Savard's Choice (3/4)

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Title: Savard's Choice (3/4)
Characters/Pairing: Phil Kessell/Vladimir Sobotka/Marc Savard
Rating: NC-17 (Warning: violence)
Summary: Marc is driven over the edge
Time: Training camp 2008
Disclaimer: Obviously not a true story; a work of fiction

Vladimir Sobotka's head was buzzing. Phil Kessel kept leaning in, pressing his body against his, breathing in his ear. Vladimir squirmed. "Stop it, Kes," he said. "Where's Savvy?"  Kessel glanced pefunctorily around the nightclub. "He's not here. I think he left. Hey - why don't we surprise him?" Sobotka was confused. "Surprise - surprise him? What do you mean?" Kessel dug into his pocket and pulled out a key. "I've got a key to his apartment. Let's go over and get into bed with him. He'd love that - both of us at the same time. That'd be so fucking hot. It'd make him so happy, Vladdie."  Vladimir stared at the key; his eyes were having difficulty focusing. "Where did you get that? When?" "A while back," Kessel said blithely. "Savvy wants us both, Vladdie. I know he does. He practically told me. C'mon, let's do it. Don't be afraid." "I'm not afraid," Sobotka said. "If you're sure." "I'm sure. Come on." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Marc Savard stumbled through the streets, the sound of rushing traffic and passersby muted in his ears. All he could hear was his ex-wife's voice. Daggers in his heart.  "We've got to cut your visitation, Marc. I've heard... things. I don't want you around them as much. Don't fight me on this. You fight me, you don't see them again. Ever. You hear me? It doesn't matter where I heard it. What matters is you. You're a pervert, Marc." You're a pervert, Marc.  "I'm not," he whispered to the dark. "I'm NOT." Who had done this? Who? How did she hear? Thornton. It had to be Shawn Thornton. Marco was wrong - Thornton was going to ruin his career. Hell with his career - Thornton was going to ruin his life. Blind fury rose in his chest. I'll kill him. I'll fucking kill him. And then - and then, I'll kill myself.     His feet turned towards home.  ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Kessel entered the quiet apartment, Sobotka on his heels. "Savvy? You here, Savvy?" "Phil, I don't think we should be here," Vladimir said. He followed Kessel to the bedroom. "Phil, let's go." "Live a little, Vladdie," Kessel turned in the bedroom door and caught Sobotka in his arms. He put his hand behind his teammate's head and pulled it forward, sinking his teeth into Vladimir's neck. Sobotka shivered. Phil edged him toward the bed. "We'll wait for Savvy, surprise him when he gets back." He pulled at Vladimir's shirt, reached for his belt. His hands were everywhere. Sobotka couldn't fend him off. "C'mon, Vladdie, let me fuck you. You're so fuckin' hot, c'mon." He reached between Sobotka's legs, squeezing his hard-on. "Ooh, yeah, Vladdie. Let's do it." Sobotka submitted. He couldn't help it. Submitting was what he did.  -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Savard let himself into the apartment, throwing his keys and cell phone onto the kitchen table. He paused, lifting his head. Was that a noise coming from the bedroom? There was a light on. He hadn't left a light on.  Marc walked down the hall and stepped into the rectangle of light falling out the door. Kessel was kneeling on the bed, fucking Sobotka for all he was worth. He looked up at Savard. "Savvy!" he said cheerfully. "Join the party!" Marc stared, impassively. His heart shattered.  Pervert. You're a pervert. You're a fucking pervert who doesn't deserve anything but a spot in hell.  OK, you want a pervert? I'll show you a pervert. Watch this. Savard ripped his clothes off and climbed onto the headboard of his bed. Grabbing Kessel's head, he shoved the young player's mouth onto his cock. "Suck me, Kessel," he said. Vladimir looked up at the odd tone in Marc's voice, but didn't say anything. Kessel, oblivious, grinned and obliged, his hips still pumping into Sobotka.  After a few moments, Savard climbed off the headboard, moved behind Kessel, and shoved his cock into Phil's ass. Hard. Kessel grunted. The three players moved together, Kessel finally climaxing inside Sobotka, who cried out softly. Savard leaned forward, and as Kessel jerked, sank his teeth into Phil's back, breaking the skin.  "Ow! Ow, Savvy, that hurt!" Kessel whimpered. "What the hell are you doing?" Savard's impassive expression didn't change. "Move," he said. Kessel got off Sobotka, who lay on his back, looking up at Marc. "Turn over," Savard said, staring down at Vladimir. Blood stained his lips.  Suddenly, Vladimir was afraid.  He turned over slowly, lifting his ass into the air. Savard seized his hips and slammed his cock into Vladdie's moist opening. Grinding his teeth, he rode the young Czech as hard as he could. His fingernails sank into  Vladimir's hips.  "Marc," Sobotka cried. "Marc, you're hurting me. Marc!"  "Hurting you? I'll hurt you," Savard muttered. He lifted his hand and whacked Sobotka in the ass, as hard as he could, driving him facedown on the bed. Again. And again.  "Savvy, stop!" Kessel cried out. He pulled at Savard's arm. "Fuck off," Savard countered, catching Kessel across the chest with his arm, knocking him backwards, and resuming his assault on Sobotka.  "Marc, it's not his fault! It's my fault, I brought him here!" Phil shouted.  Savard paused, then turned his head to stare at Kessel. "Get out of here. I'm not going to kill him. You... I might."   Kessel gathered up his clothes and fled.  Savard turned his attention back to Vladimir. Blood oozed from the small cuts on the young forward's hips. His chest heaved as he struggled to breathe. Tears dropped from his eyes. "Marc," he gasped. "Why... why...?" "Because I'm a pervert, that's why," Savard said, shoving into Sobotka's ass. "A filthy, dirty, disgusting pervert." He increased his pace, building to a climax, sweat dropping from his face onto his prone teammate, who lay unresisting below him. At last he came, drawing a weak cry from the man he had thought he'd loved. He pushed himself off and stood up.  "Get the fuck out of my life," he said. Vladimir staggered to his feet and dressed, moving as quickly as he could. Without a backward glance, he left, silently, only his eyes betraying his devastation.  Marc went into the bathroom and climbed into the shower, turning the water on full force. Facing the wall, he slammed his forehead into the tile, again and again and again. Pain rocketed through his head. His legs gave way as he slid slowly down. Wrapping his arms around his legs, he sat on the floor, laid his cheek on his knees, and sobbed.

