Fic: Werewolves: Another Visit (Henrik Zetterberg/Ryan Miller)

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Title: Werewolves: Another Visit
Authors: Dee and Ginny 2wingsnuts
Disclaimer: Real people, unreal events
Teams: Detroit Red Wings, Buffalo Sabres (Michigan State Spartans)
Warnings: AU, Werewolves, RPS, explicit sex
Pairing: Henrik Zetterberg/Ryan Miller
Rating: FRAO
Summary: Hank visits Ryan at State again
Author's Notes: For Kathie and Mer. Because they never said Stop!



Hank cheered loudly with the rest of the people around him. He knew they tied but, with these two teams, that was as close as winning. He smiled when he saw his mate smile and talk easily to the reporter. He loved watching his mate like this and he knew that Ryan had a hard time catching his scent in this massive group of people because he had a hard time catching Ryan's scent also.

He politely pushed through the crowd, made his way to the parking lot and leaned against Ryan's car. His Spartan green shirt was an unusual addition to his wardrobe but he had a feeling it would soon be one of his favorite shirts after tonight. He was wearing it with pride as he waited for his mate to appear.

It took a while for Ryan to appear and even then, he was side tracked by questions from fans and reporters. Hank smiled when Ryan spotted him. The grin that crossed Ryan's face made the wait more than worth it.

"Surprise," Hank said and laughed.

"Nice shirt," Ryan replied as he pulled out his keys and unlocked his car. "Ready to go get that pizza?"

"Are your friends going to tell me more embarrassing stories?" Hank asked with a grin.

"Probably," Ryan sighed good-naturedly.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world," Hank said as he got into the car. "Great game."

"How long were you here?" Ryan asked. "I never caught your scent."

"Too many sweaty people," Hank laughed. "And I was here since the beginning."

"What did you think?"

"That you're an amazing goalie," Hank smiled. "I also want to know if you can do some of those moves in bed."

Ryan laughed loudly and started the car. "Yes but I don't want to hurt you; you're not as flexible as I am."

"God," Hank moaned as images flooded his mind. "I'm more flexible than you think," he assured him.

"Then I'll show you some of my moves after we celebrate with the team," Ryan promised.

Hank grinned and bumped into him just before they separated to get into the car. "I can't wait."

~*~*~

"Hey Miller!" one of the guys greeted and passed Ryan a beer. "Congrats on the game," he yelled over the crowd.

"Thanks!" Ryan yelled back.

"Hey!" the man said as he turned to Hank. "I recognize you!"

"Me?" Hank asked, trying to quickly place the man and failing.

"Yeah. You played with Team Sweden at the World Championships!"

Hank smiled and nodded. "Yeah, that's me," he confirmed. "Henrik Zetterberg," he said and held out his hand. "Nice to meet you."

The guy laughed and poked Ryan before shaking Hank's hand. "You know everybody, Miller," he teased. "Name's John," he said before disappearing into the crowd.

"You have very strange friends," Hank whispered in Ryan's ear with a shake of his head.

"I know," Ryan grinned. "But they're fun."

"I can only imagine," Hank laughed. He pulled Ryan toward an empty table and found a waitress. They ordered and Hank leaned back in the chair, enjoying the look on his mate's face as everyone walked over and talked to him about the game.

"What?" Ryan asked after a few minutes.

"Nothing. You just really love this, don't you?"

"How could I not?" Ryan said as a reply. "It was a great game. We played hard and it only made the rivalry worse. I wouldn't have traded any of it for anything." He smiled. "But you," he mouthed.

Hank smiled softly but was interrupted by three more people sitting down at their table, bringing pizza with them.

"Miller," one of them said. "We intercepted your pizza."

"Thanks," Ryan replied as he reached for a slice. "Great game," he told them.

"Great goalie," another one commented as he poked Ryan.

"Hank, right?" one of the guys asked.

"Yes," Hank answered, taking the pizza that was shoved in his direction.

"Jack. That's Rob and the other one's Tim," he said, pointing to the other two. "Nice shirt."

Hank laughed. "Well, I couldn't exactly crash the game wearing maize and blue, could I?"

The four men turned and stared at him before breaking out in laughter.

"If ya did," Rob said, "We wouldn't let you be friends with Ryan anymore."

Ryan laughed and tossed a pretzel at them. "I can pick my own friends."

"Even you have better taste than to be friends with a Wolverine," Jack laughed.

