TITLE : Hurt
AUTHOR : Sabrina
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PAIRING : Main - Simone Inzaghi/Pippo Inzaghi; Simone /Bobo; Bobo/Pippo
RATING : NC-17
DISCLAIMER : That NEVER happened. I don't know these men and I don't know how they really would react.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: English isn't my first language, so there will be many mistakes in here, but please don't kill me!!
FEEDBACK: would be very nice!

Warm water around me. I love having a bath. I can hear Bobo entering my flat. Eyes closed, I smile. Two minutes and we can start.

Clothes hit the ground, bare feet coming nearer.

"Come in darling." I whisper, keeping my eyes closed. Another body hits the water. Hand are reaching out. I put my heat under his chin. Wanting to hear his heart beat.

"I've missed you." says a familiar voice and I start purring.

"Are you a kitten?" Letting his hands wander, Bobo laughs.

"If you want me to be!" I pull him towards me, hands in his hair, lips on his. I know I 've got an erection. No wonder. His hands are teasing my nipples and his legs are closing around my him.

"Pippo, please..." he moans. I got hold of his shoulders pressing my body against his.

It's early morning now. I am really exhausted. My nipples ache even more than my behind. We played with each other as usual. I love these nights.

"Pippo, I...have to tell you something." Bobo mumbles.

"Where do you want it next time?" I can't stop smiling. Water blue eyes look up. Bobo stands up and gets dressed. I don't understand. What's going on here?

"I...have got someone else." he whispers. I don't know what hit me. I'm just sting there and watching him. He hands me the key back, then without another word he leaves. After he closed the door my reaction starts. Tears, tears flowing down my cheek. I want to run after him, but I know it would be useless. So I cuddle up against a pillow, smelling him.

I've got a three day holiday. I'll spent it with my brother.

Simone is pleased to see me. We haven't talked for ages. Why? Had Bobo become more important to me than my brother?

"Who hurt you?"

"Hurt?"

"You look depressed. Poor you!" Simone takes my hand. I just let go. I throw my arm around his neck, press my head against his chest and start crying. After a while Simone gives me a kiss on the forehead. That's when I look up, directly into his eyes. He looks confused, surprised and...maybe a bit...worried.

I don't know who starts. Suddenly we're kissing. Tongues start moving, shaking hand stroking my cheek.

Then we're on his bed, he totally nude and me only half dressed. Desiring looks out of these dark eyes and I can't resist. I'm not thinking about that I'm going to have sex with my own brother. His legs on my shoulders, I can't stop kissing his chest.

"Have you ever done this before?" I whisper and , surprising for me he nods. He's tight and I need a lot of self-control in order not to hurt him.

Simone enjoys it, and so do I. Sweat running down my chest I lay my head back. Then I explode. Standing still and waiting, I feel his hands on my belly.

"Now it's my turn." my brother pushes me onto his bed. I look up at him. These glittering dark eyes. Why haven't I noticed before.

These thoughts are away as soon as he pushes himself into me. Nearly screaming I feel him moving inside me.

"Yeah...oh!" Nothing more for minutes which seems to be years.

"Have I hurt you?" he whispers in my ear after he finished. His hands are comforting me while his tongue moves in little circles over my chest, coming closer to my nipples but then turning away again. It's a sweet torture. I'm still wondering where he has learned this.

Another explosion and where both bathed.

I cuddle up against him. My arms around his small waist. Marks of my biting and liking on his neck. My fingernails have left marks on his back, too. I kiss him.

"Wake up, little darling." Moaning he opens his eyes.

"Ciao Pippo." We stare at each other. Slowly we're getting the point. Incest. That's what we've done. I try to excuse it with my new loneliness, left by Bobo. But I can't. I wanted my brother. I wanted to feel his lips on mine and I wanted to be bathed in his semen.

He puts a finder on my mouth.

"No need to say anything, broth. Your eyes are clearly telling me." He shakes his head:

" I really love you. I need you. Say I persuaded you." Tears start glittering in his eyes:

"You could even say I raped you...But don't go now." What could I say when he presses his head against my chest. So we stay in bed.

I've gone off in order to think. Too many thoughts are on my mind. Bobo had hurt be badly, but won't that what I'm doing with my own brother hurt even more? Wandering around Rome I remember our childhood. There had never been a moment like yesterday. What has changed?

