Matthew screamed, jumping up with the thousands of other Canadians that crowded the stadium as Canada scored their third goal of the game. Turning to his boyfriend, the happy blond shouted an enthusiastic "Take that, bitch!" before turing back to the game.

"We're cheering for the same team" muttered Gilbert, glaring half-heartedly at the Canadian. Matthew always got enthusiastic at hockey games, screaming himself hoarse as he berated the players on both teams. Although he pretended to be unimpressed by the antics of his lover, Gilbert had to admit that seeing a wild and unrepressed Matthew, clad in a large team Canada jersey and sporting two stripes of red face paint on his cheeks, was a welcome change from the usually controlled blond. It was moments like this that made the dull ache from what Gilbert had dubbed "Victory sex" seem even more worthwhile. With this thought in mind, he prayed that Canada would keep their lead. He did not want to find out what the Canadian would do if his team lost, especially in an important tournament like the World Juniors.

Matthew could get very into the games, to the point where his attitude in bed would often reflect the result of the night's game. It was risky, agreeing to accompany him to the games, because he would often lose himself in the aggression and turn his pent-up excitement on anyone unfortunate enough to sit next to him, namely Gilbert. Gilbert of course found this sexy, and proceeded to make a game out of it, spurring his lover on by making snide comments about the canadian players, sometimes going as far as to cheer when the other team scored. After the game, the Canadian would make it his mission in life to prove Gilbert wrong, which resulted in amazing victory sex if he was pushed far enough, and equally amazing rough, angry 'training' sex, where the Canadian would reassert his dominance by any means necessary.

Turning his attention back to the game, Gilbert watched the players skate after the puck, thankful that the Canadian had packed their 'toys'. By the way things were going, it was going to be victory sex that night, and Gilbert figured that if he got his lover in a good enough mood, he might let him top. Maybe. It was worth a shot. With this in mind, he turned to the Canadian, eagerly voicing Matthew's worst fears. "You know, there's still time left in the game. Russia can easily catch up. After all, your team has no stamina, they'll get tired and give up in no time."

Matthew growled, smacking Gilbert in the arm before replying. "Don't be stupid. Those toddlers they call hockey players can't shoot if their lives depend on it. They'll never get past my defense. And my team can go all night, unlike you." He glared at the albino before turning back to the game, gripping the edges of his seat so hard that Gilbert feared it would break. Gilbert glanced back to the play, eagerly waiting for his next opportunity to rile the Canadian. It came a few minutes later, when Russia scored.

Gilbert stood up and cheered, grinning maniacally at Canada as he did so. The blond had an angry scowl on his face and was barking french curses at the players. Upon seeing Gilbert's grin, he haughtily replied that it was only one goal, and that Canada would still win. They had to.

Gilbert was regretting his decision ten minutes later, when the Russians scored two more goals, tying the score 3-3. He was starting to get nervous, glancing at his lover every few minutes to make sure he wasn't on the verge of a murderous rampage. Hey, it had happened before. He reached over, gently clasping Matthew's hand in reassurance. Matthew sent an angry glare his way, slapping his arm away before turning back to the game.

Gilbert nearly cried when the Russian team scored again. Matthew actually did cry; a few tears of anger and frustration leaking out of the corners of his eyes as he screamed at his team, his anger and disappointment mirroring the boos and shouts of the Canadian fans that filled the stadium. Gilbert began to pack up his gear, fearing the worst as the game wore on. He wanted to get the Canadian out of the arena as quickly as he could, before a riot started. He really didn't want to have to bail his lover out of jail again.

When the game ended, Matthew was silent. He stood, filing out of the stadium with the rest of the fans, clasping Gilbert's hand as he glanced back -only once, a longer look would have killed him- at the celebrating Russians, who were happily waving their gold medals at the cameras like lunatics. Sighing to himself, he got in the car and drove them back to the hotel. Gilbert tried to break the oppressive silence, squeezing Matthew's hand slightly before giving him a weak smile. "Don't worry Mattie, there's always next year. This was just a fluke, you know your teams always come back and win."

