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Jeff is perfect. 

Jeff is a gift from the universe, just for Eric. A gift that Eric hadn't even known how to ask for until Jeff appeared in his life. 

Jeff is crying big, heaving, ugly sobs because Eric just used pliers to pull out all of his teeth. 

“Spit out the blood, baby.” Eric turns Jeff's head for him, aiming his face towards the open toilet bowl. 

Obediently, Jeff dribbles blood and saliva out of his mouth, his shoulders hitching as he cries. The wounds are already closing, the flow of blood slows until Jeff is just drooling pink-tinged spittle into the toilet. 

He looks up at Eric with mournful eyes and a messy face, kneeling naked on the cold tile. 

“Do you want to try again, now?” Eric asks. 

Jeff nods and Eric can see his tongue moving around inside his mouth, feeling all the places where his teeth used to be. Now, they're sitting on the counter beside the sink. Eric's pretty sure he'll be able to come up with a use for them.

“Use your words, sweetheart.”

“Yesh, shir. Pleashe.” Jeff's voice is wrecked from screaming and he can't form his S sounds properly. He's adorable like this.

“Good boy.”

Eric pushes the waistband of his sweats down until his dick springs free. It feels like he's been hard for hours, increasingly turned on by Jeff's reactions to the pain. 

As soon as his dick is out, Jeff shuffles forward and opens his ruined mouth for Eric to use. He's such a good pet, so well trained. 

Eric strokes Jeff's hair back from his face and thrusts his cock straight into Jeff's open mouth. 

Eric's too into this to let Jeff take his time. He wants everything all at once. Gripping the back of Jeff's head, Eric forces himself into Jeff's throat and fucks in as far as he can go. 

Jeff is choking, gagging and trying to breathe around Jeff's cock. It feels incredible, every tightening spasm milks more pleasure out of Eric's cock. 

“This is so much better without your teeth, baby. Look at how well you take me now.” Eric reaches down with his other hand and grips Jeff's throat, feeling the bulge of his cock thrusting in and out. He squeezes, just to feel the pressure of his own hand outside of Jeff. 

He watches Jeff's lips turn blue, pressed right against Eric's pubic bone. Tears stream down Jeff's face and snot bubbles out of his nose in time with Eric's thrusts. Jeff exists for this, for Eric's pleasure. They both know it. 

Eric pulls back just enough to let Jeff catch one frantic breath before pushing all the way back in. 

“You don't get to breathe again until I've come.”

Jeff's body twitches in what might be a sob. 

Eric shifts his stance so that he's standing right over Jeff, pushing him down into the floor with every thrust. He feels so powerful like this. Godlike. As far as Jeff should be concerned, Eric IS God. 

Something red catches Eric's eye as he takes his pleasure. Jeff's suffocation panic has made him scratch and scrabble, tearing gouges in his own thighs.

That's the sight that pushes Eric over the edge, erupting a thick load directly into Jeff's throat. This sign of Jeff's obedience and devotion, that even in his panic, he would rather hurt himself than deprive Eric of his pleasure. 

For all the crying and begging that had preceded this moment, Jeff understood his place. 

Eric pushes Jeff back off him, sliding his cock out of Jeff's slack mouth and letting him slump into a pile on the floor. He's not breathing, but Eric isn't worried. He's done far worse and Jeff always bounces back. 

He busies himself with other, more pressing tasks. Like covering himself back up, wrapping up the teeth in a paper towel and putting them in the medicine cabinet, flushing away the mess in the toilet, and cleaning up the blood on the floor. 

Once that's all done, Eric touches Jeff’s side with his toe. Jeff is warm to the touch and Eric hears an audible exhale followed by a shallow inhale. He grabs a washcloth and soaks it in hot water before beginning to gently wipe all of the mess away from Jeff's face. After rinsing the washcloth, Eric cleans Jeff's chest of all the blood and spit and come. He cleans under Jeff's fingernails and wipes away the blood on his thighs. The deep scratches are almost healed already, just part of Jeff's gift. 

When Jeff regains consciousness, Eric is crouched in front of him, cleaning around his soft dick with careful swipes.

“Sorry, baby, is that too sensitive?”

Jeff frowns but doesn't seem to be capable of speech yet. Eric's used to this. 

“You came pretty hard right before you blacked out,” Eric lies, lifting Jeff's dick with his thumb and index finger to clean under it. 

Jeff shivers so Eric drops the cloth into the sink and holds his arms open for Jeff to crawl into.

