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Explicit

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M/M

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Heated Rivalry (TV)

Relationship:

Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov

Characters:

Shane Hollander, Ilya Rozanov, Troy Barrett, Wyatt Hayes, Harris Drover, Rose Landry, Scott Hunter (Game Changers), Kip Grady, Svetlana Vetrova, Hayden Pike, Luca Haas

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Alternate Universe - Hospital, Secret Marriage, Top Ilya Rozanov, Bottom Shane Hollander, Cunnilingus, Shane Hollander Has A Vagina, Ilya Rozanov Has a Big Dick, Vaginal Sex, Creampie, Neurosurgeon Shane Hollander, ER Doctor Ilya Rozanov, Texting, Group Chats, Trans Shane Hollander, not beta read we die like men, Brain Surgery, Squirting and Vaginal Ejaculation, Caring Ilya Rozanov, This Author hates AI

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English

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Published: 2026-03-10 Words: 6,620 Chapters: 1/1

Dr. Hollander's Mysterious Husband

Summary

“You're married?” Doctor Pike asks.

“Only recently,” Shane says, “but we were together for eight years before getting married.” He smiles, and thinking about his husband provides a little bit of solace amidst thinking about his lost wedding band.

“You definitely came to work with it?”

“Definitely.” Shane murmurs. “I keep it on. My husband works nights in the ER, so we’re like ships passing in the night. I keep it on since we don't get to see each other often.” His brow furrows, heart sinking in his chest a little at his lost wedding band.

“Husband? In the ER?”

Or:
Shane loses his wedding band and the neurology department discovers Dr Shane Hollander has a husband... who works in the hospital's ER. Now they're determined to uncover the identity of his mysterious husband.

Notes

I'm BACKKKKKKKKKK okay okay this is inspired by a tweet I saw here and I just couldn't resist omg thank you OP for this incredible big brain moment!!!
Genuinely I haven't stopped thinking about this since I saw that thread it literally I bc added my mind so I hope I did it justice!!
Obviously I am no doctor so if you are umm... I'm sorry??? Hospitals scare me and idk how to do brain surgery x

As usual this is not beta read. We die like MEN. Shane has a pussy because I said so. If you aren't cool w that I suggest you leave now

Shane swears the last time he saw his wedding ring was when he came into work that morning. He remembers it clearly - he came into the hospital, clocked in for his shift, and was fiddling around with it, looking through the notes for the surgery he's scheduled to perform today. But somehow, between clocking in and getting scrubbed for the operating theatre, it’s disappeared. 

It's only when he goes to remove his wedding ring to get into his scrubs that he realises it's gone. The white gold Cartier love ring is engraved with H&R 19-6-25, with eight encrusted diamonds - one for every year they were together before getting married. Shane’s heart stops in his chest when he goes to pull the ring off his finger and it isn't there. 

“Has anyone seen my wedding band?” Shane asks, glancing around the scrub room at the other doctors, who are all preparing for surgery. The patient they're operating on is here for a corpus callosotomy, to sever the corpus callosum and separate both halves of the brain to prevent violent seizures.  They've prepared for a long time for the surgery, and Shane prides himself in being organised, down to every minute detail. 

Well, that's clearly not true for his misplaced wedding band. 

“You're married?” Doctor Pike asks. 

“Only recently,” Shane says, “but we were together for eight years before getting married.” He smiles, and thinking about his husband provides a little bit of solace amidst thinking about his lost wedding band. 

“You definitely came to work with it?” 

“Definitely.” Shane murmurs. “I keep it on. My husband works nights in the ER, so we’re like ships passing in the night. I keep it on since we don't get to see each other often.” His brow furrows, heart sinking in his chest a little at his lost wedding band. 

“Husband? In the ER?” Doctor Barrett asks, noseying in on the conversation. “Here?” 

“It would make sense for us to work at the same hospital, yes.” Shane says, almost sarcastically as he slides his hands into the first set of gloves. 

