Earthen vessels
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2minsforslashingTitle: Earthen vessels
Characters/Pairing: Marc Savard/Vladimir Sobotka
Rating: NC-17
Time: 2008/09 season
Summary: Is there such a thing as love and sex without sin?
Author's note: A stick salute to the talented Sasha Vic, whose lovely and troubled Sasha Semin (from "Of Brotherhood and Vodka) inspired this little fic about someone to whom religion offers comfort rather than angst.
Disclaimer: A fictional story, written solely for entertainment purposes.
Marc Savard awoke with a start, sensing he was alone. He swung his arm out, sweeping it along the sheet. It was cold. No Vladimir. What the fuck?
"Vladdie?" Marc lifted his head, blinking, and rubbed one eye. The condo was silent. He lay quietly for a moment, confused. It wasn't like Vladimir to just up and disappear like that. Hell, it wasn't like Vladimir to be UP at this time of the morning, let alone disappear. He looked the bedside clock: 9:50 a.m.
Savvy groaned, stretching his aching legs, heels first in an attempt to avoid cramps. He ached all over after last night's game. Add the scratches on his back -- Christ, Vladdie needed to either start biting his nails or stop fuckin' clawing at him all the time; he was going to leave scars -- and he was a wreck. He was getting too old for this shit, playing a game and then fucking half the night. You're gonna fucking kill me, you fuckin' horny Czech. And by the way, where the hell are you?
He crawled out of bed and pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a flannel shirt and yawned his way to the bathroom. Then he felt his way down the hall, squinting against the sunshine streaming in the kitchen windows, and thumbed the thermostat. He was just starting to fumble in the kitchen cupboard for coffee when he heard footsteps, and Vladimir burst in, carrying a Dunkin' Donuts bag, his blond hair touseled by the wind, cheeks red with cold.
"Savvy, you're up!" he said cheerfully, depositing the bag on the table and coming over to shove his cold hands under Marc's shirt. Savard yelped and cuffed him. "Since when do you get up this early? Where you been? You go out to get coffee? You could have made some, you know."
Vladimir pulled his jacket off. "I went to St. Leonard's," he said, dropping the jacket on a chair and pulling a doughnut and two cups of coffee out of the bag. "I got your favorite."
"Church?" Marc asked, dumbfounded, barely glancing at the maple cream doughnut. "What'd you go to church for, confession?"
Sobotka looked offended. "Confession? What do I have to confess?"
"Oh, about a gazillion sins, I'd expect," Savvy replied, thinking of the night before.
Vladimir snorted. "Confession. Hmphf. Can I have a bite?" he looked at the doughnut with greedy eyes as he poured his coffee out of its paper cup and into a mug. Marc nodded.
"So why did you go to church?" he asked, honestly curious. He hadn't even known Vladdie was Catholic.
Sobotka sat down at the table, picked up the doughnut and took a generous bite, rolling his eyes in pleasure. "To give thanks, of course."
"Oh, of course," Savard said. "Thanks for what, may I ask?"
Vladimir looked at him as if he were insane. "For you, Savvy. I give thanks for you."
"Huh?" Savvy said. "You go to church... to give thanks... for me? What?"
"I always gives thanks to God, Marc," Vladimir said, cupping his hands around his mug. "I give thanks for hockey, for my talent, for bringing me here, for my teammates. And for you. I often miss Mass, but I always give thanks." He smiled. "I like St. Leonard's. They're very friendly there."
"I bet they are," Marc replied, picturing little old Italian ladies pinching Vladdie's rosy cheeks and dreaming of blond great-grandchildren. He shook his head. "But Vladdie, you must realize... the Catholic church... I mean... come on...."
Sobotka sipped his coffee and resolutely pushed the remaining half of the doughnut toward Marc. "I asked my mother once," he said conversationally, "Why, if our family was Catholic, there were only two children, me and my sister. You know what she said?" he smiled mischieviously. Marc shook his head.
Vladimir frowned, concentrating on putting his mother's words into English. "She said, 'Why should some celibátu old men tell me how to... have children?' You know word, Marc, celibátu?"
"Celibate," Marc supplied. Vladimir nodded and repeated it. "Yes, celibate. My mother says, 'what do they know?' I was shocked, Savvy! Never heard my mother talk like that, about sex, you know? Shocked!" he shook his head, smiling in remembrance.
"I think I'd like your mother," Savard said. Sobotka laughed. "I think so, too. I think she would like you."
"Vladdie does she... does your mom know?" Marc asked, curious.
"Know?" Vladimir repeated. "Oh. Yes, I think so. I never said, but... I would say yes. She knows me well. And your mother?"
Savvy looked at the floor and snorted. "Oh, HELL no." He looked up. "I'm sorry, Vladimir. It's never gonna happen. I'm sorry."
