2minsforslashing | Fic: Werewolves: A Surprise Visit (Reply)

Title: A Surprise Visit
Authors: Dee and Ginny
Disclaimer: Real people, not real events
Warnings: RPS, AU, Werewolves, explicit sex scenes
Teams: Detroit Red Wings, Buffalo Sabres
Pairing: Henrik Zetterberg/Ryan Miller
Rating: FRAO
Summary: Ryan gets a surprise visitor while at State and more is learned about Werewolf society.
Author' Notes: For the better third and fourth of our brain. I'm sure this is their fault, for some reason.

Hank wandered the grounds, casting several quick glances at the paper in his hand before finally stopping and sighing heavily. He straightened his jacket and checked the map one final time. He looked up and realized he was standing in front of the Spartan stadium. Taking a left he continued on. Ryan was just ahead at the Munn Arena. He smiled brightly and started walking faster. It had been too long since he had last seen Ryan.

He looked around warily as he noticed several stairs. He ran a hand over his hair self-consciously. They were still a week from the full moon, he knew he didn't look completely like the werewolf he was yet. He stepped through the doors into the arena and then realized he had no idea where he was going next.

"Excuse me," he said when a woman started past him, her attention focused entirely on the book in her hands. "I'm looking for a player. Could you help me? His name is Ryan Miller."

"Our goalie," she said with a bright smile. "He's amazing."

"Yes," he agreed. "I'm here to surprise him. Any chance you know where he is?"

"He's in the locker room," she answered. "It's that way."

"Thanks," Hank said, but she'd already turned back to her book.

He started down the hallway, trying his best to look like he fit in.

"Can I help you?" an older man asked from behind him.

Hank jumped slightly. "I was told a friend of mine was here. I'm just looking for him. Ryan Miller," he replied, stuttering over his words and trying to hide his accent.

The man eyed Hank for nearly a minute, before nodding. "You have a name or should I just tell him he has a friend waiting for him?"

"I'm actually trying to surprise him," Hank admitted. The man nodded and disappeared from Hank's line of vision. Taking a deep breath, Hank started back the way he had came from and stopped in front of the trophy case, admiring the various awards on display.

He smiled and kept his back to the door, smelling Ryan before he stepped out of the locker room. He held his breath nervously, hoping that Ryan would be glad to see him.

He had a sudden moment of panic when he realized his hair was much longer than it was the last time they had seen each other. What if Ryan didn't - his train of thought was cut off when he heard his lover's voice.

"You lookin' for me?"

Hank paused when he realized that Ryan didn't recognized him and turned slowly. "You free for lunch?" he asked with a nervous smile.

"For you I'm free all day," Ryan said with an easy smile.

"Don't you have class this afternoon?" Hank asked, returning Ryan's smile.

"I do," Ryan agreed. "But I can skip them once. How many times do people fly all the way from Sweden to surprise me?"

"I wasn't sure you'd recognize me," Hank admitted.

"I'm a werewolf too," Ryan reminded him. "I'd recognize your scent anywhere."

Hank motioned toward the door. "Can you go or are you in the middle of something?"

"Give me a second," Ryan said. He walked to the door and shouted into the room. "I'm headin' home coach! See ya tomorrow." He grinned at Hank, grabbed his arm and started pulling him toward the door. "Done."

Hank smiled. "Go back in there and get your bag," he said with a slight laugh. "I'm not going anywhere for a while. I can wait the two minutes it'll take."

"You better not move," Ryan threatened and rushed back into the locker room, emerging a minute later with his gear bag and a backpack. "Ready."

"Let's get rid of your stuff," Hank replied with a smile as he followed the other man onto the campus.

Ryan smiled at him and led the way through campus, careful to brush almost unnoticeably against Hank along the way.

"I'm being stared at," Hank whispered.

"Of course you are. You're hot," Ryan whispered back. "I did tell you I'm staying in our apartment and not living on campus, right?"

"No," Hank replied dryly. "I think you forgot to mention that."

"It's farther from campus than some of them, but it's still close and," he hesitated before smiling at Hank, "It smells like you."

"Is that a good thing or a bad?" Hank asked teasingly.

"A great thing," Ryan promised.