“You've never mentioned even having a casual fling, let alone a whole husband.” Shane lets out a snort at that. 

“Have you considered that I don't have casual flings because I'm in a committed relationship?” 

“Yeah, but—” Shane can see the cogs turning in Troy’s mind. “You know what I meant. You've never spoken about your personal life before.” 

“I like to keep them separate,” explains Shane, “I don't like to mix my personal and work life.” 

“You met at work?” Hayden asks as the scrub technician helps him finish scrubbing in. 

“No, in med school— jeez Hayden I've only worked here for three years.” Shane chuckles softly. “We met in our second year of med school in UBC, and then both moved to Ottawa together.” 

“Who is he?” Troy asks. 

“None of your business,” Shane says with a taunting smile, “but if you manage to find my ring, I might tell you.” 

“How are we meant to find it if we don't know what it looks like?” Doctor Hayes asks. 

“It's a white gold Cartier love band. Eight encrusted diamonds, has ‘H&R’ engraved on it with our wedding date.” Shane says flatly. “Come on, let's go.” He makes his way out of the scrubbing station and into the operating theatre. 

“H&R?” Troy murmurs. “The H obviously stands for Hollander… what about the R?” Hayden shrugs. 

“And works in the ER? That could be anyone on any given day.” 

“Shall we make a bet?” Wyatt asks as they make their way to the operating theatre. 

“What are we betting on?” Asks Troy. 

“On who Doctor Hollander’s husband is, obviously.” 

“To do that we’d have to compile a list of everyone working in the ER.” Hayden points out. “Not sure about you guys but I'm only there once every blue moon.” 

“Ask around. I want to know who his husband is.” 

“We could just hound him until he tells us.” Troy suggests.

“Doctor Hollander is hard to crack. Probably easier to get information from a brick wall.” 

Shane doesn't realise it, but he's just set in motion the biggest betting pool that the neurology department has ever seen. 

*** 

“Come on! What the fuck are you all doing!” Ilya snips. “Get it together!” It's been a fucking long night, but the team can't seem to stay organised and calm with the influx of patients. A multi-car pile up means the ER department is significantly busier— and understaffed. 

It's not often Ilya gets angry like this. He really tries not to, especially since learning that he's got a reputation in the hospital for being particularly… short tempered. It's not intentional, but in such a high pressure environment, he really should be able to rely on his team. It's what they get paid for, after all. 

He's in a particularly foul mood today because he's halfway through his work week, which means it's been three days since he’s seen Shane. Despite living together, they rarely see each other when they're not on their days off. Not to mention he had a text from him this afternoon when he woke up. 

My Shane 💍♥️14:32

Lost my wedding band in the hospital 😔 asked everyone to keep a look out for it… 

My Shane 💍♥️14:32

Devastated I can’t look for it until I get out of surgery… when you come in for your shift can you see if anyone has turned it in for me?

My Shane 💍♥️14:33

Scrubbing in now, I love you ♥️ 

Me 14:59 

We’ll find it and if not I'll buy you a new one 😘

Me 14:59 

Good luck in surgery, Doctor Hollander ♥️

No one had handed it in when Ilya went to lost property, but then again, it has only been a few hours. It likely wouldn't be found unless a cleaner stumbles upon it. 

They're tending to one of the car crash victims who has been placed in an induced coma, but somehow, everyone is acting like it's their first day on the job. 

“Doctor Rozanov! Should we—” 

“Doctor Rozanov! What do we do—” 

“Doctor Rozanov! Have you heard—” 

“Doctor Rozanov! We don't know—” 

God, no one seems to be able to think for themselves today. Rationally, Ilya knows that for the most part, they are all asking reasonable questions. He's their team leader after all. But still, it would be nice if they could solve a few more problems on their own while Ilya is preoccupied trying to stabilise the patient he's tending to as well as keep the ER running.

“Sorry you had to witness that.” Ilya murmurs to Luca, the student doctor under his care. 

