongue practically fucking his mouth with the amount of forcehe puts into the kiss.

His other hand teases at Pedri's cock again, and fuck, he really is weak forthis boy— he is going to beg.

His voice sounds so unlike him when his mouth is freed and he finally finds the ability to speak.

"Gavi, please, I—" He's cut off by a sharp slap against his cheek, hard enough that it forces him tosuck in a breath.

"That's not what you call me." And Gavi says it so casually, as if it's the most obvious thing in theworld. Pedri can feel his dignity fizzling away with every word.

"Please," His voice comes out shaky, head still rattling from the shock. "Please, sir. I need it."

Humiliation burns in his chest.

"Need what Pedri?" Gavi sounds bored but the gleam in his eyes betrays him. "I'm not a mindreader."

Need you to let me come. Need you to take me apart. Need you to make me feel whole again. Theconfessions float through Pedri's head and it makes him dizzy.

"Need you inside me," He settles on, rocking his body against Gavi's, chasing the stimulation,"Need you to fuck me, please— Sir, please."

Gavi pushes his hips back down against the bed. "Should've figured. Pretty sluts like you onlyneed one thing don't they?"

And he knows it's not true, has only slept with enough people to count on one hand, but Gavi'swords make his throat burn and his eyes water. "Can't even wait for me to get my cock in youbefore you start grinding on me like you're in heat,"

Pedri can only let his eyes slip shut and nod.

"Don't have to wait much longer, sweetheart." And even the pet name leaves an ache in Pedri'schest, the degrading saccharinity of it all. "I'll give you what you need."

Gavi dips his head down to Pedri's collarbone, lets his hand tightly grip the cusp between his neckand shoulder until Pedri is sure there will be finger-shaped bruises in the morning. He shivers at thesensation of Gavi sucking and nipping at his skin, leaving marks that will just be barely concealedby his training kit.

Once Gavi is satisfied with the dark red patch of skin, he grazes his teeth lower, scattering marksacross his chest. The sting makes Pedri hiss through his teeth, pain blossoming against his skinbefore Gavi licks at them possessively. Tomorrow, when he pulls himself out of bed, Pedri willclose the bathroom door with a quiet click. He'll lean in close to the mirror and trace his fingersover the angry marks, tinged purple at the edges. He'll press into them and let his eyes slip shut,and remember how Gavi made it clear who he belonged to.

Satisfied with the constellation of hickeys left behind, Gavi pulls away. The room is dimly lit, butthe sheen of saliva still glimmers against Pedri's skin.

"Ready for it, slut?" There's no malice behind the word— it's practically said with endearment andyet it hurts exactly how Pedri wants it to. He doesn't offer a response, knows that Gavi isn'tlooking for one. The younger rubs the head of his cock against Pedri's entrance, and the lewd slideagainst the lube echoes in the room. It makes Pedri bite his lip, makes him dizzy with how muchhe likes it, makes the humiliation seethe inside of him.

Gavi sinks in hard and fast. Pedri keens a little. The stretch doesn't hurt, Gavi's torturous pace withhis fingers made sure of that, but a different, duller pain courses through him. A hurt that lives inhis throat, throbbing with every deliciously cruel word, reminding him of how he's owned.

Gavi doesn't pause as he impales him, doesn't offer him the courtesy. Pedri lets himself drown inthe feeling, goes limp against the bed and lets Gavi fill the metaphorical pit in his stomach.

"That's it, that's it," Gavi coaxes in that same airy tone. "You can take it." His hand tighten aroundPedri's middle and he rolls his hips back and drives them forward again until his hips are flushagainst Pedri's ass.

"Just stay still and fucking take it."

Gavi fucks back inside, grappling with Pedri's waist to pull him back harder, and Pedri makes thisbroken sound— raw, hoarse, something akin to Gavi's name.

Deep thrust after deep thrust knocks the breath out of the older boy. When Gavi finds a particularlysweet angle Pedri can't stop the moans that spill out of his mouth. He can already feel the familiarcurl of an approaching orgasm.