Hank shifted uncomfortably. "This campus is huge and you look amazing in those jeans..." he trailed off and laughed. "I look amazing in those jeans too.

Ryan smirked as they reached his car. "Want to know what I wear to sleep in?"

"Oh God," Hank moaned after he closed the door. "I can imagine."

"Want me to show you when we get home?" Ryan asked as he pulled onto the street.

"When's your next game?"

"If you think that's gonna stop me from fucking you, I really don't care when my next game is."

"Fuck, Ryan. I should have come home sooner," he moaned softly.

Ryan grinned and sped faster down the street. "It just means that your welcome back will that much more intense."

"I love you," Hank admitted and then laughed slightly. "Do you realize how many people we passed that were checking you out?"

"Me?" Ryan asked skeptically. "They were looking at you. Why do you think I hurried us out of there? If some of them had heard your accent I'd never get you back."

"I spoke to one of them and she lit up when I mentioned your name before turning back to her book. She wasn't impressed with the accent," Hank teased and rubbed his fingers along Ryan's thigh. "You're something special here."

"Everyone likes hockey here, that's all," Ryan told him. He linked his fingers through Hank's. "Even if I am, you're the only one that's special to me."

"I'm not delusional." Hank laughed. "You're sexy and down right fucking awesome. And," Hank continued quickly. "You are mine."

"Only yours," Ryan promised

Hank smiled and squeezed Ryan's hand. "Let's go inside, it's been too damn long and then you can introduce me to all your friends." He smirked. "Make them jealous."

Ryan grinned and pulled Hank closer to him quickly. "Good plan," he said with a quick kiss before opening his door and darting to the apartment.

Hank continued behind him at a slower pace. "You can keep all my jeans," he said as he pulled the door closed behind him. "You look better in my clothes than I do."

"You only say I can keep them because you're probably designing more," Ryan said dryly before pouncing at Hank and pinning him against the wall. "You always look amazing. Want to know what you look best in?"

"You?" he replied with a raised eyebrow. He leaned forward and nipped at Ryan's lower lip. "I'll design you some clothes," he promised. "The tags'll be in Swedish but they'll be yours."

Ryan slid his fingers into Hank's pants, digging his fingertips into his hips as he pulled Hank closer.

"That what you want?" Hank whispered in Swedish. He stepped away and stripped off his clothes before walking into the bedroom. "You coming?" he whispered, still in Swedish.

"As soon as I'm in you," Ryan promised, hurrying after him. He tackled Hank onto the bed, lying completely on top of him. "You know what talk in Swedish does to me."

"I know," Hank promised. He stared up at Ryan and smiled softly. "You look amazing."

"Not as amazing a you." Ryan laughed and kissed him again. "I can't believe you were here. I had just been thinking about how much I missed you and there you were."

"I have a few days off and needed to come down here for some meetings. I'm so thankful you're going to State and not some school farther away." Hank smiled and arched toward him. "I need you in me," he whispered.

Ryan nodded and kissed him quickly once more. He kept one leg wrapped firmly around his lover as he leaned over to reach into the table next to the bed for the lube. "Anything you want," he promised.

"I want you," Hank whispered and spread his legs. "I love you." He wrapped his legs around Ryan's waist and pulled the other man down for a deep kiss.

"I love you too," Ryan told him after they broke apart. "Need you more than anything," he added. He pulled back just enough to push one lubed finger teasingly against Hank's opening.

"More," he begged in Swedish as he tried to push down on Ryan's finger. "Need you in me."

"In time," Ryan answered back in Swedish. "Patience, my werewolf."

"So that's what this school has been teaching you," Hank moaned. "I didn't know you were taking Swedish. And it's been five months, I don't want to be patient any more."

"Swedish and hockey. And a few other things too," Ryan agreed with a grin as he pushed a second finger in and quickly stretched him.

"Yes? What else?" Hank asked, his eyes clouded with lust. "Hurry, please."

"There is one thing I've always wondered," Ryan said teasingly as he finished stretching his lover.

"What's that?" Hank asked breathlessly, hooking his leg around Ryan's.

"How many thrusts does it take to get to the center of a Hank?" Ryan grinned and pushed in with one smooth motion.