“It's a high pressure environment,” Luca says, “we’re only human.” Ilya cracks a small smile. He's particularly wise for a student, something Ilya definitely never was. 

“This is not a normal night in the ER by any measure.” Ilya chuckles. “You won't see that side of me often.” Ilya watches as Luca flinches. “What?” 

“Actually…” Ilya’s gaze is so sharp it almost bores holes into Luca’s face. Ilya rolls his eyes. “Someone told me you eat doctors for breakfast.” Ilya blinks, baffled and confused. 

“What?” 

“Yeah. They said you… bite doctors heads off… or something.” Luca recounts, brows furrowed in confusion. Ilya stares at him, his mind working overtime to process what the fuck Luca just said to him. He stares and face contorted, and then it clicks in a split second. Ilya chortles. 

“Luca…” 

“What?” 

“That's an… what's the word… an idiom,” Ilya explains, “I don't literally bite doctors' heads off. It's a saying. For… getting mad, or shouting at someone.” Luca looks at him, suddenly feeling stupid because obviously Doctor Rozanov does not literally bite doctors’ heads off. He really should have clocked that it means he can be snappy. 

“Oh. That makes sense.” Ilya can only feel sympathy. He's been in the exact same boat before when he first moved to Canada for medical school. 

“English is weird.” Ilya says. “You'll get used to it.” 

*** 

When Shane comes out of the operating theatre, his ring still hasn't been turned in. Ilya is on shift at the moment in the ER, but according to one of the nurses, it's stupidly busy after a multi-car pile up, so that means he won't be able to swing by and see him before he leaves. 

He gets out of his scrubs and cleans up. The surgery went well, especially for one that is rarely performed. He removes and tosses his surgical gloves, and when he grabs his things from the locker, his heart sinks a little when he sees his wedding band missing from the pile of his belongings. It'll be almost seven grand down the drain if he can't find it. A blow to the bank, but a bigger blow to his heart. 

“Hey, Doctor Landry works in the urgent care unit right?” Hayden says to Troy as they grab their stuff from their lockers. Troy thinks for a moment— it's true, she does. She transferred from anaesthesiology to urgent care recently. For what reason, Troy cannot say. He'd rather be in hell than in urgent care. 

“Yeah, that's true. Think she knows people in the ER?” He asks. 

“Only one way to find out.” 

*** 

“So let me get this straight,” Rose says, “you finished surgery, could be going home since your shift ended, but instead you're in urgent care to ask me if I know who Doctor Hollander’s mysterious husband working in ER is?” She cocks a brow, and Troy, Wyatt, and Hayden all look at each other. When she puts it that way, it sounds a bit ridiculous. 

“Yes?” 

“How do you know he's not lying about having a husband?” 

“He doesn't seem like the lying type.” Wyatt says, and Rose doesn't argue with that. 

“Hmm… I don't think I know any doctors in the department at least, whose name begins with R… other than me. But I assure you I am not married to Doctor Hollander.” She says lightheartedly. “I'm intrigued. I didn't even know he was seeing anyone, let alone that he's married.” 

“Apparently, married not long ago,” Hayden shrugs, “we didn't know till today either when he asked if any of us had seen his wedding band on the way to the theatre.” 

“Doctor Hollander seems like the type to splurge on his wedding band too.” Rose says, observant as ever. 

“Oh, he did, it's a white gold, diamond encrusted Cartier love band. So if you see it… turn it in. He looks heart broken about it.” 

“Duly noted. I've gotta get back to work, but I'll ask around… I want to know who is lucky enough and handsome enough to bag Doctor Hollander.” 

***

Shane feels lucky as ever when the next day, he clocks in for his shift and his wedding band has been turned in. He lets out a huge sigh of relief as he collects it from lost property, courtesy of nurse Drover, who informs him that somebody turned in a wedding band that matches his. 

“Doctor Barrett told me you'd lost it and to keep an eye out for it.” Harris had said. “I don't even know you were married.” 

