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Helly, everyone, and welcome to the Hockey Hunk!

We're still in the middle of the anniversary special, and I expect a couple more chapters here before we go back to the "canon" universe - but until that, please sit down and enjoy the bumpy ride that is the extremely soapy life of these weird characters. The response from you so far has been great, and it's been fun to read your WHUT??? reactions to all the bizarre and melodramatic plot twists! Please, keep it up! Your feedback is always most appreciated.

Hope you have a fun read!

Cheers!

EDIT: Damn, I was so eager to post this that I accidentally posted it as a journal...whoops...right place now! :P

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"Dude, you've got like the greatest apartment in whole town!"

Haakon was sprawled on the big king-sized bed, naked as the day he was born, his tan and mottled body like a man-shaped stain on the black silk sheets. He seemed quite content with himself, a soft purr rumbling out of his chiseled chest, legs spread, paws folded behind his head.

"What's the point of having 35 million dollars if you don't know how to spend it good?" the lynx stated with a satisfied smirk on his muzzle.

A fuzzy paw appeared and rubbed the said grinning briefly before it landed back onto the sheets, and its owner let out a chuckle of his own.

"I guess a penthouse apartment in one of the most exclusive addresses in Kirk City counts," Mason mused.

The naked lynx winked and flicked an ear at the relaxed wolf by him.

"Good to have some space to stretch your paws?" Haakon wriggled his toes.

The wolf chuckled and swished his tail along the soft silk of the sheet, close by to tickle Haakon's leg with its bushy length. The lynx let out a chuckle and a sound that sounded like a combination of a moan and a purr, a nice, sharp sound that made the wolf's ears flick, too. The little tease couldn't go on for long, though, for the cat leaped, fluidly, perfectly, and landed on top of the wolf with practiced easy, legs hugging Mason's hips while their bodies melted together. The cat grinned before he leaned down and kissed the wolf ticklishly.

"Good to bring boys over, too," the purring lynx licked his lips.

The wolf chuckled and prodded Haakon's ribs, buried beneath so much thick fur that the teasing touch was barely felt by the smirking male straddling the wolf on the bed.

"You bring lots of boys over?" Mason's eyes twinkled.

"You're the first one," Haakon winked.

Mason let his fuzzy paws move lower along the lynx's warm sides, all the way to the narrow waist and the twin furry mottle-globes that formed the lynx's rump. He couldn't help but squeeze the firm muscles he felt, and grinned at the sensation. The lynx pushed his backside to meet the wolf's paws and let out a pleased sound.

"Yay," Mason cheered.

"I've only stayed here for two weeks, though..."

"Slut," Mason chuckled.

Haakon captured the wolf's lips in a kiss and let their tongues and muzzles linger together for a long, breathless moment that seemed to be reigniting the fires of their previous activities on the lynx's bed. The clothes strewn on the floor seemed to speak of similar things, a knowledge that only added to their pleasure and eagerness.

"Do you like?" the lynx asked.

"That you're a slut?" the wolf snickered.

"Uh huh..." the lynx arched his back, grounding his growing erection against the wolf's belly.

"I can live with that," Mason rubbed his paw over the curve of Haakon's ass and dipped his fingers into the crevice between them, stroking the silky furs he found there.

"Oh yes?"

"I think so..." the wolf breathed.

The next kiss was as hot as fire.

"Turn onto your belly," Haakon husked.

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"...I don't know why Marge wants to provoke me like that, honestly," Rory shook his head once again, eyes staring onto the bubbles popping onto the surface of his white wine spritzer standing on a glass on his desk. "Why now..."

"Why not?" Victor stated, lounging on the armchair placed in front of the lion's desk, black business jacket buttoned open and his tie loose for the lunch, that for him consisted of a snifter of Jack Daniels propped onto his big paw. "Why wait for tomorrow if you can torment someone today?"

"I've no grudge against Marge, you know that," the lion rumbled. "I just don't know..."

"Well, there is absolutely nothing we can do about it," Victor pointed out, "after Cobb and Marge divorced without a prenuptial arrangement, she got half of Cobb's share in the company, and that means that she has a simple majority as a shareholder. Nothing is accepted by the board without her approval. To challenge a simple employment contract would seem very petty to the lawyers."

"Fuck lawyers" Rory grumbled. "I just don't know...I'm sure he could've gotten any job anywhere in the US, but he has to come here..."

"Maybe he has old scores to settle, and wants to be here," Victor suggested.

