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ABO Alpha!Sid/Omega!Geno Instagram comments fic based on that old video of Geno trying to “fight” Paul [Pretend that everyone has individual accounts actually run by them, except Sid who refuses to have one]

Sidney Crosby worried a lot. But he worried the most about his omega, Evgeni Malkin. So, it is easy to imagine him stressing about the reaction of fans to that video of Geno. He would be afraid of Geno receiving backlash from fans both as an omega and his bondmate.

He needn't worry though:

[Caption] BizNasty Training with Geno @PP71Malkin

GiveThemTheBiz Hilarious

PPLover Go Pens! You’re the best Geno!

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PP71Malkin Post real fight now

BizNasty There was no real fight Geno, you called out the whole team and made it like 10 versus 1

PP71Malkin Real fight is best

PP29Fleury True Geno

Legend71 I can’t lie, this is cute as hell

SidGeno00 Honestly

EvgeniMalkinsWife Geno is always cute though

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PPLover Aww, where is Crosby though?

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Evgeni Malkin knew that he was homesick, but he thought that suffering through it was a part of achieving his NHL dream. Thankfully, Sergei Gonchar had a knack for seeing right through him and contacted his parents to get them to send the new player a Russian care package… that happened to make a lot of people around Zhenya feel better too.

As Zhenya was tearing apart the package sent from home, he grew both touched and excited. His family had shipped him so much stuff: ancient photos for him to frame in his room at Gonch’s, way too much candy to keep for himself on his diet, and, most importantly, some of his old clothes, which seemed less exciting than it was. He was thrilled to have not only jerseys from past teams, but also his favorite dresses. There was even the one that his older brother bought in the wrong size and then swore that he would grow into as he played professional hockey. Zhenya could see the vision now, but he wouldn’t be in the best shape for it until next season since he’d slimmed down. Regardless, he couldn’t wait any longer to put on his Sunday best for lunch with Sid and Army.

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Sid knew that he had a maybe not so small obsession with keeping his omega Geno pregnant. It’s just that ever since Geno said that he wanted to start having their own kids and to give Nikita, who was one by the end of the NHL 2016-2017 season, some adorable siblings, Sid was… to put it gently, horny… to put it accurately, on a secret lusty mission to sire an entire team of hockey players.

Furthermore, he abashedly relishes the chirps about his overt alpha behavior:

“Damn Sid, let the guy breathe; it’s not like G’s going anywhere anytime soon.”

“Ughh! Not again Cap, I miss my favorite forward. Let my man G play!”

“Sid, seriously, we haven’t seen Geno in days. He’s already pregnant again so let him out. Otherwise, we’re staging an elaborate escape.”

Of course, he missed playing with G and severely doubted the Pens’ ability to win a cup without him, but the picture of Geno surrounded by their brood that is constantly getting bigger and bigger pushes him through every bittersweet win, devastating loss, and frustrating tie. Sid happily chooses Geno, sitting on their couch, in their Pittsburgh home, with one kid suckling on a bursting tit while another lays on that lap perfect for head pats and scratches. As an alpha, he also prefers his omega thick with child rather than thin from checks into the boards.

By the end of the 2024-2025 season, they have seven children, including Nikita who is a fantastic big brother.

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Sid knew that Geno had woken up from their pregame nap/cuddle, but what the latter was laughing at eluded him. So, he kissed his way up from the middle of Geno’s back and turned G’s brilliant grin towards him for a kiss. His efforts awarded him a view of the omega’s new IPhone, courtesy of Jen from the media mafia termed so by Geno. He saw:

From Potash’sBiggestFan, “When you say you love me liar? You never, you only laugh or say I know Geno. Never admit like me Potash.”

From Geno’sBiggestFan, “You know that I love you Geno, even without me saying it out loud. Plus, you never say in front of Sid so you never actually admitted it.”

From Potash’sBiggestFan, “Stop it Potash, you know love have to be secret from Sid.”

From Geno’sBiggestFan, “But why?! The whole world should know how much I love your crooked nose and gangly limbs. And that busted knee, so sexy Geno.”

From Potash’sBiggestFan, “At least I have hair Potash.”

From Geno’sBiggestFan, “You’re such a bitch Evgeni Malkin.”

From Potash’sBiggestFan, “😭😭😭😭😭.” [Geno sent 5 crying emojis.]

“And,” Sid thought, “G thinks I have weird relationships with my friends.”

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Gonchar barely got out the question “What’s that?” before his wife and Zhenya bolted up the stairs to apparently get ready for lunch. Just when he was about to follow them too because he thought that everyone was already ready, the doorbell rang. Sidney and Colby had arrived.

After greetings were exchanged and Sidney ribbed about his overly cautious for a 20 year old, Colby’s words, driving, Ksenia descended the staircase and announced Zhenya’s entrance, which Gonchar had to admit deserved the spotlight. Zhenya was wearing a traditional house dress for male omegas in Russia that ended below the knees even on him. It was also white, form-fitting, and comfortable to wear due to the light fabrics.

The whole look caused a fond smile to take over Sergei’s face. Ksenia was still standing by the last step with a proud expression on her face. Army had actually taken a step back in shock before bringing himself forward too fast and nearly tripping. And Sid, well, Sid stopped breathing for a second. To be fair to Sid though, it is incredibly hard to keep calm when everything that you could ever really want (outside of hockey obviously) is presented to you in a singular gorgeous package.

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Sid did not expect Geno to shut down when he presented the other with lingerie.

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

“Whose is that Sidney?”

“What? Oh, I bought it for you. I thought that it would look really good on you.”

“Can’t wear Sid.”

“Hm, no, don’t worry, remember baby that I know all your measurements so it’ll definitely fit.”

“No, I can’t wear because not made for me, sexy clothes made for small omega women. I know you like me in your jersey and tight underwear but I can’t wear that Sidney. Sorry.”

“G, baby, don’t say sorry to me. You did nothing wrong, if you really don’t want to wear it, I won’t ask again, but I don’t think it's that. You’re sexy baby, so you can wear sexy clothes if you want. And you can’t honestly think that only certain people can wear certain things.”

“Well…”

“No, seriously, if, I don’t know, Ovechkin wore something like this, would you tell him that he could not?”

“Fine, no Sid, I don’t want see but I don’t say can’t wear.”

“Good, so… will you wear it for me then baby? Pretty please?”

“You lucky you cute Crosby, give me clothes.”

“Yes! Thank you, thank you!”

~ A few minutes later ~

Sid knew that the sentiment that hockey players are just big and dumb was utter bullshit, but he might actually be a genius for getting Geno to try on lingerie.

“Fuuuck, G. Come here baby.”

Geno stands between Sid’s legs while the younger’s on the edge of the king-size bed.

“You look like a dream G… a really sexy dream.”

“Hmph, you serious Sid? Not joke?”

“No way baby, c’mon and feel how serious I am about you.”

So, Geno did, they made love for way too long, and then were late to Pens’ morning skate.

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Geno was nesting after Pens’ morning skate for a few reasons. He thought that it would break his ‘no-goal’ streak. He wanted to center himself since he has been feeling disoriented on the ice. And Sid deserved to nap in one following his spectacular performance as of late. So, Geno took his pick of clothes from each player’s stall without worry, unlocked his and Sid’s cars to retrieve their belongings, and carried baskets on baskets of fruit to the storage room chosen for his impromptu nest.

After he texted Sid, he heard fifteen pairs of feet running up to the edge of the nest. Then, he saw Sid for obvious reasons, Letang, Ned, Jarry, Acciari, Glass, Lizotte, Tomasino, Bunting, Nieto, O’Connor, Rakell, Rust, Karlsson, and Pickering. The youngest in the gathering, Pickering at 20 years old, was actually vibrating in undisguised excitement.

Soon enough, the couple sat on the floor with Sid draped over Geno’s back. The captain claimed his place against the other’s nape as well. Lastly, G kept his legs spread so that each other player got to lay down and get scented through G’s wrists caressing their face. Some, read Letang and Bunting, tried to nip at the glands on the insides of Geno’s thighs, but were swiftly muzzled by one hand while G’s remaining finished the ritual. Sid and Pickering were also hand-fed by the team’s omega as head alpha and runt, respectively.

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One day early in the regular season, Sid and Geno let Coach Mike finish his morning spiel before starting their announcement.

Sid begins, “Okay, so G and I have decided to separate...”

Bunting interrupts, “No! You guys can’t break up! It’ll destroy the team, and what about the baby?!”

Geno asks what everyone is thinking, “What baby? Nikita?”

Bunts continues, “What?! No, not Nikita, that kid is as solid as a rock, I’m talking about Pickering. He’ll be crushed if you guys separate.”

