2minsforslashing | Revenge is sour (2/2)

Title: Revenge is sour (Part 2 of 2)
Characters/pairing: David Krejci/Joffrey Lupul/Milan Lucic
Rating: NC-17
Time: 2008-09 season
Summary: Seeking revenge against Lucic, Lupul goes after Krejci.
Author's note: Thanks and credit to Kelles, with whom this idea was bounced around and who graciously loaned me her Lupul.
Disclaimer: A fictional story, written only for entertainment purposes.

Lupul carefully checked the hallway for any wandering Bruins, saw that it was empty, and pulled Krejci down the hall to room 608. He dug in David's pants pocket for the key card, opened the door and pushed him inside, pulling the door closed behind him and throwing the safety bolt. He should be able to nail the bastard and haul ass before Lucic figured out what was going on. His cock was stiffening at the thought as he studied Krejci's ass; the young Czech was standing in the middle of the room, his head down, swaying and breathing hard.

"David," he said, tossing the Bruin's jacket on a chair and reaching for his belt as he started forward. Krejci turned, eyes rolling in his head like a pair of playground marbles, then dropped to his knees.

Joff stopped, startled. He hadn't expected this. Krejci grinned madly and reached out, pulling him closer, then yanked at his belt buckle with surprising vigor. He hauled Lupul's pants and boxers down in one violent motion and battened on his cock, taking in almost the entire length in one swallow.

"Holy shit!" Lupul gasped, clutching at Krejci's head to steady himself. Not a good idea. He staggered, almost falling to the floor, then caught himself and managed to stay upright. Krejci didn't even appear to notice as he worked away on Lupul's cock, deep-throating him with ease, using his tongue to magical effect.

Joff had never felt anything like this. Even Upshall didn't give head this good. Before he knew it, he was throwing his head back and breathing in great gulps of air as he exploded in Krejci's throat. David swallowed, his hands convulsing on Joff's ass, then fell backwards with a loud clunk as his head hit the carpeted floor, a driblet of semen escaping from his lips and rolling across his cheek.

Lupul staggered to the bed and collapsed, breathing hard. Well, THAT didn't go as planned. My God. So much for a quick fuck. It was going to take him a while to recover, to say the least. He lifted his head and looked at Krejci, who was lying on his back in the middle of the floor, staring at the ceiling, unblinking.

"Shit," Lupul got up, pulled his pants up, and grabbed Krejci by the arm. The slight center came off the floor easily enough, falling into his arms. Joff half-dragged, half-guided him to the bed, dropped him unceremoniously on his back and bent to take off his shoes and socks. Still staring, Krejci began to mutter in Czech, then reached down and groped about until he found Lupul's head. Tangling one hand in Joff's hair, he pulled, surprisingly hard.

"Ow!" Joff cried, Krejci laughed weirdly, said something in Czech, and pulled again. Lupul climbed onto the bed, and Krejci let go of his hair and grabbed at his shoulders, pulling him down into a hard kiss. Joff wondered briefly if the tangy taste in David's mouth was the remnants of the drug or his own semen.

Krejci moaned and thrust his hips upward. "Fuck," he whispered. "Want... want..." he lapsed into Czech again, but it wasn't difficult to deduce what he wanted. Lupul grinned and reached for Krejci's zipper. At that moment, the door opened and slammed against the safety bar. Joff jerked, almost levitating off the bed. "Shit!"

It was Lucic. "Krech?" he called. "It's me. Open the door!"

Lupul couldn't move. What to do? He stared at Krejci, willing him to be silent. David looked confused. "M - Milan?" he croaked. "Where...? What...?"

"David?" Lucic cocked his head at the opening. He could swear he heard Krejci. "David! Are you all right?"

An inarticulate cry came in response. Lucic froze, then screamed in panic. "DAVID!" He slammed his heavy frame against the door; it shuddered against the bolt. He tried again, but the door refused to give.

"Hold on, David! I'm gonna get Chara!" Lucic called.

CHARA? That jolted Lupul out of his state of frozen panic and into a state of real fear. "Wait!" he screamed, leaping off the bed and slamming the door, then throwing off the bolt. He opened the door and found himself nose-to-nose with 220 pounds of white-hot fury.