"I know," Matthew sighed, smiling slightly at his anxious lover. Gilbert probably thought he was going to attack him as soon as they got to their room. Matthew did nothing to quell his fears. "At least we didn't lose to the Americans, that would have been embarrassing. Russia put up a good fight, and in the end, they wanted it more. I'm alright with that, because I know we're going to kill them next year." Matthew smiled wider, an arrogant grin crossing his face for a fleeting second as he added, "Plus, we beat them in the Olympics, and they have to wait four years before they can even begin to deny that we're better. Which, by the way, we are."

Gilbert sighed, relieved that the Canadian wasn't mad. He opened the door to their room, flicking on the lights before he was suddenly slammed against the wall. "W-what are you doing Mattie?" He asked, fearing another riot right here in the hotel. He wasn't sure he could hold his lover back this time. He winced instinctively as he felt hot breath next to his ear, groaning as Matthew chuckled darkly.

"I haven't forgotten what you said Gilbert. Apparently Canadians have no stamina?" Matthew nipped at Gilbert's ear, enjoying the groan that escaped the albino's mouth as he struggled to come up with an answer. He continued, grinding roughly against his lover, "I think I need to teach you a lesson."

Gilbert moaned, feeling arousal start to pool in his belly. He whined as Matthew pulled away, walking to the corner of the room and grabbing his hockey stick before climbing onto the bed and leaning against the headboard. Gilbert started to climb next to him, but was stopped by a rough smack to his thigh. Matthew smirked, pushing the albino to the floor with his stick. "No, you're going to listen to me tonight, and you'll see how much stamina I really have. Now strip."

Gilbert stared at his lover, his mind not really processing the order. Another slap, this time on his arm, got him moving. He stood, pulling off his shirt and watching the hungry expression on Matthew's face as he teasingly caressed his stomach. His hands fumbled with the button on his jeans, his growing arousal mixing with his fear and preventing his attention from focusing on anything other than his smirking lover. Another stinging pain rippled through his thigh. "Mattie!" He whined, rubbing his thigh tenderly, "What was that for?"

Matthew smacked his thigh again, reveling in the way Gilbert's face contorted in pain. "You're taking too long. And don't call me 'Matthew'. I am your coach, and you will address me as such."

Gilbert fought down the overwhelming urge to kiss the Canadian then and there. Instead, he pulled down his jeans, eagerly replying, "Yes coach!". He peeled off his socks and shoes before stopping at his boxers, staring into his coach's eyes, silently asking for permission. He was not disappointed.

"Take them off," Matthew whispered, licking his lips eagerly, "And bring me our supplies. You're going to be worked hard tonight."

Gilbert eagerly complied, sliding his boxers down his long, pale legs, blushing as Matthew's lust filled eyes regarded his half-hard erection. He turned, bending down to pull the small black bag from Matthew's suitcase. He winced as another smack was delivered to his rear, biting his lip to contain the moan that threatened to burst forth. Turning to face the bed again, Gilbert tossed the bag toward his lover, watching as Matthew hooked the blade of his stick through the drawstring to catch it.

Matthew casually rifled through the bag, examining it's contents and deciding what would be used. They hadn't brought their whole collection, just a few dildos, some vibrators, a cock ring, several tubes of lube, a pair of handcuffs, a ball gag, a vibrating butt plug, a leash, and a black leather collar emblazoned with a single red maple leaf. Matthew grabbed the collar, beckoning for Gilbert to come closer. The albino moaned as his coach slid the collar around the pale skin of his neck, enjoying the sensation of the rough leather against his skin. It pressed against his throat, restricting his breathing just enough that it's presence would be hard to ignore. He heard the faint click of a lock before Matthew withdrew his hands, motioning for the albino to stand at the foot of the bed.