Pickering chimes in, “No, I won’t dude, that’s you.” Although no one believes him since he is tearing up so much that Geno has to move from out behind Sid to bring the youngest in for a side hug on the bench. Everyone waits for the agitated player to bury himself into Geno’s neck and practically inhale the omega’s scent blend of almond milk, maple syrup, and oak wood. Then, and only then, does Sid finish what he was going to say.

“Guys, we’ve decided to separate the current defense pairings for maybe a game or two, that’s it.”

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Sid was well-aware that Geno was not his omega, but that didn't stop him from doing dumb things, such as glaring at other alphas staring at Geno, worrying about Geno looking back, and following the curious omega around town.

And Sid visiting Geno in Miami way too many times a year to be friendly certainly didn’t discourage the alpha’s security act. In fact, he unfortunately discovered an additional purpose to keep close tabs on Geno. G apparently had wandering feet, which meant that he’d wind up somewhere random but harmless on a lucky day then heart attack triggering on an unlucky day. He was never barred access anywhere either because of his pleasant demeanor and alluring face.

Sid’s top 3 memories of Geno’s good days included getting up close and personal to a track meant for F1 racing with G since the omega had been invited to hang with a pit crew (he was supposed to be grocery shopping for their barbecue), coaxing Geno out of the back of a Mexican food truck with the promise of a nice candle lit dinner courtesy of Sid’s egregiously large wallet, and learning that he had a better chance than he thought at wooing the superstitious Russian when a fortune teller whom G stumbled upon told them that their high level of compatibility was incredibly rare, one-in-a-billion. She had even elaborated that sex would be insane, the orgasms mind-shattering.

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Sid and Geno were working on faceoffs on camera, partly because of Sully’s daily nagging and partly the rumor for some reason still circulating that G was bad at them. G guessed that him showing Sid up was easier than explaining strategic losing for a surprise offense.

Unluckily for Pens’ media mafia, Geno was growing bored and into the mood to tease since he hadn’t gotten his morning dose of Sid’s attention with early practice. So, he permitted Sid to get into his professional hunch prior to shouting at his alpha just a tad softer than the whistle, “Fuck thighs in locker room now.”

Sid won the faceoff, and everything got reset, but Geno knew that Sid had definitely heard him with the heated glances being thrown his way from then on. The horny captain who additionally didn’t get his fix of Geno that morning lasted a couple more faceoffs with explicit commands (“Let me sit on face Sid; Give me stick to choke on; Touch me please alpha”) being directed towards him before dragging G off.

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Geno didn’t make too big of a deal over the fact that he was the only omega on the Pittsburgh Penguins.

Furthermore, his scent was heavily suppressed and heats carefully scheduled for breaks in between Pens games. Nothing ever leaked out of the den he shared with his alpha Sidney.

Until one day, Geno got knocked around so much that his scent suppression patches fell off. What would have been huge wafts of maple syrup were overpowered by the smell of acrid lemon and sweat, but it was glaringly clear that an experienced and unbound omega was skating with a bunch of under-suppressed knotheads. Sid had to be held back by Rust on the bench from being penalized for too many men on the ice, while Bunting launched himself at an alternate on the opposing team to give G his chance to skate off.

From then on, Geno was strapped with an omega scent neutralizing shot, which Sid despised but would not deprive G of, and requested visible love bites (on the sides and back of the neck, under the chin, kinda on the lips, on the nose, and behind the ears) from his alpha until the next Russian mating season for a bond.

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Someone, probably media’s Jen, maybe Tanger or Flower, had handed Sid a translated transcript of KHL’s Evgeni Malkin’s news interview. The older man was a retiring hockey superstar and, as far as Sid knows, the only omega to ever make the NHL consider breaking their ‘no omegas allowed’ rule.

Whoever gave Sid the piece obviously did not want to remind him about the partnership/rivalry that never was though, they wanted him to consider its contents.

Interviewer: “So, Mr. Malkin, I hear that your family is thinking about moving to the United States in the aftermath of your grand retirement. Is there any truth to the rumor?”

Evgeni Malkin: “Yes, my ex-wife got a new job there, so my son and I are moving with her to Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania actually. It’s funny, we moved before for my career, and now hers. Nikita is excited to see even more NHL games, as am I.”

Interviewer: “NHL hockey is incredible! Who is your son’s favorite player, if you don’t mind me asking Mr. Malkin?”

Evgeni Malkin: “Ha! OUR favorite player has to be #87 Sidney Crosby. He’s crazy with the puck, humble for someone so talented, and the most handsome captain in the entire league. Ability, personality, face, he’s got it all!”

Interviewer: “Wow, that is high praise, especially from you Mr. Malkin. When you and your family are in Pennsylvania, do you plan to try to meet Mr. Crosby at any point?”

Evgeni Malkin: “Hm, I have no plans, but if I come across the opportunity to chirp and, more importantly, flirt with the best hockey player of this century, I’m taking it. I’m no longer a spring chicken of an omega, but I think that I can still appreciate alphas at my advanced age. What do you think, Dimitri?”

Interviewer: “Well, as an alpha, I would be flattered if you just gave me the time of the day Mr. Malkin sir.”

Evgeni Malkin: “Hehe, sir is too cute, and thank you, flattery will get you everywhere with me. Now, let’s proceed with the interview. My son watches these, and I don’t want to embarrass him too much.”

Interviewer: “Ah! Yes, let’s. Now, throughout your career…”

Sid finished reading, and then rereading, the interview before taking a chance and calling his manager to get in touch with Malkin’s. The alpha wanted to offer as many tickets as the omega needed for all Pens’ games that upcoming season, as well as an invitation to stay after a game for late dinner.

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~ Ding dong

Alpha Sidney Crosby slowly rose from the heat nest that he rested in with his omega Evgeni Malkin who wore a mere pair of gray boxers pushed down to the tops of his bruise covered thighs. The latter had reached the final stretch of his heat, so Sid made his way over to their home entrance with just shorts on for an expected delivery of calorie loaded takeout.

With his nose still pleasantly occupied with G’s estrus pheromones, the sleepyhead failed to sense that a formerly dormant threat, not takeout, lurked on the other side of the door.

Then, as soon as he opened the singular door, his brain signaled to him danger, danger red alert and his athletic body went into fight mode. Geno’s current and ex alphas were growling at the entrance when he brought himself to log-roll out of bed, shield his backside, and check in on Sid’s tardiness. So, he leapt between the two and ended up facing Sid so that the younger man could keep one eye on Anna and the other on G.

“Woah, Sidney, Sidney, Sidney. What’s wrong? It’s only Anna. Not threat, remember?”

“Argh, G! If she’s not a threat, then why is she here when you’re in heat? She should know better!”

“Maybe she not know?” Geno was quite aware that Anna knew from the moment that she stepped on the property, but played naive to probe Sid’s curiosity and get answers.

“Hmmm, fine.” Sid got Geno behind him, and playing with the hair strands at his nape, preparatory to questioning Anna. “Why are you here?”

“I’m here to speak to Zhenya, alone.”

“Anything you say to me, you can say to Sid.”

Anna’s expression darkened. “Женя, я серьезно, мне нужно тебя кое о чем спросить, наедине.” (“Zhenya, I'm serious, I need to ask you about something, in private.”)

“Okay, okay, but call me from car. We need talk on phone because Sid’s not leaving.”

While Geno straddled Sid on their couch and the couple reacquainted themselves with each other’s bodies, the ex-spouses rapidly conversed.

“Хорошо, Анна, что случилось?” (“Alright Anna, what’s wrong?”)

“Все в порядке, но я хочу родить еще одного ребенка.” (“Nothing’s wrong, but I want to have another baby.”)

“Ладно, поздравляю? Я не знала, что ты с кем-то встречаешься.” (“Okay, congratulations? I didn’t know that you were dating anyone.”)

“Я нет. Я хочу, чтобы у тебя была еще одна моя, Женя.” (“I’m not. I want you to have another one of mine Zhenya.”)

“Может ты забыла Анну, но я теперь с Сидни. И мы очень счастливы.” (“Maybe you’ve forgotten Anna, but I’m with Sidney now. And we are very happy.”)

“Да, да, он животное, и ты его любишь, но это не меняет того факта, что у нас родился прекрасный ребенок, и теперь я хочу еще одного. Я бы предпочла сделать это традиционным способом, но мы можем попробовать in vitro для тебя и твоего альфа.” (“Yeah, yeah, he’s an animal and you love it, but that doesn’t change the fact that we made a beautiful baby and I want another now. I would prefer to do it the traditional way, but we can try in vitro for you and your alpha.”)

“Анна. Я говорю нет. Послушай меня, нет. И откуда это вообще взялось?” (“Anna. I’m saying no. Listen to me, no. And, where is this even coming from?”)

