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    Shane leans down and bites Ilya’s chest over his heart. Shane has slashed him open, body and soul, head to toe. No noxious steam wafts out from where Shane’s teeth had been. Shane is seeing through to his skin and bones, is physically inside of him, and is not recoiling. Instead, he’s whimpering and shoving his face, sticky with sweat, into Ilya’s neck.

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  2. Public Bookmark 87

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    “If you win MVP tonight, I will blow you, fuck you...whatever you want.”

    For the rest of the awards ceremony and half the party, the words kept ringing in Shane’s ears. And those words kept ringing in Shane’s ears. Even while they announced his name as the winner—the first center forward ever to win the MVP Award without lifting the Cup—the words were still pounding in his brain, leaving room for nothing else.

    "Whatever" was such a broad fucking concept. But to be honest, he was focused on a single possibility: he wanted to top Ilya Rozanov.

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    2014 - the night in Las Vegas, but Shane won the MVP award, and he’s curious to see how far “whatever you want” can go

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    13 Sep 2026

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    "Well, Hollander. Winner gets to choose what we get up to tonight, as agreed, yes?"
    "Yes," he grumbles. Shane pulls his shirt off over his head in one move, folding it on the counter. "Where do you want me?"
    "For what? You think I want to fuck you?"
    "Uh...yes?"
    Rozanov gives an exaggerated stretch. "But I worked so hard out there, beating lovely Montreal asses. I'm tired. I think I will lie down and let you do work tonight."
    "You..." Shane's brain short-circuits. "Me do work?"
    "Yes, Hollander."
    "You want me to ride you?"
    "No," he says softly. "I want you to fuck me."

    Dom from the bottom Ilya x sub from the top Shane, in the ep4 montage situationship era

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  4. Public Bookmark 79

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    So when the team doctor asks him about his recent sleep habits, Ilya says, “Seven hours.”

    And the doctor hums and nods and says, “Well, that is a bit low, but I wouldn’t be concerned quite yet. Do you feel it is impacting your day to day life?”

    And Ilya says, “Yes.” And then he blinks, and says, “No. Seven hours this week.”

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    31 Aug 2026

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    forrest gump

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    A video played, on mute, of Hayden Pike of all people doing one of his silly FanMail videos in his stupid trophy room and when he turned, the mirror caught-

    Oh.

    Oh.

    Shit.

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    Ilya is in Russia when Brad uploads the FanMail video to Twitter. Fucking Brad.

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    02 Sep 2026