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!fanfic: And your tears don't fall

Title: And your tears do not fall.
Betareader:

el_defe , whom I thank as always. ♥
Fandom: RPF - AC Fiorentina Characters: Artur Boruc , Sébastien Frey Rating: VM16. Warning: Angst, Slash
Disclaimer: This fanfiction is not for profit. You do not want to offend or be prejudicial against real people described. Nothing told in this fanfiction has really happened but it is fictional, so do not pretend to give a truthful picture of events or personalities.
Word Count: 751w. (

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Notes: @ P0rn fest fanfic_italia , Artur Boruc / Sébastien Frey, "This is my team. I'll leave you, trattamela good. "
AND YOUR TEARS DO NOT FALL It's hot in the summer in Florence. Artur knows - obviously knows, there arrived a year ago in a very hot and stifling in August - but he can not help but marvel once again, in June of that hot on the skin even after yet another shower, even now that is in the balcony wearing only underwear and an unlit cigarette between his lips, undecided whether to turn it on or not. Sébastien joined him after a moment, sighing. "Do not say anything." Blurts the Pole, after a moment, lighting it and taking a long drag. "I do not want to hear." Sébastien looks up at the sky and pulls the cigarette from his lips, letting it fall from balcony before Artur will be able to take it back, she turns toward him, ignoring the gaze murderess who receives in response. "You ruin your health." Mumbles, growls, and Arthur, disappointed. "And moreover, is not killing the lungs that will solve the problem, then stop immediately." Artur
mumbles something in English, Sébastien inexperienced ear, it sounds awfully like a tirade against men who want to make the mothers at the wrong times and the fact that he did not exceed thirty years to get to the same classes of health was given him to school - especially since he smokes only at times when it absolutely needs to think, then it could also break Sébastien minus the balls and leave him alone.
I do not know, Seba. "Murmured after a while ', and the Frenchman smiled, indulgently. "I mean, if I did not have to be reliable -» "Oh, please." Sébastien laughs softly and sits down beside her. Make it possible for light up another cigarette and takes a shot of this too, enjoyed the smoke blowing in the hot and humid afternoon. "You made me a promise." "I do not I have promised nothing."

Sébastien smiles and pulls a cigarette from his lips, staring for a moment before you kiss. "Liar."

"What?" Artur opens the eyes, recoiling of few steps with surprise. Sébastien it remains calm, almost smiling, and leans toward him. "What do you mean you're leaving?"
"This is my team." Ride the French, dropping his gloves in his hand - gently caressing the name Artur Frey ricamatoci up, and it seems that this transfer takes only real moment. "Do you leave, trattamela well."


Artur pants, when the caress of the cold water down his back overlaps the lip of Sébastien very hot, dating back to his tattoo on neck - Sébastien laughed, the first time I saw him, and said something in Italian with Vlada that sounded like "
I've always had a lover without knowing it?
and Artur, at that very moment, here, at that moment, fell in love with him and his laughter - and they trace the outline for the millionth time, tracing the curve of S and then slipping the shape of his jaw with a calm of its own, one that has always been that by Artur knows, the one with which he approached his arrival, the accident, the long and difficult rehabilitation, more and more insistent voices of his transfer, his

transfer. It's just another detail that Artur love, and wonders how can he do without it in a not too distant future, as it is only a matter of days, probably before it Sebastien is forced to leave.
"Seba -" calls, with a sigh, and his back pressed against the tap is cold and the walk-in shower is too small for both and Sebastien is too tight against him, feeling his warm chest that sticks while his French extends to kiss him.
"I know." Sébastien ride up and moves her hips against his, hands firmly on his shoulders and his mouth pressed against her, while Artur groans and goes to meet him, after a moment, hiding her face against his chest because yes , OK and the shower water on your face, but does not want to risk Sébastien see him cry. Sébastien kisses again, forcing him to lift the face and see that he has red eyes, and when he speaks he does so with a hoarse voice tinged with sadness that slides the shivers down the spine of the Polish. "Neither do I want to leave."

"Artur?"
The voice of Sebastian the levy, and yes he had not even noticed tears with his star tight gloves in his hands. "Promise me you'll grow a beard."