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beno_ginobili @ 2005-12-01T07:14:00

2005-12-01T13:27:52Z

Happy December all!

For a X-mas present for everyone who's friended me, I will write a short 1-2 page story on a general plot of your choice. When commenting please post in this format:

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Regarding genre and rating, genre is including but not limited to fluff, angst, angry Manu, etc. I put rating there so I know the general level of smut I can include.

Hope you all have a smashing December!

Temptation

2005-09-05T03:12:59Z

Title: Temptation
Author: darkwords_ifind
Fandom: NBA Slash
Pairing: Manu Ginobili/Beno Udrih
Rating: NC-17 for sexual situations and language
Disclaimer: The people in this story are real but, sadly this fic is just that, FICTION.
Notes/Warning: Inspired by Shakespeare of all people! I love this fic…

“Is this [his] fault or mine? The tempter or the tempted, who sins the most?”

– William Shakespeare

Everyone knew that Beno never fucked his teammates, but that never stopped Manu from making passes at him. Of course, Beno took it all as one big joke set on him by Rasho, Brent, or even Sean.

But he couldn’t help wondering, however, if there was any validity in Manu’s actions. Beno thought about him on occasion, at random points throughout the day: at practice watching him run plays, at the club looking for a few barely-legal girls, and, at times, boys, to take home with him, and sometimes even while he was fucking said girls and/or boys.

Beno, in short, was a road-ho, fucking anyone he could but never anyone on the team, especially Manu. It was this sense of taboo that drew them together.

After prepping for a huge game in Phoenix, Beno decided to take advantage of the Arizona heat and swim, and maybe even find a lucky boy to cajole into his bed. Preferably, a tall, scrawny, dark-haired replication of someone he knew.

Unfortunately for Beno, the only person at the pool was the only person he both did and didn’t want to see.

Manu.

Beno walked up to the pool’s edge slowly, and sat, eyeing the shaggy black head consistently breaking the water’s surface. Biting his lip, he watched Manu’s fluid movements and imagined those same muscles put to work on top of him.

As Manu reached the pool’s edge, he grasped it firmly, catching his breath.

“A little workout to get ready for tonight,” Manu pushed the hair and water from his eyes. “What’re you doing down here?”

Beno glanced around, looking for an excuse to deny the obvious.

“Soaking up all this dry heat they seem to get here,” Beno chuckled awkwardly.

“You wanna race?” Manu’s eyes gleamed. “Winner gets a prize…”

Beno lowered himself into the pool and looked to Manu for further instruction.

“Just here and back two times,” he smiled furtively. “We’ll talk about the prize later, if you win that is.”

Beno just nodded and prepared himself to start.

“GO!” Manu shouted before kicking off the edge hard.

Beno hesitated slightly before pushing off himself. Manu’s meager head start diminished as Beno fought to keep up. They both reached the other side and kicked off again. Beno struggled to catch his breath and before he knew it, he was too far behind to even attempt to gain the lead.

Manu was standing on the concrete, looking down at Beno as he slowly reached the finish line. He offered a hand to help Beno up, which he took. Manu pulled Beno out of the water and pressed him against his body.

“I win, and you’re my prize…” He breathed into Beno’s ear, sliding a key into Beno’s hand. “Room 2230, twenty minutes, and you better be there.”

He nipped Beno’s neck before sauntering off, slipping Beno a final lustful look that left Beno feeling violated.

Beno was torn between his self-respect and his sex drive. He knew that if he did fuck Manu, it’d destroy his rule about sleeping with teammates. But it was also the perfect excuse to get into Manu’s pants, which is something he’d often think about several times a day.

So, like most men, Beno followed his head (the one below his waist), threw on a shirt, and wandered off to find room 2230.

Walking into the hotel, he wondered if Manu was serious about the twenty minutes. He entered the elevator and pressed the button for the twenty-second floor. For the thirty seconds he was in the elevator, he contemplated seriously doing this, or more specifically, doing Manu.

He knew what would take Manu twenty minutes to do, so he planned what he would do once he got him alone in that hot, steamy shower.

He’d sneak in quietly, shutting the door softly. Then he’d strip, leaving a trail of clothes from the front door to the bathroom. He’d open the bathroom door slowly, taking in the scent of shampoo, soap, and Manu all in one breath. He’d would be standing under the hot spray of the shower, his back to the door, singing something in Spanish under his breath, and Beno would stand in the bathroom door watching the Argentine that took his breath away. Beno would step towards the shower but stop and wonder at the definition of Manu’s back, and how his muscles moved so smoothly under his skin as his forearm moved back and forth rhythmically.

Then Manu would throw his head back and moan.

“Ay, Beno,” he’d groan huskily.

And Beno would step into the shower and press himself against Manu’s damp skin and purr, “Yes?” into Manu’s neck as he reached for his cock…

DING!

Beno snapped out of his daydream and found himself face to face with several of his teammates, including Tony, Timmy, Devin, Brent, and Bruce.

“Hey!” Timmy said brightly. “We were just going to grab something to eat, you wanna come?”

Beno flushed, mumbled something about needing a shower, and darted past the group quickly, hoping none of them would notice his, ahem, problem.

