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2minsforslashing2009-01-09 08:24 am
Bad penny (2/3)
Characters: Vladimir Sobotka, Marc Savard, Zdeno Chara, David Krejci, Sidney Crosby
Rating: NC-17
Time: 2008/09 season
Summary: After letting Chara know about Crosby, Sobotka returns to Savard.
Author's note: Apologies for splitting this from two into three chapters, but things grew a bit more complicated and events took on a life of their own. I won't delay part 3, I promise.
Disclaimer: A fictional story, told only for entertainment purposes.
Vladimir moved awkwardly down the hall to the room he was sharing with Marc, thankful no teammates were in sight. He hoped Savvy was still awake; though he never seemed to mind when Vladdie woke him up for sex, Vladimir hated to do it. Zdeno was right - it had been a long, exhausting day.
He slipped his key card into the lock and quietly pushed the door open. The bedside lamp was on, a good sign. Marc seldom slept unless it was dark. He moved quietly into the room, past the bulwark of the bathroom wall, and stopped abruptly.
Marc was lying on the bed closest to the door, on his stomach, the twin mounds of his naked ass glowing invitingly. His face was turned towards the door, but his eyes were closed, long eyelashes fanned across his cheeks. Scratches and claw marks stood out in stark relief on his back and shoulders, and even as Vladimir's cock twitched with renewed desire, his felt his face burn with shame. Marc caught constant shit in the locker room for those marks, Aaron Ward riding him mercilessly over the wild women he must be fucking, Savvy giving it back just as smartly, Vladdie trying desperately to look innocent but unable to join in the laughter, certain guilt was written all over his face. Zdeno never allowed him to do that; he always held his wrists or cuffed him or simply growled when Vladimir attempted to embrace him, and goddammit stop thinking about Chara!
"Is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?" Marc asked, in a voice decidedly not his own. His large blue eyes were open, looking at Vladimir with a mixture of lust and amusement.
"Huh?" Vladdie said, startled out of his reverie. Marc chuckled.
"Never mind," he said. "You got 30 seconds to get your cock in my ass or...."
"Or what?" Vladimir smiled, hastening to pull his clothes off.
"Or... umph!" Savard exhaled sharply as Sobotka landed on his back, sank his teeth into Marc's neck and slipped his arms around his ribs and squeezed, hard. He spotted the bottle Savvy had conveniently left on the nightstand and grabbed at it, rising to his knees to lube himself as Marc rose to his own knees in turn, giving Vladdie perfect access to his perfect ass.
Oh, fuck yeah. The words exploded in his brain in perfect English, but Vladimir didn't stop to think about it, just squared his cock and shoved, hard, relishing the sound of Savvy's muffled squeal as he buried his face in the pillow and shoved back. Their bodies, almost perfectly matched, slammed together as they both fought to draw breath, hearts hammering, blood roaring through swollen vessels. What sounded like a combination of French and English obscenities, delivered at top volume, were smothered by the pillow, while Vladimir bit his lips hard in an effort at silence, finally losing the battle and groaning in ecstacy as his cock was squeezed hard inside Marc's ass. He dropped his forehead to Savvy's back and clutched at his hips as his orgasm ripped through him, and he hung on for dear life, grinding his teeth hard to muffle his shrieks. Marc held his breath, feeling Vladimir's cock spurt, then grabbed at his own cock and yanked, hard. That touch was all it took as he joined his partner in orgasm, body shuddering and finally collapsing, his breath driven out as Vladdie landed on top of him.
"I can't -- breathe," Marc gasped. Vladimir instantly rolled onto his back and grabbed Savvy around the ribs. flipping him over with surprising ease. "You OK?" he asked, concerned. Marc nodded, panting. "Yeah, thanks. Jesus, Vladdie. I think one of these days you WILL kill me." He grinned up at Sobotka's worried face, and patted his cheek. "What a way to go."
Vladimir smiled, relieved. Marc struggled to sit up, then ran his hands through his hair and stretched. "So what got you so riled up, anyway? Chara make you give him a blow job?"
Sobotka dropped his smile. "Savvy! Of course not! You think Zdeno would -- you really think -- " he sputtered.
