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    Scott Hunter doesn't hate Ilya Rozanov, but after overhearing a conversation he shouldn't have in a Las Vegas bathroom, he's reconsidering.

    Because now, he thinks Ilya is an idiot for not treating Shane Hollander the way any man would kill to. For making the man cry in a public restroom of all places after ghosting him for months.

    Scott Hunter realizes what an idiot Rozanov is, and figures Shane Hollander might need to be shown just how wanted he is.

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    22 May 2026

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    Ilya locked his arm around Shane’s throat and drew him up onto his knees. The hold was snug, a real headlock, the kind that would make most men tap out. Shane didn’t tap out, but he stayed very still. His pulse galloped against the juncture of Ilya’s elbow, powerfully enough that Ilya could feel its insistent throbbing. Everything in the room had been pulled taut—the cord of Ilya’s shoulders, the line of Shane’s back, even the air between them had a rigidity to it. Ilya was breathing heavily, panting open-mouthed against Shane’s sweat-damp temple.

    “I could fuck you like this,” Ilya said. “I could fuck you right now, like this, not let you breathe, not let you come.”

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    27 Feb 2026

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    Media: Here is the goodest most normal boy.
    Me: Oh so he’s a lil fucked up, got it. Here he is developing a bruise kink on top of everything else going on.

     

    Something’s different, just in general. Like wearing sunglasses, a filter of sorts over everything, but if Shane was in any way honest with himself, he’d know it was more like going without for the first time.

    He’s painfully aware of his body these days; how it looks, how it moves, how it responds to… stimuli. And it is responding, lately. His bruises, too: always just there, so used to them they’d barely registered anymore, but recently there’s been a sort of constant hum of them at the edge of his awareness. It’s a layer of input he really doesn’t need right now, busy as he is.

    But he’s been woken up. Restless. Needy.

    Late in bed, when all his chores are done, fingers travel up to his collarbone, where the newest acquisition is waiting for him.

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    24 Feb 2026

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    “I can’t believe you’ve never tried edging before. You’re so sensitive and desperate, you’re perfect for it.”

    Shane was shocked, then embarrassed, then offended, and then Hunter was swallowing him down again and all of that fizzled away.

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    Shane and Ilya invite their good friend, Scott Hunter over.

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    14 Feb 2026

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    Shane's brought Ilya to his cottage, which means something, doesn't it? And whether it's a test, or an experiment, or an audition - Ilya is determined he will triumph. By any means necessary.

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    Relentlessly explicit companion piece to rush&roulette; another missing scene, this time from the heart of the cottage, from Ilya's POV. Revisiting that specific request of Shane’s because now, everything is different.

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    He smiled at Shane’s startled look, moving in close, overriding any objection with a kiss. He'd show him. Come on. What did he expect? Bring Ilya to an isolated house of glass, he was going to be pressing Shane against every damn window.

    He crowded him with deliberate intent, squeezing Shane's chest and pushing him back. Kissing his mouth, his neck. Trying to tell him with his lips and tongue that he was here, they were here; that what they had was sunlit and sober and real and worthy.

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    09 Feb 2026

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