Avenging Angel

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Title: Avenging Angel
Characters: Marc Savard, Phil Kessel, Zdeno Chara
Rating: NC-17 (warning: some violence)
Time:  Late in the 2007-08 season
Summary: Zdeno Chara is captain of the Bruins, and he takes his duties very seriously. Nobody's going to get hurt on his team, unless he's the one doing the hurting.
Disclaimer: No way any of this happened. Totally fictional.

Zdeno Chara. Marc Savard was having a bad practice.  For some unknown reason, he couldn't get his mind on what he was doing. He almost collided with both of his linemates, then turned left when he should have turned right - "Savvy! LOOK OUT!" - and just managed to get his face out of the way of a Dennis Wideman slap shot. Then he blew an edge on his skate during a breakaway drill and fell flat on his face, sliding into the boards to the hoots of his teammates, red-faced and irritated. His head hurt. His body hurt. Skating had never felt so awkward.     So he was damned glad to get back into the locker room at Ristuccia, the practice arena, and just sit on the bench in front of his locker, mindlessly picking tape off his sticks while he waited his turn for a massage. His teammates shouted, joked, threw things, and, by ones and twos, departed. The room grew quieter, but then came a commotion from the laundry room. Loud bangs mingled with expletives, followed by doors slamming and bags of practice uniforms being thrown in the back of someone's SUV. "Damn machines broke again! Dammit!" Then silence again, as the equipment guys departed for the Garden.   "You OK, Marc? You looked kind of lost today." Coach Julien smiled at Savard, but there was concern in his eyes as he came out of his office, briefcase in hand, assistants in his wake.   "I'm fine. Honest. Really," Savard said. Julien nodded, not pressing the point, and left for his lunchtime coaches' meeting, his assistants trailing along.   "Shit," Savard ripped a strip of tape from his stick, balled it up, and threw it. A low laugh from the corner made his head snap up - it was Phil Kessel, half-dressed, grinning at him. Some fucking ray of sunshine, Savvy thought.  "You're one fucking ray of sunshine, you know that?" he asked Kessel.   Kessel's eyes widened, then he grinned and raised an eyebrow. Savard shook his head, nodding toward the trainer's room. As if on cue, the massage therapist popped his head out, a frantic look on his face, waving a cell phone.  "Savvy!" he shouted, though Marc was fewer than 10 feet away. "My wife just called. Derek took a header on the playground and he's on his way to the ER. I've got to go meet them there. You mind if we skip the massage today?"  "Of course not. Go, go," Savvy waved. The other man nodded gratefully and sped out the door. "I hope he's OK!" Savard shouted at his back. The therapist lifted a hand, and then he was gone. Silence descended.  Kessel stood up, dropping his shirt on the floor, and meandered over to Savard, who remained unmoving in front of his locker. He ran his hand over the center's head, then gripped the back of his neck, half consoling, half possessing. "What was wrong with you out there?"  "I dunno. Off day. Couldn't concentrate. Are we alone?" "Everyone's gone. We're alone. You need something else to think about," Kessel replied. He bent over and touched his lips to Savard's. Marc responded, reaching up and clutching at Kessel's blond locks. The world suddenly looked a whole lot better. His cock came to life, springing to attention as the warmth of desire spread into his stomach. It didn't take Kessel long to notice. He broke the kiss, smiled, went back to  his locker, reached inside his equipment bag and brought out a tube of lubricant. "Be prepared, I always say." "You're a regular boy scout," Savard said, watching the younger man's fluid movements as he crossed the room, dropping his jockey shorts on the carpeted floor. Taking Savvy's hand in his, Kessel filled his teammate's cupped palm with lube, grinned again, then turned his back and knelt down, his chest draped across the bench. Savvy didn't need an engraved invitation. He rubbed the lube on his delighted cock, then slipped a finger inside Kessel's inviting opening. Kessel groaned with pleasure, and Savvy just couldn't wait any longer, withdrawing his finger and sliding his cock into Phil's sweet ass. Mmmm, perfect.   