Rating: NC-17
Original Date of Completion: June 2002
Pairing: Dominik Hasek/Mathieu Dandenault
Disclaimer: Don't own them, will one day. This is fiction, so therefore, don't sue me.
Note: This is from the point of view of former Red Wing goalie Dominik Hasek.
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If you were my own
To caress and hold
I would shower you with love
And drown within your soul
Because I live and breathe for you
And I really need you to know
That all I've ever wanted
Is you
And you Alone
And I love you so
More than you could ever know
All I've ever wanted
Is you
Everything I do is for you
You are every part of me
And I don't want to face
Another day
Alone
Without our love
'Cause all I've ever wanted
Is you
And you alone
And I love you so
More than you could ever know
All I've ever wanted
Is you...
Mariah Carey "All I've Ever Wanted"
Used Without Permission
For a while there, I didn't think I'd ever get to do it. The first two games against Vancouver, being pulled against St. Louis, going down 3-2 to Colorado, they kicked the wind from my sails. But it was then I vowed to be the best goalie in the playoffs. And I did it, so kiss my ass Patrick Roy. The Red Wings got it for a tenth time. And I, Dominik Hasek, got to skate the Stanley Cup around a rink for the first time in my career. Somewhere in the Czech Republic right about now, they're planning a parade.
I've never seen so much excitement in one room in my life. If it's at all possible, I think the Joe Louis Arena could explode from all the emotion. Anywhere you look, you're bound to see a different reaction. Luc, he's been crying since the buzzer rang. 16 years in the NHL, and a career like his, I don't blame him. Hull, you couldn't rip the smile off his lips. He's been walking around telling everyone "And they said you couldn't win a playoff series with Brett Hull!" The referring to himself in the third person is really quite amusing. The young guys, Fischer, Pavel, Williams, Boyd, they're off in their own little group spraying each other with champagne. Duke and Freddie are probably the most excited in the room, Freddie especially. He didn't think for a second he'd see the playoffs, and he became one of our most valuable players. Maltby and Draper haven't gotten more than an inch away from each other since the Cup was brought out. Everyone knows they’re an item, they might as well show it. But I understand that they don't, I don't either. Stevie's reaction is my favorite, and one I'd be echoing if I had the jewelry to do so. He's been staring at his hand for minutes, holding three fingers up. Three Stanley Cups. It's not enough for his career, in my mind. And then there's him, my boyfriend. He's been sitting next to Nick and Chelly, not really talking with them, just smiling. He'd been here for their last two Cups, but never had one of his own. Well now he did. And even more than for myself, maybe, I was happy for him, my love.
"You got it baby! You finally got it!" Brett Hull screamed as he walked up to me, ripping me harshly into a hug.
"Yes, you owed me this!" I yelled in return
"That I did!" He laughed heartily, patting me on the back.
"Well, all is forgiven now, I guess," I laughed when we separated.
He gives me that patented Brett Hull wink, then walks over and jumps on Fischer's back. They almost tumble over, but Fischer's able to steady himself against a locker. I laugh at them, then sit down to start taking off my gear. I push my pads off to the side, and look up when I see footsteps approach. I look up, and connect with the bright eyes of my love. I smile hugely at him, and he takes a seat next to me. He pats me on the back and rubs my neck briefly.
"I'm so proud of you Dom. You earned this," He beamed, motioning around the room with his hands.
"You did too, Matty. We wouldn't be here without you," I spoke truthfully, melting just slightly from his smile.
"Nah, I'm not that big a deal,"
I frown at him and lean over so my mouth is near his ear. I glance quickly around the room to make sure no one is looking, and plant a quick kiss on his earlobe.
"I wouldn't be here without you, love," I whispered into his ear before pulling away and leaning back against my locker.
That beautiful smile spread quickly across his lips. I wanted nothing more at that very moment than to lean over and kiss him, but I knew I couldn't. Reporters were everywhere. There's no way no one would notice. So I settled for grazing my hand slowly down his back, causing goose bumps to form on his skin. I let out a light laugh, and patted him hard on the back, to dismiss my touches as nothing more than friendly to anyone who didn't know. He giggled then stood up from the bench. He looked down and smiled at me again, then ruffled my hair.
"Je t'aime, Dominik," He spoke to me in French, his eyes sparkling like not even the Stanley Cup can.
"Miluji te, Mathieu," I replied in Czech, smiling up at him.
