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Jul 07, 2007 15:27

Title: Punished (one shot I think, being as I have to concentrate on other things)
Author:
slasher48 /
bad_bad_books
Rating: I don't think even NC-17 covers this one...I mean it this time
Pairing: Danny/Ryan/Martin, Danny/Ryan, Danny/Martin, Ryan/Martin
Disclaimer: I'd keep them in a room like this, and make them do things to each other like this every fucking day, but I don't own them, sadly, so that's just my sick and twisted fantasy :)

This takes place a WHILE ago, when Pyatt, Biron, and Briere *sniff* were stil on the Sabres, and Danny was still the captain...

Ryan slammed his way into the hotel room he shared with his fellow goalie, his captain's words echoing through his brain. It'd been a rough game, the kind where even the goaltenders get involved, and after beating the shit out of a certain Marc-Andre Fleury and earning himself a game ejection and a hefty fine for the team, he'd been confronted with a furious Daniel Briere. The captain's eyes had flashed as he'd pinned him against the wall with one broad hand, obviously the stronger of the two despite Ryan being the taller one.

'I'll see you in my room at midnight, Miller; we need to have a talk about how tonight went," he'd hissed into Ryan's ear, making the younger man shiver, before pulling away and walking calmly into the locker room.

Ryan was getting steadily more and more nervous as every second passed by to draw the time closer to midnight. Add to that, he was pissed because he'd been looking forward to venting to Martin, his roommate, but it seemed the other man wasn't there, and Ryan definitely wasn't in a good mood.

He sat heavily on his bed and rubbed his temples, trying to soothe away his headache caused by anxiousness, and had almost managed it with the silence surrounding him, before a loud thud and what sounded like..a moan? broke it.

His head shot up and he stared at the wall near him, remembering whose room was next door to his.

Danny's.

A gasp of Danny's name shocked Ryan out of his skin. His eyes fastened on the plain beige plaster again, widening almost comically.

That's Martin's voice.

He heard a groan that was most definitely Danny and swallowed; it was incredible how he managed to keep his own at bay, knowing what his sexy captain was doing to his equally gorgeous roommate in just the next room.

He glanced at the  clock and his throat went dry. Two minutes. Two minutes 'til he was due in his captain's room; he could only hope Martin was still in there. He could only imagine what was bound to happen should they all three be caught together in his captain's room; Danny's exploits with his players were the stuff of locker room legend.

He heard the chime of midnight and his cock jumped in his pants, but still he remained in his bed, ear practically pressed against the wall, unsure whether Danny would want him to interrupt, but knowing his punishment would prolly be worse for being late. He felt himself twitch again and gulped.

That wouldn't be so horrible, though, would it?

A loud chorus of rapid moans met his ears and he sighed, sure his two teammates had just gotten off. Chest heaving with nervousness and suppressed lust, he strode to the door of his room and closed it behind him, taking the three steps to his left to stand in front of Danny's door. He shuffled his feet as he stared at the polished white and the shiny brass handle, somehow knowing it was unlocked but still unwilling to open it.

Finally gathering his courage and not allowing himself to lose it, he pushed the door open and stepped inside.

What met his eyes should have surprised him, but having heard the rumors, it didn't.

Darkness, total darkness, not a speck of light to be seen.

A voice spoke, but he couldn't tell from where. "You're late." Danny's voice, with a distinct growl of disapproval. He wished he could check the clock, knowing he can't have missed his meeting by more than five minutes, but there wasn't one, and no light to see if there was.

A rather dim lamp was flicked on, but still he couldn't see his captain, only the couch which he assumed he was to sit on. "Sit," a command from Danny confirmed his suspicion. He sat, warily examining the room, hoping for a flash of movement or a whisper of sound that would tell him where his captain was, and if Martin was still there, where he was as well.

"You know why you're here, don't you, Ryan?" Ryan nodded, then resisted an urge to smack himself; Danny couldn't see him. He opened his mouth to answer, but another soft growl stopped him.

"I can see you just fine, don't you worry. I assume you think you're here about what happened during the game tonight." Danny's voice was knowing, and he nodded, wishing more than anything he could see his captain's face and know where this was going.

