Hockey Fic - Raised By Wolves
Title: Raised By Wolves
Rating: R
Beta:biggersandwich
Pairing: Cam Atkinson/Matt Calvert/Artem Anisimov
Summary: People are always telling Cam that he and Matt “just need an Alpha.” He would like to take this opportunity to tell all of them to fuck right off. The two of them are fine - they’re better than fine, they’re pack - and they don’t need anyone else.
"That doesn’t mean we can’t want anybody else,” Matt says, all logic, whenever Cam brings it up. Cam would argue, but well. Artem.
People are always telling Cam that he and Matt “just need an Alpha.” He would like to take this opportunity to tell all of them to fuck right off. The two of them are fine - they’re better than fine, they’re pack - and they don’t need anyone else.
"That doesn’t mean we can’t want anybody else,” Matt says, all logic, whenever Cam brings it up. Cam would argue, but well. Artem.
0o0o0o0o0
Artem is not a werewolf. Artem was not raised by wolves. Artem, as far as either of them can tell, is not aware that werewolves exist. This would not normally be a problem (plenty of people both aren’t werewolves and don’t know that werewolves exist, it’s fine), but Artem has been hanging around with them so much that he’s begun to smell like pack, and it’s starting to have an effect on them.
The two of them have always worked well on a line together - being pack means having an awareness of exactly where they are in relation to each other at all times, which comes in handy on the ice. They’ve cycled through a couple of different centers, clicked more with some than others, but they’ve never had anyone that fit, not until Artem. He plays like he belongs with the two of them, and they’ve started to treat him like he does, folding him into the two of them without even thinking about it.
“We’re hanging out at Cam’s tonight,” Matt informs Artem in the locker room after practice. He blinks quizzically at Matt but nods. Vinny starts ragging on Matt about not being invited to their “super secret club,” but Matt just laughs and chirps Vinny back about being old. Jack watches them thoughtfully, indulgently (he’s young to be a veteran but their team is so young, still, so much potential that they just haven’t caught up to yet) and waylays Cam on his way to the shower.
“Hosting movie night tonight, Biebs?” he asks, and Cam rolls his eyes like he always does at the nickname.
“I guess,” he says, laughing a little.
“Do I get to come?”
“If you want.” Jack can’t possibly miss the way Cam is utterly unenthusiastic about the prospect, and he just grins.
“So codependent,” he sighs, and what. He definitely does not have any room to talk, what with all of the stories the team has heard about he and Crosby in high school, and Cam tells him so. Jack turns an interesting shade of pink (Cam files that away gleefully for future reference, becausegold) and lets it drop, for now.
0o0o0o0o0
There’s a lot of talking in the media about Gaborik taking the “young ones” on the team under his wing, which, whatever, there’s always a lot of talking in the media and about 85% of it is totally bogus. Matt is willing to admit that there might be a tiny bit more truth to this than there normally is, though, because Gaborik is also a wolf, and he and Cam may have been hanging around him adoringly. It’s hard, sometimes, being the only wolves on the team. None of the other guys even know. Gabby’s not pack, though - not even close, he has his own pack and whatever else people might say, Matt and Cam don’t actually need an alpha. They’ve been doing just fine on their own.
Gabby’s been really good to them, telling them stories about being a wolf in the NHL, giving advice. He’s also been watching the way they circle around Artem, eyes sharp and not missing anything, but after the first time he didn’t say anything they figured he wasn’t going to say anything at all and relaxed. It’s a shock, then, when he has the two of them hang back in the locker room when everyone’s heading out after practice (Artem’s looking over his shoulder in confusion, because the team has dropped all pretence of not treating the three of them like a single unit) and gives them a serious look once they’re alone.
“Are you ever going to bite him?”
Cam and Matt exchange glances but don’t say anything else, just fidget uncomfortably. Gabby frowns.
