(fic) Homesick
Title: Homesick
Pairing Sergei Fedorov / Fedor Fedorov
Rating: NC-17, contains 'cest, non-con
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, it is untrue.
A/N: I wrote this in 2005. The basic inspiration for this was the talk that Fedor was being sent away from the Manitoba Moose.
"I wondered when you would come visiting."
Sergei's voice is at once amused and scathing. "Although why you would want to leave the bright lights of Winnipeg is beyond me."
Fedor scowls, "you know what happened." He stalks off and snaps over his shoulder, "I need a fucking drink."
"Yes the same thing that always happens, little failure." And Sergei smiles as Fedor's shoulders tense at the words.
Fedor pours himself a drink. He has only been in Sergei's new house once. But then it had been a bright summer day on the cusp of a season full of new chances for them both. Things were not going according to plan.
With all the windows in the sunroom closed and the heat turned up too high the room felt suffocating and claustrophobic. Fedor snatched some vodka from the small fridge by the bar and wrenched the top off.
Fedor gulped the cold liquid down. He could feel Sergei behind him but he is a silent watcher, not saying anything. Waiting.
Instead of stopping at one drink as would be prudent, Fedor gulps down another and pours a third.
"Aren't you going to offer me one little failure?"
"You want a drink?" Fedor turns and blindly hurls the glass at Sergei. "Help your fucking self."
Sergei flinches, but the glass flies well wide of where he is standing. It hits the curtain on the wall rather than the wall itself. Although vodka flies everywhere the glass doesn't break, just chips and a part of the side cracks off.
"Temper, temper." Sergei mocks.
He picks up the glass and runs his finger around the broken section and walks to Fedor.
"You'll regret that." He says knowingly and pours a shot into the broken glass.
He touches Fedor's shoulder, and it is just not quite enough warning for Fedor to pull away.
Sergei just stands behind Fedor and shoves him forward. Fedor doesn't hit the wall, he gets his hands in front of him, but Sergei spins him around and slaps him before Fedor can react.
Dazed, he doesn't protect himself at all when Sergei slams him against the wall repeatedly. Fedor is like a rag doll in his brother's hands and Sergei smirks when he lets go and Fedor sinks down the wall in a daze.
"I win that round, baby brother."
"It's the only thing you have won lately." Fedor mumbles back, unsurprised to feel Sergei grab his shirt and pick him up.
"You could play for the Cincinnati Mighty Ducks. You might get some goals there."
Fedor's laugh is broken by a gasp when Sergei shoves him back against the wall.
"I don't particularly appreciate you throwing things at me." Sergei says mildly and pushes Fedor down next to the bar.
Fedor is still woozy, but has the sense to try and pull away. Sergei smirks over him and traps one hand under his knee. When Fedor whimpers Sergei's smile gets bigger. He twists the younger man's arm under his body and straddles Fedor's waist, pinning him to the carpet, trapping his brother under him.
"I thought you wanted a drink?” Sergei asks maliciously. "Let me help you with that dear brother."
He leans back to grab the broken glass off the bar, smirking when his knee grinds Fedor's hand into the carpet.
There is a hairline crack in the glass, and it is leeching vodka all over the polished wood of the bar.
"I should make you lick that up." Sergei says mildly. Fedor isn't particularly fooled by the tone of his voice and bucks his hips to try and push Sergei off.
Sergei just laughs and pulls Fedor's head up by his hair and holds the glass to his lips.
"Wasn't that what you came here for? A drink?" He holds the point of the chipped glass to Fedor's lips and presses it down, smiling at the bright red bead of blood making Fedor whine, a whine that turns to a garbled scream when the undiluted vodka touches the wound.
Sergei tilts the glass up so the clear liquid runs down Fedor’s face dripping onto the mat under him. He manages to swallow some of the alcohol, his eyes watering and gasping for breath as Sergei nods.
"This is how you do it little failure." Sergei whispers and turning around throws the glass straight and hard at the bank of windows. It shatters on impact and falls in splinters of icy rain.
"You never learn." Sergei whispers and leans down over Fedor ignoring the younger mans cry when his knee shifts on the boy's hand, to lick at the droplets of blood and booze on his face. "Never, never, never learn, you can't beat me at anything."
"You're a lousy teacher." Fedor sees the crack in the window and feels a puff of cold beach air from outside swirl around him. It's smells salty and rotten.
"You're a lousy pupil." Sergei corrects gently, letting Fedor's hair go and smiling when the younger mans eyes fill with tears as sensation rushes back to the roots of his hair.
"You need another lesson." Sergei says
Fedor starts to cry quietly as Sergei rips open his shirt and runs his hands up his chest rubbing the flat of his hands roughly across Fedor's nipples pausing to twist then pinch and then bite them.
Sergei licks up his breast bone and up his neck and whispers in his ear: "I need you, little failure, to let me know what losing looks like. It is why I keep you around so I know to work hard and not get complacent. So I guess you do have a use after all."
Fedor closes his eyes as Sergei sits back and pulls off first his own then Fedor's pants.
