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    Hayden felt sick as he saw Shane glance between them and his own phone in J.J.’s hand, taking in what was probably his worst nightmare playing out right in front of him. Because Hayden could see it, within seconds, the way his face closed off, went blank, like he knew exactly what was happening because he’d been dreading it for so long.

    But his eyes, fuck, his eyes showed everything even as he went very still. The bone-deep profound terror was all there.

    Hayden wanted everything to stop, he wanted to shove J.J. out of the room, shove himself out of this situation, shove Shane out of harm’s way.

    “Why the fuck is Rozanov sexting you?”

    Hayden wanted to shove the shirt Shane hadn’t had time to put on in J.J.’s fucking mouth.

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    10 Jul 2026

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    We don’t have to-”

    Panic, bright and breathless, surged through every one of Shane’s nerve endings. “No, no, it’s fine, I can do it. I can be good, please, I’m-”

    He registered, distantly, that the sensible part of him had lost out, which was as embarrassing as the sting in his eyes. He had already fucked it up, given the obvious worry all over Ilya’s face as he rushed across the bed to him.

    “I can do it, I- I can do it right this time-”

    “Shane, please look at me.” Ilya’s hands came up to cup Shane’s cheeks, not letting him turn away. “Sweetheart. You have to tell me what’s going through your head right now, okay?”

    Shane knew, with his entire being, that he could ask for reassurance, for a kiss, for the fucking armchair to be taken back to the living room, but the dread from another lifetime was choking out the words, leaving them strangled in his stomach down where it had dropped.

    Shane vs the cuck chair round two (the chair loses)

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    10 Jul 2026

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    He thinks of Ilya’s commanding tone: “Hollander, here”, “take it for me”, or Shane’s personal favorite, “kneel.” Shane, through all these years, has been amazed that to Ilya these little commands are so casual, just a part of fucking for him. To Shane, these words are all consuming. They shut off the hyperactive part of his brain and he can just… enjoy. Ilya takes over, makes Shane feel good, uses Shane to feel good, and Shane goes gooey for it every time. He’s never known peace like getting railed by Ilya Rozanov.

    Shane knows you can't eat your cake and have it, too. He knows that asking too much of Ilya would be plain selfish. Knows that asking to be told exactly what to do so he can shut his brain off isn't normal. And Ilya... well he doesn't think Shane knows shit.

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    28 Jun 2026

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    “Is just a thing I do to help him,” he said quietly. Troy cocked his head.

    “What do you mean?”

    Ilya sighed, glancing around to make sure that Shane and everyone else were out of earshot.

    “He gets… quiet sometimes. Can’t talk. When I see he’s getting like that…” Ilya looked up and pressed his lips into a line for a moment before continuing. “He feels good when he helps me. So sometimes, I maybe pretend to need more help.”

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    Troy knows that Ilya knows much more English than he was pretending to earlier that night. He suspects that it had something to do with Shane. After all, most things that Ilya Rozanov does have something to do with Shane Hollander.

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    28 Jun 2026

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    Refusing to let Ilya ruin his career by signing with Ottawa, Shane chooses to really give their relationship a try and moves to Boston to live with Ilya and become a Raider. What follows is enough public scrutiny and backlash from his team that it has him questioning if he made the right decision. Until moments with Ilya and the Raiders show him exactly why he chose correctly.

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    Hayden’s eyes flickered to Shane as he sat on the bench, chewing on the edge of his mouth guard.

    “Don’t fucking look at him,” Ilya insisted as he bent down for the faceoff.

    “Excuse me?” Hayden mumbled, eyes darting back to him.

    “You heard me,” he retorted, his tone clipped. “He’s not your teammate anymore; he’s mine. If you think Marlow is a problem to your game, wait until you see what I will do to your team if you hurt anyone on mine again.”

    Hayden scoffed, dipping his head as he tried to focus on the game. Something about Ilya’s words still rang through his head though, sounding so definitive that he didn’t want to risk seeing what he was actually referring to when he said that.

    The puck dropped again, and Ilya stole it before he could comprehend how quickly it happened.

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    26 Jun 2026