"What the FUCK are YOU doing here?" Lucic screamed, shoving Lupul hard in the chest. Not waiting for an answer, he dove at the bed, grabbing Krejci with both hands, pulling him up into a sitting position. "David!" he cried, staring into Krejci's unfocused eyes. "What - what happened?" Krejci's mouth moved, but no words came out. His hands worked at Milan's shoulders. Shaking, Lucic laid him gently back down on the bed, then turned to face Lupul.

"You drugged him, you bastard!" he shouted, crashing his fist against Joff's cheekbone. Lupul reeled and fell backwards onto the bed, Lucic on top of him, reaching for his throat, murder in his eyes. "Fucking RAPING him, what the fuck is WRONG with you? Are you insane?"

"I - I didn't - didn't do anything, honest!" Lupul gasped. "I haven't touched him!"

"Oh, no?" Lucic reached out with one massive hand and tilted David's head to the side, revealing his cheek, decorated with a dried trail of semen. Then the hand was back around Lupul's throat, and Joff was starting to see stars. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you," Lucic growled.

Joff struggled to breathe. "Suh - Suh - Sandy!" he gasped out.

"Sandy? Who the fuck is Sandy?" Milan muttered, but he eased some of the pressure so Joff could talk, glancing over at Krejci as he did so.

"The girl you stole from me! Last summer, after that banquet!"

Lucic looked puzzled for a moment, then light began to dawn in his eyes. Then, anger again. "HER? You're raping my... my... because of HER? Jesus H. Christ, Lupul, I always knew you were stupid, but not this fucking stupid!"

"She said you... you..." Joff stayed on his back on the bed, still afraid to move, as Lucic loomed over him.

"Oh, I'll bet she did," Milan replied, closing his eyes for a moment. Then they snapped open with renewed urgency. "You didn't fuck her, did you? Tell me you didn't!"

"No, but you did - she said you hurt her, you..."

"I didn't fuck her, Lupes, and you can be fucking glad you didn't either. She's got fucking herpes."

Joff stared. "You're lying."

"I'm not fucking lying, you asshole." Lucic walked around to the other side of the bed, sat down, and pulled Krejci into his lap. David smiled and murmured, his eyes closed, and managed to wrap his arms around Milan's waist and nestle his head in Lucic's lap. Milan stroked his hair, looking at Lupul. "You owe me, Lupul. She had a full-blown fucking infection and she didn't tell me. If I hadn't turned the light on, I would have been up shit creek. I guess she didn't appreciate the fact that I practically screamed and ran, did she?"

Joff opened his mouth, then closed it again. He was speechless. "Jesus Christ," he finally muttered.

The anger seemed to have seeped out of Lucic. He simply sat and held Krejci, running his fingers over the young Czech's brown locks. "So, in revenge against me for sparing you a dose of herpes, you drug and rape my partner. Is that about right?"

Lupul turned crimson and looked down at his hands. "I'm so sorry."

"SORRY?!" Lucic suddenly bellowed, making Krejci jump and whimper. "It's OK, Krech." He glared at Lupul. "Fucking sorry isn't going to cut it, Lupul. Besides, it's not me you should be apologizing to." He looked down at David, who stirred in his lap, then back at the Philly player.

Lupul looked at Krejci, reached out and touched his head. "I'm sorry, David," he whispered. "I'm so fucking sorry."

Krejci lifted his head and looked quizzically at Lupul, then smiled. Reaching up with one hand, he tangled his fingers in Joff's hair and pulled him close. "You're beautiful," he said, and kissed him. Lupul's eyes widened in surprise, and he realized Krejci must still be under the influence of the drug. The fucking drug. Jesus, what a fucking idiot I am.

"Isn't he beautiful?" Krejci said, letting go and looking up at Lucic, who looked down at him, concerned. "How are you feeling, David?"

Krejci thought. "Dizzy. Horny." He giggled and looked at Lupul, cocking his head like a curious puppy. "Another menage a trois!" he said happily, apparently pleased to have solved a puzzle. "No girl this time!"

"No, David, I don't think-" Milan said, then stopped as Lupul clutched his arm. "Have your way with me," Joff said, in a low, choked voice. "I deserve it. Tie me up, hit me, you can both fuck me, Whatever you want. I can't just leave, not without some sort of payback."

"NO!" David cried, looking at Joff with sudden panic in his eyes. "No tying up!"

"No, David, it's OK," Milan said, hugging him and looking up at Joff. "Krech doesn't like to hear about that kind of thing. Maybe if you just... return the favor to him, we can call it even."

