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  1. Public Bookmark 29

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    “Marly is a vampire," Ilya says.

    Shane exhales. “Shit. Okay. Right. How did you find out?”

    Ilya grimaces at the memory. “Caught him eating a squirrel.”

    “Eating…?”

    “Yes, the whole thing.”

    “That’s fucking disgusting.”

    “Well. He did not have very sweet polite Canadian boy to teach him how to be a nicely-behaved vampire like I did.”

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    Shane and Ilya's peaceful vampire existence is interrupted when Marlow is turned.

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    18 Jul 2026

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    “Dude,” Marlow says. “That’s Shane Hollander.”
    “Yes, Marly. I know this.” No me lo vas a creer…

    ‘Shane frowns a little. “You don’t remember her name? How does that happen?”
    “Ask Roz, I bet he can tell you about a few times -”
    “No,” Ilya interrupts. “Do not ask me. Marlow was very bad, being drunk and coked-up, probably. I would never do this.”’ JAJSJSJ si claro

    ‘“Wow,” Shane says. “Ilya Rozanov, blushing? Must be some girl.”
    “She is,” Ilya says coolly. “Crazy in bed, always starving for my cock. Sucks dick like a champion. She is my freaky little sex kitten.”
    Shane starts coughing, apparently having choked on his own spit. Serves him right.’ AYUDA QUE HDP AJJSJAJ

    ‘Marlow breaks the silence eventually. “Uh, guess this is a bad time,” he says. “Damn, Roz, you’d think you’d offer me some blood, not Hollander here. I thought we were bros!”
    Ilya is grateful for the joke and about to tell Marly to go fuck himself, when Shane makes a sound Ilya has never heard from him before, a violent, animalistic hiss, and fucking bares his fangs at Marlow. His lips are bloody and his eyes narrowed.
    “Holy shit,” Marlow says, raising his hands and taking a step back.’ DIOS AMÉ ESTA PARTE

    ‘Marlow clears his throat. “Hollander looked, um.”
    Shane sprawled out on Ilya’s sheets, golden, hard, painted with Ilya’s blood. A work of art for Ilya’s eyes only.
    He tamps down on the urge to punch Marlow right then for having caught a glimpse of Shane in that state.’

    “I won’t, I swear,” Marlow says. “And anyway, he told me nothing, really.”
    “He told you I’m a freaky little sex kitten,” Shane says proudly.
    Marlow’s jaw drops. “Freaky little… are you Jane? Hollander, are you -” JAJSJSJ

  2. Public Bookmark 86

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    Shane and Ilya's first rut together in the cottage.

    A surprising amount of plot, a dash of world building, a heaping tablespoon of fluff, and some dedicated smut.

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    15 Jul 2026

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    ‘But Hollander didn’t wear them to his room after the first All-Star game and Ilya got to learn exactly what perfect Shane Hollander smelled like. Then Ilya got a semi every time a pretty, freckled omega smelled vaguely like a tree.’ JAJSJJS

    ‘The game felt almost like rut sex. Instinctual. Greedy. Fun. He fucking loved playing with Shane. Would do it forever if he had the chance.’

    ‘And Shane had been there. Well, not there. And Ilya had missed him. Had wandered around Moscow sniffing for pine and fresh air, wishing he could find the comfort of Shane. Boring, safe Shane that wanted him back.’ Awww😭

    ‘Shane had kept raising his voice until Ilya got close enough to let Shane nuzzle into his neck. Shane had purred, loopy from the drugs but so fucking pleased to smell him.’ cute

    ‘Four days of the most athletic and demanding sex of his life and Shane finally relented. Ilya's body ached. His ribs were the least of his worries. His abs and cock and jaw and hell even his tongue burned from the effort of meeting the burning need that had subsumed Shane.’ JAJSJSJ hot

    ‘Shane was not patient. He denied himself so much, but he devoured Ilya with none of his oh-so marketable control.’

    ‘“I know nothing. My rut is coming.” Ilya teased, finally turned to pull Shane along faster. “I am big knot, little blood for brain.” Shane went, but flicked Ilya’s nipple through his shirt in retribution.’

    ‘Shane looped his arms around Ilya’s neck and made a happy purring sound that Ilya recognized from his heat. He smiled, and Shane laughed and pressed his palm to the center of Ilya’s chest. Oh. That was his purr.’ que tierno

    ‘God. He was so pretty. Always so pretty, his perfect Shane.
    “Thank you?” He’d be prettier on Ilya’s cock. “And... there it is.” Ilya flipped him and then shed his clothes as quickly as he could manage.’