Gilbert shifted anxiously under his lover's lustful gaze, awaiting his next command. Matthew stared for a while longer, enjoying the albino's embarrassment, before reclining farther against the headboard to speak. "Touch yourself." Gilbert moaned at the command, feeling himself harden at the authoritative tone in his lover's voice. He grasped his shaft, moving his hands along the skin in long, even pulls, occasionally swiping his thumb over the head. He stared at Matthew, never breaking eye contact as he smeared the pre-cum across the tip before using his other hand to fondle his balls. He could imagine that it was Matthew doing this to him, with his small, smooth hands, he nearly came at the thought. His strokes got faster and rougher as he neared his climax, and he moaned aloud, closing his eyes as the pleasure built. Suddenly, a sharp command rang out. "Stop." Gilbert almost didn't listen. Almost. He reluctantly pulled his hands away from his aching member, a small whine escaping his lips as he stared pleadingly at Matthew, who continued as if nothing had happened. "You're not allowed to cum. If you do, you will be punished. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes coach" Gilbert muttered, unconsciously rubbing his legs together to ease some of the tension.

"Good. Now, continue." Matthew smirked, enjoying the whine of protest that followed his words. "Are you disobeying me, Gilbert?" He asked, raising his stick threateningly.

"No coach." Was the dejected reply. Gilbert resumed his actions, stroking up the shaft, trying to think of anything but the building pleasure. Unfortunately, he only lasted about a minute before he had to stop again, the pleasure quickly becoming too much.

"Who said you could stop?" Matthew's voice cut through the air like a knife, traveling straight to Gilbert's groin.

"Please Mattie," Gilbert whimpered, "I can't help it. If I keep going, I'll cum."

Matthew laughed, reaching into the bag to pull out a sizable remote controlled plug. "Really? That's too bad. I would have thought that the great Gilbert Beilschmidt would have more stamina than that. I guess I was wrong." Gilbert blushed at his words, hanging his head to avoid his lover's gaze. Matthew continued, "Either way, you're not going to improve with the attitude you have now. Come here." Gilbert silently complied, wincing when Matthew pulled him onto his lap by the collar. He was only aware that he was grinding his hips into his coach's legs when a firm hand on his back stilled his actions. "Tsk tsk, no self control. Guess we'll have to fix that." Matthew smacked his ass, earning a surprised squeak from the albino. He then felt a cold object, slick with lube, pressing at his entrance. He let out a strangled gasp as the plug forced it's way in, rubbing against his walls and filling him fully. He hissed at the burn as Matthew pushed it all the way in, shifting until it rested against his prostate. Matthew then flipped the albino onto his back, grinning at the dark red blush that had spread across Gilbert's chest. "Well, what are you waiting for? Keep going."

Gilbert slowly brought his hand to his cock, stroking as lightly as possible. Matthew made a noise of annoyance, and reached behind him to grab a small remote. He smirked as he twisted the dial, watching Gilbert's back arch as the plug began to vibrate against his prostate. Gilbert's hands fell away from his cock, flopping uselessly on the bed as he bucked into and away from the pleasure. He unconsciously ground against his coach's legs, groaning at the friction. Matthew tsked in his ear, grabbing the albino's erection and pumping methodically, enjoying the moans and screams he was able to elicit from his lover. Soon, Gilbert was reduced to a whimpering, moaning mess, trembling uncontrollably from the pleasure, trying desperately to hold back his release. Matthew seemed to notice this, because he toyed with the remote's dial with his free hand, varying the intensity of the vibrations before turing them up all the way. Gilbert screamed, the vibrations coursing through his body. His cries only spurred Matthew on further, and he dropped the remote -still on high- and grabbed the base of the plug, drawing it back slowly only to slam it back against Gilbert's prostate.

The plug felt good, too good, and Gilbert could feel himself coming apart as he tried to contain his release. The way the hard object forced him to submit, to take pleasure, rubbing against his walls and sending jolts of bliss through his veins each time it struck that one spot just right- Gilbert couldn't take it. He came with a strangled sob, cum splattering his stomach. The plug remained buried inside him, still resting against his prostate as Matthew milked him dry. Only when he was completely spent did Matthew stop, pulling the plug out of his gaping entrance with an obscene pop. Gilbert lay across Matthew's knees, panting and shivering as he came down from his high. Only when he had calmed somewhat did Matthew speak.

"You came." He sounded angry.

Gilbert lifted his head weakly, meeting the annoyed violet eyes of his lover. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help it. You know I couldn't!"

Matthew brushed the albino's silvery hair away from his sweat-soaked forehead, kissing him lightly. "I know. But you know the rules. You're going to have to be punished."