Ryan laughed too. "You could have worn your jersey," he pointed out to Hank.

"The yellow and blue of Sweden?" Hank laughed. "Some might have taken that the wrong way."

"Too close," the others agreed. "People would have to pay too much attention during the games to realize it was in Swedish."

Ryan shrugged. "I like that jersey."

"I could have worn my red and white jersey but I like my new shirt," Hank grinned. "Hell, I spend so much time here, I might take classes," he teased.

Ryan laughed. "I think some people think you do already."

"You don't?" one of the guys laughed. "I could have sworn I saw you in my lit class," he teased.

Hank laughed and shook his head. "Maybe not lit," he said, his accent growing thicker at the idea. "Too much talking."

"Good point. Don't need all the girls falling at your feet. They seem to have a thing for accents around here."

"Not single," Hank reminded them. "You can keep the girls."

"Guess that means they're all mine, since Ryan here won't tell us who he's hooked up with," the guy grinned teasingly.

"Not gonna tell ya," Ryan said and laughed. "Cause if I did, you might try to steal them and I'd hate to kick your ass."

"Just because they'd see the awesomeness that is me and dump your skinny ass," his friend teased. "Hank, help me out here, any idea who Ryan's dating?"

Hank smiled. "I'm his best friend," he replied. "Of course I know."

"You gonna tell us? Or should we start guessin'?" Tim asked.

"You can guess, but he's threatened more than my life if I tell," Hank grinned.

Jack smiled knowingly and leaned over, whispering something in Hank's ear.

"Huh," Hank replied, his face expressionless.

"Am I right?" he insisted.

Ryan leaned back in his chair and smirked at his friend. "I threatened Hank's hair products if he told."

"Is that a yes?" Jack asked, still looking at Hank.

Hank smiled slowly. "Look at my hair. Seriously, you think I'm going to answer that?"

"You don't fight fair," he scowled at Ryan.

"He's a goalie," Hank laughed. "You should know by now that they play by their own rules."

"I'm going to find out one of these days," he promised with a friendly, challenging grin.

"Not gonna be hard," Ryan said with a laugh. "Cause I'm datin' your sister and usin' your bed."

"Jerk," he grinned. "Just for that, I'm takin' the last slice."

Hank smiled and glanced at his watch. "Sorry guys, but I'm gonna have to go. I have something I have to take care of in the morning. Ryan, stay and enjoy your post-game celebration." He stood, squeezed Ryan's shoulder and blended into the mass of people around them.

"I like him. He's a great hockey player too," Rob said once Hank was gone.

"Yeah," Ryan agreed. "He's the reason why I'm passing Swedish."

"And a good goalie?" Tim asked.

"Yeah," Ryan laughed. "He kicks my ass every time we play. He's got some killer moves and he's fast."

"Think he'd train with the rest of us too?"

"I'll ask him tomorrow," Ryan replied. He waved down the waitress, got their glasses filled and soon, another pizza was on its way.

Ryan helped finish the second pizza and then excused himself, telling them that he wanted to be at practice early the next day.

~*~*~

"Why'd you run out?" Ryan asked as he closed the door behind him. When he received no answer, he set off in search of his mate. "Hank?" he called out as he stepped into the bedroom. And grinned. "Hey sexy," he greeted as he watched Hank's hands slide along his body, one hand tweaking a nipple, the other ghosting down his cock. "This why you left? You wanted to play with yourself?"

"I wanted you to enjoy yourself with your teammates," Hank clarified. "And make sure I was more than ready by the time you got home. I know how horny winning makes you."

"So you decided to make me hornier?" Ryan asked. "By giving me you playing yourself?"

"Whatever works." Hank grinned at him and pulled him down until Ryan was sprawled over him. "I missed you."

"I missed you," Ryan replied and closed the distance, kissing Hank deeply. "Can I ask you somethin'?"

"Anything."

"Well, two things actually," Ryan laughed. "Will this change when we find our Puppies? Will I still feel like this toward you or will I gravitate toward my Puppy instead?"

"A little of both," Hank said. "You'll gravitate toward your Puppy, but this won't change. There will more." He frowned slightly. "Does that make sense?"

"Yes," Ryan replied. "I'll still want you as much as I do now but I'll want my Puppy more during a full moon." He nodded. "And who did Jack think I was datin'?"

Hank paused. "You might want to talk to your friend," he replied softly. "Cause you'll never believe who he guessed."