He smiles down at me once more, then turns to walk away. But as he's walking, an envelope drops in front of me. I pick it up and stare at it questioningly. I glance over at Mathieu, and he winks at me and a devilish grin comes to his lips. I raise my eyebrows at him, then slowly open the envelope. Inside, I find a gold key and a folded piece of paper. I pull out the piece of paper then set the envelope on my lap. As I unfold the paper, I catch the faint aroma of Mathieu's cologne. I smile brightly and start to decipher the scribbles of Mathieu's handwriting.
Mon Amour,
Your name is finally on the Cup, where it belongs. I could not be more proud to call you my love. I love you, Dominik, more than words. And while we both decided to wait until the time is right, I don't feel there could be a more right time. Enclosed, I've left you a key to my apartment. This letter is not the way I want to do this, but with the reporters and everyone around, there is really no other way. But I'm not upset about it, the spotlight is on you, where it belongs. I assure you love, this is what I want. I need to be with you, to feel as one with you. And on this, the greatest night of my life, having that is the only thing that could make it better. Until tonight...
Je t'aime,
Mathieu
My heart fluttered as I read his words. Everything he said is true. I could think of no better night to show our love for one another. This is the greatest night of my life. After years of trying, my name will finally grace the Stanley Cup. I will no longer be looked upon as a great goalie, but a failure without a cup. But to be with Mathieu, to show him how much I love him, that would make this night untouchable in my memories.
* * *
It seemed to take forever, but eventually the festivities died down. For the rest of the night, I could not help but keep looking at Mathieu and smiling. As he drank from the Cup, I got an amazing warm feeling. To know that my first Cup is shared with him, to know that I helped him win something he deserved so much, that really made this even sweeter. I watch him with the Cup intently. There before me stands the only two things I've ever wanted in my life; love, and the Stanley Cup.
Once the party is over, and everyone is happily drunk on their way home, I make the drive to Mathieu's. He'd left almost an hour before I was able to. For the whole hour I'd had to stay, I was bubbling over with anxiousness. I've probably never been more incoherent in interviews in my life than I was today. But once I was in the car I was able to relax. Partly because the first thing I heard was Metallica, and as soothing as that may not be, it always made me think of Mathieu.
When I arrive at his apartment, I feel my heart pounding. My hand shakes as I insert the key. I think I'm more nervous now than I was the entire playoffs. In only a matter of moments, I'd be with Mathieu, for the first time. The thought of letting him down caused my mouth to go dry. Before I turned the key, I stopped to calm myself. 'Mathieu loves you, you love him. This will be the single most perfect day of your lives.' I smile as those thoughts cross my mind. It's true. I wouldn't even need sex to make it true. Just to be able to fall asleep next to him on the day I win the Cup would be enough. But instead, I get to make love to him on the day I win the Cup. Nothing could be more perfect than that. I slip quietly in the door and make my way back to his bedroom.
When I walk in, I hear soft music faintly in the background, and see him laying on the bed with his back toward me. I remove my shoes at the door and tiptoe slowly toward the bed. I crawl up beside him and drape my arm over his chest. I plant a soft kiss to his temple, and a smile comes to his face. His eyes open and he cranes his head back to look at me. We share a brief kiss before he speaks.
"I love you, Dominik,"
"And I love you, Mathieu," I replied, caressing his cheek with the back on my hand.
"I'm so glad my name gets to be next to yours on the Cup,"
"So am I, love. More than I could ever say,"
He smiles and we share a much longer kiss. He turns in my grasp and slips his arms around me. I shudder as his hands dance on my back, coaxing a light giggle from him. I kiss the top of his head, and I hear him sigh in contentment.
"I'm so happy I could explode," He spoke into my chest. "This is the greatest night of my life,"
"Mine too, love. Mine too," I echoed, staring down into his eyes.
As my statement finished, Mathieu's lips found mine. He slowly rolled onto his back and pulled me along with him. Our lips battled in a passionate duel. Never had the kisses felt so strong. He quickly went to work on the buttons of my shirt, expertly pulling them apart. I pulled away from him only long enough to let my shirt slip from my shoulders. I brought my lips immediately back to his as his fingers slowly grazed across my naked back. I shuddered at his touch. My lips began to drift lower, down his jaw, then slowly toward his neck. He whimpered as I sucked at the sensitive skin of his neck. As my tongue swirled at his neck, I slipped my hands cautiously up his shirt. He moaned lightly in encouragement, so I took my lips from his and slid the shirt over his head. He lay back on the bed and all I could do is stare. I dragged my hand slowly down his chest, making him giggle as I touched the ticklish part of his ribs.
