TITLE : Secret
AUTHOR : Sabrina
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PAIRINGS : Inzaghi/Vieri, Inzaghi/Shevchenko
RATING : R
DISCAIMER : That NEVER happened, I don't know these men and I don't know in whom their 'interested' in.
AUTHOR'S NOTES : English isn't my first language, so there will be many mistakes in here, but please don't kill me.

'Good morning darling.' Filippo Inzaghi felt soft lips touching his chest.

'Morning?' As he looked up he saw Christian Vieri's blue eyes.

'It's nearly nine o'clock.' Christian wanted to stand up, but Pippo pulled his head down.

'No, please stay, I can't survive without you.' Hand running over his body, a red tongue started to move down his chest. His hands holding his friend's shoulders he felt Christian's lips touching him.

'Bobo...please...please...my God...Bobo...please...Bobo...!' Suddenly Christian took his hands away.

'I know what you mean, I could spent ages together with you here. But Inter's new coach isn't as nice as Cuper was. He will kill me if I'm late for training.' Filippo mumbled some 'nice' names for all Inter players, but followed his lover into the bathroom. There again he put his arms around Christian's neck, kissing his friend.

'I have to take a shower before I go there, so please...Pippo...no!' Filippo shook his head, smiling like a little boy who knows that after two times 'no' a 'yes' will follow. Like today.

The warm water flowing down their back, they stood close together, kissing.

'Don't you have training?'

'Well, at half past nine breakfast begins...' Pippo's eyes were glittering:

'...but I don't know why I shouldn't start now.' He reached out, but Christian was faster.

'Not now, my sweetheart, this evening.' With these words Christian started to get dressed.

'After training?'

'No... two hours later.' Filippo raised his eyebrow without saying anything. He was afraid of losing his lover. This feeling always burned in his chest and everytime Christian was late, he thought Christian might have a new boyfriend.

'Don't worry, you know, you're the only man I love.' Christian had noticed Filippo's look in his dark brown eyes. When Filippo didn't answer Christian kissed his friend, long, soft. Filippo nearly died, the 'wave' of emotion nearly burried him.

'Bye, enjoy training.' Filippo whispered.

Training had been hard, but even harder was waiting. Where could his beloved Christian be now? Filippo went into town, did a bit of shopping without knowing what he was buying.

He sat down in a cafe and looked around. Suddenly Filippo noticed a bulky man together with a young woman coming down the street. He didn't known what hit him.

Bobo and a woman!!He said I was the only man he loved. No, it can't be Bobo...God, please let it not be him...

He studied the man's face, his movements and his clothing. It was Bobo.

No, why...

Quickly he paid and went home. Tears in his eyes.

He lay in his bed, Christian slept next to him. It had been an usual night, kissing, touching, mumbling sweet names. Their bodies were wet of sweat and semen. Filippo stood up and went to the window. Outside it was dark and quiet. He opened the door and stepped on the balcony. The wind whispered, some birds sang and on the horizon the sun rose.

'Come here. Come back in the bed, I haven't finished yet.' Filippo turned around and closed the door behind him. Standing in his bedroom, looking at his lover he felt a strange feeling next to his heart. Bobo's huge muscles, his legs...

He was really exhausted now and still he hadn't ask Bobo who this girl had been.

'Bobo?'

'Still haven't got enough?'

'Who was the girl you were in town with yesterday? I've seen you in the cafe!' Silence. Filippo waited for an answer.

'My girlfriend.'

'Girlfriend?'

'We've been together since....March.' Filippo gasped for breath.

'What?! You said you loved me.' Lips on his chest, this feeling was sooo good, should he leave him alone?

'I do.'

Whatis there to worry about?...he's betraying me...

'Why do you need a girlfriend then?'

These lips were moving down...

'I...am bisexual. I need you and her.'

The lips had found their destination. But the feeling wasn't as usual. These lips had been kissing another person. Filippo suddenly felt dirty. He jumped back, standing next to the bed with shaking legs, wanting to run on the one hand and to cuddle up against this man on the other.

'Leave please.' Filippo said, he could hardly speak.

'Pardon?'

'Leave my house. It's over. I don't want to share my lover with anybody. It's not the girl's fault...she's in the same situation. Thinking you loved only her. But I'm not so blind. Leave me.'

'Pippo, sweety, come back.' Christian reached out, but Pippo shook his head.

'This is the end.' He said, hardly able to hold his tears back.

Bobo stood up, got dressed and left the house, without a word.

In the changing room Filippo Inzaghi felt a hand on his arm. Andriy Shevchenko stood next to him, calmly smiling.

'Ah Sheva, what's the matter?'

'I was going to ask you the same. Your eyes are red with tears, I can clearly see.' Filippo shook his head, but when Shevchenko took his hands he nearly started crying again. Without any order the word came out of his mouth.

'Bobo...I.... he betrayed...feel horrible.' Shevchenko hugged him, kissed him on his forehead.

After the match Pippo and Sheva went out together. They had done this before Pippo's relationship with the Inter forward started.

'I've missed you Pippo. You've got a great sence of humor.' Filippo smiled, what could he answer?

'I can't understand Bobo, having the cutest man in the world and then...' Sheva shook his head. 'Why?'

'Half of the team is crazy about you. Even if they're not all gay, they love to look at you in the shower and so on. You've got such a cute face... A shame you were crying.'

'I don't understand...' Sheva reached out and started kissing his tears away.

'Pippo, I've loved you for such a long time. I nearly died when you went off with Bobo.' The man from Ukraine smiled.

This night had been so different. Sheva was a gentler lover than Bobo. The touch of his lips was softer, warmer, more sinful. Pippo didn't know why he had let Sheva come into his bed, where, only day ago Christian had hurt him so badly. He was gradeful that he was loved.

Suddenly the air was full of the smell of coffe, warm toast and fruits.

'Wake up my love, breakfast's ready.' Sheva sat down and started feeding him. Espresso, hot chocolate, toast with marmalade and Nutella. Bobo had never done this for him, although he had known Pippo loved Nutella on warm toast.

'Thanks...oh Sheva, I don't know what to say.'

'You're glittering eyes have made my day, you don't have to say it with words, darling.' Darling, how different that word could sound. When Bobo said it, it had been a kind of demanding, demanding for sex. Sheva said it...with more heart and soul.

Pippo's phone rang.

'Pronto.'

'Hi Pippo, it's me, Bobo.'

'What do you want?'

'I'm missing you. Tonight I lay in my bed all alone, desiring your lips...you know where.'

'Whatever.'

'Pippo, I love you, I need you.'

'You should have thought of it before you started with this girl.'

'Pippo...'

'It's over.Bye.' Filippo cuddled up to Sheva.

'Was it Bobo?' Pippo nodded.

'He wanted you back.' Nodding.

'And you said no...'

'Why should I've said yes? Give me a reason. I'm here in your arms and there isn't a better place for me to be.' Sheva smiled and started kissing Filippo.

A bulky man made his way through Malpensa airport. Some hours later he was in an Asian city. Slowly he left the airport and went over a bridge, then suddenly he climbed over the fence ans jumped down. When he was founed nobody could say who he was, nobody knew him.

When Vieri didn't come to training everybody in Italy was astonished. They tried to find him in his arpartment, but nobody was there. When after two months nobody had seen him they thought he moved to another country.

Filippo felt a bit sorry, but nothing more. He didn't knew about the death of the man in Asia and he won't find out. Sheva and Pippo love each other more than their lifes. Their relationship still lasts.

The end