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Hayden turns up his nose as he pulls his pads on. “You smell weird.”
Shane lifts his arm to his nose and sniffs it. All he can smell is his cologne. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, man.”
Hayden looks Shane up and down. He leans in closer. “You’re flushed too.” He reaches out and puts his hand to Shane’s forehead. “You’re warm, I’m pretty sure. Are you sure you should be playing tonight?”
Shane bats Hayden’s hand away. “Will you cut it out? I’m not one of your kids. I’m not missing playing Boston because you think my vibes are off.”
Hayden cracks a smile. “Believe me, I know you’re not one of my kids. My kids are much more affectionate than you are. The stubbornness though, that’s similar.”
“Yeah yeah whatever, I’m playing in the game,” Shane says.
“I know, you’d never miss a chance to kick Rozanov’s ass.”
“It’s not about him.” Shane is only half lying. He’d have to be dead or forced to miss playing a game and Hayden knows it. But he also will be damned if he doesn’t show up to kick Ilya’s ass. And he knows Ilya won’t shut up about it if Shane sicks out of the game. And Ilya has already texted him about meeting up after the game. He’s not missing that.
“Sure it’s not.”
The first two periods are fine. The Metros and the Raiders are tied two to two.
Then Shane is face to face with Ilya, waiting for the puck to come between them. Shane’s never been able to smell Ilya’s scent before. He’s memorized the scent of his cologne, even considered buying it to spray on his own pillows and sheets in a moment of weakness, but he’s never been able to smell the smokey pine scent that the tabloids like to rave about. Not that he reads them. But you know, when he is at the dentist or something and he picks one up, it’s not his fault if Ilya is on the front page.
The scent is new and entirely intoxicating. Shane blinks his eyes trying to focus. He doesn’t have time to think about why he can suddenly smell Ilya’s scent. Shane is a beta, betas can’t smell alpha or omega scents.
Ilya’s nostrils flare. “Did you fuck an omega just before this?”
Ilya has said a lot of shit to get into Shane’s head over the years but this is a first.
“What? No.” Shane tries to focus. Tries to ignore the scent of pine getting stronger. It’s like Ilya is trying to cover Shane with his scent. “What are you doing?” Shane hisses. “Stop.”
“I’m not doing shit, Hollander,” Ilya insists even though his scent covers Shane’s nose. Ilya seems more annoyed than usual. The scent makes Shane’s knees weak for a second before he shakes it off. What the hell is happening to him?
The third period is almost over when Shane collapses. It’s humiliating. All of his muscles give out as he falls onto the ice. Hayden is at his side almost immediately but he quickly retreats.
“Dude, your scent.” Hayden covers his nose as everything grows hazy as Shane slips in and out of consciousness. He can vaguely smell Ilya’s pine scent. He thinks how much he likes pine. How it reminds him of his cabin.
“What the fuck is happening to him?” he hears Ilya shout. Shane shivers at his voice, the desperation in it, and he feels wetness between his legs.
“Give Mr. Hollander space!” one medic demands.
The whole game has come to a stop around Shane. Part of Shane wants to yell at everyone to go back to playing. Just give him a second to get up and he’ll be fine. He can keep playing. A little fall is no reason to stop a game.
“He’s presenting,” someone says.
“He’s a beta,” someone else says. “And isn’t he like twenty-five? That’s too old to present.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Ilya growls.
“Ilya,” Shane groans. He doesn’t know what’s going on but deep inside he knows he needs Ilya. Needs him close. Needs his touch. He’d kick himself for thinking that normally. They have been very clear that their arrangement doesn’t allow for those sorts of feelings. But now all he wants is Ilya and he doesn’t care about denying it.
“Ilya,” Shane says again.
“You’re okay, Mr. Hollander, we’re getting you out of here,” one medic says.
It’s getting harder to stay awake. Waves of heat are coursing through Shane’s body, making him shudder and shake. The last thing Shane hears before he passes out is Ilya shouting, “Let me through!”
Shane wakes up to cramps and sweat slick skin. He’s in some sort of medical gown and he’s sweating through it. The fabric is sticking to his skin. He starts fighting to take it off. The touch of the fabric, the stickiness of it, is oppressive. He’s laying on a cot and he can feel some wetness on his skin that isn’t from sweat. “Oh fuck no,” Shane mutters. “This can’t be happening.” He’s a beta. He’s been a beta his whole life. This truly cannot be happening.
Omegas don’t play in the MLH. There’s no rule against it, technically an omega could play but there’s a reason they don’t. Shane would be the first. What a fucking honor that he never in a million years would want.
