Title: Brothers Part 5: Retiring Stevie.
Authors: Ginny and Dee (2wingsnuts)
Rating: R/NC-17
Disclaimer. We don’t own them. Hank and Steve are not related. This is just make believe.
Pairing: Brendan Shanahan/Steve Yzerman/Chris Osgood. Hank Zetterberg/Pavel Datsyuk
Summary: Steve decides to retire. Shanny decides to leave. Chris gets sex. They all win, sorta.
Author’s Note: Cleaning out the box. Hope you all enjoy. This is an AU where Henrik Zetterberg and Steve Yzerman are brothers. Yes, we enjoy the insanity. You have been warned. Flames will be used to burn you alive.

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Brendan stood at the window and watched Steve for a few minutes. He sighed softly. The day was beautiful but Steve, sitting on the wood swinging chair, didn't seem to notice it.

"What are you thinking about so hard?" Brendan asked, sitting next to him and interrupting Steve's train of thought.

"I'm going to retire," Steve answered after a few seconds. "It's time."

Brendan stared off in the trees for a few minutes. "I had a feeling you were going to be saying that soon," he whispered. "I hate seeing you leave the ice."

"I hate leaving the ice," Steve told him. "But I can't contribute anymore. Not enough."

Brendan thought about arguing but sighed and nodded. "I don't think I can play in Detroit without you here," he whispered.

"What about Chris?" Steve whispered.

"What about him?" Brendan asked back. "He's doing great here. I think I can do better someplace else."

"I was afraid you were going to say that," Steve said, looking away. "I'll still be involved with the organization. We agreed on that years ago."

"You won't be on the ice," Brendan said calmly. "I can't be out there with our team without you."

Steve sighed heavily. "We should go in and talk to Chris," he insisted. "This involves him too."

Brendan nodded and stood before helping Steve up. "I'm not changing my mind," he told him.

"We still need to talk to Chris," Steve said and walked slowly into their house. "Chris?" he called out.

"In here," Chris called out. They found him in the hallway, stretching as he bounced a tennis ball off the wall.

"I need to talk to you both," Steve said as he reached out and grabbed the ball.

"Sure," Chris said and smiled at him. "What's going on?"

"I'm retiring," Steve said calmly. "It's time."

Chris' smile faded immediately. "Oh," he whispered. He forced a smile. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised, huh?"

"No," Steve agreed.

Chris nodded and sighed. "I guess it'll just be you and me out there," he said to Brendan.

"Uh," Brendan said and coughed nervously. "I don't think I'm gonna come back."

"You're going to retire too?" Chris asked in surprise.

Brendan forced himself to meet Chris' gaze as he said, "I'm not going to play in Detroit without Steve."

"You meant what you said, didn't you?" Chris asked softly. "A few years ago at Steve's parents house."

"Yes," Brendan whispered. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," Chris whispered. "I've loved all the years I've had you on the ice with me."

"I won't go far," Brendan promised. "Someplace close," he told them and stepped forward, running his hand down Chris' arm. "I love you."

Chris nodded. "Love you too," he whispered automatically. "Can I have the ball back please?"

"Only if I get a kiss," Steve whispered and leaned forward, kissing Chris gently before placing the ball in the goalie's hand. He took Brendan's arm and walked into the living room. "Let him work it out. He'll talk to us when he's ready."

Brendan winced when he heard the ball bounce forcefully off of the wall. "I'd stay for him if I could, but I can't," Brendan told Steve. "I'm sorry."

"I understand," Steve whispered. "You just have to give Chris some time. You know him. And you know how he works."

"To himself, as hard as he can until he figured it out," Brendan answered.

"Everything will be okay," he promised and took Brendan's hand. "And once he calms down, you two can help me tell Hank."

"Hank's going to be more pissed than Chris," Brendan muttered.

"That's why I'm waiting until Chris is calm," Steve agreed. "Hank is going to throw something at me and I need you two calm enough not to attack him."

"Or block the shots?" Chris asked as he joined them.