“You haven’t even told him yet,” he deduces. Cam is very interested in counting the ceiling tiles in the locker room while Matt finds a spot on his arm that he didn’t clean well enough and rubs at it. “This is stupid. Either tell him - and bite him - or stop it with him. You are putting all of us at risk,” he says, flatly, and they both flush but remain defiant.
“You can’t tell us what to do,” Cam says, and Gabby just looks at him.
“You will either do these things, or I will tell him,” he says. “It is not fair to him, to you, or to me, and it has gone on long enough. Choose.” He grabs his stuff and leaves, while the two of them to stare at his back as he exits the locker room.
0o0o0o0o0
They talk about it but they haven’t actually decided anything when Artem shows up at Matt’s place with a six-pack and some snacks on a full moon night and they both freeze awkwardly, because shockingly, it hasn’t ever come up before. Full moon nights have been right before or after games, or around travel days, and it’s just been easy up until now to make their excuses and not hang out, but they’d forgotten, and now Artem is standing in Matt’s doorway giving them confused looks.
Worse than that, they actually had plans for tonight - made mostly on autopilot a few days ago while they were both preoccupied with thinking about how they’re going to handle their situation (Gabby didn’t give them a time limit but they both know that he meant soon), and they were so distracted that they forgot that it was the night of the full moon. What kind of werewolves even do that, Matt wonders despairingly, as Artem goes from confused to hurt at their awkward silence.
“I can go,” he says, haltingly, “if you want be alone-” but that’s the absolute last thing either of them wants and Matt is reaching out a hand to grab Artem and reel him in without even thinking about it.
“Stay,” he says, and he can feel Cam nodding behind him. “Anyway, we. . . have something to tell you.”
0o0o0o0o0
Artem is huge as a wolf, black as midnight and sleek, utterly silent on his feet when he runs. Matt and Cam, to their chagrin, are just as much smaller than him when they’re wolves as they are when they’re human, and can only overpower him during wrestling when they work together (and plan it out in advance). Gabby gives them looks that are approving and mildly pained during their next practice, because they all fell asleep tangled together as wolves and woke up as a tangle of naked, aroused humans, and . . . well. Gabby can certainly smell it. Not to mention, all three of them showed up to practice together with matching smug grins and they’re playing like they can read each other’s minds, so they’ve been getting suspicious looks from everybody..
The rest of the team will just have to get used to it.
Epilogue:
Cam comes home from practice to find Matt and Artem making out on the couch. He grins, giddily for a moment because this is his life now before composing his face into an irritated expression and clearing his throat. Matt pulls back and gives him a look.
“See something you like?” he says, smiling sleezily. Artem has buried his face in Matt’s neck and is sucking a mark there, and he must find a sensitive spot (or Matt is just a tease) because Matt throws his head back and moans. Cam’s mouth goes a little dry at the sight.
“Bedroom,” he says, insistent, and Matt gives him an utterly filthy look but gets up off of Artem’s lap. Artem looks debauched, lips bright red, cheeks flushed, and hair disarray from where Matt’s been running his hands through it. He stays seated for a moment, dazed, and Matt comes over to cup Cam’s face and lean down to kiss him.
Cam sways into the kiss eagerly, humming with pleasure when Matt licks his way into his mouth. Artem lets out a groan from close by - he’s come right up next to them and is watching them with hot eyes when Matt finally breaks the kiss to smirk at both of them.
“Bedroom?” Matt asks, innocently, and Artem growls and picks him up, carrying him down the hallway to throw him on the bed. Cam trails after them, torn between laughing at Matt and wide-eyed wonder at how hot that was.
Matt is sprawled across their bed, grinning lazily at them - it’s a total lie, Cam can see how flushed he is, how fast he’s breathing. But he’s trying to pass himself off as unmoved, so Cam turns to Artem and goes up on his toes for a kiss, ignoring Matt completely. Artem is nothing if not obliging.
