Fics from the Nuts

Fic: Vampires: Interlude: Accidental Discovery

Tue, 08 Jul 2008 21:31:37 GMT

Title: Interlude #3: Accidental Discovery
Authors: Dee and Ginny 2wingsnuts
Team: Detroit Red Wings
Warnings: RPS, AU, Vampires, moresome
Pairing: Pavel Datsyuk/Henrik Zetterberg/Nick Lidstrom/Chris Osgood, Brendan Shanahan/Steve Yzerma
Rating: FRM
Summary: Shanny makes a startling discovery and chaos ensues
Author's Notes: The next in the vampire saga. For them. You know who you are.

"Steve!" Brendan called as he dug through the bag. He shoved it in his locker and went looking for his lover; he knew he couldn't be too far away. "Have you seen my--" He cut off when he saw Pavel at Steve's throat.

"Bren?" Steve asked as he opened his eyes and Pavel moved back quickly.

"What the fuck is going on?" Brendan asked slowly. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"Bren," Steve replied as he got between the two men. "Let me explain."

"I'm going to kill you," Brendan growled, leaping toward Pavel.

Pavel fell to the floor as Brendan landed on top of him; he tried to cover his head as Brendan's fist connected with his jaw.

"Brendan!" Steve yelled as two of their teammates ran into the room.

"What's going on?" Nick asked. He grabbed Brendan's arm, trying to pull him off of Pavel. Brendan broke free, clipping him with his elbow. "Shanny!" Nick grabbed him around the waist and pulled until they both fell away.

"Let me go. I am going to kill him," he hissed as he pushed against Nick.

"No," Nick hissed back. "You are going to calm down."

"Not until I've wrapped my hands around his throat.

"Bren! Listen to me," Steve ordered as he knelt next to them. He looked over to see Pavel being helped up. "It's not what you think."

"Fuck you," Brendan snarled. "Not what I think? You got your eyes closed and he's suckin' on your neck. To me it looked like you're cheating on me with him." He pushed against Nick again. "I'm gonna kill you next. How long you been fuckin' him behind my back?"

"Brendan Shanahan!" Steve roared, truly angry. "Do you really think I would do that?"

"It was that or he's a vampire. You tell me which is more reasonable!" Brendan snapped, shoving hard at Nick.

"Actually," Chris replied as Pavel leaned heavily against him. "He's a vampire."

The five men turned as the door flung open and Hank stood there, his brown eyes flashing in anger. "What's going on?" he asked, his voice clipped. He looked from Nick and Brendan to Steve before his eyes finally landed on Pavel and Chris.

"Hank," Chris started to say.

"What did you do?" Hank snapped at Brendan, fangs extended.

"He's screwin' my lover so I hit him." He shoved at Nick again. "And I'll do it again once he gets off of me." Brendan looked up and paled when he noticed the fangs. "What the fuck?"

Hank stepped over him, deliberately hitting a shoulder with his heel, as he walked to Pavel. "When was the last time you fed?" he quietly asked, anger still clear on his face.

"A week, maybe two," Pavel admitted, too tired and weak to lie.

"Steve."

"He can feed again, but I'm not leaving Brendan in the same room as you," Steve told Hank firmly. He looked past the angry vampire to see Brendan staring at them.

"Steve?"

"Bren," Steve sighed. "Look you were right, Pavel's a vampire. He wasn't hurting me and I'm not cheating on you. Now, he needs to feed or his mates are going to kill me if something bad happens to him. You can either grow up for a damn minute and let Pav finish or I can let Hank tear you apart. We'll explain better soon, just promise you won't try to go after Pav again if Nick lets you up."

"Fine," Brendan said shortly. Nick gave him a wary look but moved to let him up. He stayed by Brendan as Chris moved next to Hank after making sure that Pavel wouldn't fall.

"I'm sorry," Pavel whispered before sinking his fangs into Steve's neck. He pulled back a few seconds later and licked the wound closed.

"That wasn't enough," Hank snapped immediately.

"It's fine," Pavel told him.

"Not enough," Hank growled. "You are going to do this right or I am going to kick your ass instead of Brendan."

"I can't take much more from him," Pavel replied. "I'll take too much."

Hank growled again, spun on his heel and disappeared from the room.

"Can someone finish telling me what the fuck's going on?" Brendan asked, not moving from his spot next to Nick.

"Vampires are real," Chris said.

Brendan glared at him. "That much is obvious," he snapped.

"And you attacked our mate," Nick growled, his eyes flashing dangerously.

"He was biting Steve," Brendan argued.

"He wasn't hurting him," Chris said.

"How was I supposed to know that? What are you doing here anyway?"

"Visiting from New York," Chris answered.

"Hi Cheli," Steve interrupted, greeting the man that had walked in behind Hank.

"Hi," Cheli nodded. "What's going on?" he asked when he noticed Pavel's rapidly darkening eye.

"Nothing," Pavel replied.

"I heard you've been a bad vampire," Cheli stated with a small smile. Pavel shrugged.

"If you hadn't touched Steve," Brendan said.

Hank growled and stepped toward him. Chris reached for his arm to stop him as Nick pulled Brendan back.

"We're just going to wait outside until you can play nice," Nick told him sternly.

Brendan sighed heavily. "I'll be good. I just can't get the picture of him sucking on Steve's neck out of my mind."

"Pav," Cheli coaxed as he stepped in front of the man. "You gonna feed? Or you just gonna stand there?"

"I'll feed," Pavel said, swaying on his feet. Hank was by his side in a second, steadying him.

"Careful," he murmured. "We're going to talk about this after I kick Brendan's ass."

"You're not going to do that," Pavel told him firmly. "Thanks Cheli," he told the man before licking across his neck and biting.

"Vampires," Brendan muttered as he shook his head. "This is unreal. How come they all knew but not me?"

"Not all," Nick corrected. "Only Cheli, Steve and Tomas."

"You and Oz?"

"We're vampires too," Chris clipped as he showed Brendan his fangs. "You gonna keep trying to hurt Pavel? I'd hate to have to kick your ass if you did."

Brendan started to snap before remembering how Chris got when he was angry. "I'll behave, I promise," he sighed.

"Thank you," Pavel whispered as he squeezed Cheli's arm briefly.

"Enough?" Hank asked. Pavel nodded. "Good. We're still going to talk about this later," he promised.

"What would you like to know?" Pavel asked, looking at Brendan.

"Everything. Vampires?"

"Yes."

"For how long? How long have you known?" he asked Steve and Cheli.

"Since I was born, Hank was twenty-five, Nick was thirty-five and Chris was twenty-seven," Pavel explained.

"I've known all my life," Steve replied. "My family is chosen and the vampires come to us to feed."

"I've known for six years or so," Cheli shrugged. "Seems like forever though."

"Obviously you can be out in daylight. Garlic isn't an issue. You speak fluent English," Brendan said to Pavel who smiled smugly and nodded. "This isn't an elaborate joke? It's not a prank of Oz's?"

"No. But that's a good idea, if anyone we don't want to know ever finds out, we'll just blame me," Chris laughed.

"What else can we do to prove it? You've seen the teeth and you watched Pavel feed," Nick pointed out. "You can't possibly think this is a joke."

"I believe you," Brendan said. "I'm sorry Steve. I'm really sorry Pav. I shouldn't have assumed what I did."

Pavel shrugged as he pressed an ice pack against his face. "Next time, ask? Please? You hit like a damn wall."

"There won't be a next time," Hank growled.

"Not from me," Brendan promised.

"Excuse me for a moment." Pavel walked to Hank and pulled the growling mate close to his body before leaning down and kissing him deeply. "I'm fine," he whispered against Hank's lips.

"Just let me hit him once," Hank requested.

"No." Pavel ran his fingers lightly down his mate's cheek. "We're going to have to explain things to him. Can you handle this or should I send you and the others away?"

"I'll be fine. As long as he doesn't make any sudden movements, I'll be fine."

"Thank you, my love." He brushed his fingers against Hank's cheek again.

"I love you."

"I love you too."
"I should have hit him before you could stop me," Hank muttered.

Pavel sighed.

"I deserve it," Brendan commented from behind them. "Both of you can hit me if you want. I was an ass."

"No," Pavel said quickly. "You can't hit him Hank."

"I'll do it," Chris volunteered.

"No," Steve requested and pulled Brendan into his arms. "No one is going to hit you."

"Can I do anything else?" Cheli asked.

"Unless you want to stay and answer questions, no. Thank you," Pavel told him.

"Any time," Cheli smiled and left.

"Where do you want me to start?" Pavel asked.

"Why didn't I know?"

"It's a secret that we protect very carefully," Pavel told him calmly.

"We've been together for years. How did I not notice?" he asked Steve.

"Usually Pavel's a lot better about feeding." Steve glared at the vampire in question. "And I never told you because it's not my secret to tell. They decide who knows and who doesn't."

"And the more people that don't know protects us from people that don't understand," Nick finished. "It's not that we didn't trust you, we do, it's just that we didn't know how you'd react."