"Ryan!" Hank yelled and wrapped his legs tightly around Ryan's waist. "Yes. Harder. Faster. More," he begged. "And one."

Ryan laughed and moved fast, slamming into Hank, the smack of his balls against Hank's ass loud in the room. "Missed you so fucking much," he groaned.

"Missed you too," Hank agreed as he matched Ryan's thrusts. "I won't stay gone so long next time."

"If you do, I'll just go find you," Ryan said and howled softly.

Hank opened his mouth to speak but howled loudly instead. "Come," he warned before coming hard between them. "Sorry?"

Ryan didn't answer, simply bent down, kissing him firmly as he thrust in once more, coming hard deep inside him.

Hank groaned happily. "Love you." He wrapped his arms tightly around Ryan. "What's new?" he asked when they finally caught their breath. "You fighting the women off with a stick?"

"It's not so bad once I tell them that I'm happily taken," Ryan told him. "What about you?"

"Sweden's been great," Hank replied. "And I've been fighting off my own flock of adoring fan." He laughed. "What plans did you have? I don't want to change anything but I'd like to tag along if I could."

"Nothing for the rest of the day," Ryan said honestly. "I have practice tomorrow and a class in the afternoon but, other than that, I'm all yours. And I'd love it if you came with me."

"Great," Hank replied and curled closer to Ryan. "Let's get dressed and you can show me around the campus." He kissed Ryan's neck softly. "I'll even help you with your Swedish tonight."

"Best plans I've had in five months," Ryan grinned.

"You're cute," Hank teased as he slowly stood and reached for his clothes. "So, who am I meeting? Am I your mysterious friend from a foreign country that can't speak English? Your gay lover? A fellow hockey player?" He laughed. "All of the above?"

Ryan hesitated.

Hank laughed again. "A fellow hockey player then," he replied. "Don't worry about it, no one will know."

"I'm sorry," Ryan whispered. "I - I'm not trying to hide you."

"I know and I understand. Remember, we live the same life." He kissed Ryan gently. "You're not hiding me and I'm not hiding you. We're protecting each other from people that still don't quite understand."

"Yeah," Ryan sighed. "It sucks."

"Ryan, don't worry about it. I'll act however you want me to. We can be friends in public and when we get home, I'll fuck you so hard you won't be able to sit in class tomorrow." He moved and laughed. "Kind of like how I can't sit now."

"Hank, I have something to tell you," Ryan said quickly as he sat up.

"Are you ending this?" Hank whispered.

"No!" Ryan assured him.

"Then what? You want to take a break or something?" Hank shifted and pulled on his pants. "Have I pushed too hard?"

"No!" Ryan said again. He took a deep breath and spoke quickly. "Buffalo drafted me."

"That's great!" Hank assured him and kissed him deeply. "I'm thrilled for you. Congratulations." He took a deep breath. "Detroit drafted me."

"That's fantastic," Ryan said, pulling him close. "Congratulations." He grinned "We've both been drafted. We should celebrate."

"I thought we were going out for dinner?"

"Now we have a good reason," Ryan replied. "We can go and celebrate being drafted."

"Tease each other for hours?" Hank offered. "And then bring you home and teach you all the important Swedish words?"

Ryan shuddered and brushed the back of his hand lightly down Hank's arm. "That works for me."

"Show me your campus," Hank grinned as he pulled a shirt over his head and stepped into his shoes."

"What do you want to see first?" Ryan asked and got dressed.

"Where you spend most of your time."

"That's the arena," Ryan grinned.

"Been there already," Hank laughed.

"I'm in the library a lot too," Ryan smiled. "You told me you wanted me to graduate so I'm tryin'."

"Too quiet there. What about with your friends? Where do you - " He paused and thought for a second. "Hang out?" he asked.

Ryan thought about it before smiling. "You'll love the place," he told Hank. "C'mon."

"Wait," Hank said and pulled Ryan close, kissing him again. "Okay, now we can go." He put his keys back in his pocket and followed Ryan out the door.

Ryan followed two steps behind Hank as they walked to the car. "Damn I've missed you," he said, palming his ass and grinning at him.

"I've missed you too," Hank promised as he opened the door and climbed into the car.

"We could just go back in the house and fuck some more," Ryan suggested with a grin.

