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Title: Fine by Me
Author: me, more_unknown
Pairing: Brooks Orpik/Kris Letang
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Kris asks too many questions. As we are all well aware.
Disclaimer: Don't own, didn't happen.

One-shot fic inspired by the recent Trib article about how well Brooksie and Tanger work as a d-pair. The fact that I made it such instant slash in my head is probably telling of my sanity level.


"Oh, fuck."

"How do you feel, Tanger?"

"Not bad," Kris said, as Brooks Orpik tackled him down on the bed in what was becoming a regular routine.

Frankly, Kris was enjoying what was going on and was trying not to think about it, but he had to answer the question as best he knew how. He didn't feel bad, and his mind was brimming with its own questions, but he liked to think he knew better than to ask--

"Are we going to do it again?" he said, in a high-pitched, raw voice that he hated.

"Why not?" Brooks asked, and kissed him hungrily, growls rising from his throat as he pressed his hips into the smaller man beneath him.

Kris kissed back at first, getting lost in the sensation of Brooks' weight on top of him and the scruff rubbing against his face. He gingerly used his tongue to explore Orpik's mouth, before realizing that he'd meant to use it for something else. He gently tried to push the other man away, but when that couldn't budge him, he had to use the full force of his strength. Brooks almost toppled backward, but regained his balance, just in time to look down at Kris and scrutinize him. Letang wished he would smile--the intensity of his blue eyes creeped him out a little.

"Why do we keep doing this?" Kris asked.

"Shut up, Tanger," Brooks said, smiling finally, and dove back into the kissing without hesitation. Kris kept trying to speak--the word "but" crept out as Orpik awkwardly kissed his teeth, undiscouraged, moving onto his defensive partner's neck when it became apparent that Letang wasn't going to shut up. He sucked passionately at every surface of skin he could put his mouth on while Kris' clothes were still on. And Kris kept talking.

"I like this, I like this a lot, actually, but. . .oh, fuck, oh baptême," he gasped, regaining his composure long enough to say, "But I wish I knew what was going on here, I wish I could help myself. . ."

"Not me," growled Brooks into Letang's ear, getting the earlobe ever-so-gently between his teeth. "Actually, come to think of it, I am helping myself," he added. He was clawing at Kris' shirt, trying to get his arms out of the sleeves, trying to muffle the flow of words out of his mouth--

"Oh, what are we going to do?" Kris said, the tone of his voice now getting desperate. "Ahhhh." Brooks had taken off his shirt and was now kissing him everywhere else he could manage. Both of them were hard now. Orpik had one hand caressing Kris's shoulder and the other inside his pants. Kris was trying to eliminate the "pants" part of the equation while simultaneously begging that they slow down. He'd never known himself to be so contradictory.

With every touch that Brooks administered on his body, Kris felt himself melting further into the mattress, losing all sense of what was going on around him, other than the deliberate movement of hands all over his body and the ever-present weight over him--he closed his eyes, he squirmed, he swore. Brooks held his hands down. He didn't even want to move, but he enjoyed the feeling of pressure when he fought back. This was the way it had gone before--Brooks took control, reduced Kris to a puddle of ecstasy on the sheets, and fucked him senseless. At first, it didn't occur to him that he wanted to fight back a little, but he remembered that look of intensity in Brooks' eyes when he'd pushed him, and he longed to make it happen again.

He twisted his wrists under the bigger man's grip, and mustered all the strength he had to fight his way upward. Once he had freed one of his hands, he didn't even bother looking in Brooks' eyes--he knew what expression he'd see. He put his hand firmly on Brooks' face, guiding him into a kiss, more evenly matched this time. They sat facing each other on the bed, Kris between Brooks' legs, their erections becoming more and more painfully obvious. Kris' tongue teased Brooks mercilessly, controlling the kiss to the point that the other man couldn't get a move in edgewise. He flicked his tongue in and out and left bruises all over Brooks' neck in an effort to prove that he could be just as physical if he tried. He loved that he could make Brooks moan as loudly as he did. His heart raced as he realized his achievement, baring his teeth a little before diving into a passionate kiss yet again. Brooks' hands gripped blindly behind Kris' back, getting handfuls of muscle and scratching indiscriminately.

Kris finally mustered the courage to push Brooks underneath him, and he ground his erection into Orpik's hip selfishly, finally getting a free hand inside Brooks' pants. Both men were grunting, swearing, hopelessly desperate for whatever was coming next. Brooks kicked his pants off, Kris tore off his shirt for him. He kissed Brooks madly. He'd never felt such reckless passion in him before, such a desire to dominate.

"Fuck me," Brooks growled into his ear, thrusting his hips up into Kris.

"Chienne, you're going to have to beg for it," he replied, surprising himself with the words, almost laughing at himself. He hoped his eyes showed the tongue-in-cheek nature of his demand.

Brooks wrapped his arms tightly around Kris, pulling him closer, displaying both his strength and his need, repeating the words in a low rumble, "Fuck me. Please." Brooks' hand found Kris' cock, stroking it in compliance.

Kris smiled, groaned, happily helped Brooks up and lowered his opening onto his hard cock, going slowly as he noticed Brooks' discomfort, and did what Brooks had asked. He fucked him. He held Brooks' hands immobile, as Brooks had often done for him, instead allowing his partner's mouth to gasp unintelligibly. He was begging to be touched, but Kris wouldn't allow it, focusing all his energy on the fucking.

When he came, he didn't even bother cleaning up. He pushed Orpik backwards, getting his mouth on Brooks' still-hard cock. For the first time, Brooks screamed, not caring whether or not he was heard or if he sounded like he had been broken down. He had been. He fucked Kris' mouth as Letang put his tongue to further use, for once forgetting all of the questions he'd wanted to ask. Brooks' orgasm was forceful, hot, accompanied by twitching and swearing and more screaming. And Kris swallowed, coming up afterwards to meet Brooks' eyes.

"Never seen you speechless before, Tanger," Brooks sighed.

"Well, I have never seen you give in before, Brooksie," Kris replied. "Did I do a good job?"

"If I have to hear you ask that question one more time I'm going to kill you." Brooks pulled Kris down, holding him in his arms in a way they'd both become accustomed to.

"But did I? I mean, I hadn't--"

"Shut up," Brooks said. "I can't believe you called me chienne."

"You loved it."

"Maybe."

"You didn't? Should I have done something else? I could have--"

"Kris, you over-think everything. You don't know how good you are."

"Maybe I should take charge more often?"

Brooks nuzzled the top of Kris' head, trying not to let him see the unbridled joy and pride in his smile. "Fine by me."