Sobotka shrugged. "Anyway, my mother, she is a good Catholic. Good Christian. Loves everybody, follows God's law, understand?" he was speaking slowly, concentrating hard, as he had a tendency to do when it was important for him to get his point across, and Marc listened attentively, nodding.
"My mother tells me, 'listen to God, Vladimir, not men. Men are.... nedokonalý'?" he looked at Marc, his brow knitted. "Not perfect. God is perfect. Men are not. She said, 'follow your heart, and you will hear God,' and I do." He picked up the remains of the doughnut and shoved a corner into Marc's open mouth. "Eat!"
Marc started and blinked, grabbing at the doughnut. He bit off a piece and chewed, wiping powdered sugar from his lips. "I still don't get it, Vladdie," he said. "I can't go to church anymore -- not that I ever went much, I'll admit it -- but it's just gotten so, I don't know, hateful is the only word I can think of."
Vladimir nodded, then appeared to examine his coffee mug. "You see this, Marc?" he pointed to the cup. Savvy nodded. "I drink coffee from this nice cup. I drink coffee from a paper cup. The coffee is the same."
Savard stared, confused. "Huh?"
"God's word is God's word, Marc," Vladimir explained. "How it... comes? to me, yes, comes to me... makes no difference."
He smiled, looking appropriately angelic, Marc reflected. "Hate -- I don't listen. God does not hate. God loves. God loves me. God loves you. And I give thanks!" his eyes sparkled; he looked ridiculously pleased with himself.
Savard finished the doughnut and sipped his coffee."I dunno, Vladdie. It all seems too damn simple to me. Catholicism without guilt? Impossible."
Sobotka laughed as Marc got up and put his coffee mug in the sink. "Is possible," he said, his eyes flashing toward Savvy's crotch as the veteran center turned toward him. He stood up and pushed Marc gently against the counter, bending to kiss his neck. "Is very possible," he murmured, his hot tongue sliding along Marc's jawline. Savvy squirmed, his cock springing to life. Vladimir grinned, thrust his hips forward, and planted one hand on the counter on either side of his smaller teammate, effectively pinning him. "Mine," he whispered, dipping his head further and closing his teeth on Marc's collarbone. "Be still."
Savvy held still, his heart pounding. Whenever Vladdie got assertive like this, it turned him on to no end. He trembled as Sobotka unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it back, exposing his shoulders, then bent to lick his chest, trailing his tongue downward, circling his nipples and sucking them hard, then further and further down, along his ribs, nibbling and sucking. He pulled teasingly at the waistband of Marc's sweats, reaching in with his tongue, licking his way further and further down, and finally pulling them down around his ankles, dropping to his knees to kiss Marc's hips. Savard's own knees began to shake.
Grinning, Vladimir kissed the insides of Marc's thighs, working his way back up, then teasingly stuck his tongue out and licked Savvy's balls. Marc groaned. He wanted nothing more than to shove Vladimir's head down on his throbbing cock, but he obeyed Vladdie's command and didn't move, his hands trembling as he gripped the counter behind him.
At last Vladimir licked a stripe up Marc's cock and suddenly took him in. Marc gasped as he felt teeth scrape against his hardness -- Vladdie always walked that edge between pleasure and pain with incredible expertise. He was moving fast now, faster and faster, taking in almost the whole length, applying suction in the most incredibly maddening way. Savvy's entire body shook as his orgasm started to build, somewhere deep down inside his hips. "V- Vladdie..." he groaned, barely able to force the word out between his chattering teeth. In response, Sobotka clutched him, hard, and Marc let go, a sound between a scream and a groan wrenched from his chest.
The orgasm was mind-blowing. He was dimly aware of Vladimir holding his hips, keeping him up, as his body spasmed. A forgotten memory of riding a bucking horse briefly dropped into his consciousness, then dissolved as he looked down and focused on the blond head jammed against his stomach. He let go of the counter at last and reached down to grab Vladdie's shoulders, steadying himself. Sobotka looked up and grinned. "You OK?"
"Eeep," Marc replied, shakily trying to pull his shirt back over his shoulders. Vladdie stood up and reached down, pulling Marc's sweats back up around his waist, then kissing his throat. "So you're... you're telling me... that's not... not a sin?" Savard gasped out.
"A sin?" Vladimir snorted. "How is that a sin? Tell me. Miluji tě, Marc. I make you happy. I please you. I hurt nobody. Tell me how that is a sin."
Memories of countless lectures on sex, self-abuse, sin, hell, damnation, Christ dying for your sins, guilt, guilt, guilt flashed through Savard's mind, tumbling like dominoes. He opened his mouth, then looked at Sobotka's guileless, innocently beautiful face. He tried to speak, but nothing came out. There was no argument. There was only one thing he could say.