Steve nodded. "You okay?" he asked carefully. "I haven't told anyone but you two yet and I needed to tell you both first."

"I'm fine," Chris said shortly. He sighed and dropped onto the couch. "I'm not. But I will be. I promise."

"I love you," Steve told them. "But I can't play anymore. My knee is making me a hindrance on the ice."

"I understand," Chris whispered.

"I'm not leaving the organization," he said. "I was offered a vice president job and I'm going to take that."

"It's not the same."

Steve couldn't help but laugh. "Brendan said the same thing."

"I'll miss you," Chris whispered. "Both of you but I understand and I won't let either of you down."

Steve kissed him softly. "I love you."

Chris returned his kiss. "I love you too," he promised and then kissed Brendan gently. "I love you."

"I love you too," he promised

Steve smiled and sat down on the couch, pulling both of his lovers into his arms. "Let's just spend a few minutes like this," he said softly. "I need to hold you both for a few minutes."

Chris snuggled against him. "I'll stay like this as long as I can."

"That's all I want for as long as you two are willing," Steve said and kissed both his lovers softly.

"We'll stay until we have to tell others your decision," Brendan promised.

"I love you two more than anything," Steve told them and tightened his hold. "We'll tell them all in a few days."

"Until then we can pretend that things aren't going to change as much as they are?" Chris asked.

"Chris," Brendan told him firmly. "We'll always be here when you need us."

"And I'll never love you less than I do right now," Steve said calmly.

"I know," Chris assured them. "It's just going to take some time to get used to this."

"You'll still have me," Steve whispered in the goalie's ear. "I'll just get to watch now instead of being on the ice."

"Maybe," Chris said doubtfully. "I think you're going to be busy. But at least we get to see you in a suit more often."

"He'll get fucked more if he does that," Brendan commented.

"What happens if I put the suit in now?" Steve asked.

"You better run toward the bedroom," Brendan winked. "What do you say Chris? Should we show Steve how much we like his suits?"

Chris smirked at him. "Let's," he agreed.

Steve sighed but smiled. "Give me a few minutes to put the suit on," he requested and walked toward their bedroom.

"How long should we give him?" Brendan asked.

"If we go in now, he'll be naked," Chris pointed out.

Brendan moaned and grabbed Chris' arm, pulling the goalie toward the bedroom.

"Hey!" Steve laughed. "I don't even have the suit pants on yet."

"We know," Brendan said and pulled him to the bed. "You're in our favorite suit."

"The naked one," Chris smiled and crawled on top of them. "We'll start with this suit and then see if we can make it to another one."

"So you can get me back into this one?" Steve asked, gasping as Brendan started to kiss his way down his chest.

"Yes," Brendan moaned. "Our favorite suit."

"The one you look the best in," Chris agreed.

Steve moaned louder as Chris started kissing along his back. "You two keep this up and I'll be over before we start.

"Round two will be just as good," Brendan promised.

"And round three even better than that," Chris smirked and gently squeezed Steve's ass.

Steve groaned softly. "You two are going to kill me."

"Would that be so bad?" Brendan teased. "You'd die happy and so would we," he grinned and ran his hands down Steve's sides.

Steve leaned up and kissed him. "I can't think of a better way to go," he admitted.

"Neither can we," Chris laughed and rolled off of Steve's back. He started digging through the end table. "Lube," he explained. "We'll need it."

Steve reached over and pinched Chris' ass. "Why aren't you two naked yet?" he complained.

Chris yelped and turned to offer a half-hearted glare at Steve. "I don't know," he answered and then laughed, quickly pulling off his clothes.

"Much better," Steve smiled. Chris laughed and went back to rummaging through the drawer before pulling back in triumph.

"Found it," he grinned.

"It had to be in there somewhere," Steve pointed out. "We don't keep it anywhere else." He moved and pulled Chris tight against him. "Right?" he asked softly before kissing the other man.

"Right," he agreed. "Unless we were out."