“Хррумф, нигде! Ничего! Просто, ха, этот омега на работе пригласил меня на свидание, и он милый, как ты БЫЛА, но он не такой, как мы, Женя, он слишком милый. Я хочу еще детей, но боюсь воспользоваться им.” (“Harrumph, nowhere! It’s nothing! It’s just, ha, this omega at work asked me out and he’s cute like you WERE, but he’s not like us Zhenya, he’s way too nice. I want more kids, but I’m afraid of taking advantage of him.”)

“Во-первых, я самый милый и славный.” (“First of all, I’m the cutest and the nicest.”) Geno continued.

“Right Sid?” The alpha ignorantly agreed into G’s chest.

“Во-вторых, вы не узнаете, легко ли им манипулировать, пока не узнаете его поближе. Я имею в виду, что вы думали, что Сид был полным слабаком на первый взгляд, но вы видели, что он делает только большую часть того, о чем я его прошу.” (“Secondly, you won’t know if he’s easy to manipulate until you actually get to know him. I mean, you thought Sid was a complete pushover upon first impression, but you’ve seen that he only does most of what I ask him to do.”)

Anna stayed silent.

“И последнее, даже если он влюблен в тебя, позволь ему быть Анной. Вероятно, ты ему просто очень нравишься, так что наслаждайся этим, потому что ты этого заслуживаешь. Хорошо?” (“And lastly, even if he’s sweet on you, let him be Anna. He probably just likes you a lot, so enjoy it because you deserve it. Okay?”)

Anna exhaled with gusto. “Хорошо, Женя.” (“Okay Zhenya.”)

“Хорошо! Теперь я навещу ТЕБЯ через несколько дней, не приходи больше в ближайшее время.” (“Good! Now, I’ll visit YOU in a few days, don’t come over again anytime soon.”)

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Evgeni Malkin was essentially an omega for hire flown over from Miami to be the new Pittsburgh Penguins captain’s rut partner. And Sidney had read the stellar reviews, inspected every page of Omega Malkin’s perfect profile, and even got to sit in on the older man’s charming interview, but nothing could have prepared him for the absolute temptation that was Zhenya.

Day 0

There was a game plan for Omega Malkin’s final touchdown, with guards, a discrete but fancy form of transport to the rink, and a lengthy but thorough contract discussion.

Day 1

It was too bad that Zhenya had alternative plans. He took his own private jet, drove his own sports car that was moved out, and confronted Sid in the Pens’ locker room early on a day of practice. In front of Sid, he extended his hand for a shake and said…

“I’m Zhenya, omega. I help you with rut alpha Sidney Crosby, but I have rules. No bond, no other omegas, and never ask about heat. Not your business. Yes?”

Sid, under the impression that he wouldn’t be meeting Omega Malkin or Zhenya til they jumped through every single legality hoop, could just vigorously nod.

“No alpha, speak. Yes? Or no?”

“Uh, yes? Oh no, I mean, yes!”

“Good alpha! Now, I go sign contract, but first…”

Zhenya traced the contours of Sid’s face before engaging him in a passionate kiss. Sid barely refrained from acquainting himself with Zhenya’s body, especially his, ahem, lower back.

The omega broke away first. “Hm, hehe, bye Sidney. I see you soon alpha.”

“Ah, bye Zhenya.” The younger man watched the other walk off adoringly.

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Sid felt quite bad about calling management immediately after meeting Zhenya, but the third clause of their verbal agreement didn’t sit right. It irked him to think about the omega with anyone else, let alone during his heat when he’s probably even more feisty and sweet like he was just yesterday. Also, the new captain thought, his representatives could claim health and safety concerns in lieu of exposing Sid’s possessiveness. He sincerely hoped that Zhenya would accept the revised contract.

“Hmmm… fine. Not first time alpha ask for no one else, but is first time I not quit. But, for Sid, okay. Anyways, too many alphas not know how to take care.” Zhenya looked around the room pointedly then signed on the dotted line.

“Tell Sid that I see him on weekend at MY hotel.”

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Ever since he and his gorgeous boyfriend Geno got together, Sid’s life has only improved, at least for the most part. It’s just that the omega giggled so much during sex that anytime he laughed like that outside, Sid got a sizable boner. They could be in a store, at practice, or in the middle of a literal interview. It didn’t matter to little Sid apparently.

To be fair though, it really was a cute and compelling laugh. And, Geno would throw his head back more often than not too, exposing the thick, pale neck which already aroused Sid without any help. Not to mention, G’s face of joy reminded the alpha of all the times that expression morphed into one of pleasure and Sid swore that he could feel phantom hands scratching up his back and forearms.

Even the very first time Geno giggled during sex, Sid could merely join along because it was so obviously done out of happiness rather than malice. Furthermore, when the younger man fumbled with the extra bottled lube, G didn’t even glance down. He just kept audibly admiring the minute changes of his alpha’s features as well as gazing into his sharply shaped eyes to convey how pleased he was with their face-to-face mating position.

Geno didn’t see a problem; after all, his boyfriend found him sexy even when he was being goofy and they could just have more sex in exciting places, so Sid eventually gave in and they lived happily ever after.

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Sidney Crosby went by the moniker Cruiser on the porn site AllTheseAlphas, and could rip his own hair out at this point in his online career. He swore that his dick was defective. Sid couldn’t cum, or even get hard, without picturing the infuriating omega Milky aka Evgeni Malkin over on OhMyOmegas.

Kris Letang, otherwise known as Tugs, didn’t get it. He found the tall omega astutely funny and amicable to pretty much anything during filming. Sid seemed to be wrongly on the offense, but, the less seasoned in the porn industry of the two claimed, Tanger wasn’t there the first time that they met at a convention.

Apparently, Malkin had largely ignored Sid when being introduced through colleague alpha Ovechkin, who was also referred to as Octopus, and refused his rookie video on CD despite the custom of exchanging debuts. [He rubbed at least one out every night, without fail, to Milky’s exceptional premiere though. Malkin was alone, on one of those horrendous porn couches that need continuous bleachings, and fake whimpering over the knotting dildo in his left hand. The setup was obviously supposed to be that the omega, tall and exceptionally lanky back then, had never taken a knot before, but his drenched hole was too nicely stretched and his hip movements too practiced for Sid to buy that shit. It didn’t matter, naturally. Malkin looked and sounded, when he actually moaned, irresistible.] Sid was pretty pissed after that interaction, but what really put the omega on his metaphorical list was when Malkin stormed away from Sid’s demonstration of aftercare for both dominants and submissives within the dynamics of alpha, beta, and omega.

On the flip side of the reciprocated antagonism, Geno had overheard gossip that since Crosby only did videos with petite omegas, he had to dislike, at best, or be disgusted by, at worst, larger omegas like Zhenya. So, he was quite cordial according to how he was raised, but refrained from taking the offered disk. [Geno already had a copy anyway. He angrily watched it all the time because, while Crosby brought out the absolute worst in him by just existing, he had to admit that the alpha was HOT, especially when Cruiser fucked an issued pocket pussy, which was enveloped completely in his giant right hand, while dirty talking straight into the camera lens.] Then, there was the alpha’s presentation! It only featured the very same omegas in his videos. How narrow-minded!

Regardless, Sid was losing control of his mind, on top of his cock. Moreover, his company had told him that he better agree to the deal for a project with Milky in the upcoming collaboration between the aforementioned sites, or he would be essentially irrelevant on the Internet for as long as a year. Fuck! He wondered how the hell that they got Milky to agree too.

In reality, Geno said yes since he thought that there was no way that Crosby would ever agree.

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Hörnqvist, nicknamed Horny, made extra sure that no one else had the habit/superstition that he would be adopting: being the last one to let go of Geno after a goal. It was, all in all, a small thing, but the center had become a good luck charm for Horny over their time together.

His unspoken rules were that he had to be the very last person to touch G following a goal of his when they were both on the ice, and that the only times he could not be were when Geno skated off of the ice immediately. It was nothing really…

Except, at some game that Horny barely remembers now, when Sid noticed that Horny, another alpha, tucked himself under Sid’s omega’s arm for a couple of seconds longer than normal. It got the captain thinking.

It got him thinking about how Nealsy once asked him what Geno’s ideal type was, blond or brunette, in all seriousness, the numerous exclamations he garnered when he first took G’s hand in the locker room, and the scrappy fight he got into with Tanger when the latter laid his head to rest unknowingly on Sid’s omega’s voluptuous thighs. The alpha captain contemplated, did they really not appear together just because he refused to mess with his and G’s hockey routines established long before they got together.

“So Horny, you might not know this somehow, but G and I, well, we’re together, not bonded yet, but, you know, we’re definitely together. As a result, we like you a lot, you know, but there still has to be a line, and a real solid one too. Ha. Essentially, back off a little bit.”

Horny was incredibly bewildered, but backed off. However, to Sid’s great dismay, so did Geno that day.

Until he caught him fresh out of the showers…

“G. Baby, what’d I do now?”