His captain chuckled, and finally, his ears sharpening, he pinpointed the sound, staring into the darkness at the corner of the room where he was sure Danny was seated.

It wasn't necessary though, all that thought, because at that moment, he saw Danny emerge from the shadows, merely a dim outline as he made his way toward him like a jungle cat stalking its prey. "You're wrong. Yes, you've caused the team a fair amount of shame with your behavior tonight, but that has nothing whatsoever to do with why you're sitting here right now."

Ryan stared at his captain with confusion and no small amount of fear; what else had he done to land himself in this position? "Uh...", he found himself speechless as Danny lowered himself to the couch and leaned over Ryan, his body pressing the goalie's to the soft leather. His eyes were doing that weird flashing thing again and it was doing funny things to Ryan's belly, his cock already half-hard.

As though reading his mind, Danny pinned him with a lustful gaze and hissed, "You're here because for the past two months, you've been driving me insane."

Ryan's body tightened at the obvious strain in Danny's voice and he fought the urge to thrust up into the captain's hard, taut body, mind running back through everything he'd done the past two months, trying to figure out what had caused Danny so much stress. "Um...", he tried again, speechless at the steadily darkening eyes scanning his face as he leant in again to whisper, "You're a wicked tease, Ryan Miller, and I've had about enough of it."

The next moment, he bucked his hips into Ryan's, hard, almost painfully hard, sucking on his neck and leaving little marks there. He felt his goalie squirming under him and pulled away, smirking as Ryan's hips tried to follow him.

"Ah-ah-ah, Ryan...nothing else yet. We have a guest, and guests should be entertained too, no?" He crooked a finger and an obviously aroused Martin Biron stepped over to them, blue eyes gone midnight with want. "You've been almost as cruel to poor Marty here as you've been to me, Ryan, dear," his captain said mockingly, pulling Martin onto the couch with them, but moving away as the French-Canadian tried to capture his lips. "Now, Martin, you know the rules; no kissing, none whatsoever, if you want me to continue to let you pleasure me."

Martin gave him a pleading look, but he didn't notice, eyes turned back to the writhing form under him. "Kiss him instead, Martin, and make sure he enjoys it." He got off of Ryan and perched on the arm of a chair abnormally close to the couch, watching as Martin leant down and easily took Ryan's lips, kissing him hard as he ran his hands through long dark hair and wrapped his other arm around his back to press their frames together, causing Ryan to moan as their tongues wrapped around each other.

Danny fought back a groan as their mouths pulled apart slightly, tongues barely inside them, twined around one another and slick with saliva as both of them moaned out their pleasure. "Enough," he said, harsher than he wished, to cover up his obvious lust.

Reluctantly, the two parted, staring at their captain, waiting for their next order. Danny grabbed Ryan's arm and pulled him toward him, grabbing his shirt and ripping it off him, then forcing him to his knees as he sat on the edge of the chair. "Suck me, Ryan, and make it fucking good, or I'll find some other way to punish you, one you won't like so much." Ryan undid Danny's pants and slid them down his legs; he never wore boxers, they were nothing but an unwelcome hindrance to his insatiable sex drive. He rubbed his face in Danny's groin, licking the warm, wet skin a little; Danny bit back a gasp. The kid was good, really good, and he'd barely started yet.

Feeling a rare guilt that he might be being selfish, he called Martin to him. "Strip him and fuck him; he deserves a little something too, good little cocksucking whore that he is." As Ryan's tongue wrapped around his shaft and slowly slid up and down the length of him, he heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down and two pairs of jeans being shucked, then boxers, as Martin hurried to please his captain. Danny pointed at a table, unable to speak at Ryan's ministrations, gasping as Ryan moaned around him, the vibration sending a shiver through his whole body, when Martin pushed two lubed fingers unceremoniously inside the goalie.