Pedri is already so overwhelmed, can't even string together a proper sentence and it doesn't escapeGavi's notice, like nothing ever seems to.

"What's the matter?" Gavi doesn't even try to disguise it anymore, just lets the meanness creepinto his voice. "Fuck you so good you can't even speak?" His thrusts are quick and sharp, andPedri chokes on another noise when Gavi's grips his jaw tight.

He keeps fucking Pedri at the same angle, hitting his prostate with every punctuated thrust untilPedri feels himself teetering over the edge.

Pedri might be getting louder, he can't really tell. He's too absorbed in the quick, breathy noisesescaping from Gavi's lips, in the way that his fingers twitch against the curve of his jaw. He findsreprieve in the fact that Gavi is just as affected as he is.

Without thinking, Pedri reaches down to wrap a hand around his cock.

"Did I fucking say you could touch yourself?" Gavi spits, and it makes Pedri's head spin. He lickshis dry lips to try and speak for the first time since Gavi claimed the space between his thighs.

"Fuck, Sir- please, I need-"

Gavi pushes down hard on Pedri's lower stomach, cutting him off. He can feel the movement ofhis own cock as it moves in and out. "I told you to fucking take it." Pedri can't bite back hiswounded noise and let's go, overwhelmed by the sensation. Gavi keeps the harsh pace, and itmakes Pedri twist his body on the bedsheets, burying the side of his face in the pillow. He bites it,needs something to take the pressure off.

"Stop that." Gavi hoists Pedri up by his torso, has him practically in his lap as he continues fuckinginto him. "Let me hear those pretty sounds you make." Pedri shivers, the new position forcingGavi's cock deeper inside.

"Who do you belong to, Pedri?" He keens, lolling his head forward onto Gavi's shoulder, but Gavijust laces his fingers through his damp hair and yanks until Pedri is staring back into thosedemanding eyes. "Who's pretty slut are you?"

"Yours," he gasps, dry-throated and raw. Gavi just kisses him, drinking Pedri in like he's dying ofthirst.

Gavi slams in again, and Pedri's eyes roll back, all of his whimpers swallowed by Gavi's mouth onhis. Gavi fucks him harder, a newfound urgency thrumming in his veins. They both losethemselves in it, exchanging moans and messy kisses. Gavi attaches his mouth to the bite onPedri's collarbone, swiping his tongue over the salt.

"God, Pedri," Gavi groans, "You feel so good, being so good for me." Pedri moans brokenly,dizzy from the praise and cruelty and lack of air in his lungs. He still struggles with giving upcontrol, but trapped between a firm, unrelenting body and the creaking bed below him, he lets Gavitake what he wants from him. Even if he fights it at first, he always gives in, let's Gavi bite himand hurt him and fill him up so perfectly.

Gavi's hands roam over his torso, dancing over the bruises and marks sucked into Pedri's skin.Pedri inhales at the slight pain, leaving crescent indents in Gavi's back as he struggles to keep hishands away from his cock. He just wants to be good, wants to hear Gavi whisper his vicious praiseinto his ear.

"Touch yourself for me, sweetheart," Gavi lips are wet against Pedri's neck, and Pedri could sob inrelief as he wraps his hand around his aching cock after what feels like hours of denial. He tightensaround Gavi, who moans and digs his fingers harder into the marks littered across Pedri's chest.

"Sir, I'm gonna come," he pleads. His entire body feels like a live wire, trembling from theanticipation of a repeatedly denied orgasm.

"Then do it, come on my cock," Gavi urges him, picking up the pace even more, pushing Pedri tothe edge even faster. It hits him like a tidal wave, strong and sudden, and he gasps Gavi's name ashe cums. Gavi fucks him through it, not bothering to slow down. Pedri realizes what he's doingjust a second too late. His noises rise in pitch, his hands scramble, scratching Gavi's back as hecontinues pounding into him.