“Oh, c’mon,” Matt complains, after a few moments, and Cam and Artem break apart to look at him. He’s nearly naked and is lounging on the bed, slowly stroking himself through his boxers. Cam would really like to be able to roll his eyes at him, but he’s too busy watching. “You going to join me?” he asks, and Cam and Artem can’t get their clothes off fast enough, falling onto the bed as Matt laughs at them and kicks his way out of his underwear.
From there it’s kind of a tangle of limbs as they all try to touch and kiss each other all at once, but eventually Artem separates them out and says, simply, “Like this.” He arranges Matt in his lap and gestures until Cam is kneeling between their legs. Matt’s eyes are looking a little glazed but he still manages to smirk down at Cam.
“It’s a good view, huh?” he says, and Cam really does roll his eyes this time.
“Shut up,” he says, before taking Matt into his mouth. Matt makes a choked noise and Cam looks up through his eyelashes to see that Artem is using one hand to play with Matt’s nipples. Matt’s eyes are closed and his hips are starting to shift restlessly. Cam puts one hand firmly on his hips to discourage that and wraps the other around the base of his cock, stroking firmly as he sucks Matt off.
It doesn’t take long to reduce Matt to a whimpering mess, which Cam is feeling kind of smug about until Matt’s whimpering takes on a higher pitch and he comes in Cam’s mouth without any warning. Cam swallows (because it’s that or choke, at this point) before pulling off, coughing, and punching Matt in the thigh.
“Not cool, dude.” Matt’s too blissed out to care, although he manages to look vaguely apologetic for about half a second before it rolls over into blissed out again. Cam looks up at Artem appealingly, and Artem shoots him a grin over Matt’s shoulder.
“Turnabout is fair play, Matt,” he says, before moving Matt off his lap and pulling Cam up into a kiss. Cam goes easily - Artem likes the way come tastes in their mouths. They’re grinding against each other kind of lazily when Matt pipes up from Cam’s right.
“Hot as this is, guys, you said something about turnabout.” Artem pulls off and gives them both a slow smile.
“You like that? You want his mouth?” he says, that low filthy voice Cam always associates with sex and Cam’s hips jerk involuntarily. He nods, and Artem moves him around so that Matt can get between his legs. Cam chokes off a whine at the feeling of being manhandled - he may be small for a hockey player, but he’s not small, and he likes knowing Artem can just pick him up and put him wherever he wants him. Matt gives him a look that Cam’s pretty sure is supposed to be sultry but instead is just ridiculous, and Cam is still laughing when Matt swallows him down.
They get a rhythm going after a few false starts. Cam would be embarrassed about how fast he’s going to get off on this, but Matt’s moved on to deepthroating him (he’s the only one of them without a gag reflex and he’s merciless about exploiting that fact) and Artem is rubbing off against his ass, muttering absolute filth in his ear about how good they look, and look at him, how well he takes it, he loves it, so basically Cam is feeling no pain, here. He does grab Matt’s head in warning when he’s about to come - he’s not inconsiderate, thanks - but Matt just takes him deep again and hums, and Cam comes down his throat with a groan. Artem says something that sounds blasphemous in Russian and keeps moving against Cam before coming all over his ass and back with a shout. The three of them collapse across the bed, breathing heavily, before Cam pushes himself up on his elbows and makes a face.
“I’m going to go take a shower,” he announces. Matt and Artem just wave their hands at him lazily so he sighs and drags himself out of bed and into the shower, muttering about their lack of consideration. When he comes out of the bathroom, he finds Matt and Artem draped across each other, making out.
“Oh my god, you guys,” he says, even as he crosses the floor to the bed and flops down next to them. “You couldn’t wait for me? Rude.”
Matt leans over and presses a sloppy kiss to his cheek. “Naptime,” he declares, rolling off of Artem and curling up on his side. Cam catches Artem giving them both fond looks before he reaches down and pulls the covers up over them.
“Sleep,” Matt sighs, snuggling up to Cam throwing an arm around his waist. Cam rolls his eyes but he puts his own arms around Matt and gestures for Artem to get closer.