"No," Hank replied softly. "We need to do this and celebrate." He took a deep breath. "I'm ready to mate with you," he whispered and looked away from Ryan. "But right now, I want to see your school."

Ryan stared at him. "You can't just drop that on me and ask for a tour of my school," he told Hank.

"I don't know if you're ready," Hank admitted. "You need time to think. Use that time to show me around."

Ryan started to protest, but Hank raised his hand and stopped it. "We'll talk about it more later," he promised.

"We will," Ryan confirmed. "You hungry?"

"Yes," Hank replied softly. "It's a long flight." He turned to Ryan and touched his hand gently. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have told you that yet."

"Yes you should have," Ryan insisted. "We'll get pizza, I'll show you around campus and then we'll go home and you can tell me more."

Hank nodded. "Let's go." He smiled. "So, did you know the girls call you awesome?"

"We like hockey here, that's all," Ryan said with a slight blush.

"You're sexy," Hank assured him. "They know a good thing when they see it." He smiled when Ryan pulled into a parking lot. "Ready to introduce the foreigner to your friends?" he teased as his smile softened.

"They're going to try to steal you from me," Ryan warned him as he led the way in. He spotted a group of friends at their usual table and led Hank over.

"Never," Hank assured him and smiled at the group.

"Guys, meet a friend of mine. His name is Henrik and he plays for the Swedish Elite hockey team. Hank, this is some of my teammates."

"Nice to meet all of you," Hank told them, making sure to thicken his accent. "Ryan tells me good things about you all."

"What do you play?" one of the guys asked as the pushed the pizza toward them.

"Center," Hank answered, ordering himself not to be nervous about Ryan's friends liking him.

"Awesome," another guy said.

"You're cute," the girl next to him said. "You got somebody in Sweden?"

"Yes," he replied. "I have somebody very special, sorry," he told her, brushing his hand against Ryan's thigh underneath the table.

"All the good ones do," she sighed and grinned at Ryan.

"I've told you a hundred times," Ryan said around a laugh. "Not only am I taken but you don't want me anyway. I spend way too much time at practice and even more time watching film. I've barely got time for the one I've got."

"Such a boring NHL draftee," one of the guys laughed and tossed a chip at Ryan.

"Hey!" Ryan laughed and tossed a chip back at the other man. "At least I got drafted. Maybe if you spent a little more time watchin' hockey and a little less time playin' with your dick, you would have been drafted too. As a freshman."

"If I can't play with my dick, some is going to have to," his friend grinned. He winked at Hank. "Wanna volunteer?"

Hank laughed and easily fell into their banter. "I left my...my...magnifying glass back in Sweden," he teased. "Sorry. I might get bored if it takes too long to find."

The other guys laughed and before Hank realized it, they'd spent almost two hours eating pizza and talking with Ryan's friends.

Ryan glanced at his watched and snagged another slice of pizza. "Sorry kiddo's but I've got to go. Need to review the game tapes before practice tomorrow. And I have a test in the morning. Catch you losers later."

"Nice meeting you," several of them told Hank as they stood from the table and walked out of the restaurant.

"You have great friends," Hank said softly as they got back into the car.

"They are pretty good," Ryan smiled. "But I'd trade them for you any day."

"You don't have to suck up," Hank laughed. "You've already got me."

"I'm not sucking up, I'm just telling you the truth," Ryan told him. He grinned mischievously. "If you want to see me suck...."

"Get home," Hank replied with a soft moan. "We have a lot to talk about."

Ryan nodded and concentrated on the road, getting them home in record time.

Hank smiled as he opened the door, not saying a word until they were safely inside the apartment. "I'm sorry I sprung it on you sooner," he whispered. "But I had to tell you that I'm ready."

"Tell me what's involved," Ryan instructed. "What happens after we mate?"

"I'd kill for you," Hank replied. "And if something happened to you, I'd die for you. Our touches will intensify and sex will be that much more amazing. If you don't want me as a mate, I'll understand."

Ryan nodded seriously and took his hand. "I've felt that way since the day I met you," he told him.

"You do understand that if something were to happen to one of us, the other would go crazy with grief and eventually die."

"Yes," Ryan replied and stepped closer to Hank. "Now, how do we mate?"

