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Summary: Leon Draisaitl is the only wolf in the NHL, and he keeps both sides of these life as separate as he can. But then at the All Star Game in Florida, the two accidentally... interject. Not that Matthew Tkachuk has any idea what he's done.

AN: Maybe all of the excitement persuaded me to post the first part of this. Just mayyyyyybe. That and the amazing @sequestering helping me out by reading this whole WIP and helping me with pace and my shit self-esteem...

"Draisaitl?" Tkachuk's done rubbing at his eyes. "What the fuck?" 

That's about how Leon feels, and he's seconds from sniping back, when he sniffs out some dried blood in the room, seeing a small darker spot on Tkachuk's pillow that must be the source of it. Leon breathes in sharply through his nose, trying to figure out if Tkachuk hurt himself somehow, but there is no fresh blood in the air. 

Must be something as stupid as Tkachuk, then. 

"I don't fucking know," Leon rumbles. 

Tkachuk flops back onto the pillow. "My head is killing me. My neck hurts. I'm more tired now than I've been after playing playoff OT. What the fuck happened last night?" 

Sounds like a Tkachuk problem. Leon isn't tired at all, and other than the random fucking hangover, he's feeling pretty decent. There is no buzz under his skin demanding that he shifts right this fucking instant, his energy levels feel pretty normal, and there is no part of his body demanding his particular attention. His ankle is fine, his knee is good… No worries. 

Clearly nothing of consequence happened last night. 

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Summary: In which Matthew develops a Thing about his neck guard. He's totally dealing with it, and fucking around with Draisaitl again will probably help in an entirely unrelated way. Turns out, it's not quite unrelated.

AN: thanks @sequestering for helping this jump into being. Bet you didn't think this would be the end result.

It's a good thing most of the guys are out of there, because Matthew gets all twisted up in his gear in a way that hasn't happened to him since he was much younger and not used to all this stuff yet. This might be the most embarrassing thing he's done in ages, because whatever he tries to let himself free just makes him feel more and more stuck, to the point where it feels like the neck guard is actually getting tighter on his neck. 

He can still breathe, but there's definitely more pressure. 

By the time he's untangled himself, his jersey is on the floor and so are most of his pads, leaving him panting in his undershirt and that damn guard tight around his throat. 

Matthew swallows and feels his dick throb in his compression shorts. 

Oh no. Oh no. This is not fucking happening right now.

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Summary: Matthew knows he's bi, he's just never done much about it. But when Draisaitl comes out, it starts a conversation that turns into flirting that turns into Draisaitl showing up in Florida, mere months after losing to Matthew in game seven.

AU: For @sportspuckball who is awesome and deserves fic about the fun kind of drilling. Here's 8.5k of mostly smut and surprisingly tender idiots.

"Yeah, I just wanted to give you the bi five in person," Matthew chirps him instead. 

"Sure, that's what you wanted." Draisaitl looks so pissy already. "You're full of it." 

His annoyed face is very attractive and Matthew isn't going to look into what that means about his sexuality and his bad taste. Instead, he's going to smirk because he knows it really gets to Draisaitl. Getting under that guy's skin is its own kind of aphrodisiac. 

"How about you-"

"No." 

Before Matthew can crack the stupid joke that will absolutely make Draisaitl want to kill him, he gets rudely interrupted by a pissy German. So to punish him, Matthew glares at him and waits for him to explain his terrible behavior, waits for Draisaitl to get the urge to defend himself the way he always does. Even when he's just elbowed someone again. 

"You're not using some line about being full of me instead."

Damn. Draisaitl actually predicted Matthew's awesome sense of humor. That's unexpected. It's not that Matthew is unaware that Draisaitl has a sense of humor, it's that it's surprising that Draisaitl would be opposed to Matthew cracking jokes like this one. 

"How did you know I was gonna say that?" Matthew has to ask. 

"Because you're not as subtle as you think you are." 

"Fine." Matthew can roll with the punches. "Wanna fuck?"

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Summary: In which Leon puts some things together. Does he figure out everything? Does he get it right? We'll see

AN: The response to chapter one has been absolutely bonkerballs and I cannot even find the words to say how much I appreciate it. So here's more fic

He can't breathe. Leon pants into the darkness, scrambling to sit up so he can get some air into his chest. He claws at his chest, unable to control his shift the way he usually does. 

There's an iron tang of blood in the air, and Leon knows he's broken skin, but that doesn't matter when he's lightheaded and still desperately fighting to make his chest expand the way it's supposed to. Breathing through his nose doesn't help, merely brings more of the scents into the room in as a distraction, and breathing through his mouth doesn't fix it either. 

Leon gasps for long seconds, pounding at his suddenly sore chest to wreck the blockage that must have somehow entered his lungs. Fuck this hurts. 

Finally something relaxes in him, and the air reaches his lungs properly again, even as his chest feels tender and aching. Leon scans his body, trying to use his senses to figure out what just happened - choking on air isn't a thing that is possible, not really, and especially not for a wolf like Leon. He heals better than most - or at least, he does usually. 

