Title :  Understanding feelings.

Pairing :  Cristiano Ronaldo/Ricardo Kakà ; Cristiano Ronaldo/Fabio Coentrao
Rating : PG-13.
Summary :  Real Madrid played tomorrow in Moscou so their sleeping in an hotel. Cristiano and Fabio are sharing a room.
A/N : Survis Alyssa, s’il-te-plait. J’espère que le réanimateur et ton fantôme sont prêts (a)

Cristiano was on his portable, giving a look to Fabio who was sleeping every minute. Suddenly someone enter in their room. The striker immediatly turn on the lamp of his bedside table and became able to recognize who was presently in front of the door of his room.

- Ricardo ? What the fuck are you doing here ? And how did you do ?

- Fabio gave me the code of your room when I asked it to him earlier.

- He did that ?

- Apparently yeah. I don’t rape the door of your room.

- Right.

The number seven of el Real Madrid stay seated on his bed while the brazilian midfielder land against a wall of the room and put his eyes on Fabio.

- He’s your new toy, right ?

- What ?

- Oh don’t begin, you exactly know what I mean.

- Ricky.

Calling him by his surname while they were beginning to have an argument, typically Cristiano. Because even if he was doing like if he wasn’t understanding what the brazilian was talking about but he perfectly knew.

- You can’t stop in fact… Drag up with everybody.

- I don’t past my time to do it. It’s just my way of being… And after all, it’s not my fault if you kinda felt in my nets.

- You’re calling it like that ? I felt in your nets ? I love your definition of our relationship, really.

Cristiano jump on his feet and rejoined Ricardo who was still leaning against one wall of the room. They had exactly the same height. The two footballers were fixing each other eyes. The striker was smiling. It was purely a game for him. In the side of Ricardo, it was something more complicated. The brown eyes of the portuguese was like the ocean, pleasant but also dangerous if you weren’t careful.

- Please Ric’, don’t dare say me that you didn’t play the game with me. And don’t even try to affirm me that you didn’t love it. That would be the worst lie you could ever say in your life. 

- You know what is upsetting me the most ? The fact that you’re talking about the past. I don’t care about how our relation came to this state. I assume all the things I could have said or done, that’s not the point.

Cristiano stared at his friend during ten seconds. Their lips were separated by twenty centimeters. He broke the distance. A kiss, pasionate and a bit violent. The portuguese could feel the anger in the answer of the midfielder.

- It’s not because I’m talking in the past that I can’t talk in the future or in the present…

- It’s been two weeks. From our last kiss. Exactly fourteen fucking days. Fourteen days where you where acting like if we were just friends. Like if there was just an amity between us. Maybe I was wrong, maybe it was the case…

- Maybe there is too many questions in your brain. Don’t you think ?

- I can’t be ok when I know I’m not the only one in your mind, that’s all.

He puts his regard on Fabio who was still sleeping, one hand out of the bed. Cristiano takes the speech.

- He always do that. That’s cute.

- He looks like a monkey actualy.

- A bit yeah, but that’s adorable.

- I’m not gonna make a comment.

- Oh come on Ric’, you all have something when you’re sleeping. Fabio have his arm out of the bed and you, you can’t stop move. That’s kinda annoying sometimes but

- I never said anything.

- Oh yeah, I forgot you slept with half of the squad.

- Irony sounds worst from your mouth, you should stop.

Suddenly, both footballers were surprised by the voice of Fabio.

- Hey Ricardo, that’s nice to see you but tonight it’s my turn to have Cristiano, right ?

Cristiano bites his bottom lip in order to retain his laugh. The way Fabio could turn his sentences was so unsual sometimes that it made situations like this one. And what was the most funny thing was the fact that the portuguese perfectly knew the double meaning of his words.

- Ric’ I can accompany you until your room if you want.

The brazilian didn’t answer immediatly, he sighs and looked Fabio.

- Good night Fabio, I hope you will enjoy.

His voice was filled by hide-anger, irony and calm. Not what the defender and the striker madridistas used to heard from him. Cristiano gave a back regard to Ricardo and a smile to Fabio.

Cristiano catched a jean, put it and opened the door of the room and leave it, followed by the brazilian. They reach the latest’s room in silence. Ricardo opens the door d returns to face at Cristiano.

- He catch you Cris. Even if you’re not aware of it, you felt in his nets. I said it to you that your taste of the game was gonna lose you. But after all, it’s understandable. He’s fun, cute, nice, young… I’m not in his mind so I’m not sure he’s consious of the sway he has on you but you soon or later, you will have to deal with it. Maybe tonight, who know ? Anyway we’ll talk later. We’re amazing on the pitch together and I don’t want to broke this but I need some times without you. Good night.

He gave a last look to his ex-lover and then, went back in his room, leaving the striker alone in the corridor. The portuguese needed a moment to regain his mind but he finally decided to return in his room. The light was extinct. He take off his pants and lay down on his own bed. One minute later, Fabio took the speech.

- So ?
- So what ?
- Oh come on, you’re not gonna say me nothing happened ?
- Why do you want that something happened between Ricardo on me ?
- Please Cris… I’m not blind. It’s been two weeks you’re obviously making him jealous with me. Either you want to make him come to you in first or you want him to do the same because you like the competition. From you, both solutions would not surprise me…
- Why are you going so far Fab’ ?
- I don’t understand you.
- When I am close to you. I’m not necesseraly doing it in order to make Ricardo jealous. That’s all I’m saying.

They looked eachother. The defender was distraugh by what he just heard.

- Why did you kiss him ?
- You were awake ? 
- You, you have a problem tonight… The light was lit and you were talking. How could I not wake up ?
- Sorry.
- That’s ok. But you didn’t answer to my question.

The striker was hesitating about if he should turn on the light or not. Having this discussion with Fabio in the dark was kinda disturbing. He decided to not do anything.

- I kissed him because… He was just there and I don’t tought…
- You love him, even if you don’t want to admit it.

Cristiano couldn’t retain a laugh.

- He thinks I love you and you think I love him. Wonderful.
- But you, what do you think ?
- I don’t think anything.
- False. You have feelings you’re not understanding, that’s different.
- What about you ?

Fabio didn’t answer immediatly. When he did it, his voice lost in assurance.

- It’s almost 01:00 AM. We should sleep.
- Fabio, you didn’t answer me.
- You said to Gonzalo that you were gonna mark two goals, you need sleep if you want to assure tomorrow. Good night.

Cristiano sighed and finally decided to fall asleep. Two men who was fighting in his heart didn’t want to talk to him so he was gonna end his night alone with a mind lost between too many feelings.