“Hm. Nothing. I get over.”

“Uh, get over what?”

“Horny. I get over Horny.”

“I’m sorry, but what the fuck does that mean Geno? What the hell does Horny have to do with you being mad at me?”

“I say I’m not mad. I get over it Sid.”

“But G, we’re going in circles here, what did Horny say or do to you?”

“Nothing! Horny do nothing! You do! You talk to him and then he become weird with me, like too careful. It’s like he’s not my winger anymore.”

“Oh G, baby, I’m sorry about that. I’ve really messed this up. It’s just that Horny kept touching you, so, ha, I think that I overreacted. I’ll fix this G baby, I swear.”

“Hmm, okay. I think I understand, so now you follow me back into showers. Yes?”

“Hell yes!”

They didn’t get to talk with Horny til Sid gave Geno an apology blowjob with the alpha’s digits teasing G’s rapidly slickening asshole, and the omega tightening his thighs twice then thrice more around Sid’s knot that formed whilst he was pleasuring his Geno.

Everything worked out, then the staff heads took Horny away from G, so his captain kept his mind occupied.

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As Geno was 4 months pregnant, he did not move that fast anymore, but he planned accordingly and arrived at the locker room an hour before Sid despite them waking up around the same time. He could then leisurely redecorate the space like he’s been thinking about for a week with posters of himself both old and new, Polaroids featuring those in the current lineup saddled up beside him, and, most importantly, a collage for Sid’s stall made of cute, demure selfies and risqué photos. Sid loved it.

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Perhaps it was cliche to think so, but Sid did that Geno looked like an angel, an effervescent being that blushed as beautifully as he skated. He couldn’t figure out what he admired more either: Geno’s face or his body. There was G’s smile that Sid pretty much considered to be worth a million dollars, those lips which ended up in a deliciously huge pout too often for Sid’s good, and the combination of doe eyes and bushy eyebrows that made Sid desperate to see how G expressed every emotion imaginable. But then, there was Geno’s insane body both in and out of the dress… which Sid should not be thinking about in front of G’s pseudo parents right then.

Anyhoo…

Geno greeted Sid and Army as the guests first. “Hey guys! Are you ready to eat? I’m so hungry!”

Army gathered himself before Sid could. “Uh, hey G! Yeah, (cough) I’m ready, Sid?”

The young captain wishfully thought, “I’m ready to spend the rest of my life worshipping you Geno,” but just said “Yes.”

So, they sat down to eat after without too much fuss. Army and Sid briefly wrestled over who got to sit next to Geno while the omega distractedly spoke with Ksenia about purchasing matching Pittsburgh Penguins dresses, but then the older realized that he was essentially duking it out with a baby alpha and gracefully bowed away from the battle. It obviously wasn’t Sid’s first crush, however Army had never seen such amorous affection on the younger’s face at parties or clubs. Army thought that “Sidney may very well be falling for Geno. The other guys are going to love this!”

Gonch watched on amusedly.

Suddenly, Sid asked Geno, “Soo G, you’re coming to family skate tomorrow, right?” He then continued with, “I kinda figured that you were going with Gonch, but I could pick you up instead, I mean, if you want.”

Geno brightly replied, “Yes! I go with Sid! And Army too?”

“Aw G, thanks for thinking of me, but Sid didn’t invite me and I don’t think that he intends too. Right, Sidney?”

“Yeah! Ah, I mean, Geno. I actually wanted it to be just us, if that’s okay, like a date, well, not like a date, I want a date, no, I mean that I want to date you, if that’s okay, still.”

“Uhh Sid?”

“Yeah?”

“My answer same. Still yes, to date!”

“Awesome.”

The next day at the family skate was a little more chaotic than usual with more teammates seeing Geno in a dress, not the one from yesterday but equally nice in blue. Even stoic Staal couldn't help trailing after G when Sid was too busy with the media to intimidatingly bare his teeth. By the end of the event though, the new couple was comfortably flirting. Sid even confidently wrapped his arms around Geno’s waist for a photo that would definitely be in the papers soon.

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Everyone hoped that Dupuis won the bet about the Capitals game. No one held a slight against Malkin, it was just that the taller man had the legs for a miniskirt while Dupuis did not. Thankfully, Dupuis did win and Geno was sentenced to wearing the miniskirt modeled after a typical cheerleader’s but in yellow and black to practice. Everyone, sans the coaches because they’re not incorrigible perverts, used their sticks to lift up the skirt whenever G skated by. A few players also stuck the bottom halves of the sticks between Geno’s legs suggestively while checking him into the boards. Sid was the worst though. Anyone who didn’t know him would have thought that Sid was Danny Zuko from Grease or Troy Bolton from the High School Musicals. The captain kept touching G proprietarily and chatting him up against the glass. With that movie jock lean move in action, Sid appeared a bit ridiculous, but Geno certainly enjoyed the gesture. His continuous giggles energized everyone throughout practice. Zhenya also promised himself that he would wear another skirt, shorter and in red, for his Sid in private.

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When Sid entered the strip club with Ovechkin and Brad Marchand of all people, he knew what was going to happen but didn’t care. He needed to see G.

A cluster of omegan strippers were walking by the entrance and spotted the pack of hockey alphas.

They chorused flirtatiously, “Hiii Sid!” Then, Sid found his omega stripping on top of a mini table in the main sitting room. So, he waved back distractedly in greeting while heading over to G. And his companions followed him though he paid them absolutely no mind.

Additionally, to the surprise of Ovechkin and Marchand, even more gorgeous omegan strippers welcomed the Penguins captain. Some even went out of their way to stop dancing and beckon Sid with their tops, booty shorts, skirts, underwear, and thematic accessories.

“Hi Sid!”

“Heyyy Sid, why don’t you come over here honey?”

“Ohh Sidney!”

“Sid, Sid! It’s been too long baby!”

Unfortunately for his admirers, Sid was on a mission. He needed to see Geno after the regular season ended.

Once he landed on a chair, flanked by the other captains, Sid gazed upon a vision in black and yellow. Geno, also known as Zhenya, donned a teeny tiny half-black half-yellow vest and a black jockstrap, and was lazily twirling around a metal pole that went to the roof of the building. He seemed to be testing the structure’s sturdiness as well as stretching. Next, as Sid heatedly traced G’s form with his eyes, Zhenya did a final revolution to begin his routine. He started to sway, gyrate, and do body rolls to some club music that Sid had to admit to not hearing. After G’s sensual start, he shimmied slightly back from the pole to get a little momentum for jumping into a pike hold. Sid knew the whole routine by heart, succeeding the pike hold was the seahorse and yogini then the elbow grip Gemini split and finally the Russian layback, and he knew when the love of his life spotted him. The older man stopped making eye contact with strangers for fleeting seconds and just kept his gaze downturned, since he still possessed that adorable modicum of shyness around Sid.

Then, when the dance was considered over, Geno motioned for his alpha to help him down from his little platform and considerately sat on the Pens’ captain’s lap. The younger man wanted his omega to rest his entire weight on him without care, but forewent arguing the thoughtfulness to instead possessively caress and make out with Geno.

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There was no privacy at camp, and Sidney was a patient man, at least according to himself and most of his peers, but this was too much for even him. Not to mention, Geno used every opportunity presented to tease his captain regardless of the company. Sid would say that G was in heat again, but the timing’s way off so his omega’s just an exhibitionist. They couldn’t even share a room! Everyone was afforded a solo dormitory starting from last training camp after the 2009 Stanley Cup win.

Also, if it wasn’t a job or exercise occupying either, or both, of their attention spans, it was another player showing off their new car or kid. So, Sid resorted to drastic measures when they found a moment alone. He didn’t care that they were in neither of their rooms; he just locked the door shut. And it didn’t matter if they had a whole hour to themselves or fifteen minutes. Sid sent a team wide text threatening additional drills after practice if anyone came looking for them. It was less than subtle, but whatever, Sid finally had Geno exactly where he wanted him, being carried in his alpha’s arms while they leaned against a solid oak door and his muscular arms wrapped around Sid’s head. They were kissing ferociously, and barely pulling away to breathe. Geno’s whines grew pitchy and both of their groans got guttural. Sid only just inched his omega’s cargo shorts down enough to get access to his tight hole. After Sid slid in, it was like a pheromone bomb went off. Moreover, the door seemed to be caught on its hinges.

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Day 5

Sid was dropped off at the nicest hotel that he thinks he’ll ever stay at after a preseason game. They won, but he hadn’t felt that bone-deep satisfaction typical off the back of a success, or hard-fought competition. Sid was antsy.

Look, Sid tried to self-soothe, it’s not like he was playing his hockey in front of a scout again, he didn’t have anything to prove; in fact, Zhenya, the omega supposed to help him through his rut well enough to play timely, had to actually be the one to demonstrate his prowess. Though, honestly, Sid had little doubt that Zhenya wasn’t as mind-blowing as he boasted he was.