"Vladimir, when it comes to Zee, I have no idea," Savard said. "I owe the guy my life -- hell, you know that -- but still, I don't mind telling you, there are times when he scares me."
The young Czech started to scoff at the notion, but then stopped. Chara was frightening. That was part of his appeal. He looked at Marc helplessly. "He didn't do anything, Savvy. He just... is. He just..."
Savard nodded. "Don't try to explain, Vladdie. I know what you mean. You guys do have a past, after all. You can't forget that."
"You do too," Vladimir replied "You told me, once, Zdeno..."
"Yeah," Marc shuddered. "The difference is, I want to forget it."
Vladimir's eyebrows shot up, but he held his tongue. He was just glad Marc seemed to understand, and he didn't want to press the subject. He got up to use the bathroom and pick his clothes up off the floor, then joined Marc in the other bed, turned off the light, and curled up next to the veteran center.
Savard's eyes were closed, but he wasn't asleep. He felt Vladimir's arm slip around him and tried to relax as guilt gnawed at his soul. He understood perfectly how Vladdie felt about Chara, because he felt the exact same way about David Krejci.
But nobody was ever going to know that, least of all Vladimir. He'd keep that feeling triple-locked in a strong box, weighed with boulders, and sunk to the very bottom of his heart.
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Like all good captains, Zdeno Chara had his spies.
One of those spies reported in 30 minutes before game time at TD Banknorth Garden as the Bruins prepared to play the Carolina Hurricanes, a night before another home game against the Penguins; word was the Pittsburgh team had arrived in Boston in the early hours of the morning. A locker room attendant made his way over to Chara's locker and whispered in his ear. Sidney Crosby was in the building, apparently alone.
Chara nodded his thanks, making a mental note to reward his scout with extra tickets on the next homestand, then glanced over at David Krejci. The Czech center was guffawing over something Milan Lucic had said, his eyes sparkling with glee. He locked eyes with Chara and grinned, and the Bruins captain grinned back, then picked up one of his skates and examined the blade critically. There was a game to play. A game to win. Anything else -- even the thought of a lurking Sidney Crosby -- would have to wait.
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I loved this. Great job, as always!
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I really appreciate your lovely comments.
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Hope to see more soon! It's killing me not knowing what Crosby's up to >.
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Marc and David - now that's a good question. We'll see, I guess.
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update soon, please.
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;D
savvy thinking about krejci: JESUS GOD YES PLEASE. i don't know how else to say it. ;D ;D ;D i love the secrets everyone is keeping. that the reader knows all, sees all, but the characters don't - tension galore. love it. i love the image of krech laughing with looch with all this other stuff happening all around - it's like krech is the focal point even though his role so far in this particular story has been minor. (love him love him cannot resist him bwee graaaabbyhands.)
i love the dichotomy between savvy being understanding of vladdie's reaction to zee and his own need to keep his desire for krech absolutely hidden. nice double standard, marc. ;D
ready for the next part when you are! ;D
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yeah, funny how David has developed into the eye of the storm here. Does make it interesting that he's oblivious to it all.
And oh, poor Marc. It's not that he doesn't trust Vladdie to understand, more that he's frightened to death of hurting him. After everything they've been through, Savvy would rather die than hurt Vladimir.
I was really, really hoping to wrap up the final part tonight, but I'm absolutely wiped out as I got up way too early and it's been a long day. And I really, really want to make it good, so I don't want to get slapdash with it. I'll finish it up and post it asap, but it might be a little bit longer a wait than I had planned. :-(
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as for marc's fears - i'm all over that. that pair has been through a lot, haven't they? (selfishly i pout that it stifles marc's ability to hook up elsewhere - LIKE WITH ELLS - but it's so sweet that he's settled down with vladdie and their chemistry really is incredible in your hands.)
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loved it. great chapter as always.
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Thanks for the lovely comments.
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Anyways, just wanted to say that I absolutely LOVE your Zee. I was watching the...it must have been the Sharks game, last week, and I heard I think it was Wides call him "Zee" on-ice, and it made me smile so hard. :D I'm really curious as to what Sidney could be up to..hrm...and also, poor Savard! D: Unrequited lust/love is so SAD.
Off to read the next part, hoping there'll be some Looch involved....
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Zee is a wonderful character to play with, indeed. Glad you're enjoying him!