“Thanks Harris.” Shane sighs, relieved. “We just keep our personal lives separated from work is all. Nothing personal.” He murmurs sheepishly. 

“Cute.” Harris says with a smile. “I'm glad you've got your ring back.” 

“Yeah, me too. Otherwise my husband would have had to fork out another seven grand to replace it.” It's pocket change for Shane and Ilya, but for Harris, who is only in his first year as a nurse, almost has a heart attack at that. “I've gotta go, but thanks again, Harris.” Shane claps his shoulder, giving it a soft squeeze before he heads out of the office to start his shift. 

When Shane leaves, Harris pulls out his phone. 

Me 12:56 

I'm in. Who has everyone betted on? 

Troy Barrett 12:59 

No one yet… we don't know enough doctors that fit the description… happen to know any? 

Me 13:00 

😬😬😬 

Troy Barrett 13:01 

Rose is sending over a list in a bit that she's managed to scrape together. 

Me 12:01 

Let's go through it on break. 

***

“Doctor Roberts… Doctor Reid… Doctor Rogers… Doctor Russell… none of these seem like they'd be Shane’s husband.” Hayden says to Troy as he reads out the text from Rose with a few names on it. 

“Is Doctor Reid the one that used to be in psychiatry? Super smart, has two medical degrees?” Hayden nods. 

“The very one.” 

“Could be him.” Wyatt shrugs. “But wouldn't bet on it.” 

“Doctor Ramsey? Who is that?” Harris asks, brows furrowed as he stares at the list of names. 

“I think he's new in the ER.” Hayden says. “But Shane said they didn't meet at work and they met in medical school, so I doubt it's him.” 

“What about Doctor Rozanov?” Troy asks as they get to the bottom of Rose’s very short list. Hayden snorts. 

“Definitely not. He's too angry to have a husband, especially a husband like Shane. No way.” Troy doesn't look so sure. 

“I'm gonna bet on him. Five hundred dollars. You never know.” Wyatt looks at him wide eyed. 

“You're going to be five hundred dollars poorer when we find out who his husband is.” Troy shrugs. 

“It's pocket change.” 

*** 

The bet slowly makes its way around the hospital, though Shane is completely oblivious. There's even a group chat for doctors and nurses to place bets. 

Rose Landry added Svetlana Vetrova and Scott Hunter to the group “Dr. Hollander’s Mysterious Husband” 

Scott 15:36 

So Rose says we’ve ruled out Doctor Ramsey and Doctor Rozanov for certain? 

Troy 15:37 

I bet on Doctor Rozanov. $500. Feeling confident about it 

Svetlana 15:46 

Does anyone in this chat actually work in the ER? 

Rose 15:58 

Nope. Trying to network all the way to the ER lol 

Scott 16:23 

Oh wait hold on 

Scot Hunter added Kip Grady to the group chat “Dr. Hollander’s Mysterious Husband” 

Scott 16:24 

My boyfriend works in the ER maybe he knows 

Wyatt 16:25 

You have a boyfriend??? 

Scott 16:25 

Don't sound so surprised. 

Kip 16:38 

Why am I in this??? 

Kip 16:38 

I barely even know who Doctor Hollander is??? 

Kip 16:39 

Oh but I think you've got most of the doctors in the list so…

Hayden 16:40 

None of these seem like they'd be Shane’s husband? 

Rose 16:44 

Place your bets and we’ll find out. 

Troy 17:03 

Sticking with my bet. 

Rose 17:07 

Rose Landry started a poll 

• Docor Ramsey
• 0 votes 
• Doctor Richard 
• 2 votes
• Doctor Roberts
• 2 votes
• Doctor Rozanov 
• 1 vote
• Doctor Rogers 
• 3 votes
• Doctor Reid 
• 4 votes

Hayden 17:07 

Hayden Pike pinned a poll to the group chat 

Svetlana 17:17 

Everyone’s betting $500? 

Kip 17:18 

Fine, yes. 