Gilbert shivered at the Canadian's words. Punished. He couldn't tell if he was scared or aroused. He settled for a twisted combination of both. Matthew grabbed the black collar around his neck, pulling a small leash from the bag of toys beside him. Clipping it to a silver ring on the back, he gently led Gilbert off of his lap, pulling on the leash until he got the idea and moved on his own. Matthew grinned at the Prussian before shifting his hips slightly and pulling, guiding the albino's head to his crotch.

Gilbert smirked at the sizable bulge that pressed against the dark blue fabric of his jeans. "This is my punishment?" He drawled, already reaching forward to undo the zipper. Matthew smirked before pulling his hands back. "No. This is your reward for lasting as long as you did. Your punishment comes later." Gilbert whined, shivering at the Canadian's words. He couldn't wait. Matthew pushed his head forward again, and in a rare moment of understanding, Gilbert kept his hands behind his back. "I want you to use your mouth for this." Matthew smirked, lust-darkened eyes glittering as they regarded the naked albino spread out before him.

Gilbert moaned, the Canadian's words going straight to his hardening cock. He was amazed to find that that he was recovering so quickly, but then again, it was Matthew who was dominating him, so it really shouldn't have come as much of a surprise. Leaning forward, Gilbert nuzzled the growing bulge in his coach's pants. Matthew's hands brushed the silvery hair from his face, gently tracing spiraling patterns in Gilbert's scalp. Undoing the button with his teeth, Gilbert looked up at Matthew, blushing slightly at the gentle smile that Matthew gave him. "You're doing great" he whispered, bucking his hips slightly as Gilbert pulled the zipper down, revealing his hardening cock.

Gilbert's eyes widened, and he couldn't resist a comment, "So you've been thinking about this for a while then."

Matthew grinned, slapping the albino's ass with one hand as he pulled the albino up for a chaste kiss. "Maybe."

Gilbert moaned as Matthew guided him back toward his now fully hard member. "Gott, I love it when you go commando."

Matthew smirked, reaching between the albino's legs to fondle the Prussian's cock. "I know. Now suck." Matthew gently pushed the Prussian's head to his cock, moaning softly as the albino flicked out his tongue to taste some of the pre-cum that was beginning to bead along the tip. Feeling Matthew's hands on his awakening arousal, the albino got to work. Swirling his tongue around the tip, he whimpered softly, letting the vibrations travel down Matthew's cock. Matthew gave another moan, stroking Gilbert's arousal more forcefully. Gilbert took the hint, and relaxed his throat to take him in deeper. Matthew began to rock gently into Gilbert's mouth, enjoying the way the muscles in his throat clamped around his shaft. Gilbert ran his tongue teasingly along the underside of his shaft as he thrust in and out, withdrawing slightly only to take him in fully, nuzzling the golden curls around the base as he struggled to breathe around the large cock in his throat. All of a sudden, he felt Matthew tracing around his puckered entrance, rubbing a finger in the excess lube from the plug. He groaned as the lithe Canadian slipped the digit in, prodding around gently as he searched for the spot that would make his lover see stars. Gilbert practically screamed when he found it, his entrance and cock still sensitive from his previous orgasm.

Forcing himself to keep going, Gilbert resumed his suckling of Matthew's cock. Matthew was still massaging that one spot, determined to drive him insane with lust. He kept pumping the albino's cock in time to his strokes, keeping a steady, even tempo even as Gilbert took him to the base once more, practically screaming with arousal. A constant flow of pre-cum was leaking from the albino's cock, dripping onto Matthew's thigh. He removed his hand from Gilbert's cock to briefly smear the sticky white substance across his lover's face, admiring the lust-driven look that blossomed in his eyes when he did so. Then Matthew's hand went back to his cock, teasing and stroking in earnest now, and Gilbert could feel the start of his release. He howled as Matthew struck his prostate once more, pressing firmly against the little bump until he was coming all over himself. Matthew's cock slipped from Gilbert's lips as he came a second time, his mouth opening in a silent scream as he rocked back against Matthew's finger, wanting more of the sensation. Matthew let him finish, gently stroking and rubbing him until he was spent before withdrawing his hand to smack Gilbert's ass roughly.