"Which were not," Brendan said, taking the bottle from Chris' lax fingers.

"You have on too many clothes," Chris said as he looked over at Brendan. "We both naked and you're fully dressed. You need to be naked too."

"Maybe I'm happy just watching the two of you be naked," Brendan teased.

Chris and Steve exchanged a look before they both sprang toward him. "We like you better naked," Steve countered, yanking Brendan's pants down.

Chris laughed as he pulled Brendan's shirt over his head. "We do," he agreed. "You're amazing."

"Steve's amazing," Brendan countered, kissing Chris softly.

"You're amazing too," Chris argued.

"You're both amazing," Steve stepped in. "Now are we going to argue or are we going to have sex?"

Brendan laughed loudly. "We're having sex."

"Then stop arguing," Steve advised with a grin.

"We've stopped," Chris laughed and leaned over, kissing Steve deeply.

"Much better," Steve smiled. He reached down and brushed his thumb down Chris' dick. "Now, what are we going to do first?"

Chris shuddered. "Don't care," he gasped.

"Let's put Bren in the middle," Steve suggested.

"My favorite place," Brendan smirked.

"Okay," Chris agreed. "You in him?" he asked Steve. "And he can fuck me?"

"Yes," he agreed with a groan, kissing Chris deeply.

"Perfect," Chris laughed and rolled off of Steve. "Now," he smiled sweetly and spread his legs. "I'm ready."

"This is why we needed him," Brendan told Steve, reaching for Chris and running hands up his legs.

"Because he's consistently horny?" Steve laughed.

"Brendan's hornier than I am," Chris protested.

Brendan snorted and pressed a quick kiss against his lips. "Go ahead and believe that," he teased.

"We want you. Always," Steve laughed and leaned down, kissing Chris quickly.

Chris laughed and pressed down against Brendan's hand. "I always want you both too."

"Good," Brendan grinned and shifted his hand, pressing his thumb against Chris' opening.

"Bren," he whispered, his laugh fading immediately. "More."

"Here," Steve whispered and reached between them, putting lube onto Brendan's hand. "Stretch our goalie."

"Gladly," Brendan grinned, pouring it over his fingers.

"Weren't we supposed to be enjoying Steve in a suit?" Chris gasped.

"I'm going to put on a Bren suit," Steve grinned.

"Are you complaining about what I'm doing?" Brendan asked indignantly as he continued to stretch him.

"Not at all," Chris gasped as Brendan's fingers moved slowly.

"Good," Brendan smirked and pulled his fingers free. "I'd hate to have to make you beg."

Chris whimpered loudly. "But...why are you stopping? Please don't stop."

"I'm not," Brendan promised, covering his dick with the lube.

Chris whimpered again. "Yes," he moaned and spread his legs farther.

"Beautiful," Steve whispered, pressing against Brendan's back before he started to stretch him as well.

"Stevie," Brendan whispered, tilting his head back to kiss him. When they broke apart, he looked down and smiled at Chris, who was watchig them, pupils wide with lust.

"Get in our beautiful goalie," Steve whispered. "And then I'll finish stretching you."

Brendan nodded once and started to slowly push into Chris.

"Bren," Chris moaned in complaint at the slow pace.

"Just until Steve's in me," Brendan promised. "You can wait that long. I'm sure of it."

"I'm a more patient goaltender because of you two," Chris grumbled, but leaned up and kissed Brendan deeply as he wrapped a leg around his lovers, brushing his foot lightly against Steve's side.

"And you're almost a more patient lover," Steve smiled and brushed his thumb along Chris' ankle.

Brendan twitched his hips as he entered Chris completely, brushing across his prostate and cutting short any retort Chris would have had.

"You two," Steve gasped as he pulled his fingers out of Brendan. "I wish you two knew how hot you are," he whispered and reached for the lube.

"Like you know," Brendan snorted, wiggling his ass at Steve.

"I do know," Steve argued as he coated his erection. "I get to see you two all the time. It's my favorite part of this relationship." He placed his hand on Brendan's back before pushing slowly into the other man.