Rose 17:19 

Poll closes when we find out who Shane’s husband is 👀

Wyatt 17:23 

Keep adding people too you never know who might know 

Scott 17:34 

You are all so nosey does Dr Hollander know about this? 

Hayden 17:35 

You literally voted??? And added your boyfriend. 

Hayden 17:36 

No he doesn't 😂

*** 

Shane is on call from noon until midnight, so for once, he gets to see Ilya before Ilya’s shift starts. 

“It's nice waking up to see you still in bed.” Ilya smiles softly, eyes peeling open as he reaches a hand out to caress Shane’s face. Shane is on his side, watching as Ilya rouses to consciousness. “It's equally nice to see you have found your wedding band.” 

“Harris told me someone turned it in. I immediately went to claim it yesterday before my shift started.” Ilya’s face softens as he stares at his husband. He's got the most beautiful, warming hazel eyes, the most wonderful freckles, and the cutest smile. Fuck, it's been so long since they've gotten to lay like this and have an easy, slow morning together. 

“You look so pretty today.” Ilya sighs tenderly, his thumb brushing the bridge of Shane’s nose. 

“Have we got time before you leave for work?” Shane asks. “It's been a while, so…” Shane averts his gaze away, his cheeks tinting pink. Ilya feels his cock twitch, his heart racing in his chest. 

“I always have time for you, malysh.” With one smooth motion, he pushes Shane onto his back and grasps both wrists, pinning them above Shane’s head. Shane lets out a soft whimper and leans up to kiss Ilya’s lips. 

Ilya is so fucking handsome like this. Shane feels like it's been a lifetime since they've had each other like this - with their schedules and work hours, they don't get to cherish each other as much as they'd like to. A small sacrifice to pay to keep up their lavish lifestyle. 

Shane mewls against Ilya’s mouth, melting into his kisses. He feels the gold cross on Ilya’s neck grazing his chest, the metal cool against his flushed skin. Shane squirms under him, feeling wet heat pool between his thighs. 

“Ilya…” Shane rasps against Ilya’s lips. He rocks his hips, just enough to feel Ilya’s growing erection brush his pubic bone. Ilya moves down his body, kissing his jaw, then down his neck and chest. He kisses and suckles on his nipple, moving down to his abdomen. Shane instinctively spreads his thighs, revealing his soft cunt, swollen and red and wet. 

“You are so beautiful.” Ilya sighs, sliding down between his thighs to kiss his clit. 

“Ah!” Shane gasps, more sensitive than usual. Ilya lets out a low groan, his tongue flitting out to gently lick his slit. He drags his tongue from the base of Shane’s slit and right up to his clit, moaning as the slick wetness floods his tongue. When he seals his lips around Shane’s clit, Shane’s hands drop to Ilya’s hair, holding him in place. “Fuck… fuck, Ilya…” 

Shane’s thighs are already trembling and squeezing around Ilya’s head as Ilya laps at his cunt, slow and steady, savouring every little bit. It's almost reverent. He worships Shane’s pussy like a man on his knees at the altar. Every time Shane moans and rocks his hips, Ilya lets out a moan that reverberates through his whole body. 

Every drop of slick that threatens to dribble from Shane’s cunt is lapped up by Ilya’s soft tongue. He kisses his pussy like he'd kiss Shane’s lips - soft and tender, sucking each lip between his teeth just to hear those beautiful noises from his husband and feel those firm thighs clench around him. His tongue pushes into Shane’s hole, lapping and flicking at his softened entrance as his hands dig into the muscle of his thighs. 

“I-Ilya…” Shane groans, bucking his hips to rub his clit against Ilya’s nose. His hole clenches and flutters around Ilya’s tongue as he feels that familiar feeling of his approaching orgasm pooling in his gut. He's inching closer and closer to his orgasm, sparks flickering under his skin. “Ilya… ‘m close…” Shane’s eyes slip shut, his hand tightening in Ilya’s curls. His breaths become shallow, chest puffing out with every breath as he tries to cling onto the edge. 