Rory picked up his glass and took a sip from his drink, one that let him hissing, briefly, before he put the drink down and then licked his lips dry to get the slightly fruity flavor away.

"Like what?" he grunted. "That I slept with Haakon? That you slept with Mason?"

"Maybe he just wants to do something with his life," Victor said. "To be forced to retirement at that age from professional sports...all the lost revenue on sponsorship deals...the biopic movie deal...the biography..."

Rory snuffled.

"You know awfully much about the Haakon Kjerulf merchandise machine, Vic," the lion stated.

"What can I say?" the Doberman shrugged, ears flicking about. "The hottest name on ice for a decade and it was all over before it properly began."

"Ha!" Rory grunted. "Hottest name, huh?"

"And ass too," Victor rolled his snifter on his palm before he took a grimaceworthy sip. "Won't deny that. But that's just my professional opinion...you know...as a hockey hunk..."

Rory's quirked expression melted away as he heard the Doberman jokily refer to himself by the old pet name that had really signaled intimacy and gentleness between the two. It had all started from such a small thing, indeed...such a long time ago...

"Oh yeah?" the lion stated.

"Only got eyes for you now, baby," the Doberman murmured in reply.

Rory's heart filled with warmth at hearing those words, and he smiled happily as they shared a long look across the room.

And it was too good to be true. The squeak of the intercom interrupted it very rudely.

"Mister Gliese?"

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"Old ball and chain," Rory snuffled as he flipped the switch. "Yes, Crystal?"

"Mister Gliese, Pepe La Rocca called again from the wedding planning agency and he said he had a very urgent matter to discuss with you."

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Rory lifted his finger from the button and grimaced.

"Why did you have to hire that camp menace?" Rory snuffled. "Seems that he can't decide anything on his own."

"He had such a good review on Tying the Knot magazine," Victor shrugged.

"Makes me want to tie something around his neck," Rory grumbled. "Yes, Crystal?"

"He left a note that said that he's been having trouble with the Thirsk ballroom piano. Apparently the pianist he hired for the wedding reception is not happy with the piano and now Mr. La Rocca wants to rent a white baby grand piano for the reception. He needs your approval and says it'll be added to the final bill, of course."

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"Does she think that it's Liza Minelli getting married, not us?" Rory gave the Doberman a look.

"I suppose life is a cabaret for that old chum" Victor toasted the air in front of him with his glass before a good manly gulp.

"Didn't know you knew that one," Rory snuffled before he hit the switch. "Crystal, tell Pepe that he can get the piano."

"Yes, Mister Gliese. He would also like to know whether you could watch the demonstration video about the light show that he sent to your email and get back to him whether you think that the strobes are too much."

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"Strobes?" Victor rumbled.

"Don't ask," Rory shook his head. "Crystal, I'll get back to Mister La Rocca. Is there anything else?"

"Mister Powell is here and would like to see you briefly if you have the time, Mister Gliese."

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"Let him through, please."

"Yes, Mister Gliese."

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"Close your jacket, you're messy," Rory pointed at the Doberman's open coat before he assumed a relaxed buy authoritative pose on his own high-packed leather chair.

"Yes, darling," Victor snuffled.

The leather-padded door opened and admitted a thin, lanky coyote, dressed in a grey three-piece suit and a peach-colored shirt. The lapels of the jacket hung heavily against the young man's hips and bulged noticeably with hidden pockets within. His stride was easy, his furs luxurious, his gaze older than his young years. His paws were comfortably tucked into pants pockets, as he walked in confidently. The strange clicking and popping sound that followed him everywhere could be heard, too, but the lion paid little heed by now.

"George, how are you?" Rory greeted the arriving coyote with a smile.

"Hello, George!" Victor rumbled.

"Hello," the coyote replied in a soft voice, one pierced ear flicking up and down. "How are you guys?"

"Making big business, as always," Rory waved his paw over the dramatic piles of papers and prints covering his table, "just enjoying some lunch at the moment...did you eat yet?"

"I had an egg salad," the coyote replied. "I'm not seeing any lunch here though..."

Victor toasted with his glass again.

"Liquid lunch," the Doberman rumbled. "I'm on the ketosis diet."

The coyote gave him a curious look.

"Booze has tons of carbs in it, aren't those supposed to be banned in that diet?"

"Only booze makes the diet tolerable," Victor declared.

"You don't look like you need to slim down for the wedding," Rory observed as he looked up and down at the thin coyote. "I must say, you look fantastic!"

"Thanks!" the coyote patted his chest. "I've been putting on so much weight and almost all of my fur has grown back now, it's amazing!"