Brendan blushed. "What's going to happen now that I know?"

Pavel placed a calming hand on Hank's shoulder as he squeezed Chris' arm. "Would you do us the honor of becoming one of our chosen? Of letting us feed from you when necessary? I promise you that if you say yes, none of my mates will ever harm you."

Brendan didn't hesitate. He didn't know what exactly he was getting into, but he knew the correct answer. "I will," he promised.

"Thank you," Pavel replied with a soft smile. "Would you like to be fed from now? Or would you prefer to wait?"

"Who?" he asked, stealing a quick glance at Hank.

"I think Nick would be the best choice." Pavel nodded. "Hank's still too worked up and Chris is just starting to calm down. If you want Nick to do it, that will be fine. Or I can. Your decision."

"Do you need to feed more?"

"I am fine," Pavel told him.

"Then Nick, if you don't mind?"

"Of course," Nick agreed, stepping toward them. "Relax." he told him.

Nick leaned over and gently ran his tongue along Brendan's neck before piercing the skin. He sucked for a moment, withdrew his fangs and licked the wound closed.

"You okay?" Steve asked.

"Yeah," Brendan replied softly as Nick stepped away from him. "I didn't realize it would be so...so...gentle. Thank you for trusting me with your secret and I am so sorry that I freaked out."

"It's fine. We do understand," he told Brendan, glancing back at Hank who was once more standing just in front of Pavel, staring at them intently. "You might just want to stay away from Hank for a few days."

"Yeah," Brendan agreed with a nervous laugh. "I think I'll be hiding from all of them if Pavel's not around."

"You were looking for something when you came in here," Steve said suddenly. "What were you looking for?"

"My equipment bag. It's not in my locker, have you seen it?"

Steve smiled. "I'll help you find it." They waved to the four men before quietly stepping out of the room. "Did you check my locker?" his voice filtered through the closing door.

Pavel winced as Hank spun around and glared at him. "Two weeks!" he bellowed. "I thought I hadn't seen you feed but I kept telling myself you were doing it when I wasn't around. What were you thinking? Oh wait, you weren't. Good Lord, Pavel, what in the hell am I going to do with you, huh?"

"Hank," Pavel began.

"How would you like it if one of us did that?" Hank asked. "Maybe we should try, just so you can see how it feels!"

"My love," Pavel softly said. "I am sorry. Between everything that's been going on and the playoffs, I just didn't realize what was wrong until I stood after practice and almost fell over."

"I still can't believe you did that," Hank replied, his voice softening a bit. "You do know that I'm going to be on your ass everyday forever, right? And you deserve it." He growled and pulled Pavel close to his body. "You are a fool, a lovable fool, but still a fool. How do you think we'd be if something happened to you?"

Pavel swallowed and apologized again. He looked back to Nick and Chris, who were standing just a few feet away, waiting for Hank to finish. "Are you going to yell at me too?"

Chris laughed. "I think Hank's done enough yelling for both of us, don't you?" he asked looking at Nick.

"I believe you're right," Nick replied. "Come on, let's go home and calm Hank down."

Pavel nodded. They returned to the now deserted locker room and grabbed the last of their gear. "I love you," Pavel told the three of them as they stepped outside.

"We love you too," Chris replied. Nick only smiled softly as he opened the trunk and they tossed their belongs inside.

"Just take care of yourself and we'll be happier," Hank said.

"I will," Pavel promised. He looked at the side of his face and shook his head at the dark purple bruise on his cheek. "Homer or Cheli sleeping with anyone on the team? If they are, I think we'll be talking to a few more teammates before I end up with another irate lover trying to kill me."

"I don't know," Nick said. "But we'll find out."

"Can I check Shanny into the boards at the next practice?" Hank asked. "I'll behave after that."

"Hank," Pavel sighed. "You promise to me that you'll drop it after?" he conceded, knowing Hank would not let it drop until he sought some sort of revenge.

"Yes."

"Just don't hurt him too bad. We need him, and you, on the team."

"Of course," Hank agreed. "I'll just startle him a bit."

Pavel shook his head in resignation. "What about you two?" he asked Nick and Chris.

"We're fine," Chris told him. "We won't do anything to him."

"Fine," Pavel agreed and climbed into the car. Hank slid into the backseat beside him. "So," he started with a smile. "How was playing goalie?" he teased, patting the top of Chris' head.

"You don't play goalie, you become the goalie."

Nick snorted. "You're full of it."

"You're just jealous that I'm the goalie and you're just the lowly defenseman."

"At least I'm not crazy and think I can hear the ice."

Chris laughed, the sound lifting the mood in the car tremendously. "I don't think I can hear the ice. I know I can hear it. If you three would shut up long enough, you'd hear it too."

Pavel laughed softly and relaxed against Hank. "What did I do to deserve a goalie as a mate?"

"Something right, that's for sure," Hank replied.

Pavel nodded. He was lucky to have all three men in his life and knew that no matter what any of them said, he wouldn't trade any of them in for someone else. They were perfect and they were his.

Fic: Werewolves: Guess Who's Home

Tue, 08 Jul 2008 16:17:23 GMT

Title: Guess Who's Home
Authors: Dee and Ginny 2wingsnuts
Team: Detroit Red Wings
Warnings: RPS, AU, Werewolves, threesome
Pairing: Brendan Shanahan/Steve Yzerman/Chris Chelios
Rating: FRAO
Summary: Brendan finds his mate and Steve has a few worries
Author's Notes: This is an AU about werewolves. If this isn't your thing, no one is going to force you to read it. A small break for Hank and Ryan's story to tell you about a few of the others.

Steve tugged at his dark brown collar nervously as he continued to pace the room. Brendan had told him that he was bringing his mate home to meet him and Steve was almost ready to climb the walls from the frustration. A new mate usually meant a new Puppy and, a fact he was not very proud of, he did not want to share his Werewolf with another Puppy. A mate was fine but a Puppy was something totally different.

Glancing in the mirror he smiled at his collar and remembered Brendan presenting him with the brown collar. It was the exact color of his Werewolf's eyes and that made him love the collar even more. He turned and took a deep breath when the door finally opened and Brendan stepped in, a man standing behind him.

"Cheli?" Steve asked in confusion. "You're Bren's mate?"

Cheli smiled nervously at Steve. "Yeah," he confirmed. "I hope you're not disappointed."

"But - but you don't have a Puppy," Steve pointed out.

"I don't," Cheli agreed and stepped farther into the room. He cast a quick glance at Brendan. "I don't understand," he whispered and moved closer to Steve.

"What?" Steve asked as he looked at both of them.

"I think you're my Puppy too," Cheli whispered.

"Can that happen?" Steve asked, more nervous than he'd been in years. "I thought each werewolf had their own Puppy.

Brendan shrugged and reached out to rest a hand on Steve's shoulder, squeezing comfortingly. "It's not common, but it's not unheard of that mates share Puppies instead of each having one."

"But..." Steve shook his head. "That's...I..." He took a deep breath. "Share? You two will share me?" He stepped away. "I know how possessive Brendan is. Won't you two hurt me?"

"No!" both of them said quickly.

"Maybe I should go," Cheli said, looking down. "I'll see you later Brendan."

"No," Steve cried out. "Brendan's waited a long time to find his mate. Please don't leave because of me." He ran his hands through his hair. "Can...maybe...How about we take some time before I become your Puppy officially?" he asked. "I just know how strong the pull is and I don't want either of you to feel bad if I'm accidentally hurt."

"Of course," Brendan agreed. He pressed a soft kiss against the back of Steve's neck, over his collar. "We're going to go slow. All of us."

"I can do that," Cheli grinned. "Thank you."

"How long have you known that you're mates?" Steve asked them.

"A few weeks," Brendan answered honestly.

"I didn't suspect a thing until I was here," Cheli admitted. "We were taking things slow because of you. We want you to accept me as his mate. If you don't I'll leave," Cheli shrugged.

Steve was quiet for a minute. "What if I don't accept you?"

"We haven't mated yet," Brendan replied quietly.

"I'll leave," Cheli said. "Everyone will be okay. I'm not going to come between you two. I told you that."

Steve nodded. He walked over and kissed Cheli softly. "You don't have to go anywhere," he promised.

Cheli sighed in relief. "Thank you. I'll guarantee you never regret that decision."

"I never will," Steve promised.

"Thank you," Brendan told his Puppy seriously.

Steve smiled at him. "I always knew that I'd have to share you with a mate one of these days. I'm just glad it's Cheli."

"And no other Puppies?" Brendan asked with a laugh.

Steve blushed dark red and turned away.

Brendan pulled him close and kissed him gently. "I didn't want to share you either," he admitted.

"Mates are fine," Steve insisted. "I just don't want another Puppy."

"Don't want another one either," Cheli replied gently. "I'm happy with you willing to be my Puppy too."

Steve smiled brightly and leaned over, kissing Cheli softly.