When Sid arrived at the top floor by elevator, the giant penthouse doors were already open. Thus, he followed a refreshing scent into the master bedroom. At the far end of the luxurious space, Zhenya stood primping in, oddly enough, a mere pair of gray sweatpants. His back was to Sid, so their contradictory yet compatible gazes met in the mirror first. The alpha stared not unlike a predator needing to gnaw on something soon, while the omega observed like prey hoping that its death was an incredibly satisfying one. Next, Zhenya softly spoke.

“On the bed, Alpha Sidney. Wait for me.”

Sid unwittingly sat on the edge of the king bed. Thankfully, Zhenya just grinned widely at his behavior.

“No alpha. Sit by the top. Near the headboard.”

After a small bout of silliness on Sid’s part, Zhenya joined the young captain on the firm mattress by playfully hopping on then straddling the alpha who was in a cross-legged position. Once delightfully settled over the elite athlete’s arousal, the older man told him the game plan for his upcoming rut.

“Okay alpha, too many of you alphas think that during rut, you need, like, control and to be very aggressive, but that’s not true. That’s, what’s word, misconception, yeah mis- whatever! Anyways, a lot of you like to be rough, and that’s okay, but you NEED to be of service. So, Alpha Sidney Crosby, you will service me until tomorrow morning.”

“But, what if the rut doesn’t end tomorrow?”

“Shh, it will alpha. Stop worrying and come closer.”

Zhenya led Sid into a French kiss before lying backwards for the alpha to gently pull his sweatpants off him and leaving him gloriously naked. Then, the confident omega began stripping Sid teasingly with pinches and tugs, which aroused both of them.

With Sid’s underwear left to remove, Zhenya commanded with his legs open…

“Now, eat me alpha.”

Sid got to work… and sort of blacked out. The experience was just so satisfying and the omega had Sid whipped so fast that the universe seemed to crack and shift into place at once; the alpha knew that he had found his mate, so all that was left to do was convince Zhenya of the very same.

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Geno knew that Sid thought he was slick. However, like an old man, the alpha had all of his phone conversations on speaker, so G overheard his plans for their Father’s Day date night. To be fair though, he wasn’t exactly doing his best impression of 007 James Bond while unhappily groaning at his 6:00 am alarm. Regardless, the omega hushed Sid when he startled as Geno got up from his rightful place as Sid’s sexy blanket and made his trek to their kids’ bedrooms to get ready and gather them for breakfast. Chaotically, Geno and his brood whipped up some pancakes with an uneven distribution of chocolate chips, his signature scrambled eggs as well as a couple of sunny side ones for toasted slices of sourdough bread, chopped fruit except for the grapes and strawberries which also had bowls of melted dark, milk, and white chocolates prepared, and even a warm platter of Sid’s favorite store-bought pastries. The kids went from climbing G to dog-piling on the alpha, excluding Nikita who sat in the omega’s lap primly after gifting Sid a peck on the cheek, when they entered the master bedroom for his breakfast-in-bed surprise, but Sid was overjoyed and had already cleaned up so he could savor Geno’s morning celebratory smooch.

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No matter what G lamented, Sid did trust their medical team and Geno’s obstetrician about the older man’s first pregnancy. He was just making sure that his omega was protected while doing whatever he wanted and still could do. So, the alpha refrained from both initiating and committing to their rougher sex acts. In exchange though, Sid did not hold back his desires to grope G’s tits for milk and get his partner off by griping/bouncing/pinching/tugging whilst flicking his better half’s plump clit.

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Geno could admit that he was a bit of a resentful person, but he truly had only two real gripes with life: not being selected second in the NHL 2004 draft just because he was an omega, and people assuming that there’s something going on between him and Ovi since they work well together, even called them the Russian Power Play Couple. Admittedly, they looked real cute as a team in their Caps jerseys at that one All Stars game with that comedic routine. However, Geno was NOT interested. In fact, he was Ovechkin’s best wingman on their numerous nights out. Moreover, the tall Russian omega has flirted, in his own special way of taunting and chirping through news outlets, with Sid the Kid. Checking during the game wasn’t his style, Geno’d rather impress and critique Crosby’s hockey.

Sid didn’t hate the Capitals. Like any other Penguin, he simply didn’t like them while hating the Flyers; it was just that Ovechkin in the young captain’s eyes lacked the appropriate amount of appreciation for his pretty centerman. Sure, Malkin teased Sid ruthlessly, but the slightly older player’s dynamic view of the game and his arrogant charm had bewitched the Canadian alpha.

If only, Sid thought, he could have Washington Capitals’ #71 Evgeni Malkin in his colors of black and yellow, and maybe, read definitely, his personal jersey. Evgeni Crosby had a ring to it.

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Sergei Gonchar had figured Zhenya getting homesick and it affecting his play was going to happen sooner or later. If it wasn’t going to be the language barrier that tripped him up, it had to be the cultural differences. Huge omega forwards weren’t common in the NHL, and they definitely weren’t ever centers. Beyond the leers and begrudging passes during play, the seasoned alpha players weren’t respectful of Zhenya’s earned position and were terrible examples to rookies just coming into the league.

Not to mention, the reactions to Zhenya in dresses were downright despicable.

“Finally! Hey guys, look, Malkin’s going to drop the gloves and make us a pie.”

“C’mon omega, present! You knew that this would happen when you came looking like that.”

“Alright Malkin, I’ll fuck you. Stop pouting bitch, and just grab the paper bag for your head.”

“Look guys, we have everyone at practice today, so you know what that means Geno. Get down on all fours. Let’s get that pretty dress a little dirty, huh?”

It wasn’t until Zhenya was officially not being forced back to the KHL, and his second biggest defender alternate Sidney Crosby presented as an unparalleled alpha, that the omega got to fight his worst agitator to silence the crude taunts and become the first star of a crucial game.

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Bunting was complaining on the way to PPG Arena. “Hey G, I don’t know how many people are going to watch this Penguins video if we don’t get Crosby.”

“No problem, okay, we have Letang, Rusty, Rakell, and even Mike Sullivan. We no need talk to Sidney Crosby.”

Bunting smacked his gum a few times. “Hm, I guess, but I also know that you are more interested in Crosby than you let on. I mean, you’ve even bid on a couple of his jerseys if my memory serves me right.”

“Hush you, let’s just do interviews and TikToks then leave.”

“Alright, alright.”

Unfortunately for Zhenya’s ‘cool guy’ reputation, Sid ended up being a huge fan and tagging along through the entire filming, which made him way too obviously happy. He even got a sound bite from the private captain to use in the video as long as he met Sid for coffee the next free day he had.

“So Crosby, how you feel about training camp and upcoming season? And, do you have a TMI for the viewers?”

“Well, training camp’s been hard but it’s necessary, especially for team synergy, so I feel pretty good about that and the upcoming season. Like Sully says, pressure makes diamonds. Some of the new guys can do some pretty dynamic stuff out there too. For that TMI, hmm, well, I mean, I’m still single.”

“Aww, that’s not good answer.”

“Hehe, okay okay, how about this? I’m still single and, despite what everyone says, my type isn’t short, beautiful, and Canadian. I’m actually really into tall and sexy Russians with a lot of followers.”

“Ha, pretty vain Crosby.”

“Eh, I like what I like.”

A pink Geno cut the recording. “Just use first part.”

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“Sid, c‘mon, help me set up! You say that you do.”

“I know what I said G, but seriously, who even told you about these old challenges?”

“Nobody. I search for online, because we always watch movie for home date. I want to try something new Sid.”

“Alright, alright G, what’s first baby?”

“Let’s do the makeup one first, then the chapsticks, then guess the body.”

“Okay… do you want to do my makeup first then?”

“Yes, sit down.”

Sid looked good…? Maybe it was just his features pulling it off, or G blended everything together well despite not nailing the techniques. Probably both. Meanwhile, Geno also looked good…? Though for different reasons. The alpha nailed the sharp techniques without a clear picture in mind, so the omega’s soft facial aspects certainly unified the whole shebang.

Essentially, neither of them was that into it, which made sense considering they barely stood light makeup work for TV, but Geno enjoyed having plump, dark red lips to smooch Sid’s blushing face all over with at the very end.

Later, they cleaned up together prior to continuing on to the guess the chapstick flavor (maple, blueberry, strawberry, coconut, and green apple) challenge. Nevertheless, it was a mess. The pair constantly got sidetracked with all the making out and the omega figured that he shouldn’t have maple chapstick on his neck and behind his adorably sensitive ears though he wasn’t complaining.

Soon enough, after cleaning up together again,…

“Fuck G, the water bill, ha!”

“It’s okay, just keep fucking my mouth Sid.”

