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Luka took a swing of his diet soda, staring at the tv screen with a serious and focused look on his face.
Cristiano, Sergio and Luka had decided to meet up in Cristiano's house, due to the fact Barcelona was playing today and the three wanted to watch their boyfriends in red and blue. It was a simple La Liga match, which wasn't considered that important by any of the three because Real and Barcelona were way ahead, with a huge point difference between them and the third party. It was a match between Barca and Las Palmas, a team that was way at the bottom with barely any points and was up for relegation.
Sad for them but hey, what can you do? They'll try to get out of the danger zone and hopefully they'll do it with over 20 games still left.
"Luka?" Cris called out to him, but he really couldn't respond, not when he couldn't believe his eyes.
They weren't winning, on the contrary Barcelona was winning 4-0, but that wasn't what was getting under Luka's skin and raising the anger levels in his body.
Here's the thing, Luka is very comfortable in his relationship. He loves Luis and he knows Luis loves him back, so he never had to worry about anything. Not cheating, not faking, nothing like that. He never worried about it because Luis wasn't the type of man.to cheat, he wasn't the type to look at other men or women.
He always had his eyes on Luka and that made the Croat happy, because he has his eyes on the Uruguayan right back, and both looked at each other with tender eyes.
However, That didn't mean that other people didn't attempt to flirt or attempt to get Luis' attention. Or, in a lot of cases, get into his pants.
Luka, of course, didn't love Luis just because he looked good. He loved everything about the man. But the fact he was handsome as hell was a massive bonus.
The man stood tall at a height of 6 feet, with a big body build and strong muscles. His skin had a bit of a darker tone, which wasn't a surprise, and in all honesty Luka adored that about him. Pure black hair and intense brown eyes graced him, and yet again Luka adored that about him. His hair was soft, running your fingers through it proved that, and he could look into the orbs of his lover for hours without getting bored. He had a bit of a beard growing, which scratched Luka whenever they kissed, but he really didn't mind. The beard suited the Uruguayan and Luka always tried to convince him to not shave it off when the thought popped into his head.
So, as Luka said, extremely handsome.
Maybe others wouldn't say so but he would.
And apparently so would the annoying defender from Las Palmas that was CONSTANTLY flirting with his man. Boateng.
Luka wasn't exaggerating this either. Ever since the match started- Hell even BEFORE it did- the guy had been flirting with Luis every chance he got.
And it was getting on Luka's nerves.
No, he wasn't angry at Luis, the man himself looked very uninterested in whatever the defender was doing and was focusing entirely on the game at hand, but he WAS angry at the defender.
Because how dare he?
Luis and him aren't public but for fuck sake is Boateng BLIND? Luis was so clearly bored of Boateng he rolled his eyes whenever the defender spoke or even got close. Yet the defender wasn't giving up and focused on winking, smiling and talking with Luis. Even after Luis SCORED he kept going at it.
So understandably, Luka was annoyed. Agitated. Angry.
You name it.
"Luka?" Cris tried yet again, "Hey- Are you okay??"
"Lukita?" Even Sergio joined in, but Luka couldn't focus on them.
The screen showed him the scene, burning his eyes and sending boiling blood through his veins.
Luka gulped, "Are we playing Las Palmas as well?"
He asked, getting a weird look from his two friends..
"Yes?" Sergio nodded his head "In a few days why?"
Great
"No reason"
Barcelona won 5-0, with Luis scoring another one. At which point Boateng gave up on flirting.
—
"Is everything alright, querido?"
Luka perked up, blinking his eyes at the laptop in front of him. He was on call with Luis, the day after the match had happened.
"Yes, why?" Luka asked
"You seem out of it" Luis explained, "I've been telling you random stuff for the past 20 minutes and you didn't even notice"
The Croat blinked "Weren't you talking about the match?"
Luis chuckled, a tiny fond smile on his lips "Amor, the last thing I said was 'The next match is on the moon' and your response was 'That sounds fun, good luck' with the most monotone voice I've ever heard you do"
Luka blushed, eyes widening. He didn't even realize that he wasn't paying attention, even though he really should be. It's not everyday that the two could just call and talk with each other, considering their busy schedules and demanding jobs. He had just been so lost in thought, ideas and plans making their way through his brain and deafening his ears.
"Sorry, Luis, I didn't mean to ignore you. I'm just thinking."
"Technically you weren't, you just weren't paying attention. And what are you thinking about? Can I help out?"
