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Luca followed behind Nikolaus in the locker room, carrying the football player's bag. The rest of the team saw the two and rolled their eyes in annoyance.
"Ugh, why does Luca always follow Nikolaus around?" One of the team members said. "He's always just sucking up to him. And Nikolaus never treated him well, he never treated anyone well."
Luca listened but never reacted or paid any attention to that conversations. Nikolaus, on the other hand...
Nikolaus smirked as he heard the other player make an insulting remark towards his so-called 'ball passer'.
"That's because he knows I'm better than all of you." He said arrogantly.
Luca continued to stand quietly beside him, his smile turning slightly like a little bitch.
The team exchanged glances; one snorted, muttering "Pathetic." under their breath while another kicked at Luca’s shoe deliberately—testing how far they could push him without breaking his quiet devotion to Nikolaus.
Nikolaus watched them all with lazy amusement before clicking his tongue and turning away dismissively as if bored by their antics now... though there was something calculating in the way he glanced back at Luca one last time before walking off entirely, leaving only silence behind him where mockery once hung heavy in air between teammates.
Luca followed him quietly, then decided to ask in his own excited way. "Niko, did you like the passes I gave you in that game?" He used the familiar nickname.
"Tch. Of course I did, I managed to score three goals today"
Nikolaus turned to look at Luca with a slightly annoyed look, as if even that small question was an inconvenience.
"Your passes were exactly how I wanted them. That's all."
The team members nearby continued to watch the two without hiding their disdain, muttering amongst themselves once more about what the hell these two are having.
Luca's eyes lit up with an eager and naive innocence. It was clear he was taking Nikolaus' statement as a small compliment, a rare moment of appreciation from the star player. He gave a small nod and smiled slightly.
"I'm glad I could help you," Luca said softly, his voice carrying a hint of genuine belief in his usefulness to Nikolaus.
The team members, still standing behind, watched this interaction on the corridor with varying expressions of disgust and disbelief. Their muttered comments grew louder:
"He actually thanks him for it."
"He's delusional."
"No, he's gay..."
Everyone agreed.
The two then walked away and headed for the stadium exit, toward a car.
Nikolaus didn’t even glance back as he threw the words over his shoulder like an order:
"Get in."
The private car door was already open, waiting. Luca scrambled to obey without question, nearly tripping over his own feet in haste. Inside, Nikolaus lounged against leather seats before finally flicking a cold stare toward Luca who still hovered near him... Luca looked at him, his eyes shining with the stare. "Want to say something, Niko?" he asked as the car drove away.
Nikolaus raised an eyebrow at the question. He looked Luca over, as if contemplating whether it was worth responding at all. Finally, he spoke up, his voice dripping with casual superiority.
"Yes, I have something to say."
He leaned back into the plush seat, a small smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.
"Suck me, like everyone says."
Luca's eyes widened slightly, "Here? Now?" He looked at the front of the car where it was closed. It wasn't the first time Nikolaus had asked him for something like that.
Nikolaus gave a small, smug chuckle, clearly amused by Luca's surprise.
"Yeah, here and now. What, shy all of a sudden? You usually love doing everything I ask, no matter what."
He spread his legs casually, making the intention clear. The smirk on his face grew wider as he eyed Luca expectantly.
Luca smiled contentedly and gave him a sweet blowjob until they reached their destination.
"We've arrived." He whispered with that loving eyes.
Nikolaus, leaning back against the seat with a satisfied expression, chuckled softly as Luca withdrew. He fixed his clothes with a casual flick of the wrist, the satisfied smirk still playing on his face.
"Tch, you're so easy, Luca. You really have no dignity..."
The car came to a stop, and the driver came around to open the door. Nikolaus stepped out, his smirk still firmly in place as he waited for Luca to follow.
Luca wiped his mouth with his hand and followed Nikolaus, carrying his things. They entered Nikolaus's palace and then went to eat; Nikolaus never ate alone because Luca was always there. The lavish surroundings were nothing new to Luca as he spent more time here than at his own home.
Nikolaus took a seat at the head of the table, naturally expecting Luca to serve him as usual. The entire staff knew the routine, Luca was always the one taking care of Nikolaus' needs, whether it was meals or anything else. Nikolaus watched as Luca began preparing his meal, a small smirk on his face. "You know what I like."