Suddenly that newly familiar smokey pine scent floats back into Shane’s nose. Fuck. Ilya. He’s never needed Ilya so bad. He’s never been able to take Ilya’s knot before, never even remotely wanted to. He likes a little pain but not that sort of pain. But now it’s all that he can think about. Ilya’s thick cock and even thicker knot stretching his hole, filling him up. To Shane’s horror, thoughts of Ilya coming inside him and locking it inside until it takes with his knot.
What the fuck is going on? Shane is a professional hockey player. He can’t be getting pregnant omega or not. Sure some of the women’s teams have players who take breaks for pregnancy but with no omegas in the men’s leagues they aren’t equipped for a player to go on fucking maternity leave.
Shane’s heat addled brain, because yes, he’s admitted to himself that what is happening to him right now is in heat, doesn’t care about all those considerations. All his brain wants, all his hole wants, is Ilya’s thick cock filling him up.
“Let me in,” Shane hears Ilya demand.
“Fuck no, man,” Hayden says. “I don’t know what you want with him but you need to leave.”
“Why are you lurking out here huh? Like a fucking guard dog. Trying to keep him for yourself?”
“Fuck off, Rozanov, I’m fucking married and he’s my best friend. I’m not just going to let any alpha who puffs his chest into see him.”
Part of Shane is grateful that Hayden is standing by him no matter what his secondary gender turns out to be. An even bigger part of him is beyond frustrated at Hayden for standing between him and the knot he so desperately needs.
“You can smell him,” Ilya says. “He needs me and I’m not arguing with you. Let me in.”
“You need to go,” Hayden insists.
“I’m not going anywhere and I’ll go through you if I need to.”
Shane shivers at the determination in Ilya’s voice. “Alpha,” he whines. Fuck that’s embarrassing. He is not going to call fucking Ilya “alpha.” Ilya tried to get him to do it a few years ago when Ilya was fucking him but Shane had resolutely refused and Ilya had let it go after a little teasing.
Shane pulls himself up from the cot and hobbles towards the door, trying to ignore the shooting pains of his cramps and the aching in all his limbs from the fever. What’s even harder to ignore is the wetness slowly dripping down his legs. They took him out of his boxers when they put him in the gown, Shane realizes. But he doesn’t have the space to feel weird about that, he needs to get to Ilya.
He finally reaches the door and Ilya’s scent is overwhelming. Shane keens. His sweaty hand slips are he tries to turn the doorknob, but eventually he gets it open. “Hayden,” he croaks through the crack in the door. He hates how weak his voice sounds. “Let him in.”
Hayden whirls around to look at Shane but Shane is only looking at Ilya. Those piercing eyes are boring holes in his skin. “You can’t be serious. Is this some sort of heat brain or?”
Shane shakes his head and tries to look at his friend. “No, I need him.”
“Buddy, we can get you an alpha. It doesn’t have to be this fucker.” Hayden looks slightly desperate.
“No,” Shane says, slightly panicked now. “It has to be him. It has to be Ily––I mean Rozanov. I need him.” Hayden still looks unsure. “Please.”
Ilya looks entirely too smug and mouths “he needs me” while raising his eyebrows at Hayden as Hayden looks between the two of them.
“You sure about this?” Hayden asks.
“Positive,” Shane says. He’s feeding Ilya’s ego way too much right now. Probably feeding his alpha pride too. But that’s something Shane has to accept to get what he wants, what he needs.
Hayden sighs. “Fine. Okay. But call me if you need me.” He hands Shane his phone. He turns to Ilya. “If you do anything he doesn’t want, I will find you and I will kill you.”
Ilya looks Hayden up and down. “I’m terrified.”
“Rozanov,” Shane says. “C’mon.”
Now it’s Ilya turn to sigh. “I’m not going to do anything bad to him. I’m just going to give him what he needs.”
“Call me as soon as you’re . . . done,” Hayden says as he leaves. “Don’t make me hunt you down, Rozanov.”
As soon as he’s gone, all Shane can see is Ilya. “He thinks because you’re an omega you can’t seek your own revenge if I fuck up?”
“Fuck off, he’s being a good friend.”
Ilya hums. He doesn’t seem convinced.
Shane shifts uncomfortably. The cramps are getting worse. The fever too. If they gave him anything for the presentation symptoms it’s not helping.
Now Ilya is looking Shane up and down. He had seemed so sure when he was confronting Hayden but now he’s hesitating.
“Are you gonna fuck me or what?” Shane snaps. He doesn’t have time for whatever hang up this is.
“Are you sure about this?” Ilya asks. All of his smugness is gone. “It’s your presentation, your first heat.”