And suddenly Luka was back in Cristiano’s house, watching the game, watching Boateng flirting with Luis and he grit his teeth in frustration and squinting his eyes in hate. He knew Luis could see him as clear as day, but he couldn’t help himself. Boiling hot blood filled his veins, he felt so angry he almost thought he would pass out from the amount of rage in him.
“Wow okay there, amor” He heard Luis speak up and he fixed his eyes back on his lover, stare hard and intense. Luka was fuming, and Luis looked pretty worried about him.. “What happened? Did someone upset you at training or..?”
He wanted to help. He was staying calm and peaceful for the sake of Luka. Which was honestly a game changer, since it was usually the other way around.
“No, I’m not upset with my team” Luka explained himself, letting out a sigh so he could harm his rage filled heart, “I’m upset with someone else”
… “Me?”
Luka’s gaze softened and he shook his head at those words. He doesn’t think he could ever be angry at Luis, like ACTUALLY angry. There was usually irritation or annoyance but it was never full blown rage. Like the one he was currently feeling. “No, of course not..” he replied, “You didn’t do anything wrong”
“Then what’s wrong, my love?”
Luka sighed.. “I was thinking about the player. Y’know, the one that kept flirting with you during your last match.”
Luis blinked, as if lost before a look of realization crossed his face, “You mean Boateng? Luka, you don’t have to be angry. I ignored him, you-”
“That’s the problem!” Luka exclaimed, standing up and groaning, deciding to pace around the room, passing besides the computer every now and again. “You kept ignoring him, phishing him away, and he kept COMING BACK. Does he not know what ‘no’ means?!”
“I think you’re getting a bit overworked up, Luka. It’s over, that’s what’s important isn’t it?”
Luka shook his head “It’s not over till that guy understands that what he was doing was NOT okay. You can’t just hit on someone’s boyfriend- OR anyone for that matter- and ignore every sign that clearly says ‘Back off’”
“I think he was trying to get under my skin, to try and win”
“Doesn’t matter” Luka crossed his arms over his chest, staring at his screen with a hot glare, that wasn’t aimed at Luis, but at the defender that wasn’t present in the room but in Luka’s mind. “He needs to learn.”
“And what will you do about it, Luka? You can’t exactly tell him that we’re dating. And you can’t exactly tell him outright either, because then he’ll wonder why you care for a cule.” Luis wasn’t angry, everything he said was said gently and with understanding. He understood Luka was mad and knew he had every right to be. But he still asked, because he himself didn’t know what was going on inside Luka’s head.
Luka blinked.. “Simple, really, I already have an idea, Luis.”
“And what’s that?”
“Watch the game tomorrow and you’ll see”
…
“You won’t kill him, right?”
“What? no-”
—
Luka took in a deep breath, closing his eyes and preparing himself. He was sitting on the bench, the sounds of people talking and dressing up filling the room. Everyone was getting ready for the match against Las Palmas, and Luka was preparing mentally, an idea of how to play in his head.
He had followed the team for a bit, even looking into some older matches, to get an idea of how the team played and he had been pretty successful. Though only after the match will he be able to actually tell.
He opened his eyes, taking a look around the whole team, taking count of who was chosen for the first team squad.
Him, Kroos, Lucas were in the midfield, Navas in goal, Karim, Ronaldo and Morata as the strikers, Pepe, Ramos, Nacho and Marcelo I'm the back as defenders.
It was perfect.
They didn't NEED that strong a team, not against a club like Las Palmas, but it was like Zidane knew him and knew what he had in mind.
"Luka? Are you okay?" Luka turned his head to the person sitting next to him. It was Mateo, who wasn't playing. He was looking at the other Croat with a bit of a worried expression on his face "You look a bit.. out of it, should I tell Zidane?"
Luka shook his head, giving a small and friendly smile to Mateo "No, don't worry. Quite the opposite actually." He winked, "Just watch me, okay?"
Mateo blinked, clearly confused, but before he could utter another word Luka stood up and walked over to Sergio. The Spaniard was fixing up his bag, so it looked somewhat presentable. They aren't animals after all.
Once he noticed the Croat though he stopped and focused on him, raising an eyebrow in question "What is it, Lukita? Everything okay?"
Luka nodded his head "Yes. But I have something to say, could you please get the team's attention for me?" He asked the man, giving a small innocent looking smile. Sergio ate it right up and smiled right back, nodding his head "Sure I can. Some sort of news?"
"You could call it that"
"I got you" Sergio looked away from his friend, frowning as he looked around the loud dressing room.
But all he had to do was clear his throat for them all to quiet down in seconds, and focus their entire attention to their captain.
