Title: Late Night Meetings
Author: stylistixs/pints
Fandom: rps footie slash: italian national team
Characters: cristian zaccardo/marco materazzi
Prompt: --
Word Count: 2952
Summary: this one also takes place during the wc.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Don’t own, don’t sue. All a matter of fiction.
Author's Notes: comment pr0n between me and megan. i wanted a rough matrix with zacca. she complied. i edited just slightly from the original version to make it flow better. and there shouldn't be any mistakes, but if you catch any, comment and i'll fix. and you know, comments make us both happy!



Cristian tipsily made his way down the dimly lit hall, using his hands and arms to balance himself. He had been drinking with a few of the others, enjoying their run at the cup, and managed to get himself quite tipsy. He took his steps cautiously, placing one foot down solidly on the floor before lifting the other one behind him; he didn't dare take a chance in falling.

There was no one there to pick him up.

He continued giggling to himself, a drunken smile plastered on his face as he finally made his way to his room door. Confidently, he fumbled with his key card before managing to slid it through the lock, getting a continuous red light. Grumbling, as he needed to use the bathroom badly, he tried to turn the handle of the locked door, without result. After several minutes, he resigned himself to kicking the door, his smile returning once the door finally creaked open.

However, rather than being granted a clean access into the room, he walked straight into the chest of Marco Materazzi, who stared down at him with a slight grin on his face, "You alright there, Cristian?

He wiped at his eyes, and looked around Matrix and into the hotel room, "I really need to piss."

"Riiight. I think you need a little more than a toilet. And I'm not the place to get it. You look too wasted to stand."

"I'm NOT! I just need to PISS!"

Marco rolled his eyes, "Fine. But you're not going to fucking pass out on my floor, are you?"

Cristian shook his head, shifting from one foot to another.

"No, no I swear. Just need to piss. I only had this many,” he said, holding up four fingers on his hand.

Marco cocked his head to the side. "And how many is that?"

Cristian concentrated, "Six..uh, wait, no, yes, six!"

"Fuck..."

"NO! I just need to pee..."

Marco nodded, and dramatically headed back for the bed, "Trust me, I know. Go piss. I don't care! But you vomit, I'm making you clean it up. AND you'll give me a key to your room, so I can sleep somewhere that doesn't reek of your insides."

"Pee doesn't smell that bad."

"Heaven help me...Do I need to call Canna to come get you?"

"Fuck you Marco. And this is my room. What the fuck are you doing here anyways?" He leaned against the wall, the effects of the alcohol strengthening with every sharp and sudden movement.

"Firstly, kid, you wish. Secondly, this is my room. I’m the one that opened the door to see what the hell was going on on the other side. Fucking kicking my door. And you're not drunk. Can’t even remember what room you're in."

Cristian looked around the room and noticed a distinct absence of his items, "Why'd I..."

"I have no idea. I just know I was expecting someone and he didn't come, so God chose, in his infinite wisdom to send me.... you!"

Cristian slouched down against the wall, "This really isn't my room?"

"No."

Cristian groaned deep in his throat, "I'm hungry."

"Fuck, man! I thought you had to piss!"

Again, he could little more than grunt, "I don't know."

"Alright kid, lets get you up and on the bed. Fabio will kill me if anything happens to you newbs." Cristian nodded and let himself be partially supported by Marco to the bed, sitting himself down. He nodded a thank you as Matrix stood before him.

"Who were you waiting for?"

Marco shrugged the question off, and helped Cristian out of his shirt, "It doesn't matter. He's not coming."

Cristian shivered, "It's really cold in here."

"Get under the covers. I'll be back over in a minute. I'm going to call Canna and tell him you're here, just in case..."

"WAIT! You're going to sleep with me?"

"That's the plan. There's only one bed and it just happens to be mine. I don't mind sharing, just don't take all the covers."

Marco left the room and Cristian grumbled, but was grateful for the attention. He did as he was told, pulling the blankets back before getting under them quickly, not enjoying the cold air on his chest. He sighed loudly in content as his head hit the pillow.

It was several minutes before the door opened and closed again, Marco returning to the room and toeing off his shoes before walking to the bed.

"Making yourself comfortable?"

Cristian grinned and nodded before answering "Mhm, but my jeans feel odd."

Marco shrugged, "Take them off."

Cristian watched as the other man stripped to his blue and black boxers, before walking over to the lamp to turn it off. He waited until Marco was turned away, and the lights were out to slip his jeans off and throw them to the floor. And then, Marco was in the bed. He was facing the opposite way, but his thick presence was still painfully obvious to Cristian who wasn't used to be into such close quarters to a man who he held such high opinion of. He watched Marco from the corner of his eye, those famous angel wings somehow luminous, even in the dark.

"Why is it so cold in here?"

"I turned down the thermostat."

"Why?"

Marco sighed, "I was expecting to do something that would make it really, really hot in here. I wanted to be prepared."

"I'm sorry I ruined your night, Marco."

"You didn't."