“Come and have a cuddle, my sweet boy.” Eric holds Jeff for a moment before getting them both to their feet. “I don't want to sit on the bathroom floor. Let's get ready for bed.”

He leans Jeff against the wall and grabs his toothbrush off the charger. Eric's hand goes for Jeff's toothbrush but stops halfway. He smiles over his shoulder at Jeff. 

“I guess you don't need that tonight, huh?” He laughs at his own joke before brushing his teeth. Over the buzz of his toothbrush, he can hear Jeff crying again. 

He's being ridiculous. His teeth will have grown back by the morning so it's really not worth making a fuss about. Besides, it's not like Eric wanted to have to hurt him. That was all Jeff's doing.

Eric wipes Jeff's tears away with his thumbs.

“No need to cry, silly. You're ok.”

Jeff nods and follows Eric to the bedroom. As soon as they're in bed, Eric holds Jeff tight to him, his chest to Jeff's back. 

“I'm sorry I had to hurt you, sweetheart,” Eric says, low and quiet in Jeff's ear. “You just couldn't keep your mouth open wide enough. You want me to enjoy being with you, don't you?”

“Yesh,” Jeff nods. The first word he's spoken since waking back up. “I'm shorry.”

“It's ok.” Eric kisses the side of Jeff's head. “I forgive you.”

Jeff wakes up with a full set of teeth and no lingering marks from the night before. He grins to show Eric his new teeth. 

“It's like a dream I had when I was a kid where all my teeth fell out. Still had them all when I woke up, but it was freaky.”

Eric grabs hold of his chin and angles Jeff's head to get a better look.

“Let's see how long this lot lasts, eh?” Eric says, not releasing him.

The smile shrinks on Jeff's face. 

“You'd take them again?”

“If you make me, yes. It's up to you, isn't it?” Eric is definitely going to do that again. Jeff's mouth and throat had been so perfect without his teeth in the way. Now that Eric knows how good it can be, there's no way he's going to be satisfied with Jeff's normal mouth for long. 

“I'll be so good, sir, I promise. You won't need to take them again.”

Eric smiles indulgently and strokes Jeff's cheek. 

“Of course, baby. It's all down to you.”

All of this was down to Jeff. It was all Jeff's fault. Eric chooses to see it as a gift now, but it wasn't always that way. 

From the first day of training camp, Eric had noticed Jeff, the graceful, beautiful new rookie. Eric had never thought of another man as being beautiful before. He'd never looked at someone and wanted to possess them so completely, either. 

Jeff made him feel that way. 

Jeff made him question long accepted truths about himself. 

Jeff made him angry beyond belief just by existing.

Then they played together and it was glorious. The kid could really skate and he saw the ice in a way that perfectly complemented Eric's approach. Suddenly, they felt unstoppable and Eric had to find another way to deal with his internal conflict. 

It was easy to praise Jeff to the media, to make a fuss of him in front of the team. Easy to do the little things that soon had a homesick teenager looking up at Eric with hero worship and longing. 

All young hockey players crave validation and approval. Jeff was no different in that regard. When Eric suggested that Jeff move in with him, just like every other rookie who has ever lived with a veteran player, Jeff jumped at the chance and Eric began to sink his claws in. 

That was before he knew how special Jeff truly is. Before he'd seen Jeff nick himself shaving and watched the cut heal up in front of his eyes. Before he'd begun to test the limits of Jeff's gift. 

About a week after the teeth incident, the canes play, and lose, a matinee game. It's barely dinner time when they get home, but Eric already feels ready for sleep. He's getting old.

“Beer?” he says to Jeff once they've kicked off their shoes. 

“Yes, sir,” Jeff says, continuing to undress. Jeff doesn't wear clothes in the house anymore, just in case Eric wants him. 

Eric all but throws himself onto the couch and flips on the TV. The east coast evening games are just starting so he flicks through to find one that won't make him too angry. 

Jeff walks in just as Eric has settled on a Panthers/Red Wings game, with two beer bottles in his hands. He puts them on coasters on the coffee table. 

“What the fuck is that?” Eric demands.

“Beer?” Jeff sounds uncertain, like he knows he's in trouble but he doesn't know why. 

“Did I ask for two?”

“No, sir. I thought-”

“You thought?” Eric interrupts. “You thought you'd just help yourself without asking? Without permission?”

“I'm sorry!” Jeff's just standing beside the coffee table, cowering back in a way that makes Eric feel enormous. “I'll put it back. I'll replace it!”

“How are you going to replace it? You can't buy beer, you're not even old enough to drink it!”