"Miluji tě," Marc said. "My Vladimir."
Characters/Pairing: Marc Savard/Vladimir Sobotka
Rating: NC-17
Time: 2008/09 season
Summary: Is there such a thing as love and sex without sin?
Author's note: A stick salute to the talented Sasha Vic, whose lovely and troubled Sasha Semin (from "Of Brotherhood and Vodka) inspired this little fic about someone to whom religion offers comfort rather than angst.
Disclaimer: A fictional story, written solely for entertainment purposes.
Marc Savard awoke with a start, sensing he was alone. He swung his arm out, sweeping it along the sheet. It was cold. No Vladimir. What the fuck?
"Vladdie?" Marc lifted his head, blinking, and rubbed one eye. The condo was silent. He lay quietly for a moment, confused. It wasn't like Vladimir to just up and disappear like that. Hell, it wasn't like Vladimir to be UP at this time of the morning, let alone disappear. He looked the bedside clock: 9:50 a.m.
Savvy groaned, stretching his aching legs, heels first in an attempt to avoid cramps. He ached all over after last night's game. Add the scratches on his back -- Christ, Vladdie needed to either start biting his nails or stop fuckin' clawing at him all the time; he was going to leave scars -- and he was a wreck. He was getting too old for this shit, playing a game and then fucking half the night. You're gonna fucking kill me, you fuckin' horny Czech. And by the way, where the hell are you?
He crawled out of bed and pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a flannel shirt and yawned his way to the bathroom. Then he felt his way down the hall, squinting against the sunshine streaming in the kitchen windows, and thumbed the thermostat. He was just starting to fumble in the kitchen cupboard for coffee when he heard footsteps, and Vladimir burst in, carrying a Dunkin' Donuts bag, his blond hair touseled by the wind, cheeks red with cold.
"Savvy, you're up!" he said cheerfully, depositing the bag on the table and coming over to shove his cold hands under Marc's shirt. Savard yelped and cuffed him. "Since when do you get up this early? Where you been? You go out to get coffee? You could have made some, you know."
Vladimir pulled his jacket off. "I went to St. Leonard's," he said, dropping the jacket on a chair and pulling a doughnut and two cups of coffee out of the bag. "I got your favorite."
"Church?" Marc asked, dumbfounded, barely glancing at the maple cream doughnut. "What'd you go to church for, confession?"
Sobotka looked offended. "Confession? What do I have to confess?"
"Oh, about a gazillion sins, I'd expect," Savvy replied, thinking of the night before.
Vladimir snorted. "Confession. Hmphf. Can I have a bite?" he looked at the doughnut with greedy eyes as he poured his coffee out of its paper cup and into a mug. Marc nodded.
"So why did you go to church?" he asked, honestly curious. He hadn't even known Vladdie was Catholic.
Sobotka sat down at the table, picked up the doughnut and took a generous bite, rolling his eyes in pleasure. "To give thanks, of course."
"Oh, of course," Savard said. "Thanks for what, may I ask?"
Vladimir looked at him as if he were insane. "For you, Savvy. I give thanks for you."
"Huh?" Savvy said. "You go to church... to give thanks... for me? What?"
"I always gives thanks to God, Marc," Vladimir said, cupping his hands around his mug. "I give thanks for hockey, for my talent, for bringing me here, for my teammates. And for you. I often miss Mass, but I always give thanks." He smiled. "I like St. Leonard's. They're very friendly there."
"I bet they are," Marc replied, picturing little old Italian ladies pinching Vladdie's rosy cheeks and dreaming of blond great-grandchildren. He shook his head. "But Vladdie, you must realize... the Catholic church... I mean... come on...."
Sobotka sipped his coffee and resolutely pushed the remaining half of the doughnut toward Marc. "I asked my mother once," he said conversationally, "Why, if our family was Catholic, there were only two children, me and my sister. You know what she said?" he smiled mischieviously. Marc shook his head.
Vladimir frowned, concentrating on putting his mother's words into English. "She said, 'Why should some celibátu old men tell me how to... have children?' You know word, Marc, celibátu?"
"Celibate," Marc supplied. Vladimir nodded and repeated it. "Yes, celibate. My mother says, 'what do they know?' I was shocked, Savvy! Never heard my mother talk like that, about sex, you know? Shocked!" he shook his head, smiling in remembrance.
"I think I'd like your mother," Savard said. Sobotka laughed. "I think so, too. I think she would like you."
"Vladdie does she... does your mom know?" Marc asked, curious.
"Know?" Vladimir repeated. "Oh. Yes, I think so. I never said, but... I would say yes. She knows me well. And your mother?"
Savvy looked at the floor and snorted. "Oh, HELL no." He looked up. "I'm sorry, Vladimir. It's never gonna happen. I'm sorry."