"Hell yeah," Joff said, relieved. He pulled his shirt off and dropped his pants again, moving quickly in case Lucic changed his mind and started talking about fetching Chara again. David watched him avidly, then let go of Milan and moved up the bed to give Joff room between his legs, pulling impatiently at his own clothes. Lucic stood up and then sat down on the other bed, apparently content to watch.

Naked, Lupul knelt between Krejci's legs and took his stiff shaft into his mouth. Krejci moaned his pleasure, sliding his hands along his own naked body before plunging them into Joff's thick brown hair. Lupul licked Krejci's cock, concentrating hard on his task, now lifting his head and then dipping it down to tongue Krejci's balls; he glanced over at Lucic out of the corner of his eyes, and saw with a start that Lucic wasn't sitting anymore. He was standing, pulling at his own clothes, exposing his massive, muscular body. As Joff moved his head up and down on David's cock, he saw Milan pull his pants down with a convulsive jerk; his cock broke free and slapped against his stomach. Just as big as the rest of him, dear God.

David was whimpering, thrusting his hips upward, fucking Joff's mouth. Lupul closed his eyes, willing away the gag reflex as Krejci's cock drove deeper and deeper into his throat. Then he felt it - lube trickling over his ass, down his crack, dripping on the bed. Large hands gripping his hips. A low, growling chuckle. "Here it comes, Lupul."

Joff braced himself, pausing for just a moment, as Lucic slammed into his ass. His head snapped forward, his face connecting with Krejci's stomach, just as David cried out and came, shooting his load down Joff's throat. He felt a moment's panic, certain he was being impaled and choked to death at the same moment, before he remembered to swallow. Then David's hands were falling off his head as the Czech appeared to either faint or fall instantly into sleep, and Lucic mercifully paused, allowing him to lift his head and breathe.

The respite was a brief one. Lucic pulled his hips back and drove forward again, almost slamming Lupul down onto Krejci's prone body. Joff managed somehow to remain on his hands and knees, crouching low and pushing his ass backward. He hated to admit it, but Christ, Lucic felt fucking amazing. For a moment, he felt real envy for Krejci.

Lucic leaned forward over Lupul's back, murmuring in his ear. "Better than any fucking girl, isn't it, Lupes? You can't get THIS" - he shoved even harder, hitting the sweet spot, making Joff yelp - "from any herpes-infested bitch. Just me. Or maybe your fuckbuddy Upshall. Oh yeah, I know all about that bastard. He gave you the drug, didn't he? That's him, through and through. You just tell him to watch his fuckin' back, you got that?"

Lupul nodded, whining as Lucic drove into him. OhjesuschristgodohfuckohFUCK he was gonna come, the powerful cock slamming into him, no need to even touch himself, he was coming, coming, spurting, drowning in a white flood as Lucic continued to pump his hips and pant in his ear and groan aloud as he came in Lupul's ass, his cock leaping in delighted fury.

Lucic released him from his death grip, and Lupul fell over, beside Krejci, whose eyes opened when the bed bounced in response. "Shit," Krejci muttered, looking down at the ribbons of semen decorating his stomach and chest. He looked up at Milan, who stood up and peeled the condom off his deflating cock. "Did you do that?"

"No, he did," Lucic said, pointing. Krejci turned his head, puzzled. "Who the hell - is that Joffrey Lupul? How did you... Milan, what the hell's going on?"

"Welcome back, David," Lucic said. He looked at Lupul, who sighed in relief. "We even?" the Flyer asked, hopefully.

"Hell no, Lupul, not even close," Milan said. "Now clean yourself up and get the hell out of here. I've got some things to explain to David."

Lupul nodded, gathered up his clothes, and retreated to the bathroom, where he quickly cleaned up as best he could and dressed. He stepped back into the room, meaning to apologize once more before leaving, then stopped at the tableau in front of him.

Lucic was kneeling on the bed, holding Krejci in his arms. David's head was resting on Milan's chest. Their eyes were closed, and Lucic was whispering, tenderly stroking Krejci's hair. As Lupul watched, Krejci shuddered, and Lucic clutched him closer. "I'll always be here," Joff heard as he backed away, feeling a horrible mixture of shame, guilt, embarassment and envy. He reached backward, pulled the door open and stepped out, closing the door quietly behind him.

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I think I'm speechless. Huh.

Oh, wait. I thought of something.

Nothing quite puts the fear of God in you like the threat of Zdeno Chara. Better watch out, Lupes. And you might want to pass the message along to Scottie.