They fell silent for a second, Cristian listening to every breath from the other man, hoping to find that, soon, the cool and familiar rhythm of sleep would overtake one or both of them. But the cold air and the thin sheets eventually became too much.

"I'm cold."

Marco sighed again. There was no frustration or anger. It was more of a complacent sigh, the one that told Cristian he would be okay. Marco turned around and threw a clumsy arm around Cristian's middle and pulled him close against his chest, until Marco was easily spooning him. Marco's lips brushed Cristian's ear as he whispered, "Better?"

And strangely enough it was. Cristian cuddled into the Inter man and nodded. He'd only begun to fall asleep when he suddenly felt a heat from Materazzi he hadn't been expecting. All the pent-up desire from Marco's failed date earlier coming up in one moment at the feel of a hard body against him.

"I'm sorry, Cristian. I just..." Marco started to say as he pulled away and started to get out of the bed.

"Marco..." Cristian said back, "Don't go."

"Cristian, I.."

"No." Cristian turned his head slightly, meeting Marco’s eyes. He closed his, stretching and exposing his neck to the man before him.

"It’s the alcohol talking," Marco said, as he brushed his fingertips over the soft skin, trailing up to Cristian’s chin.

"I haven't drunk that much. I’m also not as, well, innocent and inexperienced, as you all make me out to be."

Marco ran his hand down Cristian jaw line, "But you don't want me."

"Said who?"

Marco let out a long breath, and closed his eyes.

"Marco, I don't NOT want this."

The other man opened his eyes again and took a second before nodding slowly and leaning over to press a kiss straight to Cristian's waiting lips.

Cristian felt the pressure as Marco’s lips came down, felt the kiss start off tentatively, felt hands become brave and wander over exposed skin. He shifted, turning over to face Marco, who was still on his side, hands threading themselves into short hair while another pair threaded into his.

The kiss deepened, both bodies moving faster and rushed as time passed, tongues licking at lips and teeth biting at tongues. Marco growled, rolling himself over Cristian’s body, pushing the latter flat on his back on the bed. With one hand still in the long dark hair, Marco broke the kiss, giving them both a chance to breath.

"Cristian, I’m not in the mood to be gentle."

Cristian nodded, closing his eyes as he breathed in deeply. "Neither am I."

Marco smiled with an almost devilish enthusiasm and began to slowly move down Cristian's body, pausing to suck the other man's nipples to a ridiculous tenderness. All the while, Marco rolled his hips expertly over Cristian's, bringing the younger man to a full and painful erection. He gripped at Marco's back, pushing them harder together.

"Those. Off." Marco said as he came up for air, waving dismissively at the boxer shorts Cristian still wore. Marco sat up enough to slip off his own, practically waving his hardness in Cristian's face.

Cristian licked his lips, attempting to recover from the assault on his nipples as he stared at Marco’s length. He sat up, reaching his arms forward to grasp the hips before him, before running his palm around the hardening muscle. He licked his lips again, moistening them, before blowing slightly on the head, watching Marco shiver.

Marco threaded his hands once more in Cristian’s hair, gripping tight as a hot tongue came out tentatively to lick the tip before returning. Cristian did this several times before he stopped completely, releasing his grip on the hips and pulling his boxers off. Marco, still kneeling on the bed, did not let go of his hair. He tugged hard when Cristian just smirked, making no movement to finish what he had begun.

"Slut, put your mouth on my cock again."

Cristian shook his head before responding. "Make me."

Marco grinned, pulling hard, making the boy's head snap up, eyes meeting. "Oh, I fucking will."

Marco held Cristian's head completely still, as he took his own cock in his hand and ran the head along the curve of Cristian's lips. The other man didn't move, didn't open his mouth at all, making Marco red with frustration, "Open. You've such a pretty mouth."

Cristian tried to shake his head again, and started to smile.

"What the fuck are you smiling about?" Marco exclaimed, pressing his head harder against the other man's closed lips, "Take it!"

Finally, Cristian opened his mouth just enough to admit the head, which he raked hard with his teeth, pulling a harsh hiss from Marco, "What was that?!"

Cristian responded by doing it again, this time letting him in just a little more. But Marco had never been patient. Using his hold on Cristian's head to his advantage, he pulled him back and pushed his cock in further and began to roll his hips.

Cristian choked as it was forced harshly down his throat, but was able to control himself. He began a pace to match Marco’s thrusts, pulling himself up on his knees to get in closer. The hands in his hair never relented their pull, forcing him back on whenever he removed his mouth too much to get a breath of air.

Marco, eyes closed and mouth open, pulled his cock away, wiping the saliva and pre-cum along Cristian’s cheek. He stood up, forcing Cristian to rise on his knees as his head was pulled.

"You have such a hot, pretty mouth. Too bad you need to be punished for using your teeth." Marco’s eyed flashed deviously and a flash of fear was visible in Cristian’s face.

"Wha, what?"