"I told you not to come." Gilbert whimpered at the commanding tone in his voice. That was twice now, and he hadn't even been punished for the first one yet. He had no idea how he was going to survive the night. Matthew continued, ignoring the albino's obvious distress. "I hope you realize you're being punished for that too. And you failed the drill, by the way." Gilbert looked up, wondering what he had meant by 'failing the drill'. His answer came shortly thereafter when Matthew directed his lover's attention to his erect cock. "I haven't finished yet, Gilbert."

Gilbert made to resume sucking him off, pulling his body forward for better access, but Matthew's pale fingers along his neck stopped him from touching his cock. "You seem to want to cum so bad, I think I just might let you."

"Mattie? What do you mean? I'm done," he whined, not liking where the conversation was heading.

Matthew stroked his chin, pretending to think before turning his violet eyes back to the albino on his lap. "Nope, I don't think you are. Sorry Gilbert." He reached into the bag of toys, withdrawing the pair of handcuffs and ball gag. Easily throwing his lover onto his back, he clipped his wrists to the headboard while continuing to voice his thoughts. "You've been far too naughty to get off that easy. I think I'm going to show you what happens to players who disobey their coaches." He forced the gag into albino's mouth, clipping the thin straps around his head before returning his attention to the bag of tricks beside him. He dumped the remaining contents onto the bed, selecting the largest penetrator in the pile -A massive black vibrator nearly as thick as his forearm- and coating it liberally in lube. He pressed a chaste kiss to Gilbert's nose before sliding two fingers into his unprotected hole, scissoring them briefly before deeming his stretched enough to take the toy without tearing. He'd already been stretched by the plug, and Matthew wanted it to hurt a little. He wanted to see the albino struggle to take the massive shaft into his tight hole, to see his face contort first in pain and then in uncontrollable pleasure. Oh, he couldn't wait.

Gilbert's eyes widened as he felt the large object press against his entrance. He frantically shook his head, his chest heaving as he fought to get away. Matthew pressed another kiss to his cheek, brushing the hair from the albino's eyes as he began pressing the object in. Gilbert immediately ceased his struggles upon realizing that Matthew would force the large phallus into his body, willing or not, and forced himself to relax and accept the large toy that stretched his passageway. Tears of pain bloomed at the corners of his eyes as he struggled to remain loose. He wanted to be able to walk tomorrow. Usually he and Mattie would only use the large vibrator after several smaller dildos, to ensure that it could fit. Apparently Matthew had decided that they were breaking the routine now. Gilbert's eyes widened as the massive toy pressed firmly against his prostate, and he fought to contain the unwilling moans that arose from the action. Matthew seemed to notice this, as he rubbed the vibrator harder against the area before continuing to force it into his lover.

Gilbert's body was burning now, arousal stirring in his belly again to mix with the stabs of pain in his entrance. He didn't know what to feel, the pain and pleasure were mixing into a burning need, and all he could to to accept the pleasure that was forced upon him, relaxing into the sheets as he toy moved deeper and deeper. Finally, the massive cock was fully inside him. Matthew waited a few minutes to allow his lover to rest and get used to the size of the large cock that he was impaled on before twisting a dial on the base. Gilbert let a moan slip past his lips as the massive object sprung to life, the gentle vibrations shaking him to the core. The vibrator was pressed firmly against his prostate and the vibrations were going straight to his cock. He felt a small tongue lap at the sensitive head of his erection, flicking and teasing around the slit. Gilbert shakily raised his head, moaning wantonly at what he saw. A steady stream of cum was flowing from his cock -presumably from the direct stimulation of his prostate- and Matthew was licking it right up, smiling at the albino with lust filled eyes. Gilbert nearly came at the sight.

He could feel the cum pouring from his slit, but he had no conscious control over his actions. A small pool of white was forming near his navel. He closed his eyes in shame when Matthew pulled away, leaving the bed momentarily to grab something from his suitcase. He soon returned, leaning over his lover and slapping his cheeks until he opened his eyes. Matthew held a a small 100mL beaker in front of Gilbert's bewildered eyes. "You're going to fill this, love. And then I'm going to make you drink it, and I won't let you stop cumming until you do." Gilbert whined through the gag, paling at the thought of cumming nonstop until the glass container was full. Matthew continued like he hadn't heard him. "But I'm not mean, Gil. I'll let you have some fun with this. After all, it's not very exciting to lie down and be milked. Do I get a thank you?" Gilbert glared at him through the gag, straining against the handcuffs that kept him from retaliating.

