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    “Eyes on me.” There is a sharp satisfaction as those eyes lift immediately to meet his again. “I need your name.”

    The man’s lashes flutter. “Shane, sir.”

    Ilya nods and lets his hand move through Shane’s hair. It is soft, and Shane leans into the touch, eyes closing briefly as if the contact alone is enough to ground him. The response is so natural that it gives Ilya pause.

    “Tell me about your limits.” Ilya doubts he is going to be close to any limits tonight, as Shane looks like he already had a pretty rough night. But he still needs to ask, good hygiene. 

    A small smile appears on Shane’s face, he looks at Ilya deeply, eyes not wandering away as he speaks, “There are no limit, sir.” He looks at the disbelief appearing on Ilya’s face and offers, “I’m the house slave.”

     

    Or, Ilya didn’t come for attachment, but Shane, bruised, obedient, and unraveling, becomes the one thing he can’t leave broken.

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    11 Jul 2026

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    Beautiful.
    Like shared in the server w kink friends beautiful.
    Love how this is written.

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    “What do you want me to say, exactly?” Shane asked, his voice very different from the one they’d usually get for interviews. Less polite and less guarded. “Do you want me to stand here and tell you details of my sex life?”

    Someone chuckled awkwardly and when no one said anything, Shane threw his arms out to the side just as Harris made his way towards the disaster.

    Shane looked the reporter straight in the eyes. “Sure! My sex life is fantastic. My husband is hot. Ten out of ten. Any more questions?”

    Or the one time Shane Hollander was the problem

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    10 Jul 2026

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    Hilarious

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    Shane snapped.

    Later, people would describe it differently.

    Some called it terrifying.

    Some heroic.

    Some beautiful.

    Shane himself remembered almost nothing except overwhelming, animal panic.

    His gloves hit the ice.

    Then his helmet.

    Then he collided with Volkov hard enough to rip him bodily off Ilya.

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    10 Jul 2026

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    “Sometimes I think about it now, you know?” He placed another kiss right below Shane’s ear. “Silly, of course. But… I think… what if I did a line before I fucked you? Bozhe, Shane! I would last for hours. I would pin you down and fuck you so hard and so good your tongue would hang out of your mouth like little dog. Make you forget your own name.”

    “Absolutely not,” he said, looking Ilya dead in the eye. “I’m not touching that stuff. We’re in season in a few months, and drug testing aside, I don’t like it.”

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    Shane can't help but to feel a little left out that he never got to see Ilya in his party days. Ilya offers a solution, one that Shane didn't think he'd ever be open to: He was going to let Ilya do coke and fuck him.

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    09 Jul 2026

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    Coked out Ilya; meet your husband Shane. Shane; meet your coked out husband Ilya and enjoy being fucked into every surface until 5 am.

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    Ilya doesn’t even try to stop the litany of Russian swears from spilling out. He also doesn’t stop himself from cursing Marly’s whole family line, and then verbalizing some of his more homicidal thoughts about Scott Hunter and the kitchen sink. He lets his Russian ranting die out and takes a few deep breaths.

    Everyone has quieted to look at him.

    “Feel better?” Marly asks.

    Maybe Ilya could drown Marly in the sink along with Hunter. Maybe he could kill everyone in the suite before Shane wakes up. He’d have to kill the butler guy, too…and the front of house staff…and the wedding chapel staff…and then convince Shane to run away with him to somewhere that would neither extradite to the US nor prosecute them for being gay. Messy. Too messy.

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    Ilya wakes up with a wedding ring and a WHOLE LOT of questions...but at least Marly and Scott fucking Hunter are having a good time. This is Ilya's worst nightmare which, as it turns out, features a night of blackout drinking, misguided but supportive friends, and some VERY stupid decisions.

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    09 Jul 2026

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    Gay weddings feat Harry Potter saying hey bc fuck it why not throw balls to the wall. Funny coke usage.