Unfortunately for Beno, it was a huge problem and Tony did notice and called out to a departing Beno.

“Uh, you might wanna take care of little Benito in the shower too, you know?” He laughed as Beno walked even faster from the elevator.

For a split second, Beno thought of turning back to his room. He then realized he was crazy for even thinking of abandoning this opportunity to fuck the great Manu Ginobili.

So Beno walked a few steps down the hall and found himself in front of room 2230. He slid the key into the slot, and opened the door, not knowing what he’d find.

He glanced down the hall guiltily before stepping into Manu’s room.

There was no turning back now.

Beno smiled slightly at the disheveled state of the elegant hotel room. He heard Manu singing boisterously in Spanish in the bathroom and knocked loudly to get his attention.

Manu whorled around and flashed Beno an immense smile.

“Good, you’re here,” he grabbed Beno by the wrist and led him into the makeshift dining room, where a table was set for two.

“I heard the other guys were going out to eat, but I thought it’d be better if we stayed in,” Manu ushered Beno to take a seat opposite him.

A small woman came in carrying a platter of pasta and a bowl of French rolls.

“Thanks,” Manu nodded at the woman, who apparently knew enough to get the hell out of the room. “It’s Chicken Marseilles, my favorite pre-game meal.”

While Manu attacked the platter fiercely, Beno sat, looking somewhat hurt.

“What’s the matter?” Manu asked, choking down a rather large bite of chicken.

“Nothing,” Beno reached for a roll. “I guess I just got the wrong impression about why I’m here.”

Manu smiled slyly, and then leaned in towards Beno.

“No, you’re right,” he whispered, eyes ablaze, “I just wanted to eat before I fuck you senseless.”

“But,” he got up from his seat, “if you don’t want to wait,” he crept to Beno, “I’ll fuck you right now.” He stood over him and leaned in, now inches from Beno’s face. “So, what do you want?”

He was breathing heavily and it was beginning to have an effect on Beno.

He jumped Manu, to say the least.

He pushed the bigger man onto the table and leapt on top of him, broadly sweeping the food and all the settings onto the floor.

Manu brought his head up to survey the damage, but was quickly met by Beno’s hand forcing him down for a rough kiss. Manu moaned as their tongues battled for dominance and Beno’s hands found their way up his shirt. Breaking the kiss, Beno stripped his own shirt off, before working on Manu’s.

Beno straddled the Argentine and went down for another kiss, but instead latched himself, sucking and biting, at his collarbone. He then worked his way down to his nipples and nipped at one before Manu became impatient and entwined Beno’s hair between his fingers and guided him gently to his waistband.

Beno raised his head to look him in the face, and he could feel Manu’s eager cock against his sternum. As if waiting for his permission to untie his shorts, Beno paused. Manu raised his eyebrows expectantly and silently edged him on, hoping that the expectation wouldn’t make him come so soon.

Of course it didn’t, but that didn’t stop Manu from thinking that Beno took far too much pleasure in making him wait.

Beno did take it just a tad too far, smiling lustily and brushing his jaw against the bulge that was evident beneath the flimsy material of Manu’s shorts.

When he finally decided to seriously take off Manu’s shorts, Beno hesitated once again, marveling at the part of Manu that had made him salivate for weeks after, just once, accidentally seeing him hard in the showers.

Manu took advantage of Beno’s wonderment and flipped him onto his back, and they both fell off the table in the process. Manu pinned him among the scattered chicken and noodles congealing on the floor. Beno winced at the two foot fall that knocked the wind out of him and Manu gave him no time to catch his breath. He kissed Beno vehemently, his hands grasping anything and everything they could on Beno’s body, his crotch rubbing anxiously against Beno’s shorts, longing to feel Beno’s tender flesh against his.

“Usted se siente tan bueno, Benito,” Manu moaned, pulling Beno’s shorts off. “Quiero besarle, poco a poco, para siempre.” He ran his fingers through Beno’s fine brown hair as they kissed, and felt the raw magnetism between each other.

Every time his cock just barely glided over Manu’s, Beno felt as though his soul was on fire, emblazoned by the fervid, beautiful man on top of him. It was the constant contact between them that nearly sent him over the edge.

“Go lie in my bed,” Manu groaned into Beno’s ear, as he got up and ambled to the bathroom. Beno laid on the floor for a moment, feeling like Manu’s body was still on his. He shook his head slightly and pinched his forearm.

It hurt, and was a startling wake-up call that this was no daydream.

He got up slowly, and made his way to Manu’s bed. Throwing back the sheets, he climbed in and wondered what was taking Manu so long. Then he heard the water running from the bathroom.

And Manu singing.

“Que é tengo que hacer para sentir, Entre mis piernas el roce de tus piernas divinas-”

Beno stopped cold and listened to the seductive tones of Manu’s tenor voice.

“-Que é tengo que hacer para sentir, de tú olor un poquit -”

He pulled the covers down and climbed out of bed. He had no idea what Manu was singing, but he didn’t care. He walked, trancelike, to the bathroom door, where the sights and smells of his daydream became a reality.