"Wait, I-I can't— too much," Pedri struggles, his chest heaving.

"I thought you wanted me to make it hurt," Gavi lilts. He pushes Pedri back until his torso hits thebedsheets and thrusts even deeper. The meanness is back in full force, and it's a special kind ofwhiplash. Pedri cries out, his face red and twisted in an expression of desperation, and a wolfishsmile that spreads across Gavi's face. Pedri's eyebrows furrow, his nose twitching ever-so-slightly,and Gavi knows exactly what thread he's going to pull on again.

"Aww, Pedri, are you gonna cry for me?" Gavi purrs, just to throw salt in the wound. It's viciouslyeffective. Pedri's face flushes even further, shaking his head violently even as he starts to hiccup.He's almost there, Gavi can tell. Gavi slams into him harder, and in a moment of inspired cruelty,digs his thumbs harshly into the dark bruises on Pedri's hipbone. A scream rips from Pedri's throat,and a thrill rushes through Gavi as he sees tears begin to wet Pedri's cheeks.

"Please, fuck, I can't— Gavi, fuck-" Pedri pants in between hiccups, his head thrashing from sideto side against the pillow.

"So pretty like this," Gavi coos, his mockingly sweet tone completely at odds with the harshness ofhis thrusts. Pedri looks entirely ruined below him, tears welling in his eyes, sweat pooling in thecrevices between his neck and collarbones. Gavi just has to twist the knife again.

"So fucking good, Pedri," and he watches with sick satisfaction as Pedri's sobs rise in pitch. "Sofucking perfect. Gonna cum, fuck, gonna fill your pretty little hole up."

"Please," Pedri's voice cracks, "please." There's nothing else he can say, his nerves fried and hismind blissfully empty. Gavi looks down at Pedri, teary-eyed and cheeks red, and it's more than hecan take. The hot tension in his gut snaps, and he spills into Pedri, the world dissolving awayexcept for the waves of pleasure washing over him and the trembling body underneath him.

Gavi comes down from it slowly, panting. Pedri's shaking all over, whimpering with each breath,tears steadily making their way down his cheeks. Gavi presses their foreheads together, cuppingthe side of Pedri's face in his hand.

"Gonna pull out, okay?" Gavi speaks lowly, gently rubbing his thumb over Pedri's cheekbone as hemoves.

"No," Pedri words meld together, he can barely make his mouth work. "Don't leave."

"I'm not gonna leave," Gavi reassures him, watching the exhaustion flicker in Pedri's eyes. "I'mnot going anywhere." He presses soft kisses to Pedri's jaw and lets his body weight pin Pedri to thebed like a blanket. Slowly Pedri's whines fade into soft breaths, but his eyes stay glassy and far-away. Gavi is familiar with this part of their dance too, when Pedri goes all soft and pliant andthere's nothing in his head but Gavi. He knows that Pedri needs something to keep him groundedwhile his mind drifts through the haze of post-sex endorphins.

For as much as Pedri needs to give up control every once in a while, Gavi can't deny he needs ittoo. The bone-deep satisfaction has dulled all of his own disappointments about the match. Splayedacross the bed, with Pedri cradled in his arms, he feels at ease.

The minutes tick by as they lay tangled together, basking in the warm silence. Gavi rests a gentlehand on the back of Pedri's neck and caresses the spot just below his ear, content to let Pedri floatfor a while. Eventually he'll detangle their limbs and get a warm washcloth to clean them up.Eventually he'll bring Pedri a new pair of boxers and one of his hoodies to wear to bed and he'llwhisper soft assurances in his ear as they drift off. Eventually they'll wake up feeling whole again,heads clear and steady. But for now he's just continues petting and watching as Pedri's eyesgradually get less unfocused.

"Are you back with me yet." Gavi murmurs. Pedri just exhales and tucks his head into the crook ofGavi's neck, settling into the warmth there. And laying there, silently enveloped in each other'sarms, they were going to be alright.

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