Luca smiled, then sat down and ate.
"I really enjoy seeing everything you've accomplished, Niko." He said after a while.
"Of course you do," Nikolaus replied nonchalantly, a hint of arrogance in his tone. "I'm the best, after all. Why wouldn't you enjoy seeing my success?" He took a bite of his meal, his gaze fixed on Luca. "You should be grateful you even get to witness it. Most people would kill to be in your position. You get to serve me, the great Nikolaus..."
"Exactly. I do feel lucky and proud of you... This reminds me of the beginning—" Luca began to say, but Nikolaus cut him off abruptly.
"Don't talk about the past," Nikolaus said coldly, his tone leaving no room for argument. The shift in his mood was immediate, his face darkening at the mere mention of 'the beginning'. His gaze became icy and distant, a clear warning to Luca to drop the topic.
The past hurt Nikolaus. He always felt hatred for how he was an abandoned boy with no future, starving and destined to die in a ditch, a dreamy boy full of pride and ambitions. He had Luca by his side, who was also homeless. They played soccer all day long with a ball made of socks.The image of their former selves, playing football without a care in the world, flickered through both of their minds. Luca's eyes softened with a mixture of fondness and regret.
Nikolaus, however, shook off the memories with a scoff. "We're past that now. I'm a star athlete, rich and famous, and you..." His eyes flicked to Luca. "... you're my servant"
Luca was used to Nikolaus' harsh words by now, but they still stung. His shoulders sagged slightly, the weight of Nikolaus' dismissal evident in his expression. He knew better than to argue or voice his emotions, he was simply here to serve, to follow along in Nikolaus' empire.
"Yes, Niko," he said quietly.
Nikolaus watched him, noting the slight slump in Luca's shoulders. A small part of him almost felt a pang of guilt, but he quickly pushed it aside. He was the one in command, and he wouldn't let emotions get in the way.
"Good. You know your place," he said firmly, his tone cold and dismissive.
The meal continued in silence, the air around them heavy with the weight of their roles; Nikolaus, the emperor, and Luca, the devoted but disregarded pawn.
Later Luca packed his things and then left in Nikolaus's private car to his home. He always said goodbye with a sweet smile.
As the car drove off, Nikolaus watched through the window. The sight of Luca's smile made him feel... something. But he quickly shook it off, dismissing it as nothing. After all, Luca was just his childhood friend, someone who followed his every command. Nothing more.
Nikolaus turned away from the window, refusing to acknowledge the small flicker of guilt that tugged at his heart. He had no room for weakness or sentimentality. He was at the top, and he would stay there.
In the next day Luca arrived bright and early at Nikolaus' home, ready to begin their training routine as usual. As he entered the training area, he found Nikolaus already there, going through his warm-up exercises with a serious and focused expression.
"Luca, you're here," Nikolaus said simply, not bothering to turn and greet him properly. "Get ready. We're going to push it extra hard today."
"Extra hard?" Luca asked genuinely, already getting ready.
Nikolaus turned to look at him, his lips curling into a sharp smirk. "Yeah. Extra hard." He stepped closer, deliberately invading Luca’s space, close enough that the younger man had to tilt his head up slightly just to meet his gaze properly. "You think you can keep up with me? Or are you going soft on me?" His tone was mocking, testing... waiting for Luca's reaction like it was some kind of game he enjoyed playing too much lately...
Those words always affected Luca. The possibility that he could no longer play with Nikolaus was torturous for him. He made a determined face:
"I can, and I will. To hell with science or anthologies, I will perform magic passes from zero to absolute."
Nikolaus smirked, a slight flicker of satisfaction crossing his eyes as he took in Luca's determined expression. "Tch, we'll see about that." He turned away, walking towards the training equipment. "Let's start with something challenging. I expect you to keep up."
The training routine began, and Nikolaus pushed himself harder than usual, his competitive nature coming to the surface. Every so often, he glanced at Luca, assessing his progress with a critical eye.
Luca's training consisted of controlling the ball and passing it perfectly to Nikolaus. Having to rush quite a bit for that.
And Luca was fuckin good at this.