This is different.

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AN: You can thank @sportspuckball for that extra chapter in the projected chapter count. I know I do. Also so much thanks to all the lovely people who commented on this fic, it means a lot to me!

Over the past few days, Leon's spent a lot of time in his room. Dealing with things that he should be over by now. And he is, until his mind flashes back to Tkachuk, dripping wet and muscles straining as he… damn it, not again. 

There are a million different scenarios in which Leon has pictured those straining muscles, and at least a thousand different sleazy things that Tkachuk could have said in front of Leon if he'd spotted him staring. Shit, Leon's sure Tkachuk would only make fun of him, but sometimes in the quiet moments late at night in Leon's room he thinks about another world in which… maybe. Just maybe. 

That version of Tkachuk isn't real. He's less annoying and way more interested in behaving like he's about to win a wet t-shirt contest for Leon's eyes only. The fantasy version of Tkachuk strips his clothes off and licks his lips as he motions for Leon to do the same thing, trying to be in charge even though he's not. 

No, Leon calls the shots, and Tkachuk likes it, begging for more at some point. 

The fantasies are explicit and detailed and nothing like real life - but more than distracting enough to have Leon spending more time in his room. He'll spend time in the pool when Tkachuk is literally anywhere else.

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Summary: In the NHL, Alpha wolves don't have any power. So when Leon's signed up as a stud for some rich omega, he's preparing for awkwardness. Meanwhile Matthew can't believe his dad wants grandkids this badly. He'd rather play in the omega league - but then he meets the Alpha chosen for him and… The baby thing is starting to sound pretty good.

AN: The happiest of birthdays to the best of Otters. I hope you enjoy your 40k of breeding omegaverse filth. I know what you like...

Leon always knew that this day would come. The draw of being a good-looking bilingual Alpha athlete - and a fucking wolf - was going to be too big for the Oilers front office to resist signing Leon up for studding and reaping the benefits. 

His stud price must have been pretty fucking high for them to clear Leon for duty during the season. Sure, they are going to try to schedule the sessions during the bye week, but Leon knows better than most guys that no matter how high the dose of suppressants is, sometimes pheromones still get the better of people. 

Not of Leon, but the omega wolf he's supposed to knock up might be affected. 

"You're lucky." Nurse tells him. "I heard who won." 

"And?" 

"You'll be breeding your way into hockey royalty." 

Leon would rather be hockey royalty. He thinks he's earned it by now with his play and the respect he's owed around the league. But maybe Alpha wolves don't get that kind of honor - that's only for Betas and humans, the real stars that don't have to be slaves to their biology - or so that's what the people say.

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AN: I finished it! And of course the final chapter is 12k because I'm a parody of myself... Please let me know if you enjoyed this one

"Oh, I've got some ideas." 

Before Matthew can crack a joke, Leon dives into the pool, hoping Matthew will get drenched because of it. Screw his stupid sunglasses and the way his smile makes Leon want to lick those dimples and bite at Matthew's smiling mouth and… 

He wants too much. He wants all of it, coming up to the surface feeling no less frantic. Leon turns to where Matthew was before and doesn't find him. It shouldn't be a surprise that Matthew took the chance to fuck with Leon, but Leon is still determined to win and claim some kind of prize. His prize. 

And then Matthew comes to the surface too, triumphantly hoisting his stupid sunglasses above his head. He's smiling again. Showing dimples again. 

Leon gives up on any sophistication, at least for now, reaching for Matthew and pulling him in, pressing his mouth to a dimple and kissing it. Matthew's patchy facial hair stings a little, but Leon's long since stopped caring about that. 

"What are you doing?" Matthew is laughing. 

"Shut up." 

Kissing Matthew's smiling mouth will shut him up, Leon thinks. It won't last, but it's not as if Leon doesn't want to kiss him anyway. It's annoying how much Leon wants to kiss him, even when they're not going to have sex. 

They could this time, though. Not in the pool, but… they could.

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Summary: A marriage pact made between rivals was never meant to come to fruition. But in 2032, Leon Draisaitl is playing one last season, hoping to finally win a cup. He didn't expect Matthew Tkachuk to even remember the pact, let alone to hold him to it. And he definitely didn't expect happily ever after.

AN: So... this is 40k of old men MattDrai being down bad for each other. Enjoy

“Everyone’s getting married,” Leon sighs. “And having babies.” 

The lights make this random St. Louis bar feel a little blurry. Leon’s sure it’s the lights - they don’t serve good enough beer for him to get drunk. 

“Not everyone,” Tkachuk protests. “I’m not.” 

Wow, he’s actually participating in the conversation. That’s more than Leon expected after... everything.  

“Do you want to get married?” 

“Are you proposing to me right now?” 

Tkachuk’s voice cracks a little, and Leon can be the bigger man and not laugh in his face about it. It would be kind of funny to mess with him a little, act like he’s really proposing, and tough it out for a bit until Tkachuk loses it. But the idiot is good enough at playing the game that Leon worries he might end up engaged after this. 

There’s no way he’s gonna marry Tkachuk.