Brendan breathed a sigh of relief. This was going better than he had hoped.

"So," Steve laughed. "When are you two going to mate? Have you decided?"

"We haven't decided," Brendan admitted. "We wanted to talk to you first."

Steve nodded thoughtfully. "I'd never stand between you and your mate," he said softly. "Whenever you want to mate is fine with me. I would like to make it through the first full moon before I become Cheli's Puppy though."

"Of course," Cheli agreed. "Only when you're comfortable."

"Thank you. I want this but I'm just nervous." Steve laughed slightly. "This was more than I was expecting but I'm not upset. Just nervous."

"You'll be fine. In fact, let's start early," Brendan whispered and nudged Steve toward Cheli. "Just a kiss. I'll kiss him first if you want."

"You don't have to," Cheli started to say but was cut off as Steve pulled him close for a kiss.

"My wonderful Puppy," Brendan whispered and kissed above his collar again.

Steve gasped as he pulled away for air before kissing Cheli again.

Cheli responding eagerly to the kiss, reaching around to hold onto Brendan as well.

"God, this is better than I could have imagined," Brendan murmured and pressed his rapidly hardening cock against Steve's ass. "You two are so hot."

"I think I changed my mind," Steve said.

Immediately Brendan stepped away as Cheli did the same.

"Okay," Cheli agreed and took a deep breath. "I'll leave. I'm sorry."

"No," Steve said, realizing that they'd misunderstood him. He reached for them both. "I don't want to go slow."

Cheli laughed in relief and pulled Steve back in his arms. "We're not completing our pack yet," he insisted and kissed the other man.

"But soon," Brendan replied as he pressed against Steve's back again. "Real soon."

"Good," Steve breathed. "Can I kiss you again?"

Cheli nodded and kissed Steve deeply, carefully cupping his captain's erection through his pants. "God Stevie, you are a great kisser."

"I think he gets better every day," Brendan smiled.

"Chris," Steve moaned and pushed against the other man. "More?" He looked over his shoulder at Brendan.

"Can we do more or are we going slower than this?"

"You can do more," Brendan smiled. "I'll tell you if you need to stop."

Steve smiled in relief and pressed closer to Cheli, caressing the other man's cock. "How much more do you want?" he asked.

Chris moaned softly as he pulled Steve even closer, causing him to press harder against his cock. "As much as you'll give me."

Steve grinned. "I'll let you come," he promised and kissed Cheli again. "If Bren agrees, and you don't think this is too soon, I'll let you come inside me."

"As long as he's not between us, it'll be okay," Brendan said after a minute.

Cheli nodded but looked slightly uncertain. "Are you sure Brendan? I don't want you to be mad after I leave."

Brendan leaned over and kissed him softly. "I'm sure."

Steve smiled and unbuttoned his pants, seconds later standing pantless in front of Cheli. "Hi," he smirked. "I'm all yours."

Cheli moaned softly. "I was just happy to find my mate, now I have you and my Puppy," he told Brendan with a soft smile.

"He's a wonderful Puppy," Brendan praised as he ran his hand lovingly down Steve's back.

"Cheli, may I keep the collar Bren gave me?" Steve asked softly.

"Of course you can keep it," Cheli said quickly. "I'd never make you get a different one. It looks good on you."

"He'll look good on you too," Brendan said with a wicked grin.

"Yeah?" Cheli smiled and pulled Steve closer. "Should we find out in the bedroom?"

"Yes," Steve agreed, but didn't move.

Brendan grinned and pulled Steve and Cheli into the bedroom. "Show me what you've got," he said.

Steve grinned and tackled Cheli onto the bed.

"Wow," Cheli grinned and kissed Steve deeply.

"Here," Brendan replied as he placed the lube in Cheli's hand. "You might need this."

Cheli caught Brendan's hand. "Thank you for taking this so well."

"Just don't hurt my Puppy," Brendan said and smiled. "Which I know you'll never do."

"Never," Cheli agreed. He knelt over Steve, running his hands under his shirt and feeling the smooth muscles of his soon to be Puppy.

"Yes," Steve agreed and arched toward Cheli. "More. Please?"

Cheli took a deep breath and concentrated on not just ripping the shirt off.

"It's old," Steve laughed. "Rip it if you want."

"He only wears new clothes when he leaves the house," Brendan grinned.

"Smart Puppy," Cheli laughed. He easily ripped the jeans off and tossed them away before gazing down at the man underneath him.

"Good Puppy," Brendan finished.

"Chris," Steve moaned and hooked a leg around the other man's shoulders. "Please keep going."

"I'll make this good for you," Cheli promised.

"I know," Steve assured him. He could feel the pull toward Chris and knew from experience that it was the pull of the Puppy to the Werewolf.

"Not yet," Brendan whispered. "But soon."

Cheli nodded and leaned down, kissing Steve again.

Steve moaned softly into the kiss, his hands scrambling over Cheli's shirt as he tried to pull him closer.

"I'll help," Brendan said and reached over, helping Steve removed Cheli's clothing before handing the Werewolf lube.

"Thank you," Steve whispered as the last of the clothes were tossed away.. He lay back as Cheli slowly started to stretch him.

"Yes," Cheli whispered. "He's so perfect." He leaned down and kissed Steve's shoulder. "You okay?" he asked as he pushed another finger inside.

"Yes," Steve assured him with a soft smile. "Keep going."

Cheli nodded and finished stretching the man beneath him. He glanced at Brendan as he covered his erection with the lube. "Thank you," he whispered and slowly started to push inside Steve.

"Chris," Steve breathed, clenching lightly around the other man.

"Steve," Cheli replied and leaned down, setting a slow rhythm. He jumped slightly when he felt Brendan's hands on his shoulders.

"Keep going," Brendan whispered.

Cheli nodded and turned back to Steve. He started thrusting faster, placing a sloppy kiss to Steve's lips.

"Chris," Steve cried out and arched toward him.

"Steve," Cheli breathed, growling softly as Brendan pressed a soft line of kissed down his back.

"God, you two look so hot," Brendan whispered and ran his fingers down Chris' ass.

"Feels so good," Steve murmured

"It's gonna feel even better soon," Brendan promised as he sucked lightly on the back of Chris' neck.

Cheli nodded and leaned back against Brendan before pushing hard into Steve.

"Aren't you going to join us?" Steve asked before crying out and clawing at Cheli's shoulders. "Chris, feels good."

Brendan nodded as he pushed a finger against Cheli's entrance. "Patience, our eager Puppy," he teased.

Cheli grinned and pushed back against Brendan. "What about your eager mate?"

"You need patience too," Brendan laughed as his finger slipped inside Cheli's body.

Steve moaned softly as Cheli moved against him in response to what Brendan was doing. "I love being a Puppy."

Brendan laughed as he pushed a second finger inside his mate. "Silly Puppy." He stretched Cheli quickly before pushing inside. "We'll have to put Puppy in middle some time," he whispered in Cheli's ear.

"As soon as we make this official," Cheli agreed. He felt Steve clench around him and knew the other man was close. "Soon. Very soon."

Brendan pushed in deeper and gasped. "Soon," he muttered.

"Now," Steve gasped as he arched up and clenched hard around Cheli as he came between.

"Fantastic Puppy," Cheli told him, leaning down and kissing him before pulling out and reaching behind himself for Brendan.

Brendan started thrusting harder and nipped at Cheli's neck. "You two turned me on so bad," he stated. "I'm not gonna last much longer."

"I'm barely lasting now," Cheli laughed breathlessly. He pushed back against his mate, reaching down to stroke his leaking cock. "Harder," he whispered.

Brendan nodded as he started thrusting deeper. "Let me," he murmured and reached for Cheli's cock.

"Bren," Cheli managed before howling loudly.

Brendan locked eyes with Steve before his howl mixed in with his mate's.

When they finally slumped to the bed, Steve moved until he was draped over them both. "That was fantastic. And I've been Brendan's Puppy for years, I know fantastic."

"You still sure about this?" Cheli asked.

"Of course," Steve grinned. "You were fantastic." He kissed Cheli softly. "You were too," he told Brendan before kissing him also.

Brendan shifted until he was lying between them, his arms wrapped around both. "Thank you Steve."

"Thank you," Steve replied. "I'm happy you found your mate and I'm glad it's Cheli. I'm going to enjoy being his Puppy too."

"I promise," Cheli told them. "I'll make sure you don't regret that it's me."

"Never will," Steve promised and kissed Cheli again.

"Same here," Brendan agreed. "This'll work but it's gonna be hard the first full moon, but we'll be okay."

"We'll get through that and then we'll make this official?" Steve asked.

"Yes," Brendan promised. "We'll get through that and then we'll be a pack."

Steve yawned and shifted closer to Brendan. It had been a long day, between worrying about the mate and another Puppy and ending in sex. "Great," he said sleepily.

"Come Puppy, let's get some sleep," Brendan told him as he pulled Cheli closer. "You are planning on staying, right?"