Two nights ago, Eric got Jeff so drunk on vodka that he couldn't stand. He'd dragged Jeff into the guest bathroom and pissed directly into his mouth until he choked and snorted Eric's piss out of his nose. Last night, they'd watched a movie under a pile of blankets, passing a single beer between them and exchanging sips. Eric didn't really care about the legal drinking age.

“I'm sorry! I'm sorry!” Jeff doesn't even try to make excuses. Eric's beaten that out of him.

“No, no, you want the beer that badly, I'll give it to you. Come here.” Eric holds out his hand towards Jeff. 

As soon as Jeff is close enough, Eric grabs his wrist and hauls him over. Jeff is shivering and trying not to cry. Nothing’s even happened to him yet. Pathetic. 

Eric holds up one of the beer bottles.

“Get it wet.”

“No, please,” Jeff starts to beg. Eric lets go of his wrist and starts squeezing Jeff's balls instead. 

“No?”

Jeff gasps and his knees falter. Eric is certain that Jeff is remembering the feeling of having his testicles ruptured. Eric is definitely remembering the first time he did it, under the heel of his shoe. His cock starts to fill at the memory. It has the desired effect, though. Jeff bends his head to start licking and sucking at the neck of the bottle, getting the glass as wet as he can. 

“Enough,” Eric decides. Jeff pulls back immediately. “Turn around and bend over.” Jeff obeys.

Eric uses his thumb to try and spread Jeff's hole open, to give enough space for the neck of the bottle to catch. It's barely wet and Jeff is tight. Eric has to work to force the bottle inside. He can hear Jeff breathing through it, panting shallow breaths to get through the pain. 

“This is what you wanted, remember. I'm just giving you exactly what you asked for.” What else is Eric supposed to think? Of course Jeff knew he couldn't drink a beer tonight.

Eric pushes the bottle a little deeper. The mouth is just inside and he wants the whole neck buried in Jeff's ass.

Jeff whimpers, his hands curled into fists where they rest on his thighs. Encouraged, Eric puts his palm flat on the bottom of the bottle and shoves it into Jeff's body until the wider shoulder is butted up against Jeff's hole. Jeff yelps but stays still.

“On your knees, now. Head down and ass up.” Eric has to help him get into the right position so that the beer starts draining out into Jeff's ass. “Stay like that.”

For good measure, Eric puts his feet up across Jeff's shoulders to keep him down. 

The panthers score and Eric tries to work out the current playoff standings, ignoring the muffled sniffles coming from Jeff. Eric drinks his beer and looks down to see that Jeff's bottle is still half full. 

“I thought you wanted that beer? You're not even going to finish it?”

“Please,” Jeff whimpers. 

“Please what? Help you finish it? Is that what you want?”

Jeff shakes his head but says “Yes, sir. Please.”

Eric kicks his feet off Jeff's back and leans forward to take hold of his hips. The bottle starts to slide out of Jeff's ass so Eric quickly pushes it back in before hauling Jeff's hips up into his lap. He gets between Jeff's legs and uses a foot to keep Jeff's head down on the floor.

The steeper angle seems to help the beer drain out, but it's still slow. Eric tries fucking it into Jeff, but that just makes beer foam up around the neck of the bottle.

“Maybe I should put you back upright and make you drink this after all,” Eric muses, just to hear Jeff beg a little more.

Instead, Eric pushes the bottle deeper, forcing Jeff's hole to stretch around the shoulder. 

“Oh god, oh god. Fuck.” Jeff's bleeding a little from being stretched too far, too quickly.

This bottle is the widest thing that Eric has ever put inside Jeff, but with this reaction he thinks he's going to have to find something much bigger to really put Jeff to the test.

“Nearly there, baby.” Eric pushes the base of the bottle past Jeff's rim and watches the muscle try to close behind it. “Do you feel full? Can you feel all the bubbles?”

“Yes, fuck. Sir, I'm so full. I feel like I'm going to explode.” Jeff's voice is high and tight, like his whole body is under tension.

Eric watches the green glass disappear as Jeff's body closes behind it. He rubs his fingers over Jeff's hole, feeling the solid glass just beyond.

“You took it all. Look at you, all tightly closed back up.”

“What?” Jeff sounds panicked, like this hadn't been exactly what he wanted all along. It's a good thing that Eric knows him better than he knows himself. 

“Feel, baby. Give me your hand.” Jeff reaches back blindly with one hand and Eric shows him how to feel the bottle inside his ass. “I bet we can feel it through your belly as well.” Eric moves their hands around together, feeling for the hard shape low in Jeff's abdomen. It's thrilling, feeling something that's so deeply inside Jeff's body.