“-Que é tengo que hacer para llega, hasta la magia que ocultas en tu selva divina-“

Beno was throbbing. He wanted to feel Manu pressed against his slick back. He wanted to breathe the cloying scent of Manu’s sex. But most importantly, he wanted to hear Manu’s voice –that voice- cry out his name over and over and over.

“-Que é tengo que hacer para llegar, a mi lugar favorito."

Manu stopped short as he turned around to see a nude, wide-eyed Slovenian in his bathroom doorway.

“Oh, I suppose you want to wash up too, before, well,” he grinned, “unless you’re a sitophiliac and want me to roll around in the noodles some more…” Manu trailed off, as Beno gave him a confounded, blank stare in response to his last statement.

“Oh, well,” Manu said vaguely, stepping out of the shower and taking a few sultry steps toward the bewildered younger man. Within seconds, Manu had consumed Beno, mentally, emotionally, and physically.

He took Beno into his arms and kissed him wildly, his hands running through his fine brunette locks and tracing his jaw down to cup his face in his hands.

Beno was drunk on the taste of him. If Manu had asked him to juggle fiery swords while riding a unicycle, Beno would’ve tried his damnnest at this point. So, Manu had no trouble taking Beno’s hands in his and leading him to his bed.

He pushed Beno down onto the bed, fumbled in the pockets of a pair of discarded pants lying on the floor, and produced several condoms.

“I don’t know if we’ll get around to using them all right now,” Manu said silkily into Beno’s chest, “but there’s always after the game.”

Beno nodded, too dazed to say anything in response.

Manu spread Beno’s legs and took his cock into his mouth, while his fingers went a-wandering. Beno was, again, on fire.

Beno’s head was spinning as Manu’s fingers ran up the inside of his thigh. And every movement of Manu's tongue made Beno quiver and shake, feeling as though all of his feelings for Manu of admiration, of affection, of lust, were quickly peaking and were on the verge of imploding inside of him.

Manu kissed Beno briefly before positioning himself over the smaller guard. Beno gasped as Manu pushed into him.

“Me tvezi mi, drek!” Beno exclaimed, his eyes lost somewhere in the back of his head. “Bog, vi potipati tudi fucking velik!”

He had no idea what Beno was saying, but the foreign words fogged his mind and fueled his desire even more.

Both men were moving as one, going as far as synchronizing their moans unconsciously. They kissed ferociously, and fucked even harder, their friction burning holes in the barrier that had previously blocked them from each other.

Beno reached up to stroke Manu’s stubbly cheek, and silently wondered why in the hell he’d never wanted to do this before. The mere sight of Manu’s naked body was enough to make Beno throw all his morals out the window.

Fuck not fucking your teammates, Beno thought, as Manu threw his head back and came violently, crying Beno’s name.

“How’s that for a workout?” Manu grinned as he collapsed onto Beno.

“I think Devin might be getting some minutes tonight,” Beno giggled. “You looked wrecked.”

Manu pulled Beno against him.

“Oh, you have no idea,” Manu said boldly, “I could go again if I wanted to.”

“You wanna bet?” Beno said as he rolled onto Manu’s chest for another kiss.

Manu quickly flipped Beno on his back, like a vicious cat pouncing a helpless mouse.

“Yeah, I do.”

Storm

2005-08-25T02:24:06Z

Title: Storm
Author: darkwords_ifind
Fandom: NBA Slash
Pairing: Manu Ginobili/Beno Udrih
Rating: R for sexual situations
Disclaimer: The people in this story are real but, sadly this fic is just that, FICTION.
Notes/Warning: hehe...I love scured Manu! And mansex! This has both! Dedicated to the wonderful anyatluny, without whom I would never write this wonderfulness! Sorry for re-posting it, the format was driving me nuts lol

Manu Ginobili wasn’t scared of many things, but when he was scared of something, it terrified him.

Such was the case one drizzly evening. All started out innocently enough, Manu spent a quiet afternoon in his almost frigid home, wanting to escape the muggy afternoon heat. Unfortunately, he forgot the common result of damp, dank evenings in September: thunderstorms.

So, as he curled up in bed to watch TV and heard the distant rumble of thunder, he reverted to an old childhood custom of his and hid under his covers.

After a few seconds of silence, he peeked out from the security of his blankets and quickly jumped from his bed, stripped to his boxers, turned off the TV and grabbed his phone almost simultaneously.

Manu then sought comfort among his many pillows on his bed, which was far too big for one person. He burrowed in his blankets, and promptly drifted off to sleep, hoping that the storm would breeze around him.

It didn’t.

Manu woke up about 45 minutes later to the sound of a roaring wind that he was sure was going to take the roof off his house. A flash of lightning lit up his room and he blindly groped for his phone. As the thunder shook his house, he found it and pulled it under his covers.

His hands were shaking as he dialed the familiar number.

“Hello?” a somewhat sleepy, accented voice answered.

“Uh, Beno?” Manu asked hesitantly. “Will you come over? I have, uh, a thing, that I kinda need help with.”

Beno groaned and Manu could tell that he was stretching to get up.

“Yeah, I’ll be over as soon as I can,” he exhaled. “Bye.”

“Bye,” Manu said timidly, as he hung up and retreated under the covers yet again to wait for his Slovenian knight to rescue him from the menacing storm.