…the alpha set his swaddled Geno gently down on the bed to finish off the night with the last challenge, guess the body part blindfolded.

Unexpectedly, or maybe not, Sid was the one that took it too far, aka made it dirty. Seeing G in the black blindfold got him going and then on his turn he put G’s outstretched pointer finger on the tip of his incredibly hard dick. It naturally snowballed from there. Geno got aroused because Sid was then the night of challenges ended happily.

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No matter how much Sid tried, he couldn’t beat Geno in the romance department.

Most people around them originally thought that since both men were low maintenance outside of hockey, there wouldn’t be much romantic gestures between them excluding the alpha’s efforts on anniversaries and holidays. However, G was actually a hopeless romantic and the omega’s spontaneity extended to nearly all areas of intimacy.

So, Sid continued to put his very best foot forward romance-wise while relishing in G’s mostly wholesome, little dirty, handwritten love dovey letters, the occasional Russian serenade that the captain delights in learning about later, both practical (supplies for grill cleaning) and indulgent (imported chocolates) gifts, and interesting, impromptu dates that somehow manage to never interfere with his busy schedules.

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Sid hated that he was familiar with that damn feeling, the feeling that he could not physically be there for his team on the ice even though he was fine. And he knew what the doctor and the trainers were saying, that a concussion was a physical injury and so he should still be barred from playing, but, Sid thought, he could play. He just had to stop all the time because his head wouldn’t listen to his heart and stop fucking hurting. Sid had to constantly be stuck in that stupid dark room without anything to distract him, even his G. G, who, out of everyone on the team, needed to be practicing and training in the absence of his captain the most. Geno was playing like a maniac both for him and because of him, which upsettingly delighted and frustrated the alpha in equal measure because, while the omega was beautiful to watch, Sid wanted to be beside him winning and even losing if it couldn’t be helped. Meanwhile, Geno, a better partner than Sid could have ever dreamed of, didn’t understand all of it; Sid saw, but then again, he didn’t have to. When he was able to, his wonderful G kissed him on the forehead when he laid in that horrible dark room and reassured the alpha that HIS team and HIS omega would be waiting for him WHENEVER he got back.

It’s just that Sid the Kid, Sid the Penguins’ Captain wanted to be back already so fucking bad.

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Sid was terrified. “Shouldn’t we throw him overboard? I mean the little shit tried to steal from us and he’s an alpha without any obvious prospects.” But, he blocked out the chatter above him and focused on escaping the ropes binding him to a ship pole.

Then, a young but wise, to Sid at least, voice chimed, “Wait! He’s just a kid.”

“Said the kid,” someone in the back bitterly muttered.

“I heard that. Anyways, we still need to ask the Captain first!”

Sid gazed upon his savior and quickly grew flushed. The quote unquote kid was actually a man probably a few years older than himself and more enchanting than any of the omegas back on his island, even those he shied away from around the brothels.

“Don’t fret Geno. I’m here. Fetch Gonch too now.”

Sid quickly memorized the name. Geno, Geno, Geno.

“Boy, you have 30 seconds to tell me your name and why I shouldn’t throw you off of my ship for stealing from me and my crew. Go!”

“Uh, okay! Captain?”

“Lemieux, boy.”

“Okay, Captain Lemieux, Sir, I am Sidney Crosby of the Northern Isle and, technically, Sir, I did not steal from you and your crew. I was caught before I could take anything.”

“Really?”

“Absolutely Sir! I was found as soon as you set sail. Your security is top-notch.” Sid enthusiastically gave two thumbs up.

“Hmph, alright then. Since you can’t steal but know so much about security, in exchange for your life because I cannot be talked circles around Sidney, you will keep our thief safe on their next heist. Understood?”

“Mario, he won’t be happy about babysitting.”

“Ah, nice of you to finally join us Gonch. And, I know, trust me I know, but he only has himself to blame. He’s been getting too reckless.”

“Yes, but…”

“No Gonchar. This is for his own good. Now, Sidney, Sid? From now on, your name is Sid and you WILL protect our precious thief Geno.”

Wait, that Geno? Has to be. Sid mentally rejoiced before schooling his expression and curtly answering. “Yes Sir.”

The following day, just before sunrise so late for him, Sid found himself cornered by the first mate of the Lemieux pirate crew, one Sergei Gonchar. The elder was intimidating and to the point:

“Look, the only way that you’re getting out of this unscathed is by listening to Zhenya, alright?”

“Zhenya?”

“Ugh, fine, Geno. Just listen to Geno and make sure that he gets back perfectly safe.”

“I got it. But, is there anything specific I need to watch out for? Like is he a loose cannon or is someone trying to hurt him?”

“Not exactly. I can’t tell you why, but Geno sometimes takes more than he can handle and risks getting caught. Just make sure that he gets in and out and that’s it.”

“Is he in debt or something?”

“Yes, alright?! But it’s also more complicated than that. Not to mention, the softie is always trying to get everyone with family back home a little extra.”

“Aw! Don’t worry Gonch! I’ll protect him with my life, I swear on it.”

“Ha… well, I guess that I have to believe you for my own piece of mind. Oh, and one last thing, think twice before you try to flirt with him, because I know you will. Wouldn’t want you losing a finger when you still have all ten, hahaha!”

“Hehe…”

Later on the heist, Sid felt confident that he had made a fantastic second impression on Geno the omega thief. He was sneaky enough, and thought fast on his feet when a guard with a giggly companion unexpectedly headed in their direction. Sid lifted Geno up easily and then lightly slammed them both against the door to the room adjacent to the treasure before yelling out:

“Occupied!”

“Kai? Is that you man?”

“Yeah, and I’m a little busy here!”

“Hm?”

Geno let out an arousing moan then loudly trailed kisses down Sid’s neck.

“Fucking hell!”

“Ha! My bad dude! Come on babe, let’s go find another room and quick. Good luck in there dude, sounds like you’ll need it! Haha!”

“Not bad Crosby, not bad at all. Now, come on!”

In the target room, Geno did what he does best before enlisting Sid to help pack up the loot. Everything was going smoothly until the alpha opened his giant, unfiltered mouth:

“So, is Zhenya your real name?”

“What?”

“I heard Gonch call you Zhenya. So, is that like your real name because I don’t see how you get Geno from Zhenya.”

“Geno is real name. Zhenya is nickname.”

“Oh. Cool, but like Geno must be short for something too, right?”

“You have lots of questions, huh Crosby?”

“I mean, yeah, you’re like the most interesting person I’ve ever met. So… what was that real name again?”

Geno was unwillingly flattered. “Hmm, it’s Evgeni.”

Sid pressed. “Evgeni…?”

“Ha, you never quit huh, full name Evgeni Malkin.”

“Awesome. Now, why are you in debt and can I help?”

“What?! Who told you that?”

“Gonch.”

“Ughhh, I’ll kill him, I swear. And my debt is none of your business.”

“But I want to help.”

“Don’t need any alpha’s help.”

“Fine, fine, but then can you at least tell me how you got into debt? Like, was it a deadbeat dad situation?”

“No! My debt is my own. And my father’s, I took on my own too, he never ask me. He’s good man.”

“Alright, so then why did you need the money?”

“My mom sick and then my older brother got hurt. Only me and my dad work so the first payments not enough for collectors. Then, I meet, you say Gonch, okay, so then I meet Gonch and, thank God, he not interested in too young and skinny omega. He help me meet the Captain after I show him how well I steal. Now, I send money back and it’s enough.”

“But you’re taking more?”

“Yes, I need too, almost done. Once debt is gone, I’m finally free.”

“Free to… go home?”

“Yes! But just to clean up and visit. After, I probably go back to Captain and crew. It’s fun, being a pirate. I see new places, talk to new people, like nosey but handsome alphas, and the ship is like my home now, you know.”

“Yeah! I totally get that, I mean I want that too, wait, did you say handsome?”

“Anyways, let’s hurry up and go, Sid.”

Sid was fully locked in. He felt that if anything happened to Geno, he would commit murder and then suicide, but, more importantly, he wanted and he wanted bad for Geno to join his own pirate crew andmaybebecomehislifepartner. So, he had to act quick:

“Hey G, you go on ahead, I need to use the bathroom.”

“This bad joke?”

“Sadly not. It’s okay. I’ll be right behind you.”

“Ugh, fine. But I not come back if you get caught.”

“Yes, yes, now hurry!”

“Ha! Now, stupid alpha tells me to hurry. Ridiculous.”

After discretely watching Geno walk away, Sid grabbed the treasure chest that the master thief was barred from taking along with the target jewelry, but before he could escape that very same guard from earlier as well as assumably Kai came barreling in:

“Who the fuck are you?!”

“Shit!”

“And where did that sexy omega go?”

“Alex!”

“Sorry dude!”