Sergei straddles Fedor's hips again, lower this time and Fedor can feel him resting hotly against his stomach, he is sure he can feel Sergei growing bigger with every breath, every time his stomach rises and bumps against Sergei's cock.
"Beg me, little failure." Sergei puts his hands on Fedor's face, his fingers on the high cheekbones that are exactly like his own.
"Open your eyes and beg me." Sergei whispers pressing down on Fedor's cheeks to feel the relief of the bones more clearly.
Fedor slowly opens his eyes and stares into Sergei gleaming eyes that so match his own.
"What do I look like?" He asks softly, and Sergei wipes a few tears off his face and dabs them under his own eyes.
"You look like me."
Fedor tugs Sergei's shirt open and drags his nails up the smooth ivory skin in front of him leaving angry red lines behind.
"Now you look like me." Fedor pulls Sergei's head down and licks the tears off his face leaving tiny smudges of blood in their wake.
"You can cry for me, and I will succeed for you." Sergei says and smiles sweetly. "Now, beg for me."
"I want you to fuck me." Fedor replies instantly. "Right now, I want you to fuck me."
"Again." Sergei says pulling Fedor's legs up to his chest and pressing his cock to Fedor's hole.
"Please." Fedor gasps as Sergei presses the tip of his cock into him and then pulls it out. "Please. Please," Fedor whimpers. "Please, I want you to fuck me."
"Try to get away." Sergei says finally and Fedor shoves at his brother's shoulders and rolls over attempting to flee. He can hear Sergei slide the remains of his shirt off and grab him around the waist.
He slams him forward and puts his hand on the small of Fedor's back.
"You beg me." Fedor says over his shoulder then gasps when Sergei pushes his cheek away so he is facing down.
"Need me." Sergei growls.
"I do need you. " Fedor gasps as Sergei pushes the small of his back so he is grinding his erect dick into the carpet.
"Beg me more."
"Love me." Sergei whispers and pushes at the inside of Fedor's thighs, forcing Fedor's legs up, so his knees are by his side, exposing him to his brother's eyes.
"Beg more." Fedor screams out as Sergei slams into him.
"Love me." Sergei demands, his own eyes filling with tears and dripping as gentle rain on Fedor's back.
"Fuck me." Fedor says laughing into the carpet.
Sergei collapses against his back. "You have to leave me alone baby." He whispers into Fedor's ear.
Fedor wiggles under Sergei until he is turned over and smiles sweetly up at the older man.
"I can't leave you, I need you." He stokes Sergei's face softly. "And you need me."
Pairing Sergei Fedorov / Fedor Fedorov
Rating: NC-17, contains 'cest, non-con
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, it is untrue.
A/N: I wrote this in 2005. The basic inspiration for this was the talk that Fedor was being sent away from the Manitoba Moose.
"I wondered when you would come visiting."
Sergei's voice is at once amused and scathing. "Although why you would want to leave the bright lights of Winnipeg is beyond me."
Fedor scowls, "you know what happened." He stalks off and snaps over his shoulder, "I need a fucking drink."
"Yes the same thing that always happens, little failure." And Sergei smiles as Fedor's shoulders tense at the words.
Fedor pours himself a drink. He has only been in Sergei's new house once. But then it had been a bright summer day on the cusp of a season full of new chances for them both. Things were not going according to plan.
With all the windows in the sunroom closed and the heat turned up too high the room felt suffocating and claustrophobic. Fedor snatched some vodka from the small fridge by the bar and wrenched the top off.
Fedor gulped the cold liquid down. He could feel Sergei behind him but he is a silent watcher, not saying anything. Waiting.
Instead of stopping at one drink as would be prudent, Fedor gulps down another and pours a third.
"Aren't you going to offer me one little failure?"
"You want a drink?" Fedor turns and blindly hurls the glass at Sergei. "Help your fucking self."
Sergei flinches, but the glass flies well wide of where he is standing. It hits the curtain on the wall rather than the wall itself. Although vodka flies everywhere the glass doesn't break, just chips and a part of the side cracks off.
"Temper, temper." Sergei mocks.
He picks up the glass and runs his finger around the broken section and walks to Fedor.
"You'll regret that." He says knowingly and pours a shot into the broken glass.
He touches Fedor's shoulder, and it is just not quite enough warning for Fedor to pull away.
Sergei just stands behind Fedor and shoves him forward. Fedor doesn't hit the wall, he gets his hands in front of him, but Sergei spins him around and slaps him before Fedor can react.
Dazed, he doesn't protect himself at all when Sergei slams him against the wall repeatedly. Fedor is like a rag doll in his brother's hands and Sergei smirks when he lets go and Fedor sinks down the wall in a daze.
"I win that round, baby brother."
"It's the only thing you have won lately." Fedor mumbles back, unsurprised to feel Sergei grab his shirt and pick him up.
"You could play for the Cincinnati Mighty Ducks. You might get some goals there."
Fedor's laugh is broken by a gasp when Sergei shoves him back against the wall.