BOOM Savard and Kessel both jerked in reflex at the sound. "What's that?" Savard said, even though he knew the sound of a bench door being slammed shut, knew it like he knew his own name. "I thought nobody was here!"  Kessel was gripping the bench, unable to move, his knuckles white. "I don't know! I didn't think anyone was!"  BANG The locker room door slammed open. Both players were frozen, locked in what a perfectly sane and sober part of Savard's mind would call a "compromising position." They were screwed. Literally. "What the FUCK!?" Savard's racing mind couldn't, for a long moment, place the voice. Then: "Don't fucking move!" and something whirred across the room, past Savard's half-turned face, clipping his nose and making his eyes water. A clang as whatever it was hit a locker stanchion, then a muffled thump as it landed on the carpet. A black helmet, spinning madly. 33/33/33/33/33...33...33...33... 33. Oh, Christ. It was Chara. Frozen in place under Savard, Kessel whimpered.   "What the bloody fucking hell are you doing?" That booming captain's voice. Savard pictured Chara towering behind them, all 6 feet, 9 inches of him, an avenging angel, white wings spreading to the ceiling. Pictures of Michael the Archangel crowded his mind, along with images of Chara beating the living shit out of opposing players. Ka-thump. Ka-thump. Ka-thump.    Chara walked delibrately toward Savard and Kessel, who remained frozen in place, like two petrified rabbits. He's going to fucking cut my head off, Savard thought. Use that flaming sword and send me straight to hell. He wasn't surprised by the wooshing sound of something swinging through the air; what did surprise him was where the blade of Chara's stick connected - right across his ass. "OUCH!" Savard screamed. "Christ, Zee, that hurt!" "It's supposed to hurt," Chara said, his tone conversational, which to Savard's fevered mind seemed even worse than threatening. "What the hell do you think you're doing to the kid?" "I'm not a kid," Kessel found his voice, though his words were aimed at the floor. "This is between us, Zee, but I'm the one who wanted this. Don't blame Savvy." Chara stepped deliberatedly over the bench, dropping his stick and his gloves, then turned to face the frozen pair. Savard clutched at Kessel, partly to express his love and gratitude, partly to keep himself from simply slipping, comatose, to the floor. He stared at Chara's massive skates, not daring to raise his head. Hell, he'd only get a faceful of thigh, anyway, unless he looked up to the ceiling. And he wasn't going to do that. He felt vulnerable enough already, bare-assed in front of Slovakia's Wrath of God. Chara reached down with one massive hand and stroked Kessel's hair, as if caressing a cat. He cupped Kessel's cheek in one palm. "Get up, Phil. You" - he aimed at Savard" - stay where you are."  Savard let go and rocked back on his heels as Kessel crawled out from underneath him. Chara reached out and clutched the back of Savard's neck, pressing the smaller man's chest into the bench. Savard reflexively grabbed the wood, like a man preparing to do a push-up.  "Looks to me," Chara continued, still conversationally, "like a veteran taking advantage of a kid. And I don't like that. Not on my team. There's got to be consequences."  "He didn't -" Kessel began, but Chara lifted his hand, cutting him off. Savard continued to stare at the defenseman's skates, wondering crazily what size they were. They had to be way bigger than anyone else's in the NHL. How much bigger?   Then everything went black, and Savvy wondered if he'd suddenly been struck blind. It took him a couple of seconds to register that Chara had pulled off his shirt and dropped it over Savvy's head. Savard shook his head and the shirt slpped onto the floor, the famous spoked B staring up at him. Savard stared back, then realized that Chara was pulling off his suspenders, letting his pants drop to the floor. He pulled out his hip pads, threw them across the room, and slipped his hands into his undershorts, pulling them down to his knees. Reaching into his jock, he pulled out his cup and flipped it away. Then he hooked his thumbs into his jock and slowly, deliberately, peeled it down to his knees. Savard raised his head and watched, thunderstruck, as Chara's massive cock uncoiled in front of his face. Cobra, he thought. Ohmyfuckinggod, he's got a fucking king cobra in his jock.  He'd seen Chara's cock before, of course, a thousand times, but never erect and engorged and ready to explode like it was now.  