The soft, wet heat of Ryan's mouth surrounded him as the younger man took him in deep and he clutched handfuls of the dark hair, unable to stop a moan from escaping his lips, especially at the feeling of a stronger vibration as Martin finally penetrated Ryan from behind and he moaned again. He noticed Ryan's hand sneaking down his stomach to grab his erection and grabbed the offending arm and its twin, holding them up above Ryan's head as he was taken to new heights by Ryan's lips and tongue; even the teeth lightly scraping down his underside did nothing but increase his pleasure. Shucking his shirt, he moved Ryan's naughty hands up to his chest. "Touch my nipples, Ryan, make me even harder in your wonderful little mouth." Ryan did as commanded, tweaking the little nubs and rubbing them, making Danny arch further, almost gagging his goalie as his cock pushed further into his mouth. He swallowed around the length, relaxing his gag reflex, and smiled as his captain shouted, "Fuck!" and gripped his hair tighter.

Suddenly, Martin leaned into him and started to hit something inside him that made his whole body jolt with pleasure, heat flooding his body even as he moaned around the cock in his mouth, trying to push back and forward alternately and get more of both cocks in him. His gut was starting to tighten, his body in sensory overload at the smell of Danny's musk around him and the feel of his captain's hands tugging at his hair while Martin pounded into his ass and pressed hard against his prostate over and over, gripping his hips hard enough to bruise.

Danny heard a whimper from below him and felt Ryan's arms moving down again, knowing exactly their destination.  He took them into his own hands, feeling the man's pathetic attempts to free himself despite his position.  "Martin, hold him still," Danny commanded, making the transition.  With a free hand he took a fistful of Ryan's silky hair and jerked his head back, hard enough to draw a yelp from Ryan's lips as they left his captain's shaft.  "You will come when I want you to, Ryan," Danny uttered menacingly, tilting his captive's head upwards so that their darkened eyes could meet. "Struggling will make it much worse for you, understand?"

Ryan's black eyes stared at him imploringly, but his struggles stopped, his wrists limp against Martin's. He whimpered as at a nod from Danny, Martin pulled out of his ass. The French-Canadian started to stroke himself leisurely while Danny pulled Ryan up to sit on his lap, rubbing his ass with his cock teasingly, but making sure to stop full penetration.

"Please," Ryan begged, writhing on his captain's lap.

Danny sucked in a quick breath, but the smirk didn't leave his face. "You're such a dirty little whore, aren't you, Ryan...begging me for it. What do you want, babe?...tell your captain what you want so badly."

Ryan's eyes closed as he ground his ass harder against Danny's impressive cock, his mouth opening to pant for breath. "I...I want...you....ah...fuck me....ohh...please."

Martin spoke in French so Ryan couldn't understand, his eyes fixed firmly on the squirming man in his captain's lap, an evil smirk on his face. "What if we just left him unsatisfied, Danny? Teased him to a frenzy and left him to sort himself out like he keeps doing to us?"

Danny laughed along with his French-Canadian friend, replying as Ryan's eyes shot open, "I want to claim this delectable little morsel though, Martin; to leave him unsatisfied would be to leave myself unsatisfied, and as you know well, that is unacceptable."

The soft sounds of husky French spoken from his captain's sexy mouth were almost more than Ryan could bear. He bucked hard against Danny and grasped his shoulders; at this rate, he could come before Danny was even inside him.

Danny's eyes held a light of triumph in them as they turned from Martin back to Ryan. "You like that?", he asked in his own tongue, his smirk growing broader at the frantic nod from the man in his lap.

He'd discovered one of Ryan's kinks....interesting...

"Grab a condom and lube," he said to Martin in their language, nodding approvingly as he scurried to obey; Ryan's eyelids fluttered and he groaned at more of the silky syllables escaping Danny's mouth.

Martin handed him what he needed and lifting his goalie from his position on his thighs, Danny shoved two lubed fingers deep into Ryan's body, stroking and scissoring as he bit, licked, and nipped the other's shoulders, only pulling away his busy mouth to rip open the packet and sheath himself in the latex. His fingers scraped Ryan's prostate and he felt their hips grind together as Ryan bucked uncontrollably, moaning like the little slut he was quickly proving himself to be. "I'm going to make you wish you'd never teased me, Ryan," said Danny in his beloved French, preparing his goaltender for what was to come."I'm going to fuck you hard and rough 'til I'm satisfied, and I won't stop for a damn thing."

Ryan nodded, not caring what he was agreeing to, as Danny slipped his fingers from him and replaced them with the head of his cock, rubbing lightly along his entrance, quietly murmuring  "Beg me" alternating between his native tongue and English, driving Ryan mad with want.