"You're not going to get rid of me now," Cheli told him, smiling.

"Better not," Steve said firmly. "We want you here." He yawned again and closed his eyes. "I want you both here."

Brendan smiled and kissed Steve softly. "No one is going anywhere."

"Good," Cheli laughed and tucked the covers around them. "But, let's go out for breakfast in the morning, okay?"

"Deal," the other two agreed.

Cheli smiled and slowly closed his eyes. This day had gone better than any of them could have imagined.

End

Fic: Vampires: Turning Chris

Sat, 28 Jun 2008 16:28:34 GMT

Title: Vampires: Turning Chris
Authors: Dee and Ginny 2wingsnuts
Team: Detroit Red Wings
Warnings: AU, RPS, moresome, vampires
Disclaimer: These are real and this is obvious fiction. Not true in the slightest
Pairing: Pavel Datsyuk/Henrik Zetterberg/Nick Lidstrom/Chris Osgood
Rating: FRAO
Summary: They travel to Canada to learn about hockey there and find something important
Authors Notes: For Kathie and Mer.

This is an AU. It's stated several times that this is an AU about vampires. If this isn't your thing, then don't read it. Easy.

Pavel wrapped his arms around Henrik's waist and rested his chin on the other man's shoulder. They were watching Nicklas skate around on the pond, cheeks red and blond hair fluttering in the breeze. He was beautiful.

"Yes he is," Henrik replied softly. Pavel smiled and shook his head, amazed by his lover's ability to know exactly what he was thinking.

"Pavel, Henrik," Nicklas said as he skated toward them, one of his cousins walking in the opposite direction. "I just received word that Canada is organizing hockey. They have leagues and official teams. Should we go? See about playing?"

Pavel nodded. "Canada? We haven't been to Canada yet. What do you think Henrik?"

"I think it sounds like a great idea," Henrik agreed. "I'd love to see what they're doing differently."

"You just want another excuse to play more," Pavel teased.

Henrik smiled and nodded. "Maybe. I can't play football all the time, can I?"

"Why not?" Nicklas smiled. "You look great playing football. I could watch all day."

"He's right," Pavel laughed. "But you look amazing playing hockey, too."

Henrik laughed. "You're both biased."

"Not biased," Pavel said softly.

"We just love you," Nicklas finished.

"I love you too," Henrik said, a large smile on his face. He went on brightly. "So ... when do we leave?"

"I'll get started on the arrangements when we get back to the house," Pavel replied softly. "We'll need to find chosen and someone to help us get used to the land.”

"I can take a few of my cousins with us," Nicklas suggested.

"That would be good," Henrik said. "How much do they know of us in Canada?"

Pavel shrugged. "As far as I know, it's been years since our kind has been there." He stepped away from the two men and sighed heavily. "I don't know if anyone is still there that would know about vampires." He paced along the lake for a few minutes before stopping in front of his lovers. "I'm not taking you there and potentially putting either of you in danger. I'm going to town. I will return before nightfall." He turned sharply on his heel before disappearing out of sight.

"That was...unusual," Henrik whispered.

Nicklas nodded, watching as Pavel disappeared from sight. "Come," he said to Henrik as he took his skates off. "Let's go."

"Where are we going?" Henrik asked curiously as he followed Nicklas toward the general direction of the houses.

"To talk to my uncle," Nicklas answered. "Pavel's not the only one wondering what things will be like over there."

~*~*~

Pavel slipped quietly into the house and carefully made his way up the stairs. He could feel peace through the bond, so he was hoping that both his lovers were asleep because he was late. He gently opened the door and stepped into the bedroom, stripping off his clothes as he walked to the bed.

"We were starting to wonder if you were coming home tonight," Henrik said, breaking the quiet.

"I am sorry," Pavel whispered. "I have the trip planned though." He ran his fingers through his hair. "It took a bit longer than expected but I did find a family of chosen. Candice is sending a message to them and they will meet us at the dock. I am sorry I lied, my love."

"Why did you think you had to?" Nicklas asked.

"I really thought I'd be back before nightfall," Pavel replied. "But it's almost dawn."

"We would have helped," Henrik pointed out.

"I'm sorry," he repeated and stepped closer to them. "I just sometimes feel that I need to take care of you both. I don't want you two to worry about anything."

Henrik and Nicklas both laughed softly and pulled Pavel toward them. "We love you, but you can't do everything for us," Nick said gently.

"I want to," Pavel replied as he wrapped his arms around both men. "I want to take care of you both." He breathed in the smell of his two lovers. "I love you two and I love making you happy. We leave in two days for Canada. We'll have two chosen on the boat with us and they know the family that will be waiting for us." He smiled and kissed Henrik's neck before kissing Nicklas' as well.

"Thank you," Nicklas said. "I love it here, but I can't wait to be there."

"You just want to see what they're doing on the ice," Henrik teased.

"Yes," Nicklas agreed immediately. "But there's something else." He shrugged. "It'll be an adventure."

~*~*~

"That's amazing," Pavel stated, shaking his head as he watched the Canadian players on the rink. "The goalie is crazy though."

Nick grinned. "Look at him." He flinched as a puck almost hit the goalie in the face. "You're right Pav, he's absolutely insane," he said as the man knocked the puck away, laughing.

"Wait," Pavel whispered as he leaned to the side and rested his head on the wall. "Nicklas? Henrik? Can you two feel it? I don't know who but one of them is our - "

"It's the goalie," Nicklas interrupted absently.

"What?" Henrik asked, looking toward the men on the ice. He frowned slightly as he concentrated on the men they were watching.

"The fourth," Pavel replied. "The goalie." He smiled. "He's Nicklas' main piece. I'm glad we found him."

"He's beautiful," Henrik replied as he studied the goalie.

They watched the game intently, admiring the speed and skill of the Canadian players.

"He doesn't know about vampires," Nicklas said suddenly.

"Are you sure?" Pavel asked. "Do you know who he is?"

"I don't know his name," Nicklas admitted. "But how many chosen are in this area?" He recoiled as the puck bounced off the goalie's shoulder. The puck was sent back down the ice. "How do we approach him if he doesn't know about our kind?"

Henrik smiled. "We just introduce ourselves," he replied. "Get to know him. It will be easy."

Pavel laughed as the practice broke up and the players skated off in different directions. "Then let's go down and see if we can play with them."

Henrik and Nicklas followed after him, but Nicklas quickly took the lead, reaching the team a few steps in front of them.

"Hi," the man greeted, looking up at them with an easy smile. "You guys play?"

"Yes," Nicklas replied.

"Great. Name's Chris," he said as he held out his hand.

"Nicklas," he greeting shaking the man's hand. "And this is Pavel and Henrik."

"Nice to meet you," the blond man smiled. His grin grew when an outraged shout drifted toward them. "Just a second," he told them.

"Of course," Henrik replied as Chris walked away.

"Yes, that's him," Nicklas whispered. "I'm sure of it."

"Sorry," Chris apologized when he returned. "I had to go take credit for something." He looked at them quizzically. "You're new to town?"

"We're from Sweden," Nicklas replied.

"Really?" Chris smiled. "We've heard great things about European players but we haven't seen too many of them yet."

"How long have you been playing?" Henrik asked.

"Personally, since I was three. With these guys? Two years. What about you three?"

"Almost all my life," Nicklas answered. "These two have been playing longer than you'd believe."

"You bring your skates?" Chris asked as several men started skating around them.

"Yes," Pavel replied. Chris smiled slowly.

"Go put them on. We'll play a quick game."

A few minutes later they were on ice, skating down the rink shooting the puck at Chris.

~*~*~

Pavel walked up behind Henrik and kissed his neck softly.

"Love you," he whispered against the sweaty skin before dragging his fangs along the slightly stubbled surface.

"Love you too," Henrik moaned as he leaned back in Pavel's embrace.

"Nicklas is skating with Chris and won't be home for hours and I'm hungry for something Swedish," he teased before breaking the skin and sucking gently. As Henrik moaned, Pavel thought he heard footsteps approaching.

"What the..." a slightly familiar voice muttered.

Pavel pulled back and they both turned around.

"Chris," Pavel began when, as he knew they would, they saw the shorter blond man standing behind them. He could feel Henrik's dismay and worry.

"This is a joke. Benny's getting back at me because of what I did to his skates," Chris said unbelievingly, but he couldn't look away from the drops of blood that were currently sliding down Henrik's neck. When he finally did, it was only to look at Pavel's still extended fangs.

"Chris," he tried again and took a step toward him.

"Wait," Chris said as he took a step back. "What's goin' on? Is it Benny? Or is someone else playing a prank?"

Pavel retracted his fangs and ran his hand along his mouth. "Chris," he said softly. "This is not a joke." He looked back at Henrik and saw the still bleeding wounds. "Hold on," he requested. "Please? I cannot have him hurt." When Chris nodded as he still stared at them, Pavel turned back to his lover and licked the skin, closing the wound quickly. He rubbed Henrik's arms for a moment before turning back to Chris. "We need to talk; or rather we have something we need to tell you."