When I return he is waiting for me. Same procedure as yesterday.

These three days had been an orgy. I've never been that exhausted. When I come into the changing room at Milanello Sandro Nesta is waiting for me.

"Would you like to...take a bath with me?" Needing some company this evening, I agree.

As soon as he opens the door I think it wasn't that good idea. But who cares. Vanilla scent candles, strawberries and some champagne are waiting in his bathroom. Cuddling up against me, Sandro mumbles some sweet names. By drinking too much and to fast, I try to cope with this situation. I'm sure about what Sandro wants afterwards.

And in fact five minutes after leaving the bathroom I'm on his bed and he's in me.

What's going on? Have I become everybody's prostitute?

It seems so. At least Sandro is really cute and I like him. Really, but...

As soon as I can without being impolite I return to my flat. A sweet massage from Simone on the answering machine: "Pippo, please visit me again. I feel that lonely without you."

I'm dreaming of him that night. And of Bobo. Still I feel miserable. After I went to Sandro even more.

My new 'prostitute-feeling' seems to have an even better effect on all my team mates than before. Some had tried to date me before, but then I've always told them I already had a boyfriend. Since the quiet obvious breaking up, I haven't got any excuse.

I'm sleeping more in the beds of others than in mine the next week. Maldini, Shevchenko, Pirlo, Rui Costa, Coco, Toldo and after the derby with Cannavaro.

My body seems to like it, but my mind is tortured with every second in their arms.

I haven't talked to Bobo, not now. The wound is still to new.

I haven't told Simone that I'm visiting him today. I've got the keys. When I open the door I hear him moaning. Shocked, I can't move. Who is in the bedroom with my brother? Quietly I go to the door way. His legs around the neck of a huge man, who is sitting in front of him, he forces them man's head closer to his hips. The man, blond haired, seems to be giving him a blow job, gapping my brother behind while moving forward and backwards.

Simone screams for joy.

"What?!" I hear a loud voice before realizing it's mine. The man turns around and my heart stops beating. Big blue eyed, my Bobo. I stare at them. Simone close to an explosion and Bobo on his knees, his hand still around my brothers erection. I scream. I think everybody in Italy must hear it. I'm out of control. Jumping backwards. Backwards I'm falling down the stairs, about twenty steps. Every body and every muscle hurts and I'm still screaming. Tears are flowing. I want to stand up, but my body doesn't react. They're coming down the stairs, running. I close my eyes, I don't want to see them and still I'm screaming. I'm forced to eat some pills and I sleep.

I wake up in Simone's bed. How long have I slept? My whole body is shaking when I want to get up and I can't.

"No need to run away." Bobo comes into them room, followed by Simone. Both look worried. I try to speak, but no voice emerges as I gasp.

"You've got a shock. Poor you," Bobo continues: "That was to much for you. This week without sleeping, the flight to Rome, seeing us together and then falling down the stairs." He sits down on the bed. Of course I try to move away from him, but again I can't.

"Pippo, I'm sorry." My brother sits down on the other side of the bed. Both are pale. I can't stay awake any longer.

I can hear that there are many people around me. Their voice are familiar. But what are they saying?

"...so cute lips." this must be Cannavaro. Slowly I can identify the others, too. My lovers from last week, Simone and Bobo. Why have they come? Hadn't they had what they desired? I'm useless for them now.

"It's all my fault." Simone is nearly crying. What can I say, yes he is.

"I've hurt him even more." Bobo mumbles. I'd like to see their faces. My eye lashes are heavy. Nearly too heavy.

As I look up I can see them all. Eyes red with tears, pale faces. Simone is really crying. Nobody is touching me. They've touched me too much these evenings.

"Pippo." Simone has noticed that I'm awake. I nod.

"I'm so sorry. Could you ever forgive me?" His tears are flowing. I touch his cheek with my still a bit shaking hand. But what tom say?

Bobo looks at me, his blue eyes giving me a suffering look. I'd like to kiss him. I'd like to kiss them all. My hate ,which burned in my only a second before, is away.

I can feel the sleep approaching again, but I don't want to fall asleep again.

"Simone." is all I can whisper. I need most energy to fight the sleep.