    ‘If this didn’t spark his rut, nothing would.
    “Jesus Christ, Ilya, you’re already—” Why could Shane speak? Ah, he’d gotten distracted.’ JAJSJAJ

    ‘“You asshole.”
    “Niet. Yours.”  He could wait forever but Shane was getting impatient. Clearly.
    “That, you pay attention to?”’ AYUDA JAJSKAJ

    ‘“Not like this.” Ilya released his hold on Shane’s hips to grip the base of his dick, relieved that the swelling hadn’t already started. Fuck. He couldn’t pop his knot before they even started. Shane needed it. 
    “Knot like this,” Ilya panted. He understood what his omega needed. “Yes.”’ JAJAJAJ casi Ilya

    ‘“Please.” Someone begged. It couldn’t be Ilya. He didn’t beg. Shane rocked his hips. “Thank you, yes, please more.”’ He didn’t beg dice, si claro

    ‘They smelled so good. So perfect together. Bright freshness and… oh. 
    “I’m in rut, aren’t I?”
    “Yes. You definitely are.” Shane mumbled into his chest.’ No me lo vas a career…

    Me gusto mucho el concepto de Ilya entrando en rut sin darse cuenta, y como hablaba en voz alta las cosas que pensaba jajsj

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    Ilya murmurs, “I like you like this. Nice and – complying? What is word?”

    “Compliant,” Shane offers dizzily. 

    “Yes, this. Compliant.” Ilya’s hips swivel, and he hits that perfect angle with every syrupy thrust, lighting him up from the inside. “Following orders, no arguing. You should be like this all the time.” 

    “You’d hate that,” Shane says, without hesitation, even as his voice breaks into a whimper.  

    Ilya chokes out a ragged laugh and admits, “Yes, probably.” 

    [Or: Shane insists that he is fine, Ilya insists that he is selfish, and they both insist that this whole thing is casual. Everyone here is lying through their fucking teeth.]

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    15 Jul 2026

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    Shane goes for a massage.

     

    Russian translation available here

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    14 Jul 2026

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    “Okay.” A shrug of one broad shoulder. “Then I have two months to fix you. Easy."

    '“Hm, good, you take it well.” Ilya murmurs quietly, and Shane shivers under his hands. “Breathe deep for me…yes, good, breathe out.” He presses down, hard, his palms skating along Shane’s deltoids.' Hot

    'Ilya’s done his entire body now, stroked over every inch of him, apart from the tiny scrap of dignity the towel has left him with, that Ilya kept him covered with whilst he massaged the tops of his thighs and his lower back, never quite straying beneath it. Shane can feel the absence of Ilya’s touch in that one spot, as though the skin there is crying out for it.'

    'Next thing he knows there’s a strong thumb rubbing at the top of his neck, over the round bones there, scritching at his scalp, and Shane literally melts into the table. Ilya makes an amused noise behind him.
    “Head massage not usually included for this. But look at you – want it bad yes?”' omg

    'Ilya just keeps touching him. There’s no pretence at being a massage anymore, Ilya’s just…groping him, rough and casual, clearly just amusing himself with Shane’s body.'

    “Now stay still and keep me warm. Let me fix this.” DAYUM

    “Is fine. Armard is arsehole. Too much foul play, too much calling people fag. Next time you will smash him into boards for me, yes?”
    “I –”
    “Say yes, Hollander.”
    “Yes.”
    “Yes, you will…?”
    “Um, I’ll, I’ll smash him into the boards for you.” AMO

    'He still can’t smell lavender without getting hard.'

    Un poco demasiado dub-con para mi
    gusto, y los dialogos de Ilya están escritos bastante mal si se supone que habla inglés hace 10 años, pero la verdad que el concepto es hot

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    Ilya Rozanov's new life began at eighteen years old.

    But his new life truly started at four hundred and thirteen years old when he met the love of his life.

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    12 Jul 2026

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    ‘Shane had been beautiful before. He was gorgeous, stunning. Ilya would have killed for him.
    Now he was ethereal. Ilya would find a way to catch the moon and the stars in the palm of his hand if that’s what Shane asked him to do.’

    ‘For a moment they stood there, gazing at each other. Ilya wished that he had a heartbeat so he could feel it racing. So he could feel that rush of love that he never got to experience in life.’ Lloro

    ‘Ilya’s smile turned into a smirk. A cheshire cat type grin. “I have not even gotten to your legs yet. You know how many freckles are on your thighs? So many,” he cooed.’ Hot

    ‘Shane was there. Ilya stood cautiously by the door. He was working out, obviously, and the smell of his sweat and the sound of his racing pulse drove Ilya crazy. He hadn’t smelled blood so sweet in half a century. Not since he’d met his Shane on that island.’

    ‘“I love you, Ilya. You were always meant to find me.” He had said.
    Ilya, now, in this hotel gym, was starting to wonder if that was true.
    Had his Shane somehow made his way back to him?’ 😭😭😭

    ‘If Ilya could cry, he would have, He would have absolutely sobbed if he had the ability. He hadn’t felt the press of Shane’s lips to his own in so long. And, never like this. Never while he was alive and warm. He tasted different, he smelt different, but had the underlyings of the past. Ilya couldn’t get enough of him.’ Viva el amor

    ‘“Aishite imasu,” Ilya whispered.
    “Ya tebya lyublyu,” Shane replied quietly.’ BASTA QUE TIERNOS