As they trained, it became increasingly clear that Luca was exceptional at what he did. His ball control and passes were precise and nearly flawless. It was magical. Nikolaus, despite his earlier dismissal, couldn't help but be impressed. He tried to hide it, keeping a stoic expression on his face, but his eyes betrayed his true feelings. His competitive spirit, however, wouldn't allow him to openly compliment Luca just yet.
"Not bad," he said, his voice still maintaining its usual coolness. "You're keeping up... for now."
Luca jumped for joy, genuine happiness. "Yey! This way we can win the league!"
Nikolaus rolled his eyes at Luca's excitement, but there was a small, almost imperceptible smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Don't get ahead of yourself," he said, trying to maintain his usual detached demeanor. "Just because you're doing well today doesn't mean everything's guaranteed. We have to keep working hard to win the league." Despite his words, there was a hint of grudging approval in his tone.
After their intense training, Nikolaus and Luca retreated to the hot tub, their muscles feeling sore in need of relaxation. They stripped down and immersed themselves in the steaming water, the heat easing their tired bodies.
Nikolaus leaned back against the edge of the tub, closing his eyes as he let out a satisfied sigh. "This feels good." He glanced over at Luca, his gaze lingering for a moment before he spoke again. "You did well today. I suppose I should give credit where it's due."
Lucas was silent for a while in the tub, then mustered the courage to ask: "Niko, you're not going to pay any prostitutes today, are you?"
The question caught Nikolaus off guard, his eyes snapping open as he looked at Luca, surprise mixed with just a tinge of annoyance.
"That's none of your business," he snapped, his voice carrying a hint of defensiveness. He sat up a bit in the hot tub, giving Luca a glare, trying to cover up his inner discomfort. "Why the hell are you asking?"
"I wanted to sleep with you tonight," Lucas suggested, siting up in the tub as well.
They've done this before. But now Nikolaus usually has others in his bed. Besides occasionally fucking Luca every now and then.
The suggestion hung heavy in the air, causing a moment of silence to settle over them. Nikolaus stared at Luca for a moment, his eyes unreadable. The memory of their history together clearly wasn't lost on either of them. He sighed, a mixture of irritation and resignation crossing his face. "You really can't help yourself, can you?"
His voice carried a hint of naughty... and yet, there was something else lingering beneath the surface. A hint of hesitation, as if a part of him still yearned for that closeness they once shared. "Alright, You're sleeping here tonight. Just because you did well in practice."
They stepped out of the hot tub and wrapped towels around their waists, heading up the stairs to Nikolaus' bedroom. As they entered the dimly lit room, the familiar setting brought back memories. Nikolaus sat down on the edge of the bed, his eyes roaming over Luca's small figure. He didn't say anything, but his gaze was intense as he motioned for Luca to come closer. Luca sat down and looked at Nikolaus in a reverent way. He had a level of appreciation for him that no one else did.
And this aroused Nikolaus's pride.
"Good boy," Nikolaus said with a smug smirk, leaning back against the headboard of the bed. He patted the space next to him. "Come here. Let's work"
Luca obeyed without hesitation, crawling over to lay next to him. Running a hand over his chest. Nikolaus wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him closer, their bodies pressed together. His gaze roamed over Luca's body, taking in every detail.
"You really are desperate for my attention, aren't you?" He said, his tone slightly mocking but with an underlying hint of appreciation.
"Yes, I am." Lucas whispered, his eye shining with reverence.
They then had sex, actually it was just Nikolaus topping Luca. And Luca loved it. The intimate moment between them was a reminder of their intense connection.
Nikolaus took total charge, his movements firm and confident as he dominated Luca roughly.
Afterward, they lay together, their breathing ragged. Lucas was gasping for air. Nikolaus had been particularly rough, pushing Luca beyond his limits.
Nikolaus smirked, watching the way Luca was exhausted. "What? You liked it when I called you a slut then too." His voice dripped with condescension as he leaned in closer. "You begged for me to ruin you that night, don’t act like you forgot now."
"Yeah it's true, thanks" Luca whispered. Looking satisfied.
Nikolaus let out a low, mocking chuckle at Luca's admission. "Pathetic," he muttered, though there was no real bite to it this time, just something almost like satisfaction. He reached over and roughly tousled Luca’s hair before turning away with a scoff. "Get some sleep." His tone was dismissive again... but the way his fingers lingered against Luca’s skin for half a second too long betrayed him entirely.