20 Halak - 29 : Substitution
title : Reasons To Say No
author : russian torque
team - pairing : washington capitals / st. louis blues - ovechkin / halak ; semin / halak
rating : R
note : DUB-CON. take it how you will, it ends up being dark either way. For fakekitten who was unfortunate enough to prompt me in a moment of darkness.
29 November 2011 | Final Score
Washington Capitals - 1
St. Louis Blues - 2
After the game, Sasha makes sure to steer clear of Alex as best he can. He can tell when Alex is in one of his moods and this is definitely one of them. It’s like he’s turned into something barely human, snarling at anyone that gets within a certain distance of him.
It isn’t the team he’s angry with, or even himself. Hell, he should be mad at himself because he might have gotten an assist, but when the team stopped playing they way they should after the first period he did nothing to pull them back together. It’s Halak.
Ever since the playoffs against the Canadiens, it’s always been Halak. There’s something about him that hits all of Alex’s nerves in the worst way possible and Sasha can see it in his eyes. They’re filled with the same terrifying darkness as every time he’s come in contact with the Slovak goalie.
Sasha remembers the last time they played against him- how even though they won, Alex had lingered after the game, waited for him to come wandering out of the locker room.
This time is no different.
Sasha follows him quietly from a distance. It doesn’t really matter if Alex sees him, he honestly won’t care at this point, but Sasha doesn’t want to be seen- it would make this too real.
They go past the visitor’s locker room, straight to an older part of the building no one really goes through anymore and Jaro’s already there. From there, things unfold the same way they happened last time and it’s sickening to watch, but Sasha can’t tear his eyes away.
Alex is rough- he uses so much more force than he needs to that Sasha finds himself cringing to watch Jaro being forced to his knees and it’s twisted even more by the fact that Jaro was waiting for this. He let himself be found just like he’s letting Alex pry his mouth open and shove his fingers in almost to the back of his throat.
“Fuck you,” Alex hisses, “Fucking garbage.”
Sasha’s jaw clenches, his hands curling to fists at his sides, but he doesn’t move an inch- not even when Alex unzips his pants and bobs his already hard dick in front of Jaro’s face.
His smile is the worst. When he slides past Jaro’s lips, his hand gripping the back of Jaro’s neck and holding him still as he pushes in all the way to the base. Jaro’s eyes tear up, but he doesn’t blink- he’s staring straight at Alex and Sasha knows from experience there’s no better way to piss him off.
Sasha looks away when Alex draws back because he knows what’s coming next. He hears it in the way that Jaro gags and he hates himself for not having the nerve to step in. And then, he hates himself even more because he’s spent his own fair share of nights on his knees, hoping for compassion and ending up with only bruises to show for it.
He tries to concentrate on one point on the floor- the spot where tile meets wall and all he can see in his mind are Alex’s eyes. Ice blue orbs full of nothing but rage.
When Alex comes, it’s accompanied by the sound of a desperate whine and Sasha fights the urge to look up because he doesn’t have to see to know that Alex’s hand is pressed hard against the back of Jaro’s head, forcing him to stay down even when he can’t really breathe anymore. He can feel Alex’s fingers gripping at his hair, always too hard, always for too long.
Sasha lets his gaze fall upon them just in time to see Alex pull away, tucking back into his pants and zipping up before Jaro’s even got a chance to catch his breath. He growls something in Russian and it’s too demeaning for Sasha to even think about- and then he’s gone.
“You can come out now,” Jaro suddenly says and Sasha nearly jumps out of his skin. “He isn’t coming back.”
Halak is too composed for someone who just had their throat so brutally violated and the only way it really shows is in the raspy quality in his voice when he speaks.
“What do you want?” he growls, eyes narrowed. Sasha feels like he’s being challenged and although he doesn’t particularly care for Jaro’s attitude, he isn’t about to pull the same shit Alex enforces on people.
He takes a few steps closer to the goalie and Jaro bristles, going on the defensive as soon as Sasha is within touching distance.