"You're like a new man, George," Victor said.

"Yeah," the coyote shook his head. "Who would have thought that my fur loss and all the other symptoms were caused by a radioactive leak in the nuclear battery of my artificial heart! Apparently the whole product line has been recalled because of this."

"You sure were lucky that they picked it up in time, George," Rory noted.

"Now I have to haul these around instead," the coyote patted his bulging coat lapels, "But I'm fine."

"And you look it as well," Rory said. "What can I do for you today, George?"

"I've actually got some business about the Sinclair Foundation," George said.

Rory nodded solemnly.

"What is it?"

"We're reprinting Little Lucy's Gift of Life, and the Foundation has decided to ask BookYES for a price quote on publishing the book in print."

"The children's book Peter wrote to educate little children about organ transplantation..." Rory mused, nodding again.

"You have to ask Kitty Littleton at Children's Lit," Victor mused. "Don't think there's any problem, though. You own the copyright, yeah?"

"The foundation does," George replied. "Peter set it up on his will. All proceedings are to go to the foundation."

"What about the audiobook?" Victor asked. "Would we be publishing that too?"

"Knopf's got the audiobook rights," George replied calmly. "David Tennant read it."

"Who's David Tennant?" Victor frowned thoughtfully.

"Of course we'll be delighted to reprint it," Rory smiled. "It is a very important cause."

"And it wouldn't be there without the million dollars that BookYES and The Albrecht Brothers donated to the foundation," the coyote noted.

"BEEP!"

"Oh well..." Rory shook his head. "Crystal?"

"Mister -"

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_"_RORYYYY!"

The door had slammed open and a very busy, very green, very high-heeled Marge emerged, wobbling in all the right places.

"Marge?"

"...Mrs. Holden..."

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"Yes, Crystal," Rory muttered into the intercom.

"What's going on?" Victor rumbled from his chair.

"They're here!" Marge declared happily, pearls flowing along her bosom. "They're here?"

"Who's here?"

"Everyone!" the cougar purred as she rushed over to the big pane window to peek outside the building. "They're just landing..."

"What's up?" George questioned curiously.

"I just got a call from the airport," Marge's voice became shrill with excitement. "Cobb is here, and so are Justin and Clytemnestra! They all arrived at the same time and took the chopper from the airport to here! They're just here!"

"Wow..." Rory glanced over his shoulder at the cougar standing by the big pane window, tail flicking about busily behind her as she spied on any signs of the whoppering menace.

"They must be here soon!" Marge chirped.

"Woo!" Victor whooped.

"Put that drink away, Victor," Marge fussed as she pranced back and forth, at full cougar mode. "You know Cobb doesn't like to see you drinking, not since you crashed the yacht."

"It was an accident," Victor grunted, defiantly holding onto his snifter.

"Are they coming here?" Rory wondered, looking at the disarray on his desk.

"Where else?" Marge snorted, halfway to the door again. "This is where family is!"

"Do they even know we're here?" Victor complained.

"I made sure that they'll be sent here."

"Your office is much bigger," Rory mused. "Could fit everyone in there."

"Even your mom," Victor mused.

"Phhhhh," the cougar hissed. "It's bad enough that she'll be in the same town...living at the Thirsk on my expense...drinking out of the minibar and going to the spa I'm sure...getting some hot mud massage or something..."

"I'd love a hot mud massage!" Rory giggled.

"I guess I should leave and give you some space," George mumbled.

"Oh, stay!" Marge waved her paw expansively. "More the merrier! And you are part of the Holden & Holden & Holden & Gliese Publishing, BookYES and The Albrecht Brothers..."

"Well I don't know..."

A smattering of footsteps could be heard, along with various voices.

"That's them!" Marge boomed. "Everyone, get up and prepare to pick your family member...everyone needs a big welcome hug!"

Rory forced his ass off his chair and wondered just whom of the incoming furs he was supposed to hug...and the decision didn't come any easier, when they actually did appear on the doorway - Cobb, in his white suit, big as the life itself, the small, voluptuous cougarette paws full of Saks Fifth Avenue shopping bags and a tall, broad-shouldered, rich-maned young lion in a dark suit and dark sunglasses, paws enclosed in black leather fingerless gloves.

"COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOBB!"

"MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGE!"

The cougar jumped the Doberman's bones and was easily picked into his arms, Cobb's ears flicking wildly as he held the little woman close.

"Ohhhh Marge..."

"Ohhhhhh....Jacob...John...Holden..."