“Sleep tight,” he says, closing his eyes and drifting off.
Rating: R
Beta:biggersandwich
Pairing: Cam Atkinson/Matt Calvert/Artem Anisimov
Summary: People are always telling Cam that he and Matt “just need an Alpha.” He would like to take this opportunity to tell all of them to fuck right off. The two of them are fine - they’re better than fine, they’re pack - and they don’t need anyone else.
"That doesn’t mean we can’t want anybody else,” Matt says, all logic, whenever Cam brings it up. Cam would argue, but well. Artem.
People are always telling Cam that he and Matt “just need an Alpha.” He would like to take this opportunity to tell all of them to fuck right off. The two of them are fine - they’re better than fine, they’re pack - and they don’t need anyone else.
"That doesn’t mean we can’t want anybody else,” Matt says, all logic, whenever Cam brings it up. Cam would argue, but well. Artem.
0o0o0o0o0
Artem is not a werewolf. Artem was not raised by wolves. Artem, as far as either of them can tell, is not aware that werewolves exist. This would not normally be a problem (plenty of people both aren’t werewolves and don’t know that werewolves exist, it’s fine), but Artem has been hanging around with them so much that he’s begun to smell like pack, and it’s starting to have an effect on them.
The two of them have always worked well on a line together - being pack means having an awareness of exactly where they are in relation to each other at all times, which comes in handy on the ice. They’ve cycled through a couple of different centers, clicked more with some than others, but they’ve never had anyone that fit, not until Artem. He plays like he belongs with the two of them, and they’ve started to treat him like he does, folding him into the two of them without even thinking about it.
“We’re hanging out at Cam’s tonight,” Matt informs Artem in the locker room after practice. He blinks quizzically at Matt but nods. Vinny starts ragging on Matt about not being invited to their “super secret club,” but Matt just laughs and chirps Vinny back about being old. Jack watches them thoughtfully, indulgently (he’s young to be a veteran but their team is so young, still, so much potential that they just haven’t caught up to yet) and waylays Cam on his way to the shower.
“Hosting movie night tonight, Biebs?” he asks, and Cam rolls his eyes like he always does at the nickname.
“I guess,” he says, laughing a little.
“Do I get to come?”
“If you want.” Jack can’t possibly miss the way Cam is utterly unenthusiastic about the prospect, and he just grins.
“So codependent,” he sighs, and what. He definitely does not have any room to talk, what with all of the stories the team has heard about he and Crosby in high school, and Cam tells him so. Jack turns an interesting shade of pink (Cam files that away gleefully for future reference, becausegold) and lets it drop, for now.
0o0o0o0o0
There’s a lot of talking in the media about Gaborik taking the “young ones” on the team under his wing, which, whatever, there’s always a lot of talking in the media and about 85% of it is totally bogus. Matt is willing to admit that there might be a tiny bit more truth to this than there normally is, though, because Gaborik is also a wolf, and he and Cam may have been hanging around him adoringly. It’s hard, sometimes, being the only wolves on the team. None of the other guys even know. Gabby’s not pack, though - not even close, he has his own pack and whatever else people might say, Matt and Cam don’t actually need an alpha. They’ve been doing just fine on their own.
Gabby’s been really good to them, telling them stories about being a wolf in the NHL, giving advice. He’s also been watching the way they circle around Artem, eyes sharp and not missing anything, but after the first time he didn’t say anything they figured he wasn’t going to say anything at all and relaxed. It’s a shock, then, when he has the two of them hang back in the locker room when everyone’s heading out after practice (Artem’s looking over his shoulder in confusion, because the team has dropped all pretence of not treating the three of them like a single unit) and gives them a serious look once they’re alone.
“Are you ever going to bite him?”
Cam and Matt exchange glances but don’t say anything else, just fidget uncomfortably. Gabby frowns.