"Who?" Ryan asked again and poked him. "Tell me."

"He said my name," Hank whispered as he pulled away from Ryan. "He also said our secret was safe and then mumbled something about the pitcher on the baseball team."

"Rob," Ryan said with a small nod. He brought Hank back closer to him. "That secret is safe. And no one has come close to guessing that we're werewolves."

"No one will," Hank assured him. "But are you sure we can trust Jack?"

"Hank, I'd trust Jack with a lot but not the fact that we're werewolves. Don't worry. Jack won't say a thing because he's been with Rob for a while." He kissed Hank slowly. "Everything'll be fine."

"I trust you," Hank replied and pushed his hips toward Ryan's. "So, we gonna keep talking or you going to fuck me so hard my hips hurt?" He smiled slowly.

"Definitely the second," Ryan grinned. He gripped Hank's hips and pulled him close for a long, slow kiss.

"My Ryan," Hank moaned as he felt his mate's fingers slide easily into his body. "Feels good."

"God," Ryan groaned. "You really were getting ready for me, weren't you?"

Hank nodded. "I was lying here, waiting for you and remembering what your touch feels like as I stretched myself slowly, getting ready for you."

"You're going to be the death of me," Ryan whispered as he continued to work his fingers inside of Hank. "Thank you for coming out," he told him as he slowly removed his hand and lined his cock up with his mate's entrance.

"You told me how important the game was," Hank replied. "I told Coach I had the flu."

"Maybe I should get the flu and go back with you?" Ryan offered. He closed his eyes and hissed in pleasure. "I forgot how good this feels."

"See how good your Swedish is?" Hank asked before moaning. "Fuck, I think you get bigger every time."

Ryan stopped moving when he was fully sheathed. "Fuck," he whispered happily.

"More," Hank demanded as he thrust toward his mate. He growled softly. "Hard."

Ryan nodded and gripped the headboard before slamming back into his mate. "Hard. Fast. God, I missed you so much," he growled.

"I miss you," Hank growled back as he brought his legs up and wrapped them high around Ryan's waist. Moaning loudly, he tried to match each of his mate's thrusts.

Ryan moved faster before leaning down, careful to not force Hank to bend too much, and kissing his lover sloppily.

Hank smirked against Ryan's lips and pulled his legs toward him.

"Wha?" Ryan breathlessly asked.

"I stretch with goalie," Hank replied between moans.

Ryan grinned and bit down against Hank's lower lip. "I think I love you even more."

"That possible?" Hank asked with a smirk. He pushed toward Ryan and howled softly. "Not last much longer," he gasped out.

Ryan nodded. He reached down and grasped Hank's cock and stroked in time. "Love you," he said again, brushing the pad of his thumb over the tip of Hank's cock.

"Love you," Hank said the last word ending in a howl as he came hard between them, clenching tightly around Ryan's cock.

Ryan came almost immediately, deep inside Hank. He took a few seconds to catch his breath before kissing his lover, pulling out and flopping down next to him.

"Let's quit and just stay here forever," Hank gasped as he struggled to catch his breath.

"Okay," Ryan agreed.

"After you graduate," Hank clarified and curled closer to his mate. "I'll be here, naked, stretched and waiting for you."

"I'm going to graduate," Ryan promised. "But if you're here naked, stretched and waiting, how can you expect me to concentrate?"

"You're a goalie," Hank pointed out. "I thought you were good at concentrating."

"I am. Unless I have you ready and waiting for me," he grinned. "You ruin my concentration and I wouldn't have it any other way."

Hank sighed slightly. "Okay," he finally agreed. "I'll go back to Sweden and continue playing hockey, visiting you on full moons and random days. We retire before we get too old, that work?"

"I get you for the rest of the night?" Ryan asked.

"Of course," Hank assured him. "I leave while you're in class tomorrow."

Ryan sighed and gave him a tight hug. "Spring break is coming up soon," he said finally.

"Come to Sweden," Hank encouraged. "I'll send you a ticket. We'll spend most of our time in bed and you can watch me play hockey."

"I was hoping you'd say that," Ryan said. He grinned. "Dad already got me a ticket."

"Your father?" Hank asked in confusion.

"Brendan," Ryan explained with a mischievous grin.

"I'll send him flowers," Hank teased, leaned over and kissed Ryan softly.

"Have I mentioned how hot it is to see you in a Spartan's shirt?" Ryan asked.