"What's going on?" Nicklas asked, walking up behind Chris.

Chris flinched in surprise. "Are you like them?"

"Chris walked in on Henrik and me," Pavel replied. "It appears that we will have to tell him sooner than expected."

"Are you like them?" Chris repeated as he tried to step farther away from the men.

"Yes," Nicklas replied. "We won't hurt you," he promised. "We will never hurt you. We don't do that. We're probably what you think we are but we don't hurt people."

"Why don't we have a seat and I'll start from the beginning?" Pavel asked.

Chris glanced around, trying to figure out if he wanted privacy or people around for this conversation.

"Chris," Nicklas said quietly. "Please?"

Pavel took a chair and placed it next to the open door. "You can sit there and we'll be on the other side of the room. Will that make you feel better?"

"Y-yes," Chris replied as he took the chair.

He smiled. "We are vampires," Pavel began as he told their story. He told Chris about mates, about meeting Henrik and Nicklas, their chosen and finally ending with softly, and vaguely, explaining about how they were still missing a piece and believed he was in Canada. An hour later, he leaned back and smiled. "Any questions?"
"Yes."

"Are you going to ask?" Nicklas asked when Chris didn't go on. Pavel reached out and squeezed his shoulder reassuringly, trying to dispel the unease that had been building in his lover.

"Are there other vampires in Canada? Everyone knows the legends, but they're always set in other places. Does it hurt to be fed from? What happens if you can't find your mate?"

"I believe there might be a few in Canada. We found a family of chosen, the Yzermans, but I have yet to find other vampires." Pavel smiled softly. "To be honest, I haven't been looking," he admitted. "We have found our fourth but if he decides not to be turned, we go on. None of us will turn him unwillingly and we will wait until his soul is reborn before looking for him again. Henrik and Nicklas can explain the feeding better than I can. I am the last born-vampire so I was never human and when they feed from me, I am sure I experience different emotions than they did." At Chris' quizzical look, he continued. "For me, the experience with my mates’ borders on the euphoria that one feels from an intense orgasm," he explained.

"It's pleasant," Nicklas said. "But it varies. When it's with your mates before you've bonded, it's more vivid than you can imagine. Everything is sharper." He paused and shrugged sheepishly. "It's hard to explain."
Chris nodded a bit. "You've found your fourth?" he asked them.

"Yes," Henrik whispered. "We found our fourth."

"Who? Do I know him?"

"It's you," Henrik mumbled looking down at his hands. Pavel brushed his hair out of his face lovingly before looking at Chris.

"He's right. It's you. Now that you know about us and know that your soul is destined to be with us, it is up for you to decide," he softly explained. "We won't think any different of you if you decline."

"This isn't an elaborate joke?"

"No."

"You can feel it," Nicklas whispered.

"Maybe," Chris said. He was quiet for a minute. "Okay."

"Okay?" Pavel asked.

Chris shrugged. "I've always been up for anything once. I'm still not sure about this," he admitted. "Vampires. Who would have thought it?"

"It's true," Henrik said.

"Yeah, I guess it is, isn't it?" Chris asked as he stared at the Henrik's neck.

Pavel laughed. "You, dear Chris, are definitely one in a million, as the saying goes." He smiled gently. "You said you were unsure, so now everything lies in your hands. We will still be around you, nothing in our behavior will change toward you, and it is up to you to let us know when you want to be turned. I will not turn you until you are sure."

"Thank you," Chris said. He laughed uncertainly. "I'm not sure about the turning thing," he admitted.

"We won't push," Pavel promised.

"We'll just hope you eventually say yes," Nicklas warned.

"Thanks," Chris said with a smile. "Could ... could one of you feed from me?"

"I can't," Pavel replied softly and studied Nicklas intently for a moment. "It is my soul that is coming together and I would not be able to stop until you are turned. Henrik could, the pull is not as strong as it is with Nicklas and I."

"What?" Nicklas asked.

"I told you about pieces, yes? Well, Henrik is the main piece of my soul, and I am his. I am sure that Chris' soul is the main piece of yours, so it would be difficult for you to only feed from him. The urge to turn him will be great and he is not ready for that. Henrik is the only one that his feelings will only slightly magnify and not completely overwhelm him."

"One day we're going to get you to explain everything," Nicklas told him. Pavel only smiled.

"Do you want me to feed from you?" Henrik asked Chris.

"Yes," Chris replied as he looked at the three men. "I do."

"Okay," Henrik agreed. He walked over to Chris and pulled him into his arms. "This won't hurt," he promised, placing a soft kiss against Chris' lips before licking across his neck and carefully sinking his fangs in.

A few seconds later, he pulled back and licked the wound closed.

"That was..." Chris trailed off and touched his neck. He smiled when he noticed the lack of blood.

"Did it hurt?" Henrik whispered as he slowly lowered his arms and stepped away.

"No," Chris said in amazement. "Not at all."

"How do you feel?" Pavel asked.

"Hard," he admitted with a slight blush. He studied Nicklas and Pavel for a long moment before nodding. "I would like tonight to think but first I would like to do two things."

"Of course," Pavel softly replied.

Chris walked over to him and pulled the dark-haired man into his arms before kissing him deeply. Pulling away quickly, he stepped to Nicklas and wrapped his arms tightly around the taller man before leaning up and capturing his mouth in a deep, passionate kiss.

Nicklas wrapped his hand around the back of Chris' neck, pulling him closer. He pulled back reluctantly, smiling at the slightly glazed expression in Chris' eyes and his swollen lips.

"Chris!" the shout echoed toward them a few seconds before one of his teammates appeared in the doorway. "Come on, we have a game," he reminded him.

"I'll see you later," Chris replied with a smile before disappearing out of the room.

"Oh God," Nicklas moaned. "That's what it’s like when you kiss Henrik? No wonder you two are always kissing."

"What do you mean?" Pavel asked with a laugh.

"Like you'd be happy doing that for the rest of your life. I didn't think I could get this hard from just a kiss," Nicklas laughed.

It was Henrik's turn to laugh as he pulled Nicklas to them. "Let us take care of you. Hopefully we'll be complete soon but for now, you'll just have to live with us," he teased.

"And that's such a terrible thing," Nicklas laughed as they fell on the bed.

~*~*~

"What are you smiling about?" Pavel asked Nicklas as they sat in the stands, watching the game.

"I just am. If you'd told me a few years ago that I'd be mates with two vampires and in Canada, searching for our fourth, I would have thought you were crazy," he said. "And now--"

"Now you can't imagine anything else," Henrik finished.

"Exactly," Nicklas agreed as he watched the puck bounce off of Chris' shoulder. "I can't believe we're all hockey players."

Pavel laughed. "Same here but at least we have something in common and we're not being drawn to people we can't relate to."

"Pavel," Henrik laughed. "If you are supposed to be new and from Russia, you might want to break up your English."

Pavel shrugged. "One day I'll surprise you both and only speak in Russian. What will you do then?" he asked as the game ended.

"Maybe we'll surprise you by answering you in Russian," Nicklas smirked.

"You're going to learn Russian?" Pavel asked as they made their way down to the ice.

"If it's good enough for you," Henrik teased. "Besides, you speak Swedish."

"Of course I do," Pavel laughed. "I speak a lot of languages and I've spent more of my life in Sweden than in Russia. I needed to learn the language to communicate."

"You made it," Chris greeted with his customary wide smile as he wiped the sweat from his face. "What do you think? You wanna try out for one of the teams?"

Nicklas grinned. "Do you really think that's a good idea?"

"Of course. We need all the good players we can get," Chris said before mumbling something else.

"What was that?" Pavel asked.

"Want to get together tonight?" he vaguely asked. "I've been thinking about what we talked about last night and I'm sure. No doubts."

Pavel smiled. "Excellent. Come by when you're done here. We'll be at home, trying to talk Nicklas into trying out for one of the teams."

"I don't see what would be bad about joining a team," Nicklas said.
Pavel laughed. "I know my love. We'll see you tonight."

Chris nodded. "We'll discuss the game, practice a few things and I'll see you in a few hours," he promised.

~*~*~

"Calm down," Pavel whispered as he kissed the back of Nicklas' neck. "You are too tense. He said he would be here."

"I know. I'm just nervous," Nicklas replied, leaning back against Pavel.

"Don't be," Pavel encouraged as he gently pierced the skin before licking the blood away. He smiled when he felt some of the nervousness ease from the other man's body.

"He's the last?"

"Yes," Pavel nodded. "I believe so. It is extremely rare for there to be more than four."

"He's late."

"They were going over the game. Think about how Henrik is with football."

"You're right," Nicklas agreed.

"Of course I am," Pavel laughed as Henrik walked into the room, Chris right behind him.

"Sorry," Chris said, smiling. "Had to hide a guy's skates; took longer than I expected."

"Why?" Pavel asked.