"That's not very nice," Matthew continued, his voice turning sickly sweet as he smirked at his bound lover. "I'm going to have to teach you some manners. After all, you were very rude earlier. And, speaking of which, we still have to test your stamina." He suddenly turned the vibrator up to medium power, enjoying the way Gilbert's eyes rolled back in his head as the pleasure coursed through his body. Matthew slipped the beaker over the head of his cock, stroking the shaft gently as Gilbert's third orgasm of the night washed through him. He continued to stroke and tease relentlessly even after the albino had finished, forcing him to stay hard through the torture. His prostate was still being mercilessly stimulated, the steady stream of cum leaking from his aching erection spilling into the beaker. He whimpered as his sensitive nerves were abused, hating the pleasure that was beginning to course though his system once more.

Matthew seemed to have heard him, as he leaned forward to kiss his lover's nose, whispering in his ear as he did so. "Aw, poor muffin. Are you tired?"

Gilbert whimpered again, pleading with his eyes for his coach to have mercy.

"Well don't worry," Matthew grinned, glancing down at the mostly-empty beaker. "You've only got 85mL to go!"

Gilbert's chest heaved with his 9th orgasm of the night. He collapsed, completely limp, on the hotel bed, hazy eyes focusing on the heated gaze of his lover. For perhaps the thousandth time that night, he croaked out a plea for mercy, "Please Mattie?" Matthew merely smiled, reaching between the albino's legs to resume his ministrations, pumping the massive vibrator back and forth as he continued to stroke Gilbert's cock. Gilbert groaned at the pain/pleasure sensations that flowed through his body. He was exhausted, his overstimulated nerves screaming in protest with each orgasm that tore through his weakened body. And yet, it felt so damn good he couldn't help but buck into Matt's warm and welcoming hands with each caress. Matthew had removed the gag about half way through, and Gilbert's moans and pleads for mercy quickly filled the air. "Please please please, stop-" He moaned, hating yet loving how Matthew could continue to arouse him, even when he thought he could take no more.

Matthew slowed his hands, watching thoughtfully as his lover panted on the bed, clearly on the verge of passing out. His gaze flicked briefly to the beaker resting on the albino's chest. 75mL. For 9 orgasms, that was pretty good. However, he had promised the albino that he would work him hard, and Matthew couldn't deny the strong curiosity that coursed through him at the thought of forcing the albino to keep going. He loved the feeling of undeniable power that came with the thought. He could clearly picture the albino sobbing from the feelings, helpless and meek and so, so sexy as he was forced to continue-

After a few moments of deliberation, he stopped his torture, reaching to caress his lover's cheek before picking up the beaker and examining it's contents. In truth, he was surprised the albino had lasted as long as he did. Matthew grinned at his lover. "Have you learned your lesson yet?"

"Yes, yes, oh god yes. Please Matt? Can I have a break?"

"Fine." Matthew placed the beaker on the small night table beside the bed and slowly withdrew the vibrator from Gilbert's quivering hole, ignoring how the albino involuntarily bucked at the sensations. He lay down beside Gilbert, ignoring his own throbbing erection for the time being as he carded his fingers through silver hair. "You know I love you, right?"

Gilbert smiled weakly. "Of course birdie. And I love you."

Matthew smiled and snuggled up to the albino, resting his head on a sweaty shoulder. "Mm, thanks Gil," he whispered, "You can rest for a bit, but I'm not going to untie you. You're not done yet."

Gilbert's low chuckle resonated through his chest. "Yeah, yeah, I know. Don't fall asleep with me tied up like this."

"Okay."