"I have to cheer on my mate," Hank replied. "Besides, everyone around me had one on too. I had to blend in."

Ryan kissed him again. "Hot."

"You," Hank teased and kissed along Ryan's jaw. "If you got any hotter, you'd be swimming instead of playing hockey."

Ryan laughed and shifted closer. "Water polo isn't a good sport for me."

"Swimming?" Hank asked. "You could wear the European swimsuits."

"A Speedo?" Ryan asked, his eyes wide.

"What?" Hank grinned. "You'd look damn good in one."

Ryan thought about it. "Just for you, I wouldn't want to wear one in front of anyone else."

Hank smiled. "You're the greatest mate ever."

Ryan smirked. "I know. You're pretty good yourself."

"How good am I?" Hank asked with a teasing grin.

"The best," Ryan told him and kissed him softly.

Hank nuzzled his chin against Ryan, his beard leaving soft scratches. "That would be you."

"I think I'll fly out to Sweden for the full moon," Ryan murmured and wrapped his arms tightly around Hank. "That's how good you are."

Hank pressed a soft kiss into Ryan's long hair. "I'm glad I have you."

"Of course you are," Ryan smirked. "I'm the best goalie out there."

Hank laughed and kissed him again. "Goalies. I think I'm glad there's just one of you."

Ryan grinned. "I know something else you'd look good in."

"What's that?" Hank asked.

"Well, there's me, of course, but you'd also look good in my Spartan jersey." He leaned up and kissed Hank softly.

Hank grinned and sat up completely. "How about both?"

"Oh God," Ryan moaned. He stood and walked to the closet, pulling out a clean jersey. "Here," he said as he handed it to Hank and laid back down. "This'll be so fucking hot," he whispered to himself.

Hank grinned at him and slipped it over his head. "How do I look so far?" he asked, running his hands over the material.

"Good enough to eat," Ryan replied as he reached for his mate.

Hank laid back on the bed and spread his legs in invitation. "Go ahead," he smirked.

Ryan moved down Hank's body, running his tongue along his lover's cock before sucking softly on his mate's balls. Flicking his tongue against his mate's entrance, he moaned loudly when his tongue slid easily inside.

The familiar low rumble that always made Ryan harder than he thought possible filled the room. "Ryan," Hank moaned happily.

Ryan smiled and pushed his tongue deep inside, growling lightly as he scent of his mate filled him. He paused and looked toward the door.

"I heard it too," Hank confirmed with a sigh. "Don't answer it."

Ryan nodded and pushed his tongue in deeper only to pull back and sigh when loud knocking sounded at the door. "I'm going to kill him," he swore.

"Ignore it," Hank encouraged. "Pretend you're asleep."

Ryan smiled and slowly moved his tongue in and out of Hank. "I should answer that so he'll leave."

"You're just going to stop?"

"I'll make it up to you," Ryan promised.

Hank growled and glared hard at Ryan. "Fine," he snarled. "Get me all worked up and leave me alone. Good thing I know exactly how good you are in bed or I'd really be mad."

"I love you," Ryan whispered and reached for his jeans. He laughed when Hank left on his jersey and pulled on his pants.

"You might need a longer shirt," Hank teased as he brushed the palm of his hand against Ryan's crotch. "Cause I can still see how hard you are."

Ryan nodded and grabbed a shirt out of the dresser before heading out of the room. He was just pulling it over his head as he answered the door. "What the hell do you want?" he greeted his friend.

Jack laughed loudly. "Just came by to prove my point," he replied. "Am I interrupting something?" He looked past Ryan. "Hi Hank. Nice shirt."

"Hi," Hank replied and smiled. "Now leave."

"But I thought we could --"

"Good-bye Jack," Ryan said forcefully. He tried to shut the door, Hank was really going to kill him.

"Ryan," Jack said with a laugh. "I'll leave but I just gotta know one thing and I'll never mention any of this again."

Ryan stopped pushing on the door and looked at his friend with a raised eyebrow. "Yeah? What's that?"

"How long have you two been together?"

"Since the summer before I started State," Ryan replied. "Now, good night Jack."

"Good night. Bye Hank, " Jack said. He waved and walked back to his car.

"Sorry," Ryan apologized as he closed the door and turned back toward his lover.

"I should kill your friend for interrupting your amazing tongue but I'll let it slide as long as you finish what you were starting," Hank said as a reply as he stripped off his jeans - still leaving on the jersey - and laying on the bed, his legs spread slightly.