Beno had little idea about the ‘thing’ Manu needed help with, but he wasn’t prepared to see him cowering under a blanket like a seven-year-old child.

“Manu?” he called out to the seemingly empty bedroom, after letting himself in.

Manu sat up abruptly at the foreign sound of another human voice in his room. He had just spent the whole 15 minutes he’d waited for Beno with his eyes closed tight and hands over his ears, singing under his breath a Spanish lullaby that his abuela sang to him.

Beno sat on the edge of Manu’s bed and kicked off his shoes. A flash of lightning lit up the room again and Manu instinctively grasped Beno’s hand and held it tightly.

Beno giggled as he unbuttoned his pants, and dropped them to the floor. The he battled his way through the pillows and beneath the blankets, wearing just his shirt and boxers.

Manu welcomed the smaller male into his arms warmly, and Beno melted against his body and nestled his head into his neck. Manu breathed in Beno’s damp hair and gently stroked his spine.

As they lay in bed embracing, everything in Manu’s mind slowly dissipated. The storm dissolved around the two, and it was as though they were everything left in the world. Flickers of lightning, growls of thunder, and wails of wind couldn’t pierce the cocoon that Beno had woven for Manu.

After a few moments, Beno lifted his head from Manu’s neck and watched him for a moment before kissing him softly on the lips. Manu moaned slightly and rolled over to face his lover. He blindly went in for another kiss and as his lips met Beno’s, he rolled Beno onto his chest. Beno giggled again and Manu broke the kiss and opened his eyes slowly.

Beno smiled slyly and stretched himself effortlessly over the Argentine’s lean body. Before Manu knew what hit him, Beno was breathing heavily on his neck and biting his earlobe softly.

“Hočem poljub vi povsod pa veselje vi večno,” he murmured thoughtlessly into Manu’s ear as a flash of lightning lit up the room.

“What does that mean?” Manu asked, tightening his grip on Beno’s arm, anticipating the oncoming roar of thunder.

Beno hesitated before answering him. “I said I wish I could stop all the storms for you.”

Beno was lying of course, but his adoration for Manu prevented him from translating it correctly, which would be— “I want to kiss you all over and pleasure you forever.” Manu undoubtedly would’ve liked that translation, but was pleased at Beno’s sympathy nonetheless.

“Well you nearly stopped this one for me,” Manu said, drawing Beno in for another kiss.

Beno pulled away after a few seconds. “You’re not in the mood to—“

Manu was already shaking his head, but stopped after seeing the look on disappointment on Beno’s face. He raised his head slightly to whisper into Beno’s ear.

“I want you to,” he said seductively.

Unsure green eyes met unwavering brown ones. This was a first. Usually Manu dominated when it came to sex, he had never let Beno do that. Ever.

Beno bit his lip timidly. “I-I don’t know if I could,” he hid his face in Manu’s neck. “I mean, I don’t want to hurt you, and I dunno…”

“You wouldn’t,” Beno shook slightly as Manu chuckled. “C’mon, I really want you to.”

Manu took Beno’s face into his hands so he could look into those fearful green eyes. Manu stared at him steadily; trying to radiate the confidence Beno needed, but then realized that it wasn’t going to work. He would have to try a different approach.

“Just think about how good you’ll feel inside me,” Manu purred into his ear. He then spouted sweet Spanish nothings into his teammate’s hair as he pulled his shirt off.

“Ohh, Manu,” Beno moaned as Manu latched onto his nipple. “How do you always get me like this?”

“Like what?” Manu smiled against his chest. “In my bed and rock hard? It’s easier than you think.”

Beno slid down between Manu’s legs. He felt him tense as the wind whipped tree branches against the window. His face nestled in Manu’s crotch, Beno ran his hands slowly up his thighs to his hips where he pulled Manu’s boxers off, revealing what Beno already knew; that Manu really wanted him to do this.

“Hold on,” Manu rolled over and rummaged through his bedside drawer. “Here.” He slipped a condom and his lube into Beno’s hands.

Beno poured some into his fingers, spread Manu’s legs, and proceeded to prepare him. Manu winced slightly at the pressure.

“Ohh, poor baby, not used to this, huh?” Beno muttered, getting harder by the minute with anticipation. He was practically throbbing as he pulled his fingers out of Manu and unwrapped the condom. He put it on, then slicked himself with the lube Manu had provided.

“Are you ready?” He positioned himself over Manu, who nodded, and gave him a quick kiss before penetrating him.

Manu inhaled sharply and Beno pulled away slightly.

“Am I hurting you?” Beno asked anxiously.

Manu shook his head. “I just haven’t done this in—“ he closed his eyes suddenly as Beno entered him again, “—a while.” He breathed.

Beno couldn’t help moaning, and Manu was so fixed on the husky sound of his voice that he blocked out the sound of the wind.

Beno never took his eyes off Manu’s face. With every thrust, Manu screwed up his face in ecstasy, murmuring fragmented sentences in Spanish.

“Derecho allí, Beno, my amor, my único, my delicia de tarde...” Manu looked wild, his hair strewn over the pillows.

Beno’s hands found Manu’s and they moved as one, occasionally silhouetted by a blaze of lightning, moaning unintelligibly to each other in broken English.