“Shit. Fuck. Sir, how do we get it out?”

Instead of answering, Eric rearranges them both. He slides down to sit on the floor with Jeff between his legs. Jeff is lying more than sitting, clearly afraid to put pressure on his ass. Eric kisses him, deeply. This has turned out to be incredibly arousing. Eric is prepared to overlook Jeff's punishment in exchange for pleasure.

“I could hit you in the stomach until it shatters and make you squeeze out all of the pieces.” Eric says, his dick twitching at the thought. He knows that Jeff can feel it.

“Sir,” Jeff pleads.

“Not tonight,” Eric concedes. “I want to fuck you and I'm not going to risk getting glass in my dick.”

Jeff relaxes a little, like Eric isn't still extremely dangerous to his wellbeing. 

“Thank you, sir.”

“I'm going to get you off right now, and you're going to push that thing out of you at the same time.” 

Jeff nods even though Eric hasn't asked him a question.

Throughout all this, Jeff's dick has been disappointingly soft. At the promise of an orgasm, though, it starts to stiffen. Eric wastes no time in getting his hand on it, stroking it roughly until Jeff twists in his arms and moans. 

“That's it, squeeze that bottle out and you can come. If I have to take you to the ER with a beer bottle shoved up your ass, I'm going to have to tell everyone that I found you jerking off like that.” Jeff cries out and brings his knees up as Eric torments him. “You know that no-one can know about us. You know that they'll split us up if they knew. I'd have to lie to keep you. You want me to keep you, don't you?”

“Yes!” Jeff cries, trying to bury his face in Eric's neck without turning his body too much. “I love you, I'm yours. You have to keep me.”

“Look at the things I do for you, sweetheart. I love you so much. You can do this for me.”

Jeff strains and groans, his hands low on his belly like he can help push the bottle out that way. Eric's hand keeps working Jeff's cock, getting him closer and closer. 

There’s a dull, solid thud as the base of the bottle hits the floor. Jeff immediately reaches down to grab it, pulling the bottle out the rest of the way. He holds it up like a trophy. 

“Well done. Come, now.” Eric commands, and Jeff does, his body arching as he comes into Eric's hand. 

Immediately, Eric gets Jeff up into his feet and bent over the arm of the couch. He opens his pants one handed and spreads Jeff's come over his hard dick. That'll do as lube.

Jeff's hole is red, sore, and leaking a dribble of beer. Eric thrusts right in, savouring the pained hiss from Jeff. He loves it really, being fucked when he's oversensitive and overwhelmed. Eric takes no more notice of Jeff's little objections as he fucks into him. This part is about Eric's pleasure, after all.

The beer makes Jeff unusually wet inside, but he still feels warm and tight. Eric fucks him ruthlessly, slamming Jeff's hips into the hard edge of the couch until Eric finally comes inside him.

Jeff's getting jumpy. Some of the team have noticed it. 

It was bad enough when they noticed the way that Jeff would defer every decision to Eric. Or how his eyes followed Eric around every room they were in. At least Eric could laugh that off as hero worship and respect. At worst, a teenage crush that Jeff would grow out of soon enough.

This is different. People are worried about Jeff, they think the stress of the NHL might be getting to him. There's talk of sending him down for a while to find his feet again. Eric can't have that. He can't let Jeff get away from him. 

The kid just needs to stop spooking at his own shadow every five minutes and they'll be fine. 

Eric resolves to talk some sense into him in the only way he knows.

The moment he picks is quiet, intimate, and wholly inappropriate. 

They are in bed, Jeff's legs are up around Eric's hips, and covered in deep bite marks that are already starting to fade. Eric is fucking Jeff in a controlled, almost lazy pace, keeping the embers glowing without rushing towards anything. 

“I love you, you know,” he says to Jeff. 

Jeff blinks and smiles. 

“I love you.”

“I'm not sure you do.”

“I do! I love you so much!” Jeff arches up to seek a kiss. Eric allows it. 

“Then why are you afraid all the time? I take care of you, don't I? I keep you safe and protected. I give you everything you want.”

“Yes, sir, you do. I'm not afraid.”

“You cry if I look at you wrong sometimes.”

Jeff frowns like he wasn't aware he'd been doing that. He's been crying a lot lately, pretty much every time he finds one of his teeth, in fact. Eric's been hiding them in Jeff's stuff.