“My beautiful husband… so wonderful… missed you so much…” Ilya murmurs as Shane draped his leg over Ilya’s back, his heel digging into the meat of his back muscle. 

“I-Ilya… Ilya, fuck, fuck—!” It doesn't take long for Shane to come, his whole body tensing as he squirts, fluid splashing Ilya’s face and dripping onto the sheets. He lets out soft little noises as Ilya licks and works him through his orgasm, kissing and sucking at his cunt. 

When Shane gets too sensitive for any more, Ilya pulls away, a string of slick connecting his lips to Shane’s swollen, used cunt. His tongue flicks out, snapping the chain. Ilya’s eyes bore into Shane’s pussy, reddened and wet and dripping. His hole gapes, fluttering and clamping around nothing as Shane catches his breath, thighs trembling and sweat glistening on his skin. 

“Fucking hell.” Shane utters. “Fuck, I've missed that.” His leg falls to the side and off Ilya’s back as Ilya sits back on his haunches, his cock now fully hard as he watches Shane’s soft cunt, practically begging to be fucked. “Come here.” Shane pants, opening his arms. Ilya falls into his hold, Shane’s arms wrapping around his neck. “Fuck me.” Ilya groans low in his ear, his cock twitching. 

“Fuck, Hollander…” the way Shane’s name rolls off Ilya’s tongue sends a shiver down his spine as he feels another gush of slick flooding his cunt. Ilya can't help himself as he leans forwards to kiss Shane.

Shane whimpers at the tangy, sweet taste of himself on Ilya’s lips as he parts his mouth for Ilya’s tongue. Ilya grasps his cock with one hand, dragging the tip through the wetness of Shane’s pussy. “Mmh—!” Shane gasps, the tip bumping his pulsing clit. 

“You ready, lyubov?” Ilya purrs against his lips. Shane nods, rocking his hips back against the tip of Ilya’s cock as it teases his hole. 

“You have to get ready for work soon.” Shane sighs against his lips. “Take what you need.” With a lewd groan, Ilya slides his cock into Shane's cunt. “Ah! Oh, fuck… fuck…” Shane digs his hands into Ilya’s hair, tugging at his curls as Ilya moans against his mouth, their noses bumping and breaths mingling.

“So tight… perfect…” Ilya purrs as Shane’s cunt grips his cock. “Take me so well…” Shane lets out a soft sigh, groaning as Ilya's thick cock breaches him. It's been so long that there's a split second where he begins to doubt if it'll fit— 

“Gimme a sec.” Shane utters, taking a deep breath. Ilya instantly pauses. 

“Okay?” Shane nods, digging his teeth into his lip. 

“Did you get bigger?” He jokes, breathless as he squeezes gently around Ilya's cock. Ilya chuckles, his laughter rumbling against Shane's chest. 

“No,” he says, “but you got tighter.” Shane lets out a soft huff, partly of amusement and partly of embarrassment. 

“Shut up.” Shane huffs fondly, rolling his hips a little to tell Ilya he can move. Ilya pushes in further, Shane’s wet warmth enveloping his cock and pulling him in. “Fuck… oh, god…” 

“You are so stunning like this.” Ilya murmurs, fully seated in Shane’s pussy. 

“You’re not half bad yourself.” Shane says with a smile, his face flustered and sweaty. “You can move.” So Ilya does. He pulls out slowly before pushing back in, knocking the breath out of Shane’s lungs. 

Ilya sets a firm, gentle pace, taking his time to take Shane apart. Each snap of his hips punches a soft ‘uhn—’ from Shane’s plush, kiss-bitten lips. Ilya releases himself from Shane's grip so he can fuck him properly. He grasps one of Shane’s legs and brings it to rest over his shoulder, holding him completely open and taking in the sight of where they're joined, Shane’s soft cunt gripping his cock and massaging his girth. 