“You haven’t even told him yet,” he deduces. Cam is very interested in counting the ceiling tiles in the locker room while Matt finds a spot on his arm that he didn’t clean well enough and rubs at it. “This is stupid. Either tell him - and bite him - or stop it with him. You are putting all of us at risk,” he says, flatly, and they both flush but remain defiant.
“You can’t tell us what to do,” Cam says, and Gabby just looks at him.
“You will either do these things, or I will tell him,” he says. “It is not fair to him, to you, or to me, and it has gone on long enough. Choose.” He grabs his stuff and leaves, while the two of them to stare at his back as he exits the locker room.
0o0o0o0o0
They talk about it but they haven’t actually decided anything when Artem shows up at Matt’s place with a six-pack and some snacks on a full moon night and they both freeze awkwardly, because shockingly, it hasn’t ever come up before. Full moon nights have been right before or after games, or around travel days, and it’s just been easy up until now to make their excuses and not hang out, but they’d forgotten, and now Artem is standing in Matt’s doorway giving them confused looks.
Worse than that, they actually had plans for tonight - made mostly on autopilot a few days ago while they were both preoccupied with thinking about how they’re going to handle their situation (Gabby didn’t give them a time limit but they both know that he meant soon), and they were so distracted that they forgot that it was the night of the full moon. What kind of werewolves even do that, Matt wonders despairingly, as Artem goes from confused to hurt at their awkward silence.
“I can go,” he says, haltingly, “if you want be alone-” but that’s the absolute last thing either of them wants and Matt is reaching out a hand to grab Artem and reel him in without even thinking about it.
“Stay,” he says, and he can feel Cam nodding behind him. “Anyway, we. . . have something to tell you.”
0o0o0o0o0
Artem is huge as a wolf, black as midnight and sleek, utterly silent on his feet when he runs. Matt and Cam, to their chagrin, are just as much smaller than him when they’re wolves as they are when they’re human, and can only overpower him during wrestling when they work together (and plan it out in advance). Gabby gives them looks that are approving and mildly pained during their next practice, because they all fell asleep tangled together as wolves and woke up as a tangle of naked, aroused humans, and . . . well. Gabby can certainly smell it. Not to mention, all three of them showed up to practice together with matching smug grins and they’re playing like they can read each other’s minds, so they’ve been getting suspicious looks from everybody..
The rest of the team will just have to get used to it.
Epilogue:
Cam comes home from practice to find Matt and Artem making out on the couch. He grins, giddily for a moment because this is his life now before composing his face into an irritated expression and clearing his throat. Matt pulls back and gives him a look.
“See something you like?” he says, smiling sleezily. Artem has buried his face in Matt’s neck and is sucking a mark there, and he must find a sensitive spot (or Matt is just a tease) because Matt throws his head back and moans. Cam’s mouth goes a little dry at the sight.
“Bedroom,” he says, insistent, and Matt gives him an utterly filthy look but gets up off of Artem’s lap. Artem looks debauched, lips bright red, cheeks flushed, and hair disarray from where Matt’s been running his hands through it. He stays seated for a moment, dazed, and Matt comes over to cup Cam’s face and lean down to kiss him.
Cam sways into the kiss eagerly, humming with pleasure when Matt licks his way into his mouth. Artem lets out a groan from close by - he’s come right up next to them and is watching them with hot eyes when Matt finally breaks the kiss to smirk at both of them.
“Bedroom?” Matt asks, innocently, and Artem growls and picks him up, carrying him down the hallway to throw him on the bed. Cam trails after them, torn between laughing at Matt and wide-eyed wonder at how hot that was.
Matt is sprawled across their bed, grinning lazily at them - it’s a total lie, Cam can see how flushed he is, how fast he’s breathing. But he’s trying to pass himself off as unmoved, so Cam turns to Artem and goes up on his toes for a kiss, ignoring Matt completely. Artem is nothing if not obliging.