Savard glanced over at Kessel, who stood rooted to the spot, his own throbbing erection in direct contrast with the terror on his face. Chara followed his glance, then turned back to Savard.  "Consequences, Marc," he said. "You're always using that mouth of yours. You never stop. Time to put it to a good use for once." Savard couldn't see any way out. Truth be told, though, he wanted to feel that massive cock; it frightened him, but it enticed him as well. He put his tongue out and tentatively touched it, then opened his mouth and took in as much as he could. It wasn't much. Chara thrust his hips; Savard gagged. Chara chuckled. "Don't worry, I won't move." Savard wasn't so sure, but he did the best he could, clutching at his captain's thighs. Chara held to his word, standing impassively, only his heavy breathing betraying his mounting excitement. Kessel watched, eyes dialating, his own breathing growing more labored.  Finally, Chara grabbed Savard's shoulders, halting him. Savvy's lips were numb. His cock was throbbing. My God, he needed to be fucked. He WANTED to be fucked. He wanted Chara's massive cock in his ass, and he wanted it now.   "Stand up," Chara said. Savard obeyed, wincing at the cramps in his legs. "Straddle the bench. Bend over." Chara stepped out of his hockey pants and straddled the bench behind Savard. He held his hand out to Kessel, who snapped out of his trance and filled it with lube. Chara smeared the lube on his cock, then slipped a finger up Savard's ass, drawing a grunt of mixed pain and pleasure. Even his fingers are massive, Savvy thought. Fear and desire continued to war in his mind. "Gonna make you scream, Savvy," Chara murmured. Was it a threat, or a warning? He entered Savard, gently at first, thrusting in a few inches. Savard clutched the bench like a drowning man, holding on for dear life. Chara pushed. Savard moaned. All... the... way... in... OHMYGOD.  Chara paused, then pulled his hips back and slammed his 260 pounds hard into Savard's ass. Savvy didn't scream. He shrieked.  Kessel recoiled. Chara smiled. He was pounding now, slamming into Savard, who rocked forward, barely keeping himself on his feet  despite his death grip on the bench and Chara's hold on his hips. Tears dropped from his eyes. Killing me, Savvy thought. He's killing me. He's fucking me to death. They'll find my body here, broken, bleeding, busted, gone. The angel of death. The avenging angel, sending me to hell, oh but godiithurtssofuckinggoodIcan'tstanditaaaaaaaahhhhh... Chara  shuddered, his orgasm exploding into Savard. Savard's body shook, his cock spurted in turn, his hands slipped, and his head dropped, hair dangling. Chara's hands, dug into Savvy's hips, held the center up. He paused for a long moment, eyes closed, then pulled his spent cock out. Gently, carefully, he pulled Savard up over the bench and laid him on the carpeted floor. Kessel looked fearful. Chara smiled. "He's just fainted. You got a towel?" Kessel tossed a towel to Chara, who wiped himself off, wiped off the bench, sat down and started unlacing his skates. Savard's eyes fluttered open. Once again, Chara's skates filled his vision. He kept his skates on the whole time? Does he always do that when he fucks? Must play hell with the sheets, he thought inanely.  "You've got to let me know about things, Savvy," Chara chided. "How long have you and Phil been doing this?" "A year," Savard whispered. "I didn't think I could tell you, of all people." "I've got an open mind," Chara said with a hint of a chuckle. "The only thing I want from my teammates is for them to be happy, but I don't want anyone taking advantage."  "You got it," Savard said. "No advantage here. Nossir."  "Open mind?" Kessel said. Savard had almost forgotten he was there. "Looks to me like a whole lot more is open with you, Zee." Chara smiled, tossed his skates aside, and started peeling off his socks and shin pads. "Every team has its secrets, little one," he said. "I hold many of them, and I don't reveal them to those who don't need - or want - to know."    Savard could believe that. Right about now, he could believe anything. "And Savvy," Chara raised an eyebrow at the alternate captain, still lying helpless on the locker room floor. "Better practice tomorrow, OK?" "You got it," Savard said. "I think my concentration level is officially back to normal." Even, he thought, if nothing else is.