“Fuck me now,” Shane says. “Or I’ll find someone who will.”
Ilya’s eyes narrow. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“If that’s what it takes to get a knot in me. Hey, is Marleau still around? Maybe he can help?” Shane barely knows what he’s saying. All he knows is that he’s trying to get a rise out of Ilya. It’s working too, there’s an angry edge to his pine scent but suddenly his scent calms again.
“I don’t believe you,” Ilya says. He steps forward and Shane backs up on instinct. Ilya steps through the door and shuts it behind him and keeps walking forward, forcing Shane to back up. “I seem to remember you saying that you need me. That it has to be me.”
“Did I say that?” Shane tries to hide how desperate he is for Ilya’s touch but his body hurts with wanting. “I don’t remember saying that.”
“Mhm. You did,” Ilya says. “I distinctly remember it. But I think I need to hear you say it one more time. Just to be sure.”
“Asshole,” Shane spits. He can feel the slick leaking down his legs. He keeps backing up until he hits the cot and suddenly he’s too close to Ilya but also not close enough.
“Say it,” Ilya says.
Shane whines. “Rozanov, please.”
“Such pretty sounds but not what I asked for.”
He’s so big, so alpha, fuck Shane needs him inside him right now. As his hole drips, his pride falters just long enough for him to say, “Please, Rozanov, I need you.”
Ilya smirks and he gently pushes Shane backwards onto the cot. “There we go, there’s a good omega.”
A rush goes through Shane at those words. They shouldn’t turn him on so much. Being an alpha’s good omega. But it does. Maybe just because it’s Ilya who is saying it. But he’d never admit that.
Shane shuffles backwards up the cot until his back is against the wall. Ilya climbs onto the cot and crawls like a prowling cat until he’s hovering over Shane’s body, face to face with him.
Ilya sniffs the air. “God, you smell so fucking good, Hollander.”
“Yeah? What do I smell like?” Shane can’t help but ask.
“Like rain, like how the it smells after it rains.”
“Petrichor?”
“What?”
“Petrichor, the smell of soil after a rainstorm.”
“I don’t fucking know.” Ilya shakes his head. “Do you want to talk about fancy words or do you want to get fucked, Hollander?”
“Fucked,” Shane says. “Definitely fucked.”
Ilya smirks. “Thought so.”
He reaches down between Shane’s legs under his gown. Shane trembles as Ilya’s fingers find his dripping hole. “Shit, you’re so wet. You’re fucking soaked.”
“Fuck off,” Shane groans.
“I don’t think you want that actually,” Ilya says as he sinks two fingers into Shane.
And fuck does that feel good. It’s never felt this good before. It’s like finally seeing in color. He can feel every ridge of Ilya’s fingers inside him. Every point of contact between them overwhelms him.
It’s even worse when Ilya starts to move. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Shane chants. It’s all so good. He can’t even imagine what it will be like when Ilya’s cock is inside him. Just the thought of it makes Shane almost salivate. He needs Ilya’s cock, his knot, more than anything he’s ever needed. He needs it more than air.
Ilya’s fingers are good but he knows that his cock will be even better.
“Rozanov please, your cock.”
“Sh, sh,” Ilya coos. His scent is overwhelming. Shane has never been able to smell Ilya’s arousal before. But now he can and it’s like an endless feedback loop. Smelling Ilya only makes Shane wetter. “You’ll get it soon. Alpha will give it to you. Alpha knows what you need.”
“I’m not calling you that,” Shane gets out between moans.
“We’ll see,” Ilya says. He slips a third finger into Shane. The stretch is delicious but Shane knows it’s nothing compared to the stretch of his cock.
Shane’s cock is harder than it’s ever been and his cock is dripping almost as much as his ass. His gown is tented and there’s a wet spot where his cock is.
The gown feels even more oppressive than before.
Shane starts to thrash. “Get this stupid thing off me.”
Ilya pulls his fingers out of Shane and Shane whines at the loss. “I know, I know, they’ll be back before you know it.”
Ilya hooks his fingers under Shane’s gown and pulls it over his head. Finally Shane is bare.
“Cock,” Shane demands. “Now.”
“Beg,” Ilya says.
“I’m not fucking begging.” Shane glares even though his hole is twitching at the emptiness.
Ilya leans back and the pain of the space hits Shane. “Then I guess you don’t need my cock that bad.”
“Fuck you,” Shane mutters.
“I don’t think that’s what you want.” Ilya looks so fucking smug. It makes Shane want to punch him. Or kiss him. Mostly kiss him.