Marco yanked hard on Cristian's hair, exposing his neck completely to Marco's eager mouth. The pain was nothing compared to the amazing feel of Marco's hot tongue running against his neck, Marco's teeth biting into the tender skin and making him shake a little. He ached for some kind of release and tried to move his hips in a way that would bring attention to his own straining erection, but Marco would hear none of it.

"You think you deserve something after that shit you pulled... maybe someone should have warned you, Cristian. Pretty boys who come to my room drunk don't leave without something to show for it."

Cristian groaned, as Marco ran a cold finger up the underside of his cock. He wanted more, but didn't dare say a word, lest Marco decide not to help him out at all. He felt the next pull coming before it happened, Marco pushing him roughly off the bed and into a vaguely bent position, giving the defender more than ample access to a different hole.

Cristian moaned at the slight friction caused by the push, and tried to move his hips to get more, but Marco would have none of that.

"Don’t move Cristian, or I swear, I will make you hurt like you've never before."

He stilled immediately, letting his head hang down, his hair falling around his face, blocking his view. He heard soft footsteps as Marco went around his business, grabbing the supplies he would need for their encounter. Cristian’s arms began to shake under the weight and the alcohol. His mind starts to wander, all the possibilities, knowing he had gotten off at the wrong floor, knowing exactly who's door he was trying to open, knowing that Marco had been waiting for someone.

"My, what a pretty sight we have here." Marco's voice interrupted his thoughts and Cristian snapped back to attention, feeling a hand move over his back and then lower, fingers massaging his cheeks, pulling them apart. He felt fingers move over his opening, bucking into the touch. Marco held the hips in place, pressing his thumb lightly into it. "C'mon slut, beg for it."

Cristian bit his tongue; he wanted it, but it wasn't about to give Marco the satisfaction of owning him.

"Fine...you don't want to admit that you want me? I'll just take care of that!" Marco said, as he removed his thumb and spit into his hands, rubbing it over his erection and posing his head at Cristian's opening, "One more chance to walk in the morning."

Cristian closed his eyes and thought about how angry everyone would be if he were bedridden the next day because of this. Finally, just as he felt Marco's body begin to more, he whispered, "Please, Marco..."

Marco hesitated, and leaned over Cristian, his cock rubbing gently against the small of the other man's back, "What was that?"

A little louder, "Please! I want... Please, just..."

Marco let out a small laugh, "You don't like to hurt, Cristian?"

Cristian nodded into the sheets, "Just please, Marco. Don't..."

"Alright then, I'll go... slow."

Then he pushed himself in. It didn't take more than a second for Cristian to regret not playing more to Marco's wants. After all, it didn't matter how slow Marco went. The Inter man had neglected to prep Cristian at all...

His jaw clenched tight as Marco pushed harder into him.

He groaned loudly, body and muscles still trying to adjust to the intruder. He felt his back and lower body tensing up and coaxed himself to relax. Cristian felt his elbows buckle under the weight and pressure, resting his face on the carpeted floor, his ass angled upwards.

Marco started slowly, enjoying the heat surrounding him, making sure to ease up on the kid to keep him from being too sore to play, and to keep Fabio away too. He hoisted Cristian’s hips upward, bucking his hips in motion to the way he positioned Cristian’s, feeling the defender loosen around him.

Cristian began to moan, the pleasure creeping its way back, as well as the friction against his erection pinned down between him and the carpet. He worked one hand down, grasping hard and moving his hand in time with the thrusts. Cristian moved his hips faster, wanting more, wishing Marco would move faster, deeper, not caring that he'd be sore, come a few hours. The tension that had been created was driving Cristian mad, and he craved release.

"Tsk, tsk, Cristian. My pace..." Marco said almost breathlessly, as he slowed down, making Cristian moan with need. Marco knew he wasn't going to last much longer, but he was eager to make sure that Cristian came first. He reached around the other man, and took his cock in his hands, pumping in perfect time with his thrusts.

"Marco, I don't... I'm almost..."

Marco shushed him and increased his pace, making Cristian cry out louder than before. He figured that's what finally did him in -- his name on those pretty lips. He came hard, slumping down onto Cristian, not caring that he came first, something he usually denied himself.

Cristian felt the body above and inside him shudder, felt the explosion of liquid, and with a few more jerks, came as well, collapsing onto the floor, knees and body too tired to stay in position. Marco pulled out slowly, rubbing Cristian’s backside before giving it a few hard smacks and kissing the back of his neck.

"You good Cri?"

"Yes..." he whispered, not wanting it to be over, but needing desperately to just lie down. His head was spinning, alcohol mixing with lust. Marco stood up and led him back into the bed, still in total control. He laid Cristian down, back into their original position, Marco spooning the other man, kissing his shoulders and massaging his hips. "Yes..." Cristian whispered again for no reason other to hear to his own, to make sure it was all real.

Cristian started to drift off to sleep, the patterns being played out on his hips comforting him and he cuddled up closer to Marco. He closed his eyes and felt the events of today catch up to him when he heard his name whispered. Too tired to speak, he moaned in acknowledgment.

"I’m glad my other plans fell through."

Oh, Cristian thought, if you only knew the half of it.