"I have to keep them from taking themselves too seriously," Chris explained, smiling at both of them. He looked to all three. "So ... what happens now?"

"Now," Henrik smiled. "We ask, are you sure this is what you want?"

"Yes." Chris nodded. "I am ready to be turned. Sounds like a great adventure and I am looking forward to getting to know you three better."

"You must decide how you want to be turned. What you would like to happen before, this is. After you are turned, your instincts take over and you honestly have no control. You will make love to all of us before morning but what happens prior..." Pavel smiled.

"How were you two turned?" Chris asked as he looked at Henrik and Nicklas.

"Pavel fed from me before we made love. He turned me and we made love again," Henrik answered.

"Henrik fed from me before we made love. Pavel made love to me and turned me after. Then I made love to them," Nicklas replied.

"Can two of you feed from me before?" Chris then asked.

"Yes," Pavel nodded.

"And you'll turn me?" he asked Pavel. He nodded again. "I want Nicklas to make love to me and feed from me. Then I want you to feed from me and turn me. Henrik has already fed from me, so I'd like to wait to make love to him until after I'm turned."

Nicklas walked up to and wrapped his arms around him. "We have to feed from you to orgasm,” he warned. “This is your last chance to change your mind, are you sure?"

"Yes," Chris whispered firmly, knowing that nothing could happen to make him walk away now.

Nicklas nodded and pulled Chris closer before lowering his head and kissing him softly. He moaned as the kiss deepened and Chris' fingers dug into his back.

Pavel wrapped his arms tightly around Henrik as they watched clothes fall to the floor. "We're almost whole," he whispered in the other man's ear.

Henrik smiled at Pavel, kissing him deeply. "I'm happy for you."

"For us."

"Of course for us," Henrik agreed, but he knew that it was most important of all for Pavel that they were whole.

When Chris cried out, Pavel looked over as Nicklas began to thrust into the shorter man's body. "For us," Pavel whispered. "For Nicklas too. I know how happy you make me and I can't wait for him to feel the same happiness that I do when I'm with you."

Chris arched up closer to Nicklas as he twisted to get closer to him. "Nicklas ... Nick ... Nicklas," he panted in time with the thrusts.

"Come," Pavel whispered to Henrik, pulling him to join the other two on the bed.

"Chris," Nicklas groaned before Henrik leaned over and kissed along his neck.

"Yes," Chris half screamed as Pavel wrapped his hand around the leaking erection and stroked him in time to Nicklas' thrusts.

"Come for us," Pavel breathed against the shorter man's ear. "Let him feel you come."

Chris cried out his agreement as he came hard, clenching tightly around the cock buried inside him. Nicklas hissed in pleasure before leaning down and biting his neck as he came soon after.

"Pull back now," Pavel instructed Nicklas softly, running a hand down the strong back.

"Sorry," Nicklas gasped. He licked the wound closed before pulling Pavel close for a deep kiss.

"You're doing fine," Pavel assured him. He looked down at Chris. "Are you ready?"

"Yes."

"Good." Pavel pulled Henrik close before biting his neck and sucking briefly. He pulled Nicklas to him and bit him as well, letting their blood mingle with his. "It will be painful for a moment but then you will feel better than you ever have," he whispered in Chris' ear before leaning down, piercing the other man's neck and began to drink quietly.

As the heartbeat began to slow, Pavel pulled away and licked the wound closed. Quickly biting his wrist, as he had done with the others, Pavel held it to Chris' mouth. "Drink," he ordered.

Chris latched on and began to suck greedily. Pavel ran his other hand through the blond hair before gently pulling his arm away. "Nicklas," he gently requested and pulled the other blond man close. "Hold him." Nicklas nodded and wrapped his arms protectively around the new vampire.

"Are you okay?" Henrik whispered, wrapping his arms around Pavel's waist.

"I think so," Pavel whispered, feeling the parts of their soul start to come together. "It's going to be okay," he promised the other two when the first tremor shook Chris' body.

"He hurts," Nicklas whispered as he looked up, tears streaming down his face.

"We know," Pavel sympathetically replied as he and Henrik lay down next to them, his arms wrapped around Chris' body and Henrik's arms wrapped around Nicklas'. "It will pass. I promise."

Nicklas whimpered as Chris cried out. "How long?"

"Just hold him," Pavel encouraged. "It will only last a little while longer but to you it will seem like forever."

Nicklas nodded and tightened his hold on Chris, placing a soft kiss to the younger man's blond hair. Several long minutes passed before he looked up. "It's starting to ease."

"Good." Pavel smiled and leaned over to place a soft kiss on Nicklas' lips.

Chris' blue eyes slowly blinked open. "I..." he moistened his lips. "Thank you."

"Thank you," Pavel corrected, kissing the side of Chris' mouth. "We're almost done now."

"Nicklas," Chris groaned and reached for the man. Henrik and Pavel both moved away as they came together and completed the bond.

~*~*~

Pavel walked the dark rooms to the house as his three mates slept upstairs. He had to be wrong. He was so sure this was it, he had hardly heard of a group of mates larger than four but here he was. He sighed heavily and stared out the window at the dark early morning sky. He was wrong. He just had to be.

Fic: Werewolves: Another Visit (RPS, Hank/Ryan

Wed, 25 Jun 2008 16:51:31 GMT

Title: Werewolves: Another Visit
Authors: Dee and Ginny 2wingsnuts
Disclaimer: Real people, unreal events
Teams: Detroit Red Wings, Buffalo Sabres (Michigan State Spartans)
Warnings: AU, Werewolves, RPS, explicit sex
Pairing: Henrik Zetterberg/Ryan Miller
Rating: FRAO
Summary: Hank visits Ryan at State again
Author's Notes: For Kathie and Mer. Because they never said Stop!

Hank cheered loudly with the rest of the people around him. He knew they tied but, with these two teams, that was as close as winning. He smiled when he saw his mate smile and talk easily to the reporter. He loved watching his mate like this and he knew that Ryan had a hard time catching his scent in this massive group of people because he had a hard time catching Ryan's scent also.

He politely pushed through the crowd, made his way to the parking lot and leaned against Ryan's car. His Spartan green shirt was an unusual addition to his wardrobe but he had a feeling it would soon be one of his favorite shirts after tonight. He was wearing it with pride as he waited for his mate to appear.

It took a while for Ryan to appear and even then, he was side tracked by questions from fans and reporters. Hank smiled when Ryan spotted him. The grin that crossed Ryan's face made the wait more than worth it.

"Surprise," Hank said and laughed.

"Nice shirt," Ryan replied as he pulled out his keys and unlocked his car. "Ready to go get that pizza?"

"Are your friends going to tell me more embarrassing stories?" Hank asked with a grin.

"Probably," Ryan sighed good-naturedly.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world," Hank said as he got into the car. "Great game."

"How long were you here?" Ryan asked. "I never caught your scent."

"Too many sweaty people," Hank laughed. "And I was here since the beginning."

"What did you think?"

"That you're an amazing goalie," Hank smiled. "I also want to know if you can do some of those moves in bed."

Ryan laughed loudly and started the car. "Yes but I don't want to hurt you; you're not as flexible as I am."

"God," Hank moaned as images flooded his mind. "I'm more flexible than you think," he assured him.

"Then I'll show you some of my moves after we celebrate with the team," Ryan promised.

Hank grinned and bumped into him just before they separated to get into the car. "I can't wait."

~*~*~

"Hey Miller!" one of the guys greeted and passed Ryan a beer. "Congrats on the game," he yelled over the crowd.

"Thanks!" Ryan yelled back.

"Hey!" the man said as he turned to Hank. "I recognize you!"

"Me?" Hank asked, trying to quickly place the man and failing.

"Yeah. You played with Team Sweden at the World Championships!"

Hank smiled and nodded. "Yeah, that's me," he confirmed. "Henrik Zetterberg," he said and held out his hand. "Nice to meet you."

The guy laughed and poked Ryan before shaking Hank's hand. "You know everybody, Miller," he teased. "Name's John," he said before disappearing into the crowd.

"You have very strange friends," Hank whispered in Ryan's ear with a shake of his head.

"I know," Ryan grinned. "But they're fun."

"I can only imagine," Hank laughed. He pulled Ryan toward an empty table and found a waitress. They ordered and Hank leaned back in the chair, enjoying the look on his mate's face as everyone walked over and talked to him about the game.

"What?" Ryan asked after a few minutes.

"Nothing. You just really love this, don't you?"

"How could I not?" Ryan said as a reply. "It was a great game. We played hard and it only made the rivalry worse. I wouldn't have traded any of it for anything." He smiled. "But you," he mouthed.

Hank smiled softly but was interrupted by three more people sitting down at their table, bringing pizza with them.

"Miller," one of them said. "We intercepted your pizza."

"Thanks," Ryan replied as he reached for a slice. "Great game," he told them.

"Great goalie," another one commented as he poked Ryan.

"Hank, right?" one of the guys asked.