"You're hotter than us," Chris gasped around a choked moan as Steve pushed Brendan deeper into him.

"Enough arguing," Brendan groaned and tried to push back toward Steve. "Just move faster."

"I love it when you're demanding," Steve whispered in his ear. He gripped Brendan's hips and started a fast rhythm.

"Yes!" Chris shouted and tried to arch toward them as Brendan whimpered.

"Chris, calm down," Brendan begged. "You're gonna break your back you keep moving like that," he panted.

"Worth it," Chris gasped.

Steve groaned and continued to thrust fast into Brendan, deepening each movement until the three of them were reduced to loud moans

Chris came first, their names jumbled as he shouted loudly, arching once more toward Brendan as he clenched around him.

"Chris," Brendan breathed before moaning loudly and coming deep inside the goalie.

"Fuck," Steve groaned, coming hard in Brendan after one more thrust. He half collapsed against his dark haired lover, breathing hard. "Love you," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss against the back of Brendan's shoulder.

"Love you too," Brendan promised and carefully pulled out of Chris. He moved slowly, gently pulling Steve down between them.

"Love you," Chris agreed as he curled against Steve's back.

Steve reached back and took Chris hand in his, pulling until Chris' arm was draped across him. "Love you both," he said.

"I'm gonna miss this," Brendan admitted. "But I have this feeling that none of us are going to leave this bed during the off season."

"We better not," Chris said. "Not for the first few days, at least."

"I'll be sure to wear a suit home on the first day," Steve grinned and pulled Brendan closer.

"He'll pick you up from the airport in a suit," Chris smirked.

"I'll wait until we're with you before ripping it off of him," Brendan groaned. "God, I can't wait for that."

"We could let him actually finish putting his suit on," Chris suggested as he snuggled closer to Steve's back.

Steve laughed and rolled into his back, pulling both his lovers close. "Why?

"So we can take it completely off of you," Chris smirked.

"I'm already naked," Steve pointed out.

Brendan moaned in appreciation. "Yes you are."

"But if you were in a suit, then we could admire that and have the fun of taking it off of you again," Chris said reasonably.

Steve laughed and slapped his ass lightly. "You didn't even give me time to put the suit on the first time."

Chris pretended to think for a moment. "You're right," he agreed. "But we'll let you put on the suit the next time."

Steve and Brendan both laughed. "Next time," Steve promised.

Chris smiled brightly at them. "And Steve will be in the middle."

"Sounds perfect," Brendan agreed.

"Very," Chris grinned and leaned over, kissing Brendan gently.

"What do you want me to wear?" Brendan asked him, wrapping his fingers in Chris' hair.

Chris laughed before leaning back down, pulling the blanket over the three of them. "Lube," he replied and laid his head on the pillow and closing his eyes, a teasing smile on his face.

Brendan smiled at Steve and nodded. "Lube," he agreed.

"What you want me to wear?" Chris mumbled and burrowed deeper into his pillow.

Steve smiled, loving, as always, how Chris could sleep almost anytime and anywhere. "Nothing."

"I'll look really funny walking through the airport naked but for you two I will," he muttered.

"I'll come up with something else for you to wear," Brendan promised.

"I love you," Chris whispered. "My Captains," he added before falling completely asleep.

"Thank you for suggesting him coming into our relationship," Steve whispered. "I never thought I could love anyone as much as I do you but I was wrong. I love him that much too."

"I knew you would," Brendan smiled. "You can't help but love him."

"He's perfect," Steve said softly. "And so are you. I'm going to miss you but I do understand."

"I would stay for him if I could," Brendan said quietly. "But I can't be on that ice without you."

"I couldn't do it without you either," Steve assured the other man before kissing him softly. "Now, how do we wake up our goalie?"

"With my dick in his ass while you blow him," Brendan grinned.

Steve moaned. "Can we wake him now?" he asked hopefully.

"Yes," Brendan said, rolling over Steve until he was laying on top of Chris.