Sobotka shrugged. "Anyway, my mother, she is a good Catholic. Good Christian. Loves everybody, follows God's law, understand?" he was speaking slowly, concentrating hard, as he had a tendency to do when it was important for him to get his point across, and Marc listened attentively, nodding.
"My mother tells me, 'listen to God, Vladimir, not men. Men are.... nedokonalý'?" he looked at Marc, his brow knitted. "Not perfect. God is perfect. Men are not. She said, 'follow your heart, and you will hear God,' and I do." He picked up the remains of the doughnut and shoved a corner into Marc's open mouth. "Eat!"
Marc started and blinked, grabbing at the doughnut. He bit off a piece and chewed, wiping powdered sugar from his lips. "I still don't get it, Vladdie," he said. "I can't go to church anymore -- not that I ever went much, I'll admit it -- but it's just gotten so, I don't know, hateful is the only word I can think of."
Vladimir nodded, then appeared to examine his coffee mug. "You see this, Marc?" he pointed to the cup. Savvy nodded. "I drink coffee from this nice cup. I drink coffee from a paper cup. The coffee is the same."
Savard stared, confused. "Huh?"
"God's word is God's word, Marc," Vladimir explained. "How it... comes? to me, yes, comes to me... makes no difference."
He smiled, looking appropriately angelic, Marc reflected. "Hate -- I don't listen. God does not hate. God loves. God loves me. God loves you. And I give thanks!" his eyes sparkled; he looked ridiculously pleased with himself.
Savard finished the doughnut and sipped his coffee."I dunno, Vladdie. It all seems too damn simple to me. Catholicism without guilt? Impossible."
Sobotka laughed as Marc got up and put his coffee mug in the sink. "Is possible," he said, his eyes flashing toward Savvy's crotch as the veteran center turned toward him. He stood up and pushed Marc gently against the counter, bending to kiss his neck. "Is very possible," he murmured, his hot tongue sliding along Marc's jawline. Savvy squirmed, his cock springing to life. Vladimir grinned, thrust his hips forward, and planted one hand on the counter on either side of his smaller teammate, effectively pinning him. "Mine," he whispered, dipping his head further and closing his teeth on Marc's collarbone. "Be still."
Savvy held still, his heart pounding. Whenever Vladdie got assertive like this, it turned him on to no end. He trembled as Sobotka unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it back, exposing his shoulders, then bent to lick his chest, trailing his tongue downward, circling his nipples and sucking them hard, then further and further down, along his ribs, nibbling and sucking. He pulled teasingly at the waistband of Marc's sweats, reaching in with his tongue, licking his way further and further down, and finally pulling them down around his ankles, dropping to his knees to kiss Marc's hips. Savard's own knees began to shake.
Grinning, Vladimir kissed the insides of Marc's thighs, working his way back up, then teasingly stuck his tongue out and licked Savvy's balls. Marc groaned. He wanted nothing more than to shove Vladimir's head down on his throbbing cock, but he obeyed Vladdie's command and didn't move, his hands trembling as he gripped the counter behind him.
At last Vladimir licked a stripe up Marc's cock and suddenly took him in. Marc gasped as he felt teeth scrape against his hardness -- Vladdie always walked that edge between pleasure and pain with incredible expertise. He was moving fast now, faster and faster, taking in almost the whole length, applying suction in the most incredibly maddening way. Savvy's entire body shook as his orgasm started to build, somewhere deep down inside his hips. "V- Vladdie..." he groaned, barely able to force the word out between his chattering teeth. In response, Sobotka clutched him, hard, and Marc let go, a sound between a scream and a groan wrenched from his chest.
The orgasm was mind-blowing. He was dimly aware of Vladimir holding his hips, keeping him up, as his body spasmed. A forgotten memory of riding a bucking horse briefly dropped into his consciousness, then dissolved as he looked down and focused on the blond head jammed against his stomach. He let go of the counter at last and reached down to grab Vladdie's shoulders, steadying himself. Sobotka looked up and grinned. "You OK?"
"Eeep," Marc replied, shakily trying to pull his shirt back over his shoulders. Vladdie stood up and reached down, pulling Marc's sweats back up around his waist, then kissing his throat. "So you're... you're telling me... that's not... not a sin?" Savard gasped out.
"A sin?" Vladimir snorted. "How is that a sin? Tell me. Miluji tě, Marc. I make you happy. I please you. I hurt nobody. Tell me how that is a sin."
Memories of countless lectures on sex, self-abuse, sin, hell, damnation, Christ dying for your sins, guilt, guilt, guilt flashed through Savard's mind, tumbling like dominoes. He opened his mouth, then looked at Sobotka's guileless, innocently beautiful face. He tried to speak, but nothing came out. There was no argument. There was only one thing he could say.
"Miluji tě," Marc said. "My Vladimir."
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