"Be quiet. Your aren't hurt that bad. Mostly bruises, but you've still got the shock." My brother tries to smile and Bobo continues: "I'll be there when you wake up."

It's the first time I wake up and I feel good. Ages I must have spent in bed. What's going on in the Serie A at the moment? I sit up in bed. My back still hurts a bit but I can really move.

Bobo is sitting on a chair next to me.

"Are you okay." I nod.

"How long have I slept...since...since I saw..?"

"Only three days. That's a faster recovery than every doctor said." He takes my hand.

"Are you able to eat something? You've been skinny before and now you've lost a lot of weight." I nod. Enjoying the touch of his hand.

"Wait, I'll be back in five minutes." He leaves the room. I can hear him hurrying down the steps. Three days. I still got some days. It's the winter break so now problem at all.

Will it ever be the same? Haven't I lost all my friends by being their whore? Haven't I lost my brother by having sex with him?

A bowl of soup in his hand and a lot of bread in the other Bobo comes in.

"Who is supposed to eat all THAT?"

"You, 'caue if you lose only one kilo more you won't survive." I look at my hand. It had always been small, my fingers had always been long and skinny. But now there is nearly no flesh left.

I manage to eat all. Under the eyes of my 'nurse'.

"Good boy. You should sleep now. When you wake up again Simone will be with you." I won't to protest, but I fall asleep before I can do so.

My brother is there. Holding my hand.

"I've harmed you...I'm so sorry." The skin around his eyes is red. As I touch, I can feel that it's pure flesh. He must have cried bitterly. What monster am I? Letting my poor brother cry for a crime I've committed on my own body.

"Stop thinking of it Simone." I whisper: "It was also my fault."

"I nearly raped you!" I shake my head.

"I wanted it too. I was lonely, because Bobo..." Simone starts crying again.

"That's exactly what I mean. I went to him, playing the innocent little boy, wanting some experience. It took long before he started with me, always thinking of you. I...was hurt and wanted to hurt you as badly, because I had that damn thought you were the only one who divided Bobo and me. I never thought that he had been YOUR lover before. I told Bobo to break up with you, just to see whether you really love him. And then, when you visited me... I had this evil plan and nearly raped you. I was sure you'd enjoy this orgy and that you would try to find a new boyfriend. I knew you would try to forget about these days in the bed of your little brother. I phoned you to make this effect more powerful. First I was successful, wasn't I? Bobo saw that you were having sex which every man whose erection was big enough. So he came to me, told me I had been right. I was happy. And then you came, making my new world exploding into many little pieces. I began to feel sorry when you started screaming, I 'knew' that something terrible was going to happen. When you jumped back I could see you falling down the stairs even before you did. I tried to call ¡¦, but it was too late. When I heard you body hitting the steps- everything I hadn't thought of before came back to me." He can't mean. My little brother I supported very much has done that to me. I gaze at him in disbelieve.

"You can't mean. You've wanted..."

"I was out of my mind."

"And so was I." Bobo has appeared in the frame:

"I should have never started. I was curious. Having a man whose face was that much like my lover's...I wanted to see whether your bodies were more different."

"And?" My voice sound colder as I want.

"Three years younger, that's the only difference. And you really react the same way. Pippo, please don't blame only Simone. It's my fault too. I wanted to try things on him in order to find new ways of comforting you. I used him." How will this end? I'd love to be with Bobo again, but can I trust him?

"He never loved me. I saw the way he carried you to the car and drove to the doctor. He would never be hysteric if something happened to me. How he put the blanket over you, how he stayed awake all night just to be there for you if you woke up...." My eyes are getting wet. I feel love for both men-in another way. Bobo as my lover, I desire him and Simone as my brother who needs my care.

"Could you ever forgive me that I betrayed you?" Bobo sinks down on the bed, taking me hand. I put my thin arm around his neck and kiss his lips. Then I put my head under his chin- as I've always done it. It isn't as usual. I feel more. Before it had been normal for me that I could cuddle up against Bobo. Now I know the hurt of losing him.

Simone stands up.

"Broth?!" He seems to be irritated that I speak to him.

"Pippo?"

"Thanks you've told me. I hope we'll never fight for a man again." He smiles.

"If you don't change your mind and want Fabio?" I smile back, pressing my head against Bobo's chest. He leaves and Bobo starts kissing my fingertips.