Steve helped Brendan carefully lift Chris' legs. On three, he nodded and leaned down, taking Chris' dick into his mouth and sucking gently as Brendan pushed into him smoothly.

"You fell asleep on us," Brendan told Chris when the younger man woke, blue eyes blinking open and a soft moan on his lips.

"And this is how you wake me?" Chris gasped.

"Better than an alarm clock," Brendan smirked and twitched his hips.

Chris cried out, arching up.
"Are you ever going to fall asleep on us again?" Brendan teased.

"Yes," Chris gasped as Steve started sucking harder. "Want to wake up like this more."

"Smart goalie," Brendan praised.

"Learn - oh God - from you," Chris panted as he tried to push down onto Brendan and up into Steve's mouth at the same time.

"Careful," Brendan soothed, gripping his hips. "Or you really will hurt yourself."

"You two feel too good," Chris moaned loudly. "More? Please? Harder?" he begged.

"Anything you want," he promised.

Steve shifted slightly as Brendan started thrusting harder.

"Yes!" Chris shouted, his eyes rolling back as he arched up.

Steve swallowed around him, finally sitting up with a smile. He leaned back and kissed Brendan deeply.

"Damn he tastes perfect in your mouth," Brendan groaned. He grabbed Chris' hips. "My turn to come," he announced before setting a fast pace.

"Bren," Chris moaned, wrapping a leg around him, holding him in place.

Brendan shouted his release, coming hard in Chris. He pulled out carefully and knelt next to him, giving him a hard kiss.

Steve took Brendan's place and slid into Chris. "My turn," he smirked.

"Oh God," Chris gasped. "I've never dreamed this good before."

"Then you know it's not a dream, don't you?" Brendan whispered in his ear.

"I hope not," Chris moaned. He arched up and wrapped both of his legs around Steve's body, pulling him deeper. "Feels so good."

"You feel amazing," Steve told him, pushing in hard.

"You do too," Chris panted. "I ... love you," he groaned, clenching around Steve as he came all over his chest.

"Fantastic," Brendan whispered, watching Steve as he came, pushing into Chris one last time.

"Perfect," Steve groaned as he carefully pulled out of Chris and laid down next to his blond haired lover. "Amazing," he added.

"You are," Chris agreed, leaning up and kissing first Brendan and then Steve. "I'm going to take a shower, can I sleep after that?"

"Maybe," Brendan said honestly. "Depends on how wet you are when you come to bed."

Chris laughed and pulled free of them before standing. "I'll keep that in mind," he promised as he disappeared into the bathroom.

"Let's go to sleep," Steve insisted and yawned. "I'm tired and I need to talk to Hank tomorrow before telling Ken my decision."

"I'll be next to you through all of this," Brendan promised, wrapping himself aroud Steve. "Chris too, even when we're just standing back and watching."

"Just don't yell at Hank. You know he's gonna flip out."

"We won't," Brendand told him. "This time."

"Thanks," Steve laughed and wrapped his arms around Brendan. "Love you."

"Love you so much, my Captain," Brendan whispered, falling asleep.

"I love you too," Steve whispered again and kissed Brendan's forehead softly. He laid there, staring up at the ceiling while he listened to Chris in the shower.

"I hear you thinking," Chris said as he stepped into the room.

"Just waiting for you to join us," Steve explained.

"I'm here," Chris said, laying down next to him.

"You got dressed," Steve observed. He slipped his hand under the thin tshirt, brushing his fingers lightly against his skin, still warm from the shower.

"You're almost asleep," Chris teased lightly. He kissed the corner of Steve's mouth. "Think in the morning."

"I'll think then," Steve agreed as his eyes slowly blinked closed. "Love you," he whispered before falling asleep.

Chris pulled the blankets up over them again, wrapping his arm around Steve, making sure he could feel Brendan as well. He knew it would be a few years before they had this again consistently. He planned on enjoying every second he had with his lovers. Even when it was just sleeping quietly next to them.

End.