Beno gave a final thrust, and shuddered wildly as he and Manu came together. The worn out Slovene collapsed onto Manu, who promptly pulled him tight against him.

As he wove Beno’s hair between his fingers, Manu kissed him softy.

“Deseo llovería más a menudo,” he whispered into Beno’s hair.

“What?” came the muffled reply from Manu’s neck.

“I said,” Manu grinned and repeated it in English, “I wish it would rain like this more often.”

Le Francaise Maid (Chapter 2 of 7)

2005-08-04T07:19:07Z

Title: Le Francaise Maid (Chapter 2 of 7)
Author: darkwords_ifind and anyatluny
Fandom: NBA Slash
Pairing: Manu Ginobili/Beno Udrih, Tony Parker/Beno Udrih
Rating: PG-13, for language and sexual situations
Disclaimer: The people in this story are real but, sadly this fic is just that, FICTION.
Notes/Warning: Umm, this is a crackfic...total WTF-were-they-thinking 3 am writing lol So you're warned...

Chapter One

Day Two:

After a nearly sleepless night on a cot in Manu’s room, I was awoken at 6:30 by Beno. I think he realized how mean Manu seemed last night, so I woke to find Beno straddling me.

“Mornin’,” he said, bending down slightly to kiss me.

Between morning wood and a very attractive rookie on me, I’m dying.

“Wow,” I said, breaking the kiss, “what’s all that for?”

“No reason,” he giggled slightly, “I just figure you’ll need some lovin’, what with all the things Manu’s got planned for you today.”

I ran my hands down his bare chest then caught them on his ass.

He bent down and kissed me again and I pulled him up to rub against me harder. I broke the kiss and flipped him over swiftly.

I kissed him all over his neck and began to work my way down his stomach.

I was tonguing the edge of his boxers, and just beginning to get Beno a bit riled up, when a hand grasped my shoulder firmly.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you…” Manu said threateningly.

He let go of my shoulder and let me climb off Beno.

While Manu and Beno went back to bed, I got started on my long list of things to do for the day. Basically Manu wanted his entire house cleaned from top to bottom. I started in the bathroom and let me just say that scrubbing a floor in a French maid’s outfit is not very fun or practical. My knees are gonna hurt for days now.

Once the bathroom was clean I moved on to the kitchen which of course had a sink full of dishes waiting for me. Now normally I don’t have any problem with doing dishes because after all I live alone and have to do my own but Manu’s dishes had apparently been sitting in his sink for days by the look and smell of them. I should have known that the smug bastard would, of course, be too busy winning gold medals and championships to clean up after himself.

Just as I finished vacuuming the living and dining rooms Manu and Beno came waltzing in hand in hand.

“You and I have to go to the mall,” Manu stated simply.

“I’m a little busy cleaning your house right now. Plus I can’t really go out in this can I?” I asked as I lifted a corner of my skirt up.

“Well Beno here has the perfect solution to that problem,” Manu said as Beno ran off in the direction of his bedroom.

He came back with another outfit from ‘slutwear.com’; I could only imagine what the rookie would have picked out for me to wear. He took off the plastic covering and revealed what appeared to be a school girl’s uniform. It consisted of a probably one-size-too-small white nearly see-through button up shirt and a plaid pleated skirt. Did I also mention the white knee high socks? This was going to be quite an outing.

“We thought it would be the perfect outfit for our little maid. And if people ask you can just tell them you’re wearing a kilt.”

“And why exactly do we need to go to the mall?” I questioned.

“Because you need a proper pair of shoes to clean in and to wear around the house. And we need a few other things,” Manu answered smiling at Beno. “Now go get changed, you can finish cleaning when we get back.”

After I changed into my school girl outfit from hell, we climbed into Manu’s car and drove to the mall.

“So, what kinda shoes do I get?” I asked after spending several silent minutes contemplating what Manu had in mind and whether he’d punish me for speaking when not spoken to.

He paused momentarily to fiddle with the radio and to probably debate in his mind whether he should tell me or not. He apparently forgot his rule.

“You do know that Beno and I are just having a little fun this week with you, right?” He gave me a sideways glance. “Like you know not to take all of this personally?”

“Yeah, I mean it’s kinda strange doing whatever you tell me to, and this outfit is ridiculous,” I said picking at the hem of my skirt.

“Okay, I mean like I don’t wanna hurt you or anything,” he said softly.

“No, this whole maid thing is hot, in a totally weird way.”

It was true; no one I knew could pull off the dominatrix thing as well as Manu had. And as annoying as obeying every word he said was, I was more than happy to serve him and Beno.

Luckily for me, not many people go to the mall on a Tuesday afternoon. I only had to make my way past only a few dozen fans with camera phones and a couple awkward questions before Manu and I reached Hot Topic.

He spent a few minutes browsing, and dodging deadly looks from the punked-out pierced employees, before he found what he was looking for.

My jaw dropped when I saw what had chosen. A pair of black stilettos about three or four inches high. My ankles ached at the sight of them

He called the friendliest looking employee over.

“You got these in his size?” Manu asked laughing slightly and pointing to me.

After about a half an hour and a few dozen shoes later, Manu and I walked back out to his car.