"Yes," Hank answered, taking the pizza that was shoved in his direction.

"Jack. That's Rob and the other one's Tim," he said, pointing to the other two. "Nice shirt."

Hank laughed. "Well, I couldn't exactly crash the game wearing maize and blue, could I?"

The four men turned and stared at him before breaking out in laughter.

"If ya did," Rob said, "We wouldn't let you be friends with Ryan anymore."

Ryan laughed and tossed a pretzel at them. "I can pick my own friends."

"Even you have better taste than to be friends with a Wolverine," Jack laughed.

Ryan laughed too. "You could have worn your jersey," he pointed out to Hank.

"The yellow and blue of Sweden?" Hank laughed. "Some might have taken that the wrong way."

"Too close," the others agreed. "People would have to pay too much attention during the games to realize it was in Swedish."

Ryan shrugged. "I like that jersey."

"I could have worn my red and white jersey but I like my new shirt," Hank grinned. "Hell, I spend so much time here, I might take classes," he teased.

Ryan laughed. "I think some people think you do already."

"You don't?" one of the guys laughed. "I could have sworn I saw you in my lit class," he teased.

Hank laughed and shook his head. "Maybe not lit," he said, his accent growing thicker at the idea. "Too much talking."

"Good point. Don't need all the girls falling at your feet. They seem to have a thing for accents around here."

"Not single," Hank reminded them. "You can keep the girls."

"Guess that means they're all mine, since Ryan here won't tell us who he's hooked up with," the guy grinned teasingly.

"Not gonna tell ya," Ryan said and laughed. "Cause if I did, you might try to steal them and I'd hate to kick your ass."

"Just because they'd see the awesomeness that is me and dump your skinny ass," his friend teased. "Hank, help me out here, any idea who Ryan's dating?"

Hank smiled. "I'm his best friend," he replied. "Of course I know."

"You gonna tell us? Or should we start guessin'?" Tim asked.

"You can guess, but he's threatened more than my life if I tell," Hank grinned.

Jack smiled knowingly and leaned over, whispering something in Hank's ear.

"Huh," Hank replied, his face expressionless.

"Am I right?" he insisted.

Ryan leaned back in his chair and smirked at his friend. "I threatened Hank's hair products if he told."

"Is that a yes?" Jack asked, still looking at Hank.

Hank smiled slowly. "Look at my hair. Seriously, you think I'm going to answer that?"

"You don't fight fair," he scowled at Ryan.

"He's a goalie," Hank laughed. "You should know by now that they play by their own rules."

"I'm going to find out one of these days," he promised with a friendly, challenging grin.

"Not gonna be hard," Ryan said with a laugh. "Cause I'm datin' your sister and usin' your bed."

"Jerk," he grinned. "Just for that, I'm takin' the last slice."

Hank smiled and glanced at his watch. "Sorry guys, but I'm gonna have to go. I have something I have to take care of in the morning. Ryan, stay and enjoy your post-game celebration." He stood, squeezed Ryan's shoulder and blended into the mass of people around them.

"I like him. He's a great hockey player too," Rob said once Hank was gone.

"Yeah," Ryan agreed. "He's the reason why I'm passing Swedish."

"And a good goalie?" Tim asked.

"Yeah," Ryan laughed. "He kicks my ass every time we play. He's got some killer moves and he's fast."

"Think he'd train with the rest of us too?"

"I'll ask him tomorrow," Ryan replied. He waved down the waitress, got their glasses filled and soon, another pizza was on its way.

Ryan helped finish the second pizza and then excused himself, telling them that he wanted to be at practice early the next day.

~*~*~

"Why'd you run out?" Ryan asked as he closed the door behind him. When he received no answer, he set off in search of his mate. "Hank?" he called out as he stepped into the bedroom. And grinned. "Hey sexy," he greeted as he watched Hank's hands slide along his body, one hand tweaking a nipple, the other ghosting down his cock. "This why you left? You wanted to play with yourself?"

"I wanted you to enjoy yourself with your teammates," Hank clarified. "And make sure I was more than ready by the time you got home. I know how horny winning makes you."

"So you decided to make me hornier?" Ryan asked. "By giving me you playing yourself?"

"Whatever works." Hank grinned at him and pulled him down until Ryan was sprawled over him. "I missed you."

"I missed you," Ryan replied and closed the distance, kissing Hank deeply. "Can I ask you somethin'?"

"Anything."

"Well, two things actually," Ryan laughed. "Will this change when we find our Puppies? Will I still feel like this toward you or will I gravitate toward my Puppy instead?"

"A little of both," Hank said. "You'll gravitate toward your Puppy, but this won't change. There will more." He frowned slightly. "Does that make sense?"

"Yes," Ryan replied. "I'll still want you as much as I do now but I'll want my Puppy more during a full moon." He nodded. "And who did Jack think I was datin'?"

Hank paused. "You might want to talk to your friend," he replied softly. "Cause you'll never believe who he guessed."

"Who?" Ryan asked again and poked him. "Tell me."

"He said my name," Hank whispered as he pulled away from Ryan. "He also said our secret was safe and then mumbled something about the pitcher on the baseball team."

"Rob," Ryan said with a small nod. He brought Hank back closer to him. "That secret is safe. And no one has come close to guessing that we're werewolves."

"No one will," Hank assured him. "But are you sure we can trust Jack?"

"Hank, I'd trust Jack with a lot but not the fact that we're werewolves. Don't worry. Jack won't say a thing because he's been with Rob for a while." He kissed Hank slowly. "Everything'll be fine."

"I trust you," Hank replied and pushed his hips toward Ryan's. "So, we gonna keep talking or you going to fuck me so hard my hips hurt?" He smiled slowly.

"Definitely the second," Ryan grinned. He gripped Hank's hips and pulled him close for a long, slow kiss.

"My Ryan," Hank moaned as he felt his mate's fingers slide easily into his body. "Feels good."

"God," Ryan groaned. "You really were getting ready for me, weren't you?"

Hank nodded. "I was lying here, waiting for you and remembering what your touch feels like as I stretched myself slowly, getting ready for you."

"You're going to be the death of me," Ryan whispered as he continued to work his fingers inside of Hank. "Thank you for coming out," he told him as he slowly removed his hand and lined his cock up with his mate's entrance.

"You told me how important the game was," Hank replied. "I told Coach I had the flu."

"Maybe I should get the flu and go back with you?" Ryan offered. He closed his eyes and hissed in pleasure. "I forgot how good this feels."

"See how good your Swedish is?" Hank asked before moaning. "Fuck, I think you get bigger every time."

Ryan stopped moving when he was fully sheathed. "Fuck," he whispered happily.

"More," Hank demanded as he thrust toward his mate. He growled softly. "Hard."

Ryan nodded and gripped the headboard before slamming back into his mate. "Hard. Fast. God, I missed you so much," he growled.

"I miss you," Hank growled back as he brought his legs up and wrapped them high around Ryan's waist. Moaning loudly, he tried to match each of his mate's thrusts.

Ryan moved faster before leaning down, careful to not force Hank to bend too much, and kissing his lover sloppily.

Hank smirked against Ryan's lips and pulled his legs toward him.

"Wha?" Ryan breathlessly asked.

"I stretch with goalie," Hank replied between moans.

Ryan grinned and bit down against Hank's lower lip. "I think I love you even more."

"That possible?" Hank asked with a smirk. He pushed toward Ryan and howled softly. "Not last much longer," he gasped out.

Ryan nodded. He reached down and grasped Hank's cock and stroked in time. "Love you," he said again, brushing the pad of his thumb over the tip of Hank's cock.

"Love you," Hank said the last word ending in a howl as he came hard between them, clenching tightly around Ryan's cock.

Ryan came almost immediately, deep inside Hank. He took a few seconds to catch his breath before kissing his lover, pulling out and flopping down next to him.

"Let's quit and just stay here forever," Hank gasped as he struggled to catch his breath.

"Okay," Ryan agreed.

"After you graduate," Hank clarified and curled closer to his mate. "I'll be here, naked, stretched and waiting for you."

"I'm going to graduate," Ryan promised. "But if you're here naked, stretched and waiting, how can you expect me to concentrate?"

"You're a goalie," Hank pointed out. "I thought you were good at concentrating."

"I am. Unless I have you ready and waiting for me," he grinned. "You ruin my concentration and I wouldn't have it any other way."

Hank sighed slightly. "Okay," he finally agreed. "I'll go back to Sweden and continue playing hockey, visiting you on full moons and random days. We retire before we get too old, that work?"

"I get you for the rest of the night?" Ryan asked.

"Of course," Hank assured him. "I leave while you're in class tomorrow."

Ryan sighed and gave him a tight hug. "Spring break is coming up soon," he said finally.

"Come to Sweden," Hank encouraged. "I'll send you a ticket. We'll spend most of our time in bed and you can watch me play hockey."

"I was hoping you'd say that," Ryan said. He grinned. "Dad already got me a ticket."

