#avs.fic

val/arsi, e, 4k words

There's a dampness collecting at his temples that Val can't tell if it's from the bath or his sweat.  His nails are starting to hurt again, digging into skin a little too unkindly.  His scent grows thicker by the minute, and Val can't ignore his omega when he gets like this, not when he begs so pretty.

mikko/arsi, m, 4k words

He lunges at him again, teeth snapping together with a deafening click, jaw set like an animal.  Artturi shrieks and pulls on his jersey, spewing something in Finnish, his soft pink mouth moving too quickly for Mikko to register.

want me to kill them for you?? (flirting)

mikko/arsi, t, 9.6k words

All his messages are cryptic. Artturi scrolls through the walls of texts that are just panicked variations of i need your help and something happened and he can't think anything past oh my god he's killed someone before he's racing out his apartment to Mikko's.

Mikko gets a wish baby. Somehow, Artturi also becomes a dad.

mikko/arsi, 8.5k words, eplicit

There's nothing about Mikko that makes him look like a blood-thirsty, carnivorous predator.  Nothing except, well, the look he gets in his eyes when he's staring at Artturi

In which Mikko is the captain of the Colorado Avalanche and Artturi is a rookie.

mikko/arsi, explicit, 3.3k words

Mikko is not a good man. No good man would want their friend like this.

mikko/arsi, mature, 5k words

His mouth fills with unfettered want, and his teeth have never been sharp but he wishes they were now, so he can sink them into the juncture of Mikko's shoulder, the tips of his fingers, and broadness of his thighs. Artturi wants him decorated in his marks, enamel scraped against skin, until Mikko can't move without thinking about him.

(the companion piece to the distance between our hands from Artturi's point of view)

mikko/arsi, explicit, 36.2k words

He'd meant it sincerely back then, when they were younger and thought running from sunsets could somehow prolong the day and extend their time together, when he'd taken one look at Artturi and confessed he wanted to play together forever.  He thinks he means it even more now that he's 25 and a world removed from his rosy childhood.

(Mikko meets Artturi when he's 10, loves him for longer than he doesn't, and tries to figure out how to close the distance between them.)

ej/gabe, e, 3.3k words

The shock doesn't settle into the marrow of his bones until Gabe's silhouette becomes clearer.  It's almost like an afterthought, how late it comes.  The trim line of his waist is apparent under the endless Florida sun, the broad planes of his shoulders showing under the light as the day kisses the night.  He's completely naked, EJ notes numbly, mouth going dry.  He's also holding the cup and grinning up at him.