“Why did you let him?”
Jaro relaxes a bit and shrugs his shoulders. “No reason.” Then the corner of his mouth quirks up a bit, “Maybe I like it.”
He could have said anything else and Sasha would have been fine, but hearing that come from a man who was just used like a paper doll and left like garbage fills him with seething rage.
It isn’t all right for anyone to be treated like that and making some bullshit lie about liking it makes the behavior even worse. It makes Alex seem like an even bigger monster.
“I don’t believe you,” Sasha tells him, and Jaro’s brow raises, “He wouldn’t have done it if you liked it.”
Sasha isn’t sure what makes him do it, but he leans in and presses his lips to Jaro’s. He kind of expects to be greeted with teeth and maybe a sharp jab or kick, but Jaro surprises him by letting him in. He still tastes like Alex and that in itself makes his chest throb just a bit.
It’s comforting in a way that makes Sasha’s skin crawl. It makes him feel like he’s taking advantage in an even worse way than Alex and maybe he truly in that respect. At least Alex has blinding rage to hide behind, Sasha doesn’t even have a reason.
There’s something inviting about the way Jaro kisses him- a promise of something more, something they could become if only he would give into it. But Sasha isn’t the giving in type. He knows what he wants and even though he’ll never have it, he wants it all the more.
Jaro is the one to pull away and he looks vulnerable for the first time in Sasha’s experience with him. He looks broken.
“You should go,” Jaro says, “Don’t get him mad at you too.”
Sasha considers leaving, he even backs up a few paces before his heart gets the better of him.
“Come with me,” he replies, “Your plane doesn’t leave until noon.”
In a perfect world, Jaro would have said no. They could have gone their separate ways and never spoken of this again. But life doesn’t work like that, it just becomes all the much harder because he says yes.
X x X x X
Other Parts :
[ 01 | breakdown | 07 oct 2009 ]
[ 02 | storm | 04 april 2008 ]
[ archive ]
X x X x X
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author : russian torque
team - pairing : washington capitals / st. louis blues - ovechkin / halak ; semin / halak
rating : R
note : DUB-CON. take it how you will, it ends up being dark either way. For fakekitten who was unfortunate enough to prompt me in a moment of darkness.
29 November 2011 | Final Score
Washington Capitals - 1
St. Louis Blues - 2
After the game, Sasha makes sure to steer clear of Alex as best he can. He can tell when Alex is in one of his moods and this is definitely one of them. It’s like he’s turned into something barely human, snarling at anyone that gets within a certain distance of him.
It isn’t the team he’s angry with, or even himself. Hell, he should be mad at himself because he might have gotten an assist, but when the team stopped playing they way they should after the first period he did nothing to pull them back together. It’s Halak.
Ever since the playoffs against the Canadiens, it’s always been Halak. There’s something about him that hits all of Alex’s nerves in the worst way possible and Sasha can see it in his eyes. They’re filled with the same terrifying darkness as every time he’s come in contact with the Slovak goalie.
Sasha remembers the last time they played against him- how even though they won, Alex had lingered after the game, waited for him to come wandering out of the locker room.
This time is no different.
Sasha follows him quietly from a distance. It doesn’t really matter if Alex sees him, he honestly won’t care at this point, but Sasha doesn’t want to be seen- it would make this too real.
They go past the visitor’s locker room, straight to an older part of the building no one really goes through anymore and Jaro’s already there. From there, things unfold the same way they happened last time and it’s sickening to watch, but Sasha can’t tear his eyes away.
Alex is rough- he uses so much more force than he needs to that Sasha finds himself cringing to watch Jaro being forced to his knees and it’s twisted even more by the fact that Jaro was waiting for this. He let himself be found just like he’s letting Alex pry his mouth open and shove his fingers in almost to the back of his throat.
“Fuck you,” Alex hisses, “Fucking garbage.”