Another round of cramps hits Shane. He need Ilya. Needs him so fucking badly.
“Rozanov, please,” Shane says.
Ilya raises an eyebrow. “Please what?”
Shane grits his teeth. “Fuck me please. I need your knot.”
Ilya smirks and maneuvers Shane’s body so that Ilya is between his legs and Shane’s knees are on Ilya’s shoulders. “Good omega.”
Again, those words shouldn’t be so hot.
Ilya brushes his cock against Shane’s hole and Shane’s breath hitches with anticipation. He brushes Shane’s hole again. And again. But doesn’t breach him. “Just put it in, asshole.”
Ilya finally sinks into Shane and it’s like seeing God. Ilya is so hot and thick inside him, filling him up, stretching him just right. “Fuck,” Shane sighs. The pain in his body begins to recede as euphoria fills him. It’s like every part of his body is on fire with pleasure, just at having a cock inside him. Ilya’s cock.
“You’re so wet, Hollander. So tight. So perfect for me,” Ilya groans.
He finally bottoms out inside Shane and doesn’t wait for him to adjust before he begins to move.
Everything about it is perfect. The feeling of Ilya inside of him. His cock dragging along every centimeter of Shane. Shane can barely breathe it feels so good. Ilya’s pine scent curls around Shane’s senses. It’s like breathing in intoxicating fumes. Shane feels dizzy with it.
Ilya bears down on Shane and thrusts into him relentlessly. Shane is moving back and forth on the bed. “Fuck, please, please.” Shane doesn’t know what he’s begging for at this point. All his pride is gone. He’s just begging.
“Sh, I know, I know,” Ilya grins down at Shane. “My cock is all you need.”
Shane doesn’t even have it in him to tell him to shut up. He just moans as Ilya’s cock pounds into him. His legs are trembling on Ilya’s shoulders as Ilya folds him in half.
He feels a familiar tightening in his stomach. “Fuck, Rozanov, I’m gonna come,” Shane pants.
“Already?” Ilya asks. “So quick, Hollander. So desperate. Such a slut for me. My perfect slutty omega.” Ilya shifts his hips and hits the one spot inside of Shane that has him seeing stars.
Something about those words. My omega. Combined with Ilya hitting his prostate, it has Shane painting stripes of white on his stomach. Shane shouts “Rozanov” as he comes.
Ilya doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow down. “That’s how you should always come. With my name on your lips.”
The cocky asshole. But Shane has to admit. That idea doesn’t sound half bad.
Normally he would need some rest after coming but the heat must be doing something to his body because the pleasure just keeps building after his orgasm.
He starts to feel like he’s floating as Ilya slams into him. Everything feels so good it’s almost other worldly. He doesn’t know how he’s been living without this feeling.
He doesn’t know how much time passes, he loses himself in the sensation of Ilya inside of him. He can feel the cot getting soaked with his slick beneath him. Part of him wonders how much of Ilya’s precum is in that puddle. The thought of it makes him shiver. Their fluids mixing together where their bodies are joined.
“Rozanov,” Shane moans. Suddenly he’s desperate for Ilya’s lips. “Kiss, fuck, please.”
For once Ilya doesn’t tease, doesn’t make Shane wait. He bends Shane even more and brings their lips together is a messy vicious kiss. It’s rough but it’s perfect. Ilya’s tongue fucks into Shane’s mouth just like his cock, dominating his mouth, making his whine. Ilya pulls back and nips Shane’s bottom lip, pulling another moan out of Shane.
Shane can feel Ilya’s knot beginning to swell. Suddenly the thought of Ilya filling him up, locking his cum inside with his knot comes back to Shane. He’s always wanted kids eventually but he never thought he’d be the one pregnant. But right now all he can think about is Ilya’s hot cum filling him and taking. Him swelling with Ilya’s baby until he can’t hide it anymore.
“Don’t pull out,” he begs. “Please. Come inside me.”
Ilya smirks. “You want my baby, huh? Want me to make sure it takes?” His eyes flash. “I’ll give you what you want, Hollander.”
His thrusts speed up. Shane flatters himself that Ilya is just as into this as he is. That Ilya wants him walking around pregnant.
“Everyone will know you have an alpha,” Ilya grunts. “They’ll see your big belly and know I was the alpha who got you like that. They’ll smell my scent on you from my cum, from my baby.”
Shane moans at the thought. “Fuck, yes, want that so bad.” A small part of him can’t help but hope that that would be a real future for them. Not now but eventually. Normally Shane would shut that part down as soon as possible. But he’s too wrapped up in Ilya. In the feeling of his cock inside of him. Of his knot slowly expanding inside of Shane.