"It takes some time," Hank told him. "We'll wait until you're done for the semester."

"Oh," Ryan sighed. "I can do that."

"I'm not exactly sure what happens either," Hank admitted. "My father tells me that it's instinct."

"Over Christmas break," Ryan offered. "I've got a few weeks off. We can do it right after my last class," he said hopefully.

Hank grinned and nodded. "That should work," he agreed.

"This is exciting," Ryan beamed and pulled Hank close and kissed his neck softly. "Being mated sounds so fucking hot. Especially since it's with you."

Hank smiled and pulled him closer. "There's no one I'd rather be mates with."

"Let's go work on my Swedish," Ryan grinned.

"You have a test tomorrow," Hank reminded him.

"I lied," Ryan replied and laughed as he lead Hank toward the bedroom.

"You just wanted an excuse to leave," Hank realized.

"That's right," Ryan grinned. "It had been too long since I felt you in me."

Hank growled as he grabbed Ryan's jeans and pulled them from his lover's body. He pushed Ryan onto the bed and lifted the other man's legs high in the air. "You are sneaky," he told him before running his tongue along Ryan's opening. "And I love you." He slowly pushed his tongue inside and began to stretch his lover.

Ryan didn't answer, simply responded eagerly to Hank's touch.

Hank focused all of his attention on Ryan's body and moaned loudly when he tongue began to move easily.

"Ready?" he whispered as he looked up Ryan's body and their eyes met. "You ready for me to get in you?"

Ryan nodded. "Please?" he croaked.

Hank smiled softly and coated his cock with the lube as he moved up Ryan's body. Leaning down to kiss his lover's neck, Hank slowly guided his dick into Ryan's entrance.

"Hank." Ryan's moan was low and deep. He spread his legs, pushing down on his lover's dick.

"My Ryan," Hank moaned and started to move slowly.

"No no no no," Ryan changed. "Fast. Need you," he begged, running his hands over every part of Hank's body that he could reach.

Hank's eyes rolled back as his pace increased. "I need you too," he groaned as he grabbed Ryan's hips and started slamming into him hard.

Ryan's growl was hard and loud as Hank pushed firmly against the small bundle of nerves on every stroke. "Hank!" he shouted again, arching up against him as he came hard between them.

"Ryan," Hank shouted seconds later. He carefully pulled out of the other man and collapsed next to him. "I love you," he repeated and pressed a soft kiss to Ryan's shoulder.

"Love you too," Ryan whispered and wrapped an arm around Hank, holding him tight.

"Sleep," Hank muttered and tightened his hold around Ryan. "You have class and I actually have a meeting - " He sighed. "I have five meetings tomorrow to be honest." He rolled his eyes. "I hate meetings."

"What are these meeting about?" Ryan asked. He hooked a leg between Hank's, pulling them closer together.

"Our head of security retired and no one wants the job. None of our security guys want the final say of being the boss and we can't find anyone that wants the job. I'm here to demand that someone take the damn job so I can quit worrying," Hank replied and kissed Ryan's neck softly.

"I'll do it," Ryan volunteered.

"What?" Hank asked, his arms tightening around Ryan.

"Find someone who's willing to be in charge for a year and train me. I'll do it," Ryan said again.

Hank leaned back and studied him intently. "It's dangerous."

"So's being in love with you," Ryan teased. "Seriously, I'll do it. Find me someone that'll train me and I'll do it."

"I'll bring it up," Hank replied. "I might be the Alpha but I need to talk to the rest of the Council before I bring in a new Beta."

"They won't say yes just because I'm going to be your mate, will they?"

Hank shook his head and gave him a small smile. "If they say yes, it'll be in spite of it."

"They love picking on you, don't they?"

"Sometimes I believe that is their only really enjoyment," Hank teased. "If they agree, I'll talk to Scott and Rob. I'm sure they'd love to train you."

"I want to be involved," Ryan told him.

"I know," Hank assured him. "I promise, I'll talk to them in the morning." He kissed Ryan softly. "Thank you. I think you'll be wonderful as the Head of Security."

Ryan smiled and settled back down against Hank. "I love you," he said into the dark room.

"I love you too," Hank promised him and closed his eyes. He was asleep within seconds.

End