Comments

[holdeverysong.livejournal.com]

One thing, real quick: the practice arena is spelled Ristuccia.

[neo-queen157.livejournal.com]

So many funny lines here.

[bkm5191.livejournal.com]

hot!

[savvyfan.livejournal.com]

Thanks for the info, geek; I'll fix it. That's one of those names I can never seem to remember how to spell. :-)

And thanks for the other comments - they're much appreciated. Feedback is always nice!

[ljhockey.livejournal.com]

Wow. That was intense!

[frankieshrader.livejournal.com]

Good lord that was incredibly hot! It's really gotten me through my day.

[kickasspapaya.livejournal.com]

This both terrified and greatly amused me! Thank you!

[savvyfan.livejournal.com]

Thanks so much for the comments! Very much appreciated. :-)

[mentalhygiene.livejournal.com]

That was intense, yeah, though really kinda creepy. Doesn't exactly paint Chara in a halfway decent light.

Also: I can't help but giggle madly at the whole 'cobra' line.

[savvyfan.livejournal.com]

Funny about Chara - in the early versions of this story, he was a lot more avenging and a lost less angelic. I get the impression (you know how it is sometimes - these guys do their own things and all you can do is watch) that he genuinely cares about his teammates, but he also sorta gets off on using his power to play with people (that's all on the fictional side, of course - from what I've heard, the real Zdeno Chara is an absolute sweetheart).

[mentalhygiene.livejournal.com]

He's not, as far as I read, particularly angelic even in this version! But that's just how I read it. I mean, he totally ignores Phil, and basically assaults his 'boyfriend' (for lack of a better term) right in front of him, without really pausing to see if either of them have anything to say. I know he wants to make sure Phil's safe, but I can't imagine if I were Phil I'd react too well to this.

[savvyfan.livejournal.com]

Funny you should say that, as Phil, ironically, actually has a pretty positive reaction - read "Czechmates" (so sorry, I haven't figured out yet how to hyperlink a story, but you can find it by clicking on the savvyfan tag); what Chara did to Savard did frighten him, but turned him on at the same time, and Chara knew it.

[savvyfan.livejournal.com]

A few more thoughts, after mulling over my previous comment about Phil's positive reaction....

Kessel gets turned on by risk. He's the surfer who's looking for the absolute monster wave, the guy who wants to climb the side of a rumbling volcano to get a look inside. And I think Chara recognizes that fact and played on it.

Thanks so much for the feedback, mentalhygiene; it's helped me figure these guys out a bit better and given me the germ of an idea for another story.
:-)

[jennyagain.livejournal.com]

much to love here:

love the image of chara's spinning helmet, love the visual way savvy interprets it. neat storytelling there. (i swear, chara gets all the best entrances.)

love how straight-up bossy chara is. the contrast between his calm demeanor and the intense action taking place is great. it feels like savvy is constantly scrambling to keep up, and the danger inherent in savvy being so off-balance is enticing. it's like savvy gets off on it, too, for its own sake - which is awesome.

chara, man, and his secrets. you know i love that about your beckett; of course i love it about your chara, too.

[savvyfan.livejournal.com]

Thanks! (Best entrances - LOL. I guess you're right!)

Beckett and Chara certainly do share some real similarities (their secret-keeping and their bossiness, for sure), though I tried very hard to make sure they weren't the same person. But I just can't resist having a badass sort of guy to play with/off, and they both fit the bill perfectly, IMHO.

[jennyagain.livejournal.com]

beckett and chara are definitely not the same person. i totally agree that they each fit that role on their respective teams - though at this point i feel like you could convince me they were each meek as lambs given the right backstory and spin. ;D your storytelling always just sweeps me right up, which is awesome.

[ladymamie09.livejournal.com]

I just love the Bruins. They are one big family.

[savvyfan.livejournal.com]

Yeah, one big dysfunctional family, for sure. ;-)

Thanks for commenting - I appreciate it!