Where the wind whispers

Title: Campions, Sempre {Champions, Always}
Pairing: Pep Guardiola/Lionel Messi, Xavi/Andres Iniesta, Bojan Krkic/Gerard Pique implied & features: Zlatan Ibrahimovic, Thierry Henry, Carles Puyol
Rating: R
Words: 517
A/N: A happy one for the REMARKABLE history that was made today. Dedicated to all the culés!!! :-D And to see the emotional Pep as described, check out this video and gif one and gif two.



At minute one hundred and ten, Pep had felt like crying right then and there. Lionel’s offensive strike had won them a great deal more than just another trophy. He had won them a place in football history, forever. The boys rushed around Leo and hugged him, touched him, and congratulated him as best they could before they went back on the offensive.

At minute one hundred and twenty, Pep had rushed onto the pitch to congratulate his team. The tears were not falling yet but they were certainly backed up in his throat. He hugged Leo tightly, but not tight enough for it to look too suspicious. He was particularly affectionate to Pedro who had gotten them to extra time in the first place.

At minute one hundred and thirty four*, Pep listened to the announcer for the stadium began to speak of Barcelona and her coach’s praises and achievements. He couldn’t hold back the tears any longer and he began to cry. At first he thought he could collect himself and recompose his profile but the tears only came faster, harder, until he was practically weeping. Dani tried to comfort him as best he could in those few seconds and Pep barely pulled himself together. The trails of tears were less frequent now but he still couldn’t stop them from falling completely.

At minute one hundred and thirty six, Pep’s shoulders shook as he sobbed openly. He had his hands on his face as he cried. Barcelona had won six trophies for six, he had led them to each and every victory. Thierry hugged him with a large smile on his face and Pep allowed himself a few more sobs. He didn’t think he could stop crying even if he wanted too. Zlatan came and pulled him into his massive frame and teased him. Pep parted away for a moment and recovered in small amounts.

At minute one hundred and forty-one, Pep shook hands with the FIFA officials and all the other high-ups. He soaked in their congratulations while he watched his team. Andres and Xavi clung to each other like their lives depended on it and perhaps it did the way from the way they acted and they were always together. Carles and Gerard bounced with the trophy amongst the boys, Gerard close to Bojan’s side. Leo blushed slightly when they informed him he won a car and Pep held back a chuckle. This night was perfect.

At minute two hundred and fifty, Pep had Leo exactly where he wanted him—underneath him and writhing in the sheets. Leo begged him for more but Pep was determined to make his talented and shy Argentine realize just what he had done for him and for Barça.

At minute three hundred and twenty-seven, Pep made one last thrust into the whimpering and hot body on top of him. He felt Leo’s come on his stomach and it became smeared when Lionel leant down to kiss him. As he closed his eyes in his sated state, he realized that this team was perfect, as was his Lionel.