They lay together for half an hour, both drifting in and out of consciousness. Finally Matthew pushed himself up, straddling Gilbert's chest once more. He had gone soft while resting, but the sight of his bound lover grinning in anticipation was quickly resolving that minor issue. "So Gil," he began, trailing his fingers along the side of the Prussian's face. "You did pretty well tonight. I think you deserve a reward. Someone's going to get fucked tonight, but I think you deserve to chose who. I'm all yours." With that he grinned slightly, unlocking the handcuffs before sitting back, cheeks suddenly aflame.

Gilbert pretended to think for a moment before speaking. "I think it's going to be your ass tonight, Birdie. I'm already sore. Plus, I can't wait to put you in your place. He grinned before surging upward, flipping their positions so Matthew was underneath him.

Matthew growled before kneeing him in the stomach and wriggling out from under the albino. "Excuse me? I'm still in charge Gil, don't forget that." He smacked the albino's cock lightly, emphasizing his point. "Now lie back down; I'm going to ride you." Gilbert grumbled lightly under his breath before lying back on the bed. Matthew smiled before kissing him soundly on the lips, blindly feeling around the bed for the bottle of lube they had been using earlier. Grinning into the kiss when he found it, Matthew quickly set to work preparing himself for Gilbert's cock. The albino was already fully hard, despite the numerous orgasms he had experienced that night. After a few minutes, Matthew sat back, signaling that he was ready, and lined himself up with Gilbert's cock, shivering slightly in anticipation. Gilbert placed his hands on the Canadian's hips, gently guiding him down onto his member.

Matthew let out a small whine at the stretch, feeling the Prussian's cock rubbing against his walls deliciously. He let out a gasp when it bumped against that special spot deep inside him, slumping forward in unexpected pleasure. The albino was quick to take advantage of the new development, reaching up with one hand to tug at the one wayward curl atop his lover's head, gasping when the Canadian bucked and tightened around him. He couldn't help but smile warmly at the sight of his Canadian, flushed and panting, struggling to contain his pleasure and adjust to his girth. He carressed the curl for a few more seconds before wrapping a hand around Matthew's neglected erection, rubbing the tip just hard enough to ellicit another whine from the trembling Canadian.

After a few tense moments, Matthew was able to more. Prying Gilbert's hand away fron his leaking erection (with great difficulty), he rocked forward, determined to make Gilbert come quickly. He could already feel himself coming undone, after watching Gilbert's torture for over an hour with no release, he was ready to burst.

Gradually increasing his pace, Matthew rocked against his lover, raising his hips before suddenly plunging back down onto the large cock, striking his prostate every time. Gilbert began to rock with him, thrusting upwards when Matthew dropped down and coaxing a near scream from his lover. Matthew suddenly tightened around him, and Gilbert swore loudly before bucking up haphazardly into the tight heat, completely missing Matthew's gloating smirk as he rocked a little harder, determined to make the albino come.

Of course, the smirk didn't stay on his face for long, as Gilbert chose that exact moment to begin pumping his erection in earnest. Matthew bucked and whined, grinding down onto Gilbert's cock as the Prussian thrust mercilessly into him, stabbing his prostate with every movement.

And then Gilbert slipped a finger in to join his cock in Matthew's tight heat.

Matthew convulsed, letting out a keening cry of his lover's name as he came hard over both their stomachs, Gilbert following shortly after as the Canadian tightened excruciatingly around him.

They both collapsed panting on the bed. Matthew was the first to move, curling in to his lover's chest as Gilbert draped an arm around his waist.

"Shouldn't we get ceaned up?"

"Later," Gilbert groaned, too exhausted to move.

"Okay then," Matthew murmered, kissing the albino's collarbone and smiling lightly when the Prussian reciprocated the action on his forehead. "I wasn't too hard on you, was I?"

"No, you...you were great, actually. I love it when you get riled up after a game."

"Mm, I'll have to remember that."

"Too bad the tournament's over."

"Oh, I wouldn't worry about that. The playoffs are coming up and the Habs have a good chance this year." Matthew grinned before snuggling in to his lover's chest, ignoring how Gilbert's breath hitched in his ear.

"I can't wait."

So this is going to be a series of prucan oneshots. (And by oneshots, I mean sex.) Don't like, don't read. If you have any ideas for the next one, let me know :)
I'm thinking tentacle rape, because personally I love it when Matt bottoms. :P

Review? Only if you want to.
-Meg