"I don't particularly appreciate you throwing things at me." Sergei says mildly and pushes Fedor down next to the bar.
Fedor is still woozy, but has the sense to try and pull away. Sergei smirks over him and traps one hand under his knee. When Fedor whimpers Sergei's smile gets bigger. He twists the younger man's arm under his body and straddles Fedor's waist, pinning him to the carpet, trapping his brother under him.
"I thought you wanted a drink?” Sergei asks maliciously. "Let me help you with that dear brother."
He leans back to grab the broken glass off the bar, smirking when his knee grinds Fedor's hand into the carpet.
There is a hairline crack in the glass, and it is leeching vodka all over the polished wood of the bar.
"I should make you lick that up." Sergei says mildly. Fedor isn't particularly fooled by the tone of his voice and bucks his hips to try and push Sergei off.
Sergei just laughs and pulls Fedor's head up by his hair and holds the glass to his lips.
"Wasn't that what you came here for? A drink?" He holds the point of the chipped glass to Fedor's lips and presses it down, smiling at the bright red bead of blood making Fedor whine, a whine that turns to a garbled scream when the undiluted vodka touches the wound.
Sergei tilts the glass up so the clear liquid runs down Fedor’s face dripping onto the mat under him. He manages to swallow some of the alcohol, his eyes watering and gasping for breath as Sergei nods.
"This is how you do it little failure." Sergei whispers and turning around throws the glass straight and hard at the bank of windows. It shatters on impact and falls in splinters of icy rain.
"You never learn." Sergei whispers and leans down over Fedor ignoring the younger mans cry when his knee shifts on the boy's hand, to lick at the droplets of blood and booze on his face. "Never, never, never learn, you can't beat me at anything."
"You're a lousy teacher." Fedor sees the crack in the window and feels a puff of cold beach air from outside swirl around him. It's smells salty and rotten.
"You're a lousy pupil." Sergei corrects gently, letting Fedor's hair go and smiling when the younger mans eyes fill with tears as sensation rushes back to the roots of his hair.
"You need another lesson." Sergei says
Fedor starts to cry quietly as Sergei rips open his shirt and runs his hands up his chest rubbing the flat of his hands roughly across Fedor's nipples pausing to twist then pinch and then bite them.
Sergei licks up his breast bone and up his neck and whispers in his ear: "I need you, little failure, to let me know what losing looks like. It is why I keep you around so I know to work hard and not get complacent. So I guess you do have a use after all."
Fedor closes his eyes as Sergei sits back and pulls off first his own then Fedor's pants.
Sergei straddles Fedor's hips again, lower this time and Fedor can feel him resting hotly against his stomach, he is sure he can feel Sergei growing bigger with every breath, every time his stomach rises and bumps against Sergei's cock.
"Beg me, little failure." Sergei puts his hands on Fedor's face, his fingers on the high cheekbones that are exactly like his own.
"Open your eyes and beg me." Sergei whispers pressing down on Fedor's cheeks to feel the relief of the bones more clearly.
Fedor slowly opens his eyes and stares into Sergei gleaming eyes that so match his own.
"What do I look like?" He asks softly, and Sergei wipes a few tears off his face and dabs them under his own eyes.
"You look like me."
Fedor tugs Sergei's shirt open and drags his nails up the smooth ivory skin in front of him leaving angry red lines behind.
"Now you look like me." Fedor pulls Sergei's head down and licks the tears off his face leaving tiny smudges of blood in their wake.
"You can cry for me, and I will succeed for you." Sergei says and smiles sweetly. "Now, beg for me."
"I want you to fuck me." Fedor replies instantly. "Right now, I want you to fuck me."
"Again." Sergei says pulling Fedor's legs up to his chest and pressing his cock to Fedor's hole.
"Please." Fedor gasps as Sergei presses the tip of his cock into him and then pulls it out. "Please. Please," Fedor whimpers. "Please, I want you to fuck me."
"Try to get away." Sergei says finally and Fedor shoves at his brother's shoulders and rolls over attempting to flee. He can hear Sergei slide the remains of his shirt off and grab him around the waist.
He slams him forward and puts his hand on the small of Fedor's back.
"You beg me." Fedor says over his shoulder then gasps when Sergei pushes his cheek away so he is facing down.
"Need me." Sergei growls.
"I do need you. " Fedor gasps as Sergei pushes the small of his back so he is grinding his erect dick into the carpet.
"Beg me more."
"Love me." Sergei whispers and pushes at the inside of Fedor's thighs, forcing Fedor's legs up, so his knees are by his side, exposing him to his brother's eyes.
"Beg more." Fedor screams out as Sergei slams into him.
"Love me." Sergei demands, his own eyes filling with tears and dripping as gentle rain on Fedor's back.
"Fuck me." Fedor says laughing into the carpet.
Sergei collapses against his back. "You have to leave me alone baby." He whispers into Fedor's ear.
Fedor wiggles under Sergei until he is turned over and smiles sweetly up at the older man.
"I can't leave you, I need you." He stokes Sergei's face softly. "And you need me."