When Ilya snaps his hips again, Shane's mouth falls open in a silent scream, his back arching and thighs trembling as he grips the pillow under his head. His pussy spasms around Ilya's cock, clutching so tight that Ilya almost struggles to pull back out. 

“Right there…” Ilya murmurs, more to himself than to Shane. With newfound focus, Ilya pulls out and thrusts again, and again, and again. Each snap of his hips has Shane moaning over and over, the tip of his cock grazing Shane’s sweet spot. Shane’s tummy bulges slightly with the size of Ilya’s cock, and Ilya’s eyes are fixated on the way the bulge flattens when he pulls out and fills when he pushes back in. 

Shane drops a hand to his abdomen and moans every time he feels Ilya move inside him, his pussy pulsing. He can feel himself edging closer and closer to another orgasm as Ilya rams into him, pace steady and firm and deep. 

“I-Ilya… Ilya, fuck, I'm gonna come again…” Shane caresses his abdomen, turning his head to bury his face in his pillow. His whole body trembles, each graze of Ilya’s cock sending shivers through his whole nervous system. 

“You look so pretty when you come… my pretty boy…” Ilya murmurs. Shane whimpers at the praise, his cunt twitching and massaging Ilya’s cock. “Fuck… Shane…” 

“I-Ilya… Ilya, fuck…” Shane is barrelling dangerously close to his orgasm. He only needs a bit more to come. His hand moves from his abdomen to his clit, rolling the pearly nub in firm circles under his middle and ring finger. “Ilya… Ilya… Ilya…” Shane's breaths get heavier as Ilya fucks him, carving a space for himself in Shane’s cunt. Every time Ilya thrusts his hips and brushes his sweet spot, Shane feels another flood of wetness drinble out around Ilya’s cock. 

He can feel Ilya’s thrusts becoming erratic, completely losing his rhythm as he fucks Shane with reckless abandon. Ilya’s cock twitches inside him— Shane can tell he's close. Shane whimpers and moans and sobs as his orgasm comes crashing over him, his pussy clenching as his back arches completely off the bed. Ilya’s name tumbles from his lips, accompanied by a slurry of moans. Tears line his waterline, clinging to his lashes as he lets the full force of his orgasm completely consume him. He squirts again around Ilya’s cock, gushing every time Ilya pulls out and snaps back in. 

“Shane… fuck… fuck—!” Ilya’s hips stutter as he comes, wet, hot bursts of semen painting Shane's insides. His hips slow down to a gentle pace before stilling completely. Shane looks so blissfully fucked out, panting and gasping against the sheets, his arms and legs trembling. He looks ethereal, heavenly like a renaissance painting. 

When Shane comes down from his orgasm, Ilya pulls out, admiring the flood of translucent white that trickles. Shane mewls, his pussy clenching to stop it all from leaking out. 

“You are so wonderful… fuck, I missed you.” Ilya murmurs, leaning to kiss his lips. 

“Fuck… we need to find time to do that more often.” Shane sighs, voice hoarse and throat sore.  

“We will malysh.” Ilya assures, kissing his lips. “Feeling okay?” Tiredly, Shane nods as Ilya reaches for his water bottle for Shane to have a drink. “I’m going to shower and get ready.” Ilya sighs softly, running his hand through Shane’s hair. “You should shower too… just in case you get called.” 

“Wish we could shower together.” Shane sighs, to which Ilya chuckles. 

“We’d never leave the shower.” Shane’s nose crinkles, but he knows Ilya is right. They can't keep their hands off each other when they get in the mood. With one more chaste kiss, Ilya climbs off the bed and heads for the shower. 

*** 

Shane doesn't survive his on-call. At nine pm, he gets a call from the head neurosurgeon. A patient has come in needing emergency brain surgery. So as quick as he can, he gets himself ready and picks up his things, speeding towards the hospital. 

When he arrives, the patient is already stabilised for surgery. There's bleeding and swelling, as well as debris in the fractures. Even though Shane is no stranger to surgery like this, it