Ryan grinned and knelt over Hank. "Anything you want," he promised, caressing Hank's thighs as he pushed them apart.

"I love you," Hank told him as he completely spread his legs. Ryan grinned and moved down, licking across his mate's opening.

"I know what you said about Puppies," Ryan replied before gently probing the still stretched opening with his tongue. "But nothing can beat your scent when you're aroused. That includes all the Puppies in the world." He smiled and pushed his tongue deep inside Hank, nipping slightly with his teeth.

Hank laughed and brushed the tip of his fingers against Hank's hair. "Tell me this again after we find them?" he told him.

"Yes," Ryan agreed. He thrust his tongue deep inside Hank one last time before leaning up and pressing open mouthed kisses to the underside of his mate's cock. "You look like pure sin. Spread wide open in nothin' but my jersey; a guy could get used to this."

Hank spread his legs wider, his dick throbbing with need. "You can have it," he gasped.

"Good," Ryan grinned and took Hank's cock in his mouth, sucking hard, as he pushed two fingers inside his lover's stretched opening and began moving his hand quickly.

The howl was low and needful. Hank's fists clenched into the sheets under him as he reacted immediately to Ryan's touch.

Ryan growled softly and sucked harder, his fingers moving faster as he inadvertently brushed against Hank's prostate.

Hank came suddenly at the touch, coming hard down Ryan's throat and clench around his fingers as he howled louder then before.

"Better than a win and post-game pizza," Ryan grinned as he moved up the bed. Leaning down, he kissed underneath Hank's ear. "Better than anything actually."

Hank moved suddenly and flipped them. "Better than anything? Flattery like that will get you anything too."

Ryan looked up at him and grinned. "It's true. You're better than anything." His grinned turned into a smirk. "What you plannin' on givin' me for bein' honest?"

Hank thought about it for a moment before offering, "How about a lifetime of everything that you want?"

"A lifetime with you?" Ryan smiled happily. "I can live with that." He ran his hands up Hank's arms. "You're pretty good to me, so I'll stay. And you taste amazing."

Hank licked across his shoulder, sucking hard enough to bruise before pressing a light kiss against Ryan's lip. "You taste pretty amazing too."

Ryan moaned, his body instinctively arching toward Hank's. "Henrik," he breathed, his voice deep with need. "More."

"What do you want?" Hank asked him, breath hot against Ryan's skin. "Anything, my mate. Just tell me what you want."

"You," Ryan replied and licked his suddenly dry lips. "I want you ... riding me while wearin' my jersey."

Hank nodded, grabbed the lube and sat back, putting most of his his heels. He stared into Ryan's eyes as he poured the lube over his fingers and started spreading it over Ryan's cock. "Anything else?"

Ryan hissed. "Hurry," he growled. "And..." he licked his lips. "Growl."

Hank lowered himself onto Ryan's cock, growling in pleasure. He pulled Ryan up, pressing their chests together as he growled louder and deeper. "I love having a goalie as a mate," he told him and growled again. "Is this what you wanted?"

"God," Ryan yelled. "Yes." He arched toward Hank as much as he could. "I love having you as my mate," he replied and growled softly before biting gently on Hank's shoulder. "So hot. You're so hot."

"Not as hot as you. My mate. Mine," Hank growled as he started to move.

"Yo-yours," Ryan confirmed as his head rolled back, moaning loudly as Hank moved and took him deeper with each downward movement.

"Love you. Need you. Can't get enough of you," Hank chanted, the growl not quite fading from his voice.

Howling softly, Ryan dug his fingers into Hank's hips and thrust hard. "Can't get enough of you either," he panted before stopping, his release coating Hank's insides.

Hank wrapped his hand around his renewed erection and quickly brought himself off, covering Ryan's chest while howling contentedly. He eased off of Ryan's cock and collapsed next to him.

"I love you," Ryan whispered and carefully pulled his jersey off of Hank. He brushed his fingers down his mate's chest and laid his head on the firm shoulder.

Hank tilted his head to brush a kiss against the soft strands of Ryan's hair and wrapped his arms firmly around him. "I love you too," he told him quietly, feeling more content than he ever could have imagined before he met Ryan.

Ryan smiled against Hank's shoulder and intertwined their legs before slowly closing his eyes. "Goodnight, my mate."

"Good night," Hank whispered back and quickly followed him into sleep.

~~End~~