Sid laid the chest down and got into a wide boxing stance. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Sid knew that he was good at fighting but 2 versus 1 was always a risk. There was lots of punching and grappling, and Sid almost got away when he managed to knock Alex out but then Kai finally pulled a knife.

“Ha, gotchu motherfucker! You’re so dead!”

“I agree.”

Geno gracefully kicked and dislodged the knife out of the guard’s hand then Sid sucker punched him.

“You came back!”

“You’re so dead Sid.”

Geno strode up to Sid and gripped the front of his shirt:

“Captain’s going to kill you, so give me this first.”

Then, Geno engaged the alpha in the filthiest kiss that he had ever experienced. Sid groaned, Geno groaned, and Sid finally did what he’s been wanting to do all this damn time; he clutched Geno’s ass and hung on for dear life, even when the kiss wetly ended.

“Now, seriously come on!”

“Whatever you say beautiful.”

Back on the boat, Sid was kneeling on one knee, treasure chest beside him, before Captain Lemieux to have Geno join his crew instead. Gonch frowned:

“Ah, so you did end up stealing something after all. Haha! It’s not too late though to throw you overboard.”

“Captain. Be serious.”

“Alright, alright, Gonch. Geno, step forward. Do you want to go with Sid?”

“Yes Captain, I do. And you can have chest because of broken rule as long as I go.”

“No Geno! I took that for you!”

“I know Sid, but I can steal more with you.”

“Aww, how romantic. Geno, you’re great but you’re not the only thief in the whole world. My last orders as your Captain are to take the chest and your share of the jewels and go.”

Unexpectedly, Geno hugged Captain Lemieux prior to running to Gonch for a longer goodbye. The rest of the crew smartly gave the pair locked in an embrace filled with whispering and sniffling their space.

“Take care of each other Sid.”

“Thank you Sir.”

“No need for that anymore, Captain to Captain.”

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There were many rumors about Sid and Geno, the most famous mated pair in the NHL; the one that seemed, with emphasis on seemed, to hold more truth than any of the others though was that both the alpha and the omega were quite vanilla in bed. People even assumed that Sid flinched at the sight of handcuffs and Geno couldn’t recognize any sex toys. Excluding pretty damn public heavy petting, the couple appeared to possess limited risqué moves. That couldn’t be further from the truth however. It was true what they said: it’s always the quiet ones.

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When Sid woke up late one morning, he had a horrible hangover and a bad feeling that he did something that someone could blackmail him over.

Last night at the small party thrown by Tanger, Sid had one too many shots in celebration of a hard-fought win and then saw Geno entertaining a group of rookies. Sid, who was an emotional drunk on top of a hungry drunk, felt a flurry of emotions. He was endeared, starving, and then ravenous and suspicious. The captain was thinking that all of those younger alphas were trying to flirt with G, which was understandable but very much not good to drunk Sid. He trusted his omega without a doubt when sober; it was just that strong, sexy omegas like Geno were catnip to rough, in-your-face hockey alphas, and it’s not like Sid didn’t know that he would never be in the same shape he was in his mid-twenties. So, to Geno’s chagrin because they were essentially one and Zhenya knew how embarrassed his alpha would be later on, barged into the conversation confined to that small circle and bemoaned that the love of his life was going to leave him for someone younger, even though they would probably be less wealthy and talented at hockey than Sidney. Anyone whose ears perked up hearing the accusation quickly had their bubble burst with the rest of the speech. When Geno got Sid home, he consoled him by first denying the aforementioned accusation like it was absurd and then confessing his love for all of the habits that the alpha had which Sid thought that no one noticed, as well as offering a bit of precious time against G’s luscious chest while the omega perched on his lap.

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Day 6

Zhenya was right, and Sid would quickly learn that that was commonplace. Sid’s rut did finish on time the next day and making the omega feel pretty damn good helped him reach a seemingly elusive clear headspace. The alpha was figuratively battle ready and literally the most rested he had been in a while. So, now, he just, ha, needed to get the mysterious Zhenya engaged in a courtship, arrange an essential meeting between their family trees, propose a bond, and LEARN RUSSIAN before the expiration of the year long rut contract.

His saving grace, at least, was that the contract was renewable. And, despite mutual feelings, it was renewed over and over again.

Zhenya, Geno to the team, agreed to the courtship and to planning the huge gathering early enough, but he didn’t want to terminate the contract for Sidney’s sake; in G’s own surprisingly self-deprecating words, in case Sid grew sick of him, or realized that he wasn’t actually all that, he wanted the captain to still be able to play to his highest potential by having a capable rut partner.

Eventually, they bonded on the final termination date, and Sid became intermediate at speaking Russian.

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Evgeni Malkin expected a lot to change when he had his son with his, as of now, ex-wife Anna. Sure, Nikita brought out a new fiercely protective side and he worried about mundane things like skin sensitivity to laundry detergent presently, but Zhenya also still spent as much time as he could justify around Sid, whom he just entered a mature relationship/courtship with, and played the game he loved for work.

The most jarring development then was being the middle man for his alpha and pup while Sid transitioned from his fun hockey-obsessed uncle to either future Daddy or Papa. It was tense. Like, when they were all on the ice together and Zhenya imitated roughing with Nikita, the moment Sid joined in, the youngest jersey-clad skater shielded his father and attempted to shimmy them both away from the alpha. He even teared up whenever he discovered his Dad being seductively cornered by Sid at Zhenya’s house. Not to mention, there were numerous instances of Nikita hiding Crosby themed household items: the Crosby fridge magnets, gone; the #87 mugs, gone; the Pittsburgh Penguins’ captain coasters, gone. He didn’t throw anything out, but rather stored everything into a box he kept in the corner of his bedroom where he could keep an eye on it.

It wasn’t until, unbeknownst to Sid, Nikita witnessed the alpha affectionately meet up with his Dad on the porch of Anna’s home during her private birthday party, hand off an expensive gift, and then just depart to let the trio get back to their quality time together.

Afterwards, the sun had appeared to finally rise for Sid. The difference was night and day. Sid was suddenly again the pup’s favorite player, his memorabilia decorated his room as well as the house, and Nikita gestured all the time for the couple to kiss since it made both of them grin.

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“Don’t you think this is a little too realistic G? Hah, I mean you actually have so many parking tickets.”

“Hush you! And just try it, I buy expensive costume for you so hurry up!”

“Alright, alright. Excuse me sir, do you know why I pulled you over?”

“No officer, I’m just driving to work.”

“Uh huh, license and registration then.”

“Oh no, I leave at home.”

“You left both your driver’s license and car registration at home on your way to work?”

“Yes, so sorry officer. Is there something else I can do for you?”

“No, you’re going to jail.”

“Sid…! Come on, please!”

“Okay, hm, well, I can think of a few things that you can do for me, omega,… step out of the car.”

“Oh, okay sir.”

“Put your hands up on the hood now doll. Yeah, just like that. Do you do this often, spreading your legs?”

“No no, only for my husband.”

“Fucking hell G. Your husband, huh? What’s he like?”

“Nice. He nice guy, good at job, and handsome.”

“Eh, sounds boring.”

“Maybe little boring, but perfect for me. Only one for me really.”

“Aw, Zhenya, wait, I need to fuck you now as me, not some random officer.”

“Haha, okay Sid, but make sure to use handcuffs and the baton.”

“Yes dear.”

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On the first day of filming for the entire collaborative project, like usual, Sid arrived a couple minutes early. The set location was a villa with two stories and a balcony, of course, for outdoor scenes. His scene wasn’t on the docket for that day, but apparently Malkin was supposed to show up too for preparations so he wanted to establish a few extra rules before their collab. When the elusive omega came around five minutes later than expected, Sid beelined over to him. At a low volume, he ranted “Hey Malkin, alright, look, I know that you don’t like me, and I’m not too fond of you either, but let’s be sort of professionals about this. My Do Nots are no hickies, not really my style, no punching or kicking me, I’m not a horse, and do not, I repeat, do not, bite my dick Milky.” Geno, who had actually arrived later due to having already done his prep, processed Sid’s spiel then responded, “Fine. I hate nothing but warn me first, okay? I'm a big omega, but I still get scared and feel pain.” That statement sounded way too practiced for Sid’s comfort but he just nodded.