“Fuck, your knot, it’s so big,” Shane says. “I don’t know if it’ll fit.”
Ilya smirks. “I promise you. I’ll make it fit.” He snaps his hips harder as if to prove his point, forcing his growing knot into Shane.
“Alpha,” Shane moans. He’s going to come again soon, he can feel it.
Ilya’s cock twitches inside him. “Say it again,” he growls.
Shane is too lost in the pleasure to be embarrassed. “Alpha, alpha, please, come inside me. Knot me. I need it. Need your knot.”
Ilya’s knot is huge now and he’s losing his rhythm, his thrusts growing more erratic as he pounds into Shane.
“Fuck,” Ilya says. “Fuck, I’m going to come. Going to fill you up and knot you. Get you pregnant so everyone knows you’re mine.”
“Please,” Shane begs.
Ilya’s knot catches and sticks, stretching Shane as Ilya spills inside of him with a growl. Shane whines at the stretch and the white hot cum filling him.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Shane chants.
Ilya keeps thrusting into him lightly even though his knot keeps him from moving much. He wraps his fingers around Shane’s cock. and begins to move his hand along his cock “C’mon, Hollander, come for me one last time. Be a good omega for your alpha.”
Shane spills over Ilya’s hand, crying out as he does.
Ilya holds his hand up and licks Shane’s cum off his fingers.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Shane mutters.
“I know,” Ilya says.
“Asshole.”
“Asshole who you let knot you. Asshole who is still coming inside you.”
Shane shifts slightly and the discomfort must show on his face because Ilya unhooks Shane’s knees from his shoulder and lays both of them on their sides face to face.
“You didn’t think about the position, did you?” Shane asks. “You didn’t think about what it would be like when you knotted me.”
Ilya rolls his eyes. “Sorry, who was it begging to be fucked as quickly as possible?”
They lie in silence for a little while, but Shane feels like he has to say something with the two of them face to face. “You know the baby stuff, that was um, that was just sex talk. I don’t want to have a baby right now. I mean eventually I might want a baby but right now you know there’s hockey and there’s never been a male omega in the league. And um I don’t want you to think that I’m like looking to get pregnant or have your baby or something now that I’m an omega. And––“
“Hollander,” Ilya interrupts. “Shut up.”
“Dick,” Shane says. “I was just trying to make sure you understood––“
“I know. I do understand. Don’t be boring.”
“Birth control and contraception isn’t boring.”
“Yes it is.”
Shane sighs and reaches for his phone. “I should call Hayden. He’s probably worried.”
Ilya shakes his head and knocks Shane’s phone out of his hand. “You are not calling another alpha with my knot still in your ass.”
Shane raises an eyebrow, doing his best to look unimpressed. “Are you going to act like a typical knothead alpha now that I’m an omega?” It still feels weird to say it. Shane is an omega now. His whole life is about to change. He tries to ignore it and just focus on right now.
“It’s not being a knothead to not want another alpha involved when my cock is still inside someone.”
“Sure it’s not.” Somewhere deep inside Shane, something is delighted with the show of possessiveness. Maybe it was all dirty talk for Ilya but maybe he was just a little serious about wanting Shane to be his. Wanting everyone to know Shane was his.
“So how long does your knot take to go down?” Shane asks. It’s been a few minutes and his knot is still swollen and stuck inside Shane’s ass.
Ilya looks around before looking back at Shane. “I um, I don’t know. I’ve never knotted anyone before.”
“What?” Shane can’t hide his shock. “You’re constantly fucking different omegas.”
Ilya shrugs like it’s casual but Shane can tell it’s not. “I just never knotted any of them. It’s not a big deal, Hollander.”
“Right. Of course it isn’t.” Shane smiles slightly to himself. Ilya’s never knotted anyone. Never knotted anyone but him.
Ilya glares at him. “Stop being cocky. That’s my job.”
“No, being an asshole is your job.” Shane doesn’t know how much he really minds though.
“You think your friend is going to say anything?” Ilya asks suddenly.
“Hayden?” Shane asks. “Nah, he’s discrete. He’ll ask me a shit ton of questions and give me endless shit for letting you anywhere near me, but he won’t say anything.”
“Good,” Ilya says.
“What afraid it’ll ruin your reputation if people know you fucked an omega in need?”
Ilya scoffs. “I was being entirely self interested.”
“Of course you were,” Shane says. But he knows the truth. He heard the worry in Ilya’s voice when he collapsed. Smelled it in his scent when he was arguing with Hayden. But he won’t push Ilya on it. For now. Not while things are this good.