“So, what do want to fix us for dinner?” Manu asked playfully as we got in the car.

“How ‘bout frozen pizza?” I said, rubbing my ankles which were already sore.

Later that night, I was just getting settled on my cot when Manu called out to me.

“Tony,” he called out, slightly muffled from under Beno.

“Yes?” I groaned wondering what he wanted now.

“That cot looks a bit uncomfortable,” Manu said slyly, “why don’t you join us up here?”

I smiled to myself and crawled into bed with them, sandwiching Manu between his rookie and me.

beno_ginobili @ 2005-07-31T20:35:00

2005-08-01T01:37:11Z

Title: Le Francaise Maid (Chapter 1 of 7)
Author: darkwords_ifind and anyatluny
Fandom: NBA Slash
Pairing: Manu Ginobili/Beno Udrih, Tony Parker and...well, himself
Rating: PG-13, for language and sexual situations hehe
Disclaimer: The people in this story are real but, sadly this fic is just that, FICTION.
Notes/Warning: Umm, this is a crackfic...total WTF-were-they-thinking 3 am writing lol So you're warned...

Day One

There are only a few things that really embarrass me. Wearing women's clothes definitely tops the list.

So, when I walked out of Manu's bathroom and saw him and Beno laying on his couch wrapped in a single blanket, I knew that the next week was gonna be hell for me.

"Go get your outfit from my closet," Manu laughed from the couch, "then we'll start talking about the rules."

"Wait a sec," I stopped and peered down at them. "You guys, uh, you know, already?"

Beno raised his head and looked at Manu curiously. "What? Is that why you were moving so quickly?" He asked, slightly hurt.

I laughed silently to myself, wondering how Manu would get himself outta this one.

Manu kissed Beno and whispered something to him that I couldn't hear. Beno laughed and gave me a look that was vaguely similar to pity.

"Go get your outfit now," Manu dismissed me.

Slightly sickened, I left the giggling and cuddling pair on the couch and made my way to Manu's closet. I wondered how he could be so confident that he'd lay the rookie first and had already ordered a French maid's outfit. I walked in and started to search half-heartedly through Manu's clothes. I finally found it hidden among some of Manu's tackier suits.

I took off the plastic covering that read 'slutwear.com' and held it at arm's length. I doubt Manu could've picked out anything more provocative. I held it up to my body and found that it reached about mid-thigh on me and I knew that he probably special-ordered it that way, just to take pleasure in asking me to bend over and pick things up.

I brought it into the living room, where Manu and Beno suddenly got quiet.

"You didn't put it on?" Manu asked, as if it was obvious I should've.

"No," I rolled my eyes.

"So put it on now," he said, eyes smiling.

I started to walk to towards the bathroom.

"No, here," Manu's voice commanded.

Realizing that I would never be able to convince Manu to let me dress in private, I slowly began to take my shirt off. I slipped the outfit over my jeans. I kicked off my shoes and slid my jeans off wondering what to do next.

"And what exactly am I supposed to where underneath this?" I questioned the smirking duo.

"Those,” said Manu smiling and pointing to something black that must have fallen to the floor while I was putting on the outfit.

That black something turned out to be a pair of black lace leave-nothing-to-the-imagination boy shorts.

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

“No, I am not. It’s part of the rules and you should know a thing or two about them.”

“You know I hate you, right?” I scowled pulling my boxers off and trying to figure out exactly how to put on the contraption. I finally managed to get them on without flashing too much of myself and found that they were not as painful to wear as I had assumed they would be.

“Awww, Tony looks so sexy, doesn’t he?” Manu asked mockingly.

“Yeah, whatever,” I said scowling. “Now what?”

“The rules,” Manu said gleefully. “While you were taking so long finding your darling skank outfit, Beno and I were writing your rules.” He handed me a small folded slip of paper.

I unfolded it and sat down in the nearest chair to read.

“1) You must do whatever Beno or I tell you, no matter how embarrassing

2) You must wear the outfit at all times and cannot tell anyone why you’re wearing it

3) You must drive Beno or I anywhere we want

4) You must ask permission from me before doing anything

5) You cannot speak unless spoken to, or make eye contact with anyone”

“That’s total crap,” I crumpled up the paper and threw it at Manu’s face.

“Uhh, did I speak to you?” Manu barked.

“No, but what are you gonna do about it?” I sneered.

“Beno,” Manu roused the sleepy Slovenian on his chest.

“Hmmm?” Beno asked looking up at Manu and blinking the sleep from his eyes.

“Go get those things from my room, please?” he kissed Beno’s forehead.

Beno paused for a moment and groped for his boxers in Manu’s oversized couch. He put them on, and sleepily got up and sauntered off to Manu’s room. After a few moments, he came back carrying a few items that I knew I would learn to hate within the week.

He set down a black bullwhip, a hearty leather belt, and a wooden paddle with multiple small holes drilled through.

“Okay Beno,” Manu said grinning, “choose one.”

Beno giggled and promptly pointed to the belt, before perching on the arm of Manu’s couch.

“Alright,” Manu grabbed the belt and folded it in half. “Come here, and cooperate, ‘cuz if you don’t, I’ll make it much worse for you.”

Not liking where this was going, I reluctantly got up and stepped towards him.