"Your father?" Hank asked in confusion.

"Brendan," Ryan explained with a mischievous grin.

"I'll send him flowers," Hank teased, leaned over and kissed Ryan softly.

"Have I mentioned how hot it is to see you in a Spartan's shirt?" Ryan asked.

"I have to cheer on my mate," Hank replied. "Besides, everyone around me had one on too. I had to blend in."

Ryan kissed him again. "Hot."

"You," Hank teased and kissed along Ryan's jaw. "If you got any hotter, you'd be swimming instead of playing hockey."

Ryan laughed and shifted closer. "Water polo isn't a good sport for me."

"Swimming?" Hank asked. "You could wear the European swimsuits."

"A Speedo?" Ryan asked, his eyes wide.

"What?" Hank grinned. "You'd look damn good in one."

Ryan thought about it. "Just for you, I wouldn't want to wear one in front of anyone else."

Hank smiled. "You're the greatest mate ever."

Ryan smirked. "I know. You're pretty good yourself."

"How good am I?" Hank asked with a teasing grin.

"The best," Ryan told him and kissed him softly.

Hank nuzzled his chin against Ryan, his beard leaving soft scratches. "That would be you."

"I think I'll fly out to Sweden for the full moon," Ryan murmured and wrapped his arms tightly around Hank. "That's how good you are."

Hank pressed a soft kiss into Ryan's long hair. "I'm glad I have you."

"Of course you are," Ryan smirked. "I'm the best goalie out there."

Hank laughed and kissed him again. "Goalies. I think I'm glad there's just one of you."

Ryan grinned. "I know something else you'd look good in."

"What's that?" Hank asked.

"Well, there's me, of course, but you'd also look good in my Spartan jersey." He leaned up and kissed Hank softly.

Hank grinned and sat up completely. "How about both?"

"Oh God," Ryan moaned. He stood and walked to the closet, pulling out a clean jersey. "Here," he said as he handed it to Hank and laid back down. "This'll be so fucking hot," he whispered to himself.

Hank grinned at him and slipped it over his head. "How do I look so far?" he asked, running his hands over the material.

"Good enough to eat," Ryan replied as he reached for his mate.

Hank laid back on the bed and spread his legs in invitation. "Go ahead," he smirked.

Ryan moved down Hank's body, running his tongue along his lover's cock before sucking softly on his mate's balls. Flicking his tongue against his mate's entrance, he moaned loudly when his tongue slid easily inside.

The familiar low rumble that always made Ryan harder than he thought possible filled the room. "Ryan," Hank moaned happily.

Ryan smiled and pushed his tongue deep inside, growling lightly as he scent of his mate filled him. He paused and looked toward the door.

"I heard it too," Hank confirmed with a sigh. "Don't answer it."

Ryan nodded and pushed his tongue in deeper only to pull back and sigh when loud knocking sounded at the door. "I'm going to kill him," he swore.

"Ignore it," Hank encouraged. "Pretend you're asleep."

Ryan smiled and slowly moved his tongue in and out of Hank. "I should answer that so he'll leave."

"You're just going to stop?"

"I'll make it up to you," Ryan promised.

Hank growled and glared hard at Ryan. "Fine," he snarled. "Get me all worked up and leave me alone. Good thing I know exactly how good you are in bed or I'd really be mad."

"I love you," Ryan whispered and reached for his jeans. He laughed when Hank left on his jersey and pulled on his pants.

"You might need a longer shirt," Hank teased as he brushed the palm of his hand against Ryan's crotch. "Cause I can still see how hard you are."

Ryan nodded and grabbed a shirt out of the dresser before heading out of the room. He was just pulling it over his head as he answered the door. "What the hell do you want?" he greeted his friend.

Jack laughed loudly. "Just came by to prove my point," he replied. "Am I interrupting something?" He looked past Ryan. "Hi Hank. Nice shirt."

"Hi," Hank replied and smiled. "Now leave."

"But I thought we could --"

"Good-bye Jack," Ryan said forcefully. He tried to shut the door, Hank was really going to kill him.

"Ryan," Jack said with a laugh. "I'll leave but I just gotta know one thing and I'll never mention any of this again."

Ryan stopped pushing on the door and looked at his friend with a raised eyebrow. "Yeah? What's that?"

"How long have you two been together?"

"Since the summer before I started State," Ryan replied. "Now, good night Jack."

"Good night. Bye Hank, " Jack said. He waved and walked back to his car.

"Sorry," Ryan apologized as he closed the door and turned back toward his lover.

"I should kill your friend for interrupting your amazing tongue but I'll let it slide as long as you finish what you were starting," Hank said as a reply as he stripped off his jeans - still leaving on the jersey - and laying on the bed, his legs spread slightly.

Ryan grinned and knelt over Hank. "Anything you want," he promised, caressing Hank's thighs as he pushed them apart.

"I love you," Hank told him as he completely spread his legs. Ryan grinned and moved down, licking across his mate's opening.

"I know what you said about Puppies," Ryan replied before gently probing the still stretched opening with his tongue. "But nothing can beat your scent when you're aroused. That includes all the Puppies in the world." He smiled and pushed his tongue deep inside Hank, nipping slightly with his teeth.

Hank laughed and brushed the tip of his fingers against Hank's hair. "Tell me this again after we find them?" he told him.

"Yes," Ryan agreed. He thrust his tongue deep inside Hank one last time before leaning up and pressing open mouthed kisses to the underside of his mate's cock. "You look like pure sin. Spread wide open in nothin' but my jersey; a guy could get used to this."

Hank spread his legs wider, his dick throbbing with need. "You can have it," he gasped.

"Good," Ryan grinned and took Hank's cock in his mouth, sucking hard, as he pushed two fingers inside his lover's stretched opening and began moving his hand quickly.

The howl was low and needful. Hank's fists clenched into the sheets under him as he reacted immediately to Ryan's touch.

Ryan growled softly and sucked harder, his fingers moving faster as he inadvertently brushed against Hank's prostate.

Hank came suddenly at the touch, coming hard down Ryan's throat and clench around his fingers as he howled louder then before.

"Better than a win and post-game pizza," Ryan grinned as he moved up the bed. Leaning down, he kissed underneath Hank's ear. "Better than anything actually."

Hank moved suddenly and flipped them. "Better than anything? Flattery like that will get you anything too."

Ryan looked up at him and grinned. "It's true. You're better than anything." His grinned turned into a smirk. "What you plannin' on givin' me for bein' honest?"

Hank thought about it for a moment before offering, "How about a lifetime of everything that you want?"

"A lifetime with you?" Ryan smiled happily. "I can live with that." He ran his hands up Hank's arms. "You're pretty good to me, so I'll stay. And you taste amazing."

Hank licked across his shoulder, sucking hard enough to bruise before pressing a light kiss against Ryan's lip. "You taste pretty amazing too."

Ryan moaned, his body instinctively arching toward Hank's. "Henrik," he breathed, his voice deep with need. "More."

"What do you want?" Hank asked him, breath hot against Ryan's skin. "Anything, my mate. Just tell me what you want."

"You," Ryan replied and licked his suddenly dry lips. "I want you ... riding me while wearin' my jersey."

Hank nodded, grabbed the lube and sat back, putting most of his his heels. He stared into Ryan's eyes as he poured the lube over his fingers and started spreading it over Ryan's cock. "Anything else?"

Ryan hissed. "Hurry," he growled. "And..." he licked his lips. "Growl."

Hank lowered himself onto Ryan's cock, growling in pleasure. He pulled Ryan up, pressing their chests together as he growled louder and deeper. "I love having a goalie as a mate," he told him and growled again. "Is this what you wanted?"

"God," Ryan yelled. "Yes." He arched toward Hank as much as he could. "I love having you as my mate," he replied and growled softly before biting gently on Hank's shoulder. "So hot. You're so hot."

"Not as hot as you. My mate. Mine," Hank growled as he started to move.

"Yo-yours," Ryan confirmed as his head rolled back, moaning loudly as Hank moved and took him deeper with each downward movement.

"Love you. Need you. Can't get enough of you," Hank chanted, the growl not quite fading from his voice.

Howling softly, Ryan dug his fingers into Hank's hips and thrust hard. "Can't get enough of you either," he panted before stopping, his release coating Hank's insides.

Hank wrapped his hand around his renewed erection and quickly brought himself off, covering Ryan's chest while howling contentedly. He eased off of Ryan's cock and collapsed next to him.

"I love you," Ryan whispered and carefully pulled his jersey off of Hank. He brushed his fingers down his mate's chest and laid his head on the firm shoulder.

Hank tilted his head to brush a kiss against the soft strands of Ryan's hair and wrapped his arms firmly around him. "I love you too," he told him quietly, feeling more content than he ever could have imagined before he met Ryan.

Ryan smiled against Hank's shoulder and intertwined their legs before slowly closing his eyes. "Goodnight, my mate."

"Good night," Hank whispered back and quickly followed him into sleep.

~~End~~