Comments

[ladyaugustana.livejournal.com]

Zee's so going to kill Marc for this...hell I want to kill him for this, then I want to hug him and... yeah I love this story so far, can't wait till the next part.

[savvyfan.livejournal.com]

Thank you, I'm glad you like it. The next chapter proceeds apace. :-)

[neo-queen157.livejournal.com]

omg seconded. Chara's going to wreak havoc

[savvyfan.livejournal.com]

Well, you never know. He might surprise you. ;-)

[cpexplosion.livejournal.com]

Must.. know.. what.. happens... next!! >.<

Poor... uh, everyone, I guess. You've really got me addicted to this series!!

[savvyfan.livejournal.com]

Thanks! You help keep me going! :-)

[jennyagain.livejournal.com]

god, what a beautiful mess.

kes, you fabulous, oblivious, naive wunderkind.

vladdie, you darling submissive boy. i ache for him in this because he allows himself to become powerless when we all know he's got a ton of fight in him, just not for this battle. owie.

savvy, you fucking idiot. i gotta tell you, though, the angsty mess you make is HOT.

the edges of all of this, oh man, they're devastating, goes without saying. i love that kes thinks OH HEY THIS WILL BE FUN and i love that vladdie knows better, but goes along with it - he's just a kid, it's what he does (love this line solidifying this: Sobotka submitted. He couldn't help it. Submitting was what he did.) marc is gorgeous in his anguish, despite his horrible choices.

hot, though, through all of it. wicked, wicked hot. (hi, i'm a dirty girl. the end.)

[savvyfan.livejournal.com]

Yeah, pretty dirty here too. ::is shamed:: Nice to stir up the mixed emotions, though, isn't it?

I'm glad you cited that line about Vladdie - I really liked that too. Poor boy. I really wanted to get across that he's not to blame at all for this - it's just his nature, to try to get along, to fit in. I just have a feeling that he's suffered some (emotional) blows in his life, and this is how he's dealt with them. (But of course, they live in his dreams, so he's still fighting, just below the surface.)

And poor Savvy. I'll admit, I needed some sort of conflict between him and Vladdie for purposes of the story, but I didn't want to turn Marc into a raging asshole for little or no reason. So - what would turn him into a ravving lunatic? What else but the thought of losing his children? And who does he take it out on? The person he loves, of course. Poor Vladimir.

[ljhockey.livejournal.com]

Wow! That was definitely dramatic, but it all made sense too. I could almost feel Marc's anger. Not that what he did was justified, but I can see how something like that would happen.

But poor Vladdy.

[savvyfan.livejournal.com]

Poor boy indeed. I was hoping Marc would elicit at least a tiny bit of sympathy here; what he did was horrible (and obviously he hates himself for it), but the poor guy has practically lost his mind.

Now I'm hoping you enjoy the conclusion... ;-)

[ljhockey.livejournal.com]

Ug. I realize I never commented on it! I'm so sorry! I will get to that today!

[savvyfan.livejournal.com]

LOL - thanks! Kinda caught me off guard there! :-)

[ljhockey.livejournal.com]

I know! Nothing worse than suddenly being ignored. You wonder if you really turned the person off that badly with your fic! I'm sorry. I remember falling asleep and thinking I'd reply the next day and totally spaced!