"Please...god....fuck me, Danny, please!" With that, Danny nodded and slid all the way into his body, his hips slamming against Ryan's ass.

The captain let out a rare moan; Ryan's ass was as tight and wet as his mouth and he was finding it hard not to come on the spot, squeezed by all that soft heat. Pulling back enough to almost slide out of Ryan, he let his hips snap forward, impaling the goalie again. Ryan gasped, slamming himself down as much as possible, taking all of Danny inside him.

Danny didn't stop, just moved away again and continued to crush their bodies together, fucking Ryan hard and fast, an endless stream of moans falling from the goalie's lips as his prostate was crashed into repeatedly, tortured by the need to come but not daring to try to touch himself. He whimpered as he felt Martin move up behind him and place kisses down his back, until he reached where they were joined.

The other goaltender started to lick the place where Danny's cock was disappearing inside Ryan, running his tongue against the edge of Ryan's stretched little hole. Ryan's eyes rolled back in his head and he started to clench erratically around Danny, dragging another reluctant moan from him. "Fuck," he hissed, clenching his fists hard enough to numb them to keep himself from reaching for his cock.

Martin nodded at Danny's approving smile, helping to torment Ryan even more as his fingers started to brush up and down his sides and back and down to his ass, kneading the firm globes reverently and grinning at the gasping moans coming from the man above him.

Ryan was determined to come, even without touching himself, his eyes slamming shut as his senses were overwhelmed with strong waves of pleasure from every nerve in his body, panting, "Unh...harder!"

Danny obliged easily, leaving his own bruises on Ryan's hips as he pulled him up and hammered into his body even more, his cock stoking the flames inside the goalie as it stroked his inner walls in all the right ways, jamming into his 'sweet spot' every time his captain thrust. His orgasm coiled in his stomach and he looked away from Danny's face, hiding a grin as he realized this was going to be enough to push him over the edge. He gripped Danny's shoulders and fucked himself even harder if possible on Danny's cock, the heat rising through his body and sharp jolts of pleasure shooting through his every nerve.

"OH GOD, DANNY!", he yelled as he spurted over his chest and Danny's, riding out his climax as Danny, prompted by the scratches he left down his chest and his ass clenching like a vice around him, groaned his name and shot deep inside him, coating his insides with heat he could feel even through the condom. Martin, jacking himself off while he'd been torturing Ryan, was the last to come, tugging hard on his cock and shooting his load all over the front of the chair.

Danny pulled out of Ryan and set him on the floor, nodding for Martin to retrieve their clothes. He handed the pile to Ryan, coming slowly down from the most explosive orgasm he'd ever had.

When they were all dressed, Ryan took a chance that no one ever got away with with Danny Briere. He sat back on his lap and, staring into calculating brown eyes that were just starting to lose their glaze, leant down to press his lips to his captain's, pushing hard to get into his mouth and swiping his tongue along every corner.

Danny couldn't help but moan; god, but he was a great kisser. It took him a second to realize what was happening, but by the time he'd lifted his hands to push the goalie away, Ryan was already leaving his lips, a wicked smirk adorning his own.

"I don't think I've been adequately punished, Captain. Same time tomorrow?"

Danny bucked his hips hard up into Ryan's, making the man's head fall back with sudden shooting pleasure. A slow smile spread across his face and he nodded. "Absolutely." He shrugged. "Bring a friend if you want. Martin's got things to do tomorrow."

Ryan closed his eyes and even though Danny knew what was coming, he couldn't pull himself away from those sinful lips before they descended on his. The kiss was almost as orgasmic as fucking Ryan had been, and that confused the hell out of him.

Ryan soon left his lips and his lap, though, waving and blowing him a kiss. "See you tomorrow, Danny."

Then he was gone, leaving Danny with a half hard cock and images that made him want to jack off for the first time in years.

Martin left quietly, leaving Danny to his own devices, and for once, Danny was satisfied with that.

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Damn, but that was hot. Even rereading it, it makes me wanna melt. Lemme know what you thought of it though :)

martin biron, team: buffalo sabres, author: slasher48, daniel briere, rating: nc-17, ryan miller

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