The snuggling pair almost blocked the doorway, but left enough room for the two youths to pass, under the gaze of the lion, the Doberman and the coyote watching them expectantly. Rory tucked on the hems of his black coat and hoped that he looked presentable, especially since his brother looked like he had stepped out of an Armani catalogue ad or something...perfectly aloof and mysterious, with the inconvenient indoor sunglasses.

"Wassup bro?" the lion addressed his brother.

"Hello, Justin," Rory cleared his throat. "How are you?"

"Not bad, not bad," the lion mumbled without looking at his brother.

"Well that's good..." Rory mused. "How was New York?"

"Pretty good," the lion replied. "Pretty good."

"...Ooohh uncle Victor, I got the most beautiful dress for your wedding!"

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"Sounds like Nestra had great fun too," Rory stated, trying a smirk.

The lion's ears barely flicked.

"I guess..."

"I'm glad you could make it for the wedding, and the party," Rory said. "Mom and Anderson are coming in tomorrow for the party, but father will only come for the wedding on Saturday..."

"Okay," the lion said.

"...look how pretty this is..."

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"...it sure is..."

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"Well...I didn't ask...where are you staying?"

"At Hotel Bonneville. Marge is paying."

"Heheh," Rory rumbled. "Seems that she's paying for everyone."

"...AND LOOK AT THIS!"

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The younger lion glanced at the bouncy little cougar showing off her lingerie to the attentive big Dobie, and snorted.

"She's not paying everything, though."

"AND LOOK AT YOU, CLYTEMNESTRA, DAAAAARLING!"

*

"Kom nu!"

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"Du är tokig!"

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"Come..."

"This is mad..."

Mason's footpaw hit a plastic bucket as he was showed into the musky darkness of the broom closet, soon to be followed by the sizeable lynx whom slipped into the tiny space with ease. Somehow, he also knew where to find the light switch, and when he pulled the door shut behind him, they were Illuminated by the bare bulb on the ceiling.

"It's just fun..." Haakon purred as he put his arms around the wolf, paws grasping on the base of the shaggy-furred male's bushy tail.

"We're so going to get caught," Mason mumbled, enjoying the attention of the lynx's paws and his hot breath on his face, going for his neck.

"Hmmmmph," the lynx sounded derisive as he nibbled on the wolf's fuzzy neck.

"Aahhh..." Mason grasped the lynx's back. "Ohhh..."

"Delicious," Haakon declared as he held his head up and kissed the wolf instead. "Prefer this to lunch..."

"You really are mad..." the wolf rumbled as he felt the lynx's eager paws on the fly of his pants.

"Just hungry...hmm..."

"Aahhh..."

The paw found its mark easily, past the belt, past the fly, and gripped the wolf firmly, eliciting another moan that Haakon silenced with a kiss, at the right time.

"Hush...need to be quiet..."

"Aahh..."

"Nice and thick..." Haakon taunted as he worked his paw over the wolf's length.

"Oh you tease..."

"I like thick sausages for lunch..." the lynx slurred.

His clothing only rustled when the lynx got onto his knees and eyed the bespectacled wolf with a definitely hungry glint in his own eyes...a look that soon fell lower...much lower...

"Oh, God..."

"Just Haakon..." the lynx rumbled, his tongue already hard at work playing with the blunt canine tip.

"AAhhh..." Mason gripped the lynx's shoulders and tried not to let his claws push out as he felt the heat spread along his shaft.

Haakon pulled all the way from the wolf's shaft and smacked his lips.

"Tasty and salty...hehe..."

"Oh please...more..."

The lynx complied easily, head bobbing up and down now as he played with the wolf expertly, one paw curling around his knotted base, the other groping on his rump generally, feeling Mason's tail flick against his wrist.

"Ohhh damn..."

Faster.

"Ohhhhhh Haakon..."

The slippery sounds were dirty as he pistoned in and out of the lynx's vacuuming muzzle, faster and faster...hotter...

"Aaahhhh damn..."

The wolf bit his lips. The lynx pushed his muzzle forward and swallowed, just as his nosepad bumped against his own fingers curled around the wolf.

"AAAHH -"

Mason pushed his own paw against his maw as he felt the multiple squeezes along his shaft, and it was too much. His body went rigid as he tensed and spent himself, barely staying upright as he shuddered, shook and trembled under the lynx's teasing.

"Mmmmm...I like my men like my coffee..." Haakon purred as he fluidly rose upright and embraced the wolf, not minding the slick meaty stick poking on his belly, "with some cream..."

They kissed.

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See you on Monday!