Manu sat up and searched for something to put on. He pulled a pair of boxers out from between the cushions.

“I think these are yours,” he said to Beno, while pulling them up from around his ankles.

I tried to refrain from watching him dress, but my attraction got the better of me.

“That’ll be the last free look you’ll get for a while,” Manu said catching my glimpse. “Turn around, bend over, and brace yourself.”

“This sounds vaguely familiar,” I said snidely, but I comply. I know better than to fuck with Manu. That man gets whatever he wants, and uses any means to get it.

He smacked me on the ass hard with the belt. That goddamn bastard is too sadistic.

“Ask for another,” he said, and I knew he was getting off on it.

“Can I have another?” I said, gritting my teeth.

He whips the belt across the back of my thighs.

“Can I have another...please?”

He smacked my ass three more times, while his adoring rookie looked on.

I could tell that it was gonna be a long week...

beno_ginobili @ 2005-07-24T22:46:00

2005-07-25T02:40:01Z

There once was a guard named Brent
Whose heart he so generously lent
To a Slovenian boy
Brent’s favorite toy
With whom he loves to torment

There was an Argentine guard
Who left all his lovers scarred
‘Til one stole his heart
And tore his world apart
His rookie always makes him so hard

The players were forbidden to mix
But those two were so transfixed
So together they slept
And that secret they kept
‘Twas clear they didn't like chicks

There was a German sexpot
Who played with himself quite a lot
He lived in skankdom
And wore out his palms
Until one time he was caught

The Pain It Took

2005-07-19T13:46:25Z

Title: The Pain It Took
Author: darkwords_ifind
Pairing: Manu Ginobili/Beno Udrih
Rating: PG-13 for language
Disclaimer: The people in this story are real but, sadly this fic is just that, FICTION.
Notes/Warning: Inspired by lyrics from Let It All Out by Reliant K. It's unbeta'ed...I really need to find me one...and that's about it...

And you said,
I know that this will hurt.
But if I don't break your heart,
things will just get worse.
If the burden seems to much to bear
remember,
the end will justify the pain it took to get us there.

Practice was such a bitch today. I couldn't concentrate at all, and Pop came down on me hard. So hard, that I ended up twisting my ankle while running layups. On top of that, Beno didn't show up.

Just when I was sure that my day couldn't get any worse, I find this letter folded up in my bag...

"Dear Manu,

I asked to be traded. I hope you know that.

I couldn't bear the sight of you any longer, not when I couldn't have you. There was no way that I could play to my potential if I was watching your every move, waiting for you to fall just so I could be the one to pick you up.

Every time my hands touched the ball, I made sure you were watching me. I passed to you every chance I got, wanting to marvel at a "GI-NO-BILI!" move. You never disappointed me. Whether it be a behind-the-back drive topped with a roll off the fingers, or a nearly impossible off-balance three that you manage to rattle in, you found the love of the fans, but more importantly, me.

I've admired you since I watched you win the gold medal. Then when I realized that I would be playing side-by-side with you, my heart leapt. I would be playing with one of the best shooting guards in the world.

When I arrived in San Antonio and attended the first team practice, whatever nervous feelings I had dissolved with that bright first smile you flashed me as you shook my hand, then changed your mind and hugged me warmly instead.

As the season progressed, you took me under your wing and helped me develop my game. This led an increased mutual feeling of affection.

After the Phoenix game in January, one that we had both played excellently, we decided to go out for a few drinks to celebrate. After too much to drink for you, I determined that there was no way that you were driving home by yourself. I called a cab, but you insisted that I accompany you.

So, I do, and get pulled into a sloppy drunken kiss and an invitation into your bed in return.

Though I declined, I had often lain in bed wondering what it would be like to feel your bare skin against mine in a state of pure ecstasy. I just wasn't the right time for that, with you drunk and all. I wanted you to be coherent when I first shared your bed.

After that kiss, every touch we shared was electric. I used to pray that Tony wouldn't be able to start, just so I could play with you for more minutes. It seldom worked, but the least I could do was hope.

You would haunt my nights. I would toss and turn listlessly, getting no sleep, or if I was lucky, I’d sleep soundly for a few hours, dream of you, and wake up aching to be in your arms.

The one morning, my dreams were my reality. We were on the road in New Orleans and I had played very well. You invited me to your room.

I’ll never forget the way you looked when you opened the door. Your hair was still damp from your shower, your skin glowed from the moisture still left there, and the only thing you had on was a pair of sleep pants that hung low on your waist. Then after a night of lustful looks and passionate kisses, I woke up next to you. You looked so peaceful, I could have watched you sleep forever.

Then the next thing I know, you're ignoring me, doing everything you can to not run into me. When I look at you, you can even stand to look me in the eye.

It broke my heart, Manu. I don’t know what I did, or didn’t do. You meant the world to me, you still do. But when my world crashes down around me, I don’t know how to fix it. So, I do the next best thing, I run..."

I can't stand to read any more. Realizing what I have to do, I quickly change and run down the halls to Pop's office.

"You can't trade Beno," I say shortly, not bothering to greet him.

"Deal's nearly done, kid," Pop says, not looking up from the papers on his desk.