“Oh, c’mon,” Matt complains, after a few moments, and Cam and Artem break apart to look at him. He’s nearly naked and is lounging on the bed, slowly stroking himself through his boxers. Cam would really like to be able to roll his eyes at him, but he’s too busy watching. “You going to join me?” he asks, and Cam and Artem can’t get their clothes off fast enough, falling onto the bed as Matt laughs at them and kicks his way out of his underwear.
From there it’s kind of a tangle of limbs as they all try to touch and kiss each other all at once, but eventually Artem separates them out and says, simply, “Like this.” He arranges Matt in his lap and gestures until Cam is kneeling between their legs. Matt’s eyes are looking a little glazed but he still manages to smirk down at Cam.
“It’s a good view, huh?” he says, and Cam really does roll his eyes this time.
“Shut up,” he says, before taking Matt into his mouth. Matt makes a choked noise and Cam looks up through his eyelashes to see that Artem is using one hand to play with Matt’s nipples. Matt’s eyes are closed and his hips are starting to shift restlessly. Cam puts one hand firmly on his hips to discourage that and wraps the other around the base of his cock, stroking firmly as he sucks Matt off.
It doesn’t take long to reduce Matt to a whimpering mess, which Cam is feeling kind of smug about until Matt’s whimpering takes on a higher pitch and he comes in Cam’s mouth without any warning. Cam swallows (because it’s that or choke, at this point) before pulling off, coughing, and punching Matt in the thigh.
“Not cool, dude.” Matt’s too blissed out to care, although he manages to look vaguely apologetic for about half a second before it rolls over into blissed out again. Cam looks up at Artem appealingly, and Artem shoots him a grin over Matt’s shoulder.
“Turnabout is fair play, Matt,” he says, before moving Matt off his lap and pulling Cam up into a kiss. Cam goes easily - Artem likes the way come tastes in their mouths. They’re grinding against each other kind of lazily when Matt pipes up from Cam’s right.
“Hot as this is, guys, you said something about turnabout.” Artem pulls off and gives them both a slow smile.
“You like that? You want his mouth?” he says, that low filthy voice Cam always associates with sex and Cam’s hips jerk involuntarily. He nods, and Artem moves him around so that Matt can get between his legs. Cam chokes off a whine at the feeling of being manhandled - he may be small for a hockey player, but he’s not small, and he likes knowing Artem can just pick him up and put him wherever he wants him. Matt gives him a look that Cam’s pretty sure is supposed to be sultry but instead is just ridiculous, and Cam is still laughing when Matt swallows him down.
They get a rhythm going after a few false starts. Cam would be embarrassed about how fast he’s going to get off on this, but Matt’s moved on to deepthroating him (he’s the only one of them without a gag reflex and he’s merciless about exploiting that fact) and Artem is rubbing off against his ass, muttering absolute filth in his ear about how good they look, and look at him, how well he takes it, he loves it, so basically Cam is feeling no pain, here. He does grab Matt’s head in warning when he’s about to come - he’s not inconsiderate, thanks - but Matt just takes him deep again and hums, and Cam comes down his throat with a groan. Artem says something that sounds blasphemous in Russian and keeps moving against Cam before coming all over his ass and back with a shout. The three of them collapse across the bed, breathing heavily, before Cam pushes himself up on his elbows and makes a face.
“I’m going to go take a shower,” he announces. Matt and Artem just wave their hands at him lazily so he sighs and drags himself out of bed and into the shower, muttering about their lack of consideration. When he comes out of the bathroom, he finds Matt and Artem draped across each other, making out.
“Oh my god, you guys,” he says, even as he crosses the floor to the bed and flops down next to them. “You couldn’t wait for me? Rude.”
Matt leans over and presses a sloppy kiss to his cheek. “Naptime,” he declares, rolling off of Artem and curling up on his side. Cam catches Artem giving them both fond looks before he reaches down and pulls the covers up over them.
“Sleep,” Matt sighs, snuggling up to Cam throwing an arm around his waist. Cam rolls his eyes but he puts his own arms around Matt and gestures for Artem to get closer.
“Sleep tight,” he says, closing his eyes and drifting off.