"Luka has something to tell us, pay attention" His voice was strong and commanding, it was no wonder he was made the captain with the way he was.
Luka sent him a grateful look before looking to his team, who were now entirely focused on him.
"I just wanted to say.." he smiled, but this time it was different.
It looked dangerous. It looked ready for blood.
It looked unlike Luka.
"That I'll be assisting everyone today. I'm counting on you to land every goal into the net. Those who don't it isn't an issue, but I'll be assisting you again till you do."
He looked at Cristiano who looked confused "I'm counting on you to score especially. Okay?"
Cris blinked but nodded his head.
"Okay good" Luka neatly folded his hands behind his back. It would seem innocent and sweet if it wasn't for the fact the dark glint in his eyes didn't seem so.. dark. "Don't let me down, please."
They didn’t think Luka was serious, which will be a mistake.
—
4 in the first half and 4 in the second half
Sorry, you must not have heard right.
8-0. In the ENTIRE match. Luka had kept true to his word and assisted EIGHT TIMES and Karim, Cristiano, Morata and even Ramos and Pepe had scored. With Cris, Morata and Karim both being assisted twice. But they really didn't do much besides shoot the ball into the net, because Luka did the important and tough work. He was like a bullet, flying through the field, taking the ball and passing it left and right. Nothing was a problem to the tiny Croat in that match.
Everyone walked into the dressing room in pure silence, staring wide eyed at the ground and in so much disbelief in what had happened in the last one and a half hour.
Sure, adrenaline was coursing through their veins, but it didn't help them because the shock was just THAT great. Luka walked in last, after everyone else who seemed out of it, a small smile on his lips. He was very satisfied with what had happened, very clearly.
He had done what he said he would.
They all sat down at the benches, where their places were, and they sat quiet, except for Luka who didn't focus on the tense and quiet air around him. He just went to his locker and got ready, dressing up and putting his stuff away..
None of his teammates could believe how calm and carefree he seemed. Like he didn't just use every single move he could, like he didn't fight for the ball, like he didn't sweat BLOOD so his friends' could just push the ball into the back of the net.
No one spoke, no one really made a sound either..
Till there was the sound of someone clearing their throat and a gentle click of the door closing.
That's when they all looked up and towards the door. Only to spot Zidane, who himself, seemed shocked, but also extremely proud of their- well.. Luka's game.
They didn't take it seriously in all honesty, it was just a little match, sure they might need points considering they are quite a few behind Barcelona but no one treated it like some big match. It was kind of like a match they just decided to play to get out of the house.
But Luka.. Luka didn’t see it like that.
This was no innocent match for the tiny Croat.
“Luka”
The Croat looked up from his bag, towards his coach, with a happy smile on his lips. “Yeah, coach?”
“What..” Zidane sighed, shaking his head, “I won’t ask. You did extremely well today- I don’t know what forced this.. motivation into you but in all honesty keep it up” he told Luka, “And if you don’t mind I’d like you to join me at the press conference, I believe people would like to hear your statement on this.”
“Of course” Luka shrugged, “I’d love to”
Zidane stared at Luka for a bit more.. And then walked over, still pretty shocked.
Then all hell broke loose
“Luka, what the fuck was that?” Sergio asked. He seemed so out of it, which wasn’t the usual for their captain but no one could blame him.
“What was what?” Luka asked, “I told you what I’d do”
“Yeah but we didn’t.. think you were SERIOUS.” Cristiano told him, “We thought you were joking”
“I wasn’t” Luka shrugged, closing up his bag, “I said what I said and I did as I said, we won 8-0 and even managed to make the coach cry” the Croat looked to his teammates, the terrifying smile back on his lips yet again, “This is just what happens when you don’t know what ‘no’ means.”
…..
“What?” Marcelo asked, “What do you- Luka what do you mean?”
But Luka was already leaving.
However Sergio and Cristiano knew what the other meant very well.
—-
(Private message between Lukita and Luis <3)
5th of january 2017
9 pm
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Luis <3: My love
Luis <3:What was that?
Lukita: My revenge
Lukita: Why? Don’t you like it?
Luis
<3: Luka
Luis <3: I’m coming to Madrid tomorrow
Lukita: Oh
Lukita: Are you actually mad? I’m sorry
Luis <3: I’m not mad. I could never be mad at you.
Luis <3: I’m not coming because I’m upset, I’m coming for another reason, my beautiful strong and smart lover
Lukita: oh!
Luis <3 sent a picture
Lukita: Oh 😳 that’s why
Luis <3: Be prepared
Luis <3: I love you so fucking much
Lukita: I love you too, carino..