"No," I say firmly, "if he goes, then I quit. Contract or no contract. I'll pay you back the money you lose, but I'm serious."

I lean against the doorway, arms crossed, giving Pop a look that could kill ten people.

He stares at me for a while, contemplating his choices.

"Alright," he sighs heavily, "Lemme make a few calls. You gonna wa--"

I'm gone before he could finish.

I call Beno on my cell as I rush to my car.

"Hey this is Beno. I'm not here, you know, so leave a message."

I hang up and get in my car.

Why the fuck does he have to do this to me? I slam my fists against the steering wheel, groaning in frustration. I can't lose him. I just can't. But I'm so scared to fall for him. I don't think I could stand to fall in love once more, not after the first disaster...

I push those thoughts to the back of my mind, and one thought comes to my brain: DRIVE.

So, I do.

I speed to his apartment, not looking back at the red lights I may have run in the process. Nothing else matters but him.

I jump out of my car and bolt to your door.

"Beno!" I shout, pounding on the door. "Beno! Open up!"

After about five minutes of nearly breaking it down, Beno answers his door in his boxers, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

I stop for a moment at the sight of him, taking in all I'd be missing if he was, in fact, going to be gone. He stares at me too, probably wondering why I'm getting lost in his eyes.

"I found this," I say, walking up to the door, his crumpled note in tow. "You're not doing this. You're not leaving me like this."

Beno leaned against his door, contemplating what to do.

"Come in," he finally says. "It's hotter than hell out here."

I follow him inside, waiting patiently for his reaction to me.

"It's already done, Manu," he looks at me sadly.

"No! No, it hasn't," I say forcefully, "I just talked to Pop. He's gonna straighten this out, you're not leavnig me." I take a few tentative steps toward him. "You can't leave me."

He looks everywhere but me, finally settling for the ceiling.

"I have to," he says softly. "You wouldn't under--"

"What?" I demand, cutting him off. "What wouldn't I understand? That you're in love with me? That you so obsessed over me that you can't stand to be anywhere around me? Is that what I won't understand?"

"Don't yell at me!" he shouts. "This is exactly what I was afraid would happen. And I knew that after that night, you'd shy away from me, because you knew how I feel, and it scared the shit out of you didn't it?"

I delay my answer, because he already knows it.

"Why are you so afraid?" he ventures closer, peering into my soul, which I've so reluctantly bared.

"I-I've been hurt before," I say, tears in my eyes, "and I didn't want to get attached to you, because if you left, I'd lose everything."

He's now inches from my face and leans in, kissing me softly. My tears spill as I kiss him harder, because it's then that I know that he could never leave me.

Heaven in Your Eyes

2005-07-16T06:25:26Z

Title: Heaven in Your Eyes
Author: darkwords_ifind
Pairing: Manu Ginobili/Beno Udrih
Rating: PG, if that
Disclaimer: The people in this story are real but, sadly this fic is just that, FICTION.
Notes/Warning: If you're prone to cavities, you might not wanna read it, tis uber fluff. It's unbeta'ed...I really need to find me one...and that's about it...just click!

Usted Es Mio

2005-07-16T06:19:16Z

Title: Usted Es Mío
Author: </a></font></a>darkwords_ifind
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Manu Ginobili/Beno Udrih
DISCLAIMER: The people are real, the story, sadly, is not. I get nothing but pure pleasure from writing this. No profit is made.
Warnings/Notes: My dear friend Tanya came up with a prompt: "Manu finds out that Beno cheated on him, and since Manu is the jealous type, he reminds Beno just whom he belongs to in a not so fluffy way..." So, I took the prompt and ran. It's a short little drabble (645 words) with severe non-con and dirty language. The POV switches, in case you can't figure it out. Oh, and it's been unbeta'ed...unless I count, and Manu's Spanish may be a little off...you know I don't speak Spanish.

(I hate abusing Beno, but Manu's a possessive bitch)

Just Go

2005-07-16T06:10:33Z

Title: Just Go
Author: darkwords_ifind
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Manu Ginobili/Beno Udrih
DISCLAIMER: The people are real, the story, sadly, is not. I get nothing but pure pleasure from writing this. No profit is made
Warnings/Notes: After Game 3 of the Finals (sorry it's so late!!). It's my first dirty fic...hehe. So, be warned, it is dirty and contains, well, I wouldn't say graphic sex, but close enough. Oh, and it's dedicated to my dead (I mean dear) friend Tanya!

(Follow me to wonderful Spurs slash!)

A Rookie's Place

2005-07-16T06:01:37Z

Title: A Rookie's Place
Author: darkwords_ifind and anyatluny
Fandom: NBA Slash
Pairing: Manu Ginobili/Beno Udrih, Manu Ginobili/Tony Parker (implied Timmy Duncan/Tony Parker)
Rating: PG-13, if that
Disclaimer: The people in this story are real but were not harmed in the writing of it...sadly this fic is just that, FICTION. I get nothing but pure pleasure from writing this...
Notes/Warning: I co-wrote this with my friend, it's our first...It's fluffy, not a lot of sex...but it's cute (I hope).horizon_greene thank you sooooo much for the beta. X-posted in nba_slash

(Off to my other journal we go)