Awesome. :)

You got that right. ;-)

Thank you so much. I'm so happy you liked it.

Oh! This was wonderfully well-written, my friend! I loved this story. It was evil, but you didn't let Krech get hurt so...not THAT evil, haha. You have so many emotions in this story, and they are all very believable. I love the tenderness between Milan and David:) And I'm glad that Joff is sorry. And that end image, so sweet:) Protectiveness is so cute. And all the Chara-fear is so funny! I love poor Joff's reaction to hearing Milan say he'll go get Chara. I'm babbling, I'm sorry.

Great job! More from you soon!

Babbling is good! :-) Thanks for the enthusiasm - it's much appreciated. Poor David - I couldn't let him be TOO horribly abused; I've already practically got him ready for the rubber room as it is.

Milan to the rescue! Haha, love Joff's reaction at Chara,too *snickers*

Thanks! Yeah, if Milan isn't scary enough, Chara will certainly put the fear of God in you. ;-)

WOW what a great ending. Part of me was actually hoping that Chara would come in and beat the hell out of Joff.

LOL, thanks very much. Just the thought was probably enough for poor Joff.

There is just so many things I love about this.

The way you wrote Joff - his sorrow, guilt, and envy for what the David & Milan have.
The hot revenge sex between Milan & Joff. Milan getting Joff back for what he did to David. very, very hot and at the same time as the menage a trois... was just perfect.
And I loved how you put Joff's fear of Chara in there. That was too great.

The ending really got me this morning. I don't think the first time, I read it though that I felt the same way. I can't help but think that Joff watching the tender moment between them, Joff wishes he had what they did. Sure, he has Scottie but things will never be like that between them.

Thanks so much - glad you liked those points, especially the fact that Milan isn't above using sex for revenge on Joff, after implying that his "servicing" David would be enough. Milan's not an angel either. He's human, and he has his flaws.

That said, I did feel that Joff's punishment wasn't so much the physical abuse (or humiliation, if you will) as it was the envy he feels for Milan and David. You're right - he'll never have what they do, and he knows it. Karma.

I really need to write some more Chara fic.... ;-)

You're right - he'll never have what they do, and he knows it. Karma.

That is so true. And somehow, I think knowing this that things won't be the same for him for awhile.

You really got me thinking about the Joff in my universe too. In POLY there is a hint of it, that he wants something more than what he gets from Scottie but I'm not sure I see him getting it. You've given me a plot bunny for a whole new fic where Joff will get it but I need to finish POLY first. You've actually given me some ideas for the epilogue to POLY too.

Oh, noes! Not another plot bunny! LOL

Speaking of which, I'm working on a epilogue to this fic, involving Chara. Just could not resist. ;-)

Nifty.

Concise and nice! Thanks! :-)

Meh. It's me short and too the point.

love it, love it, love it!!

The way Milan act with David and Joff reaction with the mention of Chara were just too much! I just tried to imagine what was going on in David's head as he wakes up... Poor baby.As usual wonderful job and I'm completly speechless in front of the story! I'm sad though that it's finish...

Thank you so much! Very nice comments. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Not quite finished though... an epilogue in progress as we speak. :-)

i love the tenderness krejci inspires in lucic. krech doesn't need to be taken care of - at least not under normal circumstances - but this bond they've got seems to thrive on those layers of tenderness and you really work that to the advantage of the story here. also, milan lucic in a RIGHTEOUS FURY is possibly the most awesome thing ever. i love that in the space of this half of the story looch can switch between dire concern for krech, pissed-off horniness - taken advantage of, thankyouverymuch - and the deep tenderness of the scene at the end. that is the worst punishment for joff - being purposely made to feel left out, on the outside of something gorgeous like that.

i loved this for its brief levity: "Another menage a trois!" he said happily, apparently pleased to have solved a puzzle. "No girl this time!" also, let me just say shamefacedly that i am a naughty girl for how much i love - and WANT - poor, drugged david krejci. (god, but he's beautiful when you make him hurt ...)

Poor Krech - I do abuse him so. No more, David, I promise!

I love Milan in a righteous fury too; the great thing about it is I don't think it's that much of a stretch - I think he WOULD explode into righteous fury very easily. I still think these two make a very unlikely pair, which is one reason why I also think they work together so well. I really love them together, all the more so because I never planned it that way - it just happened. :-)

Thanks so much for the lovely comments. :-)

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