Afterwards, Cruiser and Milky parted ways momentarily to reunite the next day. The scene was planned out as so: Cruiser slid up behind Milky on the exclusive balcony to whisper “Ready baby?” before bending him over the edge just enough to eat him out with an intensely beaming sun behind them and then adoringly kissing up to the omega’s neck, almost exactly over where a bond bite would go; next, the pair drenched in sweat began making love doggy-style in prelude to Milky jerking Cruiser off into his mouth. Considering the acrobatics that Geno was capable of, the scene was very tame, so he was more worried about exuding that passionate lovey-dovey vibe that the director wanted while Crosby thought the worst of him. Turns out he needn’t have worried because the alpha was apparently a bigger professional than even him. During the pre-scene interview, Crosby kissed him when prompted like he actually wanted him. Hell, Geno could go as far as to say that his scene partner already held him like a lover; his enormous hands caressed everywhere and took such firm holds of muscle that he had Zhenya squeaking once he got extensive verbal permission. He also acted like the omega’s noises were fueling his arousal to the brink of insanity. Cruiser pretended to be gasping for air at one point while they kissed. Then, it was the beginning of the end for Geno’s composure. Crosby ravished his leaking hole outside leading up to pressing the biggest cock that Zhenya had ever encountered against it. To be honest, the little giant didn’t fit the first couple of tries but Geno was no quitter and supposed he could help the alpha out after catching his quiet whimper of despair. Milky spread his own ass cheeks with a bright red face and said off-script, “It’s okay baby. Just push it in. Don’t stop. I want it.” With that kind of encouragement, on top of the omega’s assurance, Crosby was off to the races. Cruiser drove Geno hard and fast into the balcony’s ledge while seeming to savor every tiny bit of him. His hands greedily roamed; his tongue tasted sweet sweat with an aftertaste of slick; his nostrils happily expanded to be overwhelmed by the smell of pheromones; his eyes memorized even the most minute change in expression; and, his ears heard every hitch of breath that told Crosby that he was doing something very right. The passion was so immense and the tension so palpable that a cameraman softly went, “Jesus fucking Christ.” Lastly, as expected, the finish was spectacular. Geno had cum a nearly embarrassing amount of times and then again when Cruiser knotted his fist to shoot off into Milky’s mouth. A much needed shower and lunch break later…

“Hey Malkin, or, uh… what do you like to be called?”

“Zhenya, but lots of people just say Geno.”

“Okay, um, how do you say the first one again?”

“Hehe, Zhenya.”

“Your laugh is really cute, Zhenya.”

“Really?! Well, I think your smile is very nice, Sid. Kris told me nickname. Can I call you Sid?”

“Yes, please, I would like that very much, thank you, yes.”

“Hehe!”

A month and a few dates later, at Sid’s minimalist apartment…

“Zhenya, baby, can you come here? On my lap babe. I need to ask you something that I’ve been wondering. When did you figure out that you didn’t hate me anymore?”

“Oh, when you show me that you stopped hating big, strong omegas like me.”

“What!? Zhenya, I never hated big omegas.”

“Huh, what do you mean never?”

…And they lived happily ever after once the misunderstandings were all cleared up.

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ON THIS EPISODE OF LOVE ISLAND CANADA, THERE’S A DRAMATIC CONFESSION, SEXY FLIRTING, AND A HUGE SURPRISE FOR OUR FAVORITE ISLANDERS. IT’S TIME… FOR CASA AMOUR.

When Geno woke up in the same bed as Ovi again since they were a quote-unquote couple, he felt different that morning. It seemed like something was going to happen for him finally, and something big. Until then though, he had to make breakfast.

His alpha partner Ovi fried up scrambled eggs and bacon yesterday, so Geno put together a couple of breakfast sandwiches with ham as the star and cheese as the feature. He also started the coffee for everyone.

Last night, another original islander was voted off. He, Ovi, and one other omega were the only originals left. And five bombshells composed the rest of the contestants.

Around lunch time, the newest alpha bombshell confessed to the omega contestant that arrived when Geno and Ovi did. It was unfortunate that they were basically forced to angrily blurt their declaration for everyone to hear. The mean couple, designated so by him and Ovi, accused the newbie of joining the show for the money rather than love. Next, those newly single began flirting right away. It seemed like everyone had to play friendship island for a bit.

Before it got dark on the island, Ovi received a text:

Yoo-hoo, Love Island Canada alphas, hope you all are ready to pack your bags, because it’s time for, dududu, Casa Amour!

Holy shit, thought Geno. The omega had one more chance to find love. And find it, he did, in the arms of none other than Sidney Crosby, the man who put the entirety of the NHL on his back it seemed right after G retired as a Pittsburgh Penguin. The alpha pursued him from the rip with funny chats, balanced breakfasts, and thoughtful dates that showed he listened when Zhenya talked about his up and down NHL journey as well as his home country. As the series LIC continued, they became the winner of every challenge, the obvious fan favorite couple, the first pair to go on a proper date (wakeboarding lessons then a beachside picnic with a sunset as the backdrop), the only ones unanimously voted to the Hideaway, and, naturally, the winners of Love Island Canada 2025.

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Geno was stripping quickly out of his hockey gear after the first game of the Pens’ regular season for 2025-2026. He was keyed up and needed to nest in the designated area post win. So, as soon as Muse and the rest of the coaching staff left the locker room and some victory music started playing, G finished undressing, gripped Brazeau’s knee in congratulations again, and sashayed over to sequentially Silovs and Bruno and Kindy for admiring neck pats, Koivi for a comforting cheek grasp, then the captain for a cute forehead tap since Geno was still shy with affection around the team. Plus, Sid certainly made sure to get his fill of his omega at home. Later, in the aforementioned space, Zhenya in just his underwear built a nest of mats, blankets, pillows, and scented jerseys with the same, old occupants coming in single file before the younger, newer guys. Most of the players sat in a circle surrounding G soaking in his scent and the camaraderie. Raks, in honor of Rusty who was missing, bothered the omega once he settled by tickling his feet; Legend, Karly, and Shea vigorously rubbed Geno’s left thigh which was exposed as he was laying on his right side; Jar timidly placed himself near G’s head and got a consolatory nuzzle for his trouble; Lizzy was doing his best impression of a cat being petted by Zhenya’s hands; and, Sid sidled up behind his mate for a preview of their upcoming night of neck kissing and full body caresses. Former player turned coach Bonino also stopped by to take in the new collective and drop off a towel being passed round the staff for G’s nest.

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Zhenya never thought of himself as maternal/paternal. Maybe it was because he was babied a bit by Sergei and his wife Ksenia, or maybe because he was the youngest in his family. Either way, he hadn’t ever considered himself maternal/paternal before.

It wasn’t until he met Olli, a defenseman called up. While neither an alpha nor an omega, the incredibly young man acted nothing like a beta. He graciously deferred and sought out the company of omegas on top of ruthlessly pursuing and protecting. The dichotomy initially just intrigued Geno before his hindbrain seemingly activated. Next, Zhenya was messaging his mom for recipes to cook, COOK, snacks in his home to then force feed Olli and using the team’s nest room outside of emergencies so that the Finn specifically could quell his own nerves with G’s scent. Geno also invited Olli over to talk and play online games often, which unnerved Sid before he fully understood the relationship developing. Afterwards, Zhenya’s alpha happily greeted the kid in his workout clothes and subconsciously sandwiched critiques of his gameplay in compliments.

Naturally, Geno was teased a tiny bit by the team when they caught on.

“Um G, I’m going to take a nap in the nest room, if, uh, that’s still okay?”

“Of course still okay! Just wait one second, I need to refresh scent.”

“Awww, Geno, can I sleep in there too?”

“Go ahead, but Olli first.”

“Yeah, I know, but will you refresh the room’s scent for me too?”

“No. Special treatment only for Olli and Sid.”

“(Overly dramatic gasp) G, but I’m your winger?!”

“Don’t care. I like Olli more than you Nealer.”

“Fair.”

“Kris?!”

“What? I get it. Plus, let’s be honest, if Geno gave you any real special treatment, Sid would kill you.”

“I wouldn’t KILL him.”

“(Dubious silence) Sure Sid, sure.”

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To the absolute surprise of no one, Geno handled losses much better than Sid did even with the former’s temper and the latter’s long experience at the helm. After the 1-6 loss then to the NY Rangers on Saturday, October 11th, the mated pair silently went home following their respective cooldowns to lounge with the omega alternate on top of the alpha captain, getting him to breathe in their beloved mixed scent and be smothered by the sense of pride always directed at Sid from Geno.

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No one ever believed that Geno was a bunny hybrid at first. People would always ask if he was joking and look him up and down to see what bunny features the behemoth of a man before them had. Sid didn’t understand. As a wolf hybrid, he not only yearned to sink his predatory teeth into G the moment he met him, the younger man had witnessed the other act quote unquote bunny-like countless times: his lover leaped around defensemen and forwards alike; Zhenya got comfortable in an open area by binding all of his limbs tightly towards his middle, which simultaneously took up little space and afforded him his own roomy bubble; and, Geno acted like he was in heat 24/7 after Sid coaxed his pretty legs open the first time. The stout captain even felt cornered sometimes by his beautiful bunny’s lust though he recovered quickly. Sidney also thanked his ancestry and devout training background constantly for the stamina to keep up with G.