Sasha’s jaw clenches, his hands curling to fists at his sides, but he doesn’t move an inch- not even when Alex unzips his pants and bobs his already hard dick in front of Jaro’s face.
His smile is the worst. When he slides past Jaro’s lips, his hand gripping the back of Jaro’s neck and holding him still as he pushes in all the way to the base. Jaro’s eyes tear up, but he doesn’t blink- he’s staring straight at Alex and Sasha knows from experience there’s no better way to piss him off.
Sasha looks away when Alex draws back because he knows what’s coming next. He hears it in the way that Jaro gags and he hates himself for not having the nerve to step in. And then, he hates himself even more because he’s spent his own fair share of nights on his knees, hoping for compassion and ending up with only bruises to show for it.
He tries to concentrate on one point on the floor- the spot where tile meets wall and all he can see in his mind are Alex’s eyes. Ice blue orbs full of nothing but rage.
When Alex comes, it’s accompanied by the sound of a desperate whine and Sasha fights the urge to look up because he doesn’t have to see to know that Alex’s hand is pressed hard against the back of Jaro’s head, forcing him to stay down even when he can’t really breathe anymore. He can feel Alex’s fingers gripping at his hair, always too hard, always for too long.
Sasha lets his gaze fall upon them just in time to see Alex pull away, tucking back into his pants and zipping up before Jaro’s even got a chance to catch his breath. He growls something in Russian and it’s too demeaning for Sasha to even think about- and then he’s gone.
“You can come out now,” Jaro suddenly says and Sasha nearly jumps out of his skin. “He isn’t coming back.”
Halak is too composed for someone who just had their throat so brutally violated and the only way it really shows is in the raspy quality in his voice when he speaks.
“What do you want?” he growls, eyes narrowed. Sasha feels like he’s being challenged and although he doesn’t particularly care for Jaro’s attitude, he isn’t about to pull the same shit Alex enforces on people.
He takes a few steps closer to the goalie and Jaro bristles, going on the defensive as soon as Sasha is within touching distance.
“Why did you let him?”
Jaro relaxes a bit and shrugs his shoulders. “No reason.” Then the corner of his mouth quirks up a bit, “Maybe I like it.”
He could have said anything else and Sasha would have been fine, but hearing that come from a man who was just used like a paper doll and left like garbage fills him with seething rage.
It isn’t all right for anyone to be treated like that and making some bullshit lie about liking it makes the behavior even worse. It makes Alex seem like an even bigger monster.
“I don’t believe you,” Sasha tells him, and Jaro’s brow raises, “He wouldn’t have done it if you liked it.”
Sasha isn’t sure what makes him do it, but he leans in and presses his lips to Jaro’s. He kind of expects to be greeted with teeth and maybe a sharp jab or kick, but Jaro surprises him by letting him in. He still tastes like Alex and that in itself makes his chest throb just a bit.
It’s comforting in a way that makes Sasha’s skin crawl. It makes him feel like he’s taking advantage in an even worse way than Alex and maybe he truly in that respect. At least Alex has blinding rage to hide behind, Sasha doesn’t even have a reason.
There’s something inviting about the way Jaro kisses him- a promise of something more, something they could become if only he would give into it. But Sasha isn’t the giving in type. He knows what he wants and even though he’ll never have it, he wants it all the more.
Jaro is the one to pull away and he looks vulnerable for the first time in Sasha’s experience with him. He looks broken.
“You should go,” Jaro says, “Don’t get him mad at you too.”
Sasha considers leaving, he even backs up a few paces before his heart gets the better of him.
“Come with me,” he replies, “Your plane doesn’t leave until noon.”
In a perfect world, Jaro would have said no. They could have gone their separate ways and never spoken of this again. But life doesn’t work like that, it just becomes all the much harder because he says yes.
X x X x X
Other Parts :
[ 01 | breakdown | 07 oct 2009 ]
[ 02 | storm | 04 april 2008 ]
[ archive ]
X x X x X
|