"You are so beautiful, Mathieu. I can't believe you're mine," I whispered, making small circles on his stomach with my fingers.
"I always will be. I love you, Dominik," He spoke sweetly, grasping my hand in his.
"I love you, too,"
Again, silence loomed as our lips met. This time, he pushed me onto my back and brought his lips to my neck. He nibbled lightly as his hands drifted toward my pants. I felt him release the button, and slowly unzip them. He pulled from my neck and slid off the end of the bed. He smiled at me as I looked up, and slowly pulled both pants and briefs from my legs. I laid before him now naked, and suddenly felt self conscious. He must've noticed, because he crawled back up the bed and placed a kiss just below my ear.
"You are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," He breathed into my ear. "Make love to me, Dominik,"
Just his words caused me to harden. He lay back on the bed, and I brought my lips to his. I slid down the bed so I was between his legs, but never took my lips from his. I released the button on his jeans, and slowly pulled them down, separating the zipper as they slipped down his waist. When they were off, again I had to stop and marvel at his beauty. He smiled at me and reached to the table behind him. He handed me the tube, and I clenched it in my hand as I brought my lips back to his. When the lube no longer felt cold in my hand, I flipped open the cap and attempted to squirt some into my hand. But Mathieu brought his hand to mine and stopped me.
"Let me?" He asked softly, his eyes melting my soul.
"Anything for you, love," I replied, handing him the tube.
I knelt on the bed as he squirted the lube into his hand. He brought his hand slowly to my penis, making me tremble in anticipation. When his hand connected, I moaned out softly. He worked it in agonizingly slow, teasing every inch of my swollen flesh. When it was done to his liking, he lay back on the bed and smiled at me again. I leaned down and brought my lips to his as I placed myself between his legs. His legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me tighter to him. As I placed myself at his opening, I flicked his earlobe with my tongue and spoke.
"If you want to stop, just tell me. I never want to hurt you," I whispered softly in his ear.
He just nodded, and our lips found each others. I slowly pushed past his opening, moaning softly as I did so. Mathieu whimpered lightly, but urged me to continue. When I was in completely, I stared down at him. Never had I seen such a smile on his face. I'm sure the same could be said for me.
"I love you, Mathieu,"
"I love you, too, Dominik,"
I buried my face in his neck as I slowly began thrusting. Instantly, the world slipped away. The Cup a distant memory, the only thing that mattered at this very moment was my love. I brought my hand to his throbbing member and jerked it insync with my thrusts. Both of us moaned softly from the pleasure shooting through our bodies. Never had I imagined it would be this amazing. Making love to Mathieu made me the happiest I've ever been. Nothing could ever compare to the feelings coursing through my body.
Our love making continued for nearly an hour. As I felt my orgasm approaching, I brought my mouth to his neck and whispered "I love you" in his ear. He didn't reply as a moan shot from his throat, as simultaneously we reached climax. His essence exploded between us, as I shot mine deep inside him. Our lips met again, but there was no urgency in our kisses as there had been. These were soft, loving, the most beautiful kisses we'd ever shared. I slowly pulled myself from him and collapsed next to him on the bed. He turned onto his side, and I followed suit, slipping my arm through his and caressing his chest.
"I love you, Dominik," He whispered, yawning at the finish of his statement.
"And I love you, my angel,"
A smile graced his lips as his eyes closed. He cuddled back against me, and I rested my chin on his shoulder. I placed soft kisses onto his neck, and he sighed out in contentment. I listened as his breathing leveled off, and it became obvious he was sleeping. I placed one last kiss to his neck, and took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of my love. He even smelled perfect. Whatever I did to deserve him, I really didn't know.
I watched his sleeping form in the darkness. Even in the darkness, he sparkled like no other could dream of. I watched with a smile as his chest rose and fell. That something that beautiful could love me still took my breath away. Tonight was perfect, nothing could ever touch it. I had the most important thing in my life, my love, my Mathieu. And now I had a Stanley Cup to go along with it. The two greatest things on Earth now graced my life. That's all I've ever wanted.
THE END.
© 2002 Triple X