“I'm not afraid of you,” Jeff corrects, looking thoughtful as Eric fucks him. “I'm afraid of the pain, sometimes.”

“Why? It's only temporary, you're back to normal in no time.”

“It still hurts, though. I'm still afraid that it won't get better this time. Or that I'll die.”

Eric glances down to see that Jeff's cock has gone completely soft. Eric is still as hard as a rock so he doesn't stop. 

“You think I would let you die?” Eric asks. 

“Not on purpose! You love me! You wouldn't do that on purpose.”

“So you don't trust me?”

Jeff looks distressed, tangled in the impossible standards that Eric is setting.

“I trust you. I just don't like when it hurts.”

“Even when it feels so good for me? I give you everything I can, and you won't put up with a little pain just to make me happy?”

“I'd do anything for you,” Jeff says, earnestly. He's so perfect. 

“Would you let me do anything? Anything I wanted to you?”

“Yes, sir. I trust you.”

Eric thrusts a few more times, making sure to rub right against Jeff's prostate.

“I love you so much, baby. I can't get enough of you. I want to be inside you in every way.”

Eric presses his hand into Jeff's lower belly and imagines that he can feel his cock moving within. 

“I want that too!”

“Do you really?”

Jeff nods, his cock is starting to show interest again. 

“Yes, please. Anything you want.”

“Thank you, sweetheart.” Eric bends to kiss Jeff on the mouth and reaches up under the pillow that Jeff is resting against. There's a large, sharp knife waiting there and Eric's fingers find the handle easily.

He's fast and makes the first cut before Jeff can see what's happening. A horizontal slice to the right of Jeff's navel that immediately wells up with blood. 

Jeff screams and bucks, pushing at Eric to try and get away. 

“Baby,” Eric says, loud enough to be heard over Jeff's screams, “you promised that I could have anything. Stay still.”

Either Jeff is that well trained that he listens, or he's gone into shock because he stops thrashing and holds still, panting hard, and watching Eric with wild eyes. 

Eric kisses him again, feeling the bed get sticky under his knees as Jeff's blood pools. He looks at the wound he's made and decides it's too high.

Eric's more careful with the second cut, aiming better and cutting slower. Jeff groans and cries, twitching as Eric drags the knife through his abdomen.

“You're so beautiful like this. I wish you could see yourself the way I see you, the delicious ways you suffer for me.”

Jeff's eyes are glassy but he's still there, watching and making these deeply erotic sounds in his throat as Eric fucks the life out of him.

The second cut is lower and wider, Eric pushes his hand into it and revels in the slick, sticky heat of Jeff. This secret forbidden place that no one else can touch.

Reaching lower, Eric pulls and tears things out of his way. Wet, soft organs that Jeff will surely grow back when he recovers. Finally, he finds what he's looking for.

Deep in the cradle of Jeff's pelvis, Eric finds his own cock where it's buried in Jeff's ass. 

“Oh fuck, baby. You're so good to let me do this,” Eric pants as he starts to stroke himself in time with his thrusts. 

He strokes and squeezes his cock through the walls of Jeff's ass, fucking into his hand as much as into Jeff's body. It feels so much better than he imagined, like every pleasure combined. Like winning the Stanley cup on home ice and then fucking Jeff on top of their parade bus with everyone watching. 

Jeff starts to spasm and twitch, his muscles clenching randomly as his body starts to die. 

“Stay tight around me, Jeff. Don't you dare fuck this up for me.”

With visible effort, Jeff draws breath and tenses his whole body. It's enough.

Eric comes with an undignified noise. His release pulses against the inside of Jeff's body, so hard that he can feel it hitting his hand. He pulls out and laments that he doesn't have it in him to fuck either of Jeff's wounds right now. 

Another time, he decides. 

Jeff is definitely dead. The bed is soaked in his blood and all of the colour has been drained from his skin. With his clean hand, Eric finds his phone and takes a few photos, just for a rainy day. 

He showers and dresses, careful to keep away from all the blood. The wounds are already starting to close by the time he's clean. He's probably got time to grab some dinner before anything else happens.

When Jeff wakes up a few hours later, it's in a bed still sticky and stained with his blood. The knife is on the nightstand, clean and sharp. And Eric is lying beside him, naked, and stroking his hair.

“Such a good boy, so brave. I love you. You're perfect.”

Jeff's face contorts into a mask of horror, then confusion, and then peace. 

“I love you too,” he says at last. “You're so good to me.”

There's no way that Jeff's going anywhere, now. He belongs to Eric in every way that one person can belong to another. Eric is never, ever letting him go.