Revenge is sour (1/2)

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Title: Revenge is sour (Part 1 of 2)
Characters/pairing: David Krejci/Joffrey Lupul/Milan Lucic
Rating: PG-13 (this chapter)
Time: 2008/09 season
Summary: Lupul seeks revenge on Lucic by taking the one thing Lucic loves.
Author's note: Kelles and I had discussed a Flyers/Bruins fic and she came up with this idea and wrote the opening scene. I just took it from there. 
Disclaimer: A fictional story, written for entertainment purposes only.

"What the hell are you still doing here, Joff?" Scottie watched as Joff shot pucks into the net."I was wondering where the hell you were at. Come on, we're going to grab lunch with Steve."

Joff looked up. "I think I'll pass." He slammed anther puck. "Think I can score a hat trick tonight?"

"You almost did the other night," Scottie said, watching Joff curiously. Lupul seemed strangely agitated. "Why the Bruins, though? It's not like they're even our rivals."

"I hate the Bruins. Especially that fucking bastard Lucic." Joff's voice was moody. "I talked to Sandy last week."

"You mean you still haven't let that go? Shit, Joff, it's just a girl. She wasn't even that hot."

"Fuck you, Ups. She was hot as hell. And she was totally into me until…" Joff hit the next puck so hard that his stick broke.

"You have to let it go, man. It's going to fuck up your game."

"I can't. I tried. I just fucking can't. You should hear the stuff Sandy said he did to her. She almost started crying on the phone."

"You can't trust anything that slut says. I told you what-"

"Shut up, Scottie. You don't know her like I do."

"You don't either. You've only talked on the phone and online. She hasn't even fucked you, Joff. Why are you listening to her bullshit?"

Joff looked at Scottie, hurt on his face. "Just shut up. She's with Spezza now."

"Listen, Joff, you have to find a way to let it go."

"I can't."

"OK, if that's the way you feel." Scottie grinned as an idea came to him. "You have to get him back. Fuck him over the same way he did you."

"How?"

"Take someone who belongs to him. Or at least borrow." Upshall laughed.

"What are you talking about?"

"Krejci. Didn't you hear that they're together?"

"Really?  I didn't know that. I thought he was just into girls."

"Nope. And from what I hear things are kind of serious between them."

"Oh? Then how the fuck am I supposed to take Krejci away from him?"

"There are ways."

Joff glared. "Listen, Ups, I can't force him." From the look on Scottie's face, Joff could see that was exactly what his teammate was suggesting. "Uhh, no. No way. Are you insane?"

"I'm not saying you gotta force him, Lupes. It wouldn't be rape, not really."

"What are you talking about?"

"GHB. You slip a little in his drink, just a little, and he'll either be begging you to fuck him or asleep, and he won't remember a thing."

"Man, I don't know. I don't think I can do that."

"Lucic deserves it."

"Yeah, maybe he does, but Krejci doesn't."

"From what I've heard, he's no angel. He'd probably enjoy it."

 Lupul raised an eyebrown. "What have you heard?"

 Upshall shrugged and grinned, laciviously, but said nothing. Lupul frowned.

"I don't know. It's still rape, Scottie."

"So don't fuck him. There's other shit you can do that would piss Lucic off almost as much. You do want to piss him off, don't you?"

 Joff thought about it. "Well, maybe."

"Just say the word and I'll give you some of the drug."

"Wait, you have some?" Joff asked, knowing it really shouldn't surprise him. There didn't seem to be any line  Scottie wouldn't cross. "Fuck, I don't even want to know."

"You don't," Scottie said, grinning.

"Get it." Joff couldn't believe what he was saying.

"What?"

"Don't ask me any questions. I don't want to talk about it. Just give it to me before I change my mind."

 "Will do, Lupes," Scottie said. "See you tonight."

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If anything, the game put Lupul in an even more sour mood. The Bruins dominated from the outset, Lucic, damn him, hitting everything in sight, and Krejci setting up his linemates for three fucking goals. Lupul caught a glimpse of them sitting side-by-side on the bench at one point, their heads together, laughing it up about something. Probably the fact that their team was up by four fucking goals. 

Scottie nudged him in the locker room and slipped a tiny vial into his hand. "This should do it," he whispered. "Order him a margarita - it should mask the taste. It'll give you about two, maybe three hours at the most. Good luck. Wish I could watch," he grinned as Lupul carefully stowed the vial in his jacket pocket.

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"Gotta call home," Lucic said, looking at his phone as he and Krejci entered the hotel. "Jovan wants me to call."

 "Your grandmother?" Krejci inquired, concerned. "How's she doing?"

 "Not good, I don't think," Milan replied, frowning.

 David nodded. "You'll want to talk to him alone. I'll wait for you in there. Call me when it's OK to come up."

 "Thanks, Krech, I'll do that." Milan nodded distractedly and headed for the elevators as David went into the hotel bar.   

 Lupul, standing at the bar, couldn't believe his luck as he saw Krejci enter alone and scan the room, apparently looking for some of his teammates. No such luck, kid. He plastered a large smile on his face and waved, catching Krejci's eye, beckoning him over.

 David looked at the guy at the bar, confused. Was that Joffrey Lupul? What was he doing here? Strange. He glanced around, wondering if he'd inadvertently stumbled into a Flyers get-together, but Lupul looked to be alone. Shrugging, he made his way over to the bar.

 Lupul extended his hand. "Krejci, isn't it? Great game tonight, man. Hey, let me buy you a drink."

 Krejci studied Lupul as he shook his hand, his defensive instincts, for some reason, suddenly kicking into high gear. Lupul seemed almost too friendly; he looked nervous, his expression belying the cordial words. But they were in a public place, Milan was nearby, nothing could happen here, right? Ridiculous to be so damn edgy all the time. He really had to learn to relax. He smiled. "Sure, I'll have a..."

 "How about a margarita?" Lupul broke in, raising a finger to the bartender. "On the rocks, with salt. Ever have one, David?"

 "Um, no," Krejci said, watching as the bartender set the glass down in front of him. Lupul was looking over his shoulder, at the entrance, and Krejci turned to follow his gaze. "What?"

 Quick as lightning, Lupul took his thumb off the vial he'd hidden in his fist and emptied it into Krejci's drink, then shoved it into his pocket as David turned back. "Nothing. Thought I saw someone."
 
 David shrugged and tasted the drink. Not bad. Different. He took a larger swallow, then smiled at Lupul. "Thanks," he said.

 "Don't mention it," Lupul smiled back. David blinked. The guy had a beautiful smile. Hell, he was one of the most beautiful guys he'd ever seen. Jesus, why was he feeling this way? He took another large gulp of the drink, then nearly jumped out of his shoes as Joff leaned over him, putting a hand on his shoulder. He was whispering in David's ear, but the young Czech could barely discern the words. Something about the game and good passing and... my God, those lips. Had he ever in his life seen such kissable lips?

What's wrong with me? Suddenly feeling almost feverish, David drank the rest of the margarita hastily, then put the empty glass on the bar, his hand shaking. He pulled off his suit jacket and tie, stuck the tie in his jacket pocket, then pulled out his phone. Milan. Got to call Milan. He stared at the phone, his eyes starting to lose focus, and watched dully as Lupul reached out, turned it off, snapped it shut and slipped it into his pocket. "You don't want to call anyone, David."

 "I... don't?" he asked stupidly, the words wrenched out of him with a horrible effort. He could't see. The world was going gray. The voice whispered in his ear again. He looked up and his vision cleared for just a moment as he gazed into the eyes of the most gorgeous man in the world.

 "No," came the maddening whisper again. "You want me to fuck you. Isn't that what you want?"

 "Yes," he breathed. "Oh, yes." Yes, THAT'S what I want. I want... whoever you are. Who are you? 

 "What's your room number?"

 Concentrate. Room number. Milan. Help. "608. Milan..." David choked.

 "I think we'll wait," Joff said softly. He turned to the bartender, speaking loudly. "Could you tell Milan Lucic that David Krejci's gone out on the town with a friend? Thanks." Grabbing David's jacket and taking him  by the arm, he steered the young Czech into the lobby. Krejci stumbled, but Lupul's strong hand held him up. "We'll just wait, right over here."

 They didn't have to wait long. From behind a strategically placed pillar, Lupul watched Lucic leave the elevators and head into the bar. Perfect. Grinning, he dragged Krejci, whose eyes were totally unfocused by this time, into the elevator and pushed the button for the sixth floor. This was working out absolutely perfectly. 
 

Comments

[tinydancermags.livejournal.com]

Oh you are evil. EVIL! Or maybe that's Scottie...

What are you doing, Lupes? Seriously. You should know better than to listen to Scottie.

AHH! To much drama, can't wait to find out what happens! :)

[neo-queen157.livejournal.com]

Just one more reason to hate the Flyers...

[officerjudy.livejournal.com]

I am not a fan of Lucic after that fight between him and Mike Komisarek, so any fic where Lucic gets his comeuppance is dandy fine by me. :)

This is very interesting stuff. Looking forward to reading more.

[cpexplosion.livejournal.com]

Omg that is definitely crossing the line. How could you, Joff?? Over a girl who's now with someone else, too.. *shakes head*
But still, don't leave me hanging for too long!! ^^

[hayko-maxwell.livejournal.com]

omg that's fantastic! a dream is comming true flyers and my babies!lol
Poor David what are you doing to him!? and poor Milan at the same time... ah I just can't wait for the rest!love love love!

[kelles.livejournal.com]

Even though I've already told you how much I love this, I'll tell you again. I love what you wrote. The way you wrote Joff was just perfect. I wasn't sure if you could pull him off doing something oh so wrong but you did. ♥ ♥ ♥

[bruinsgirl37.livejournal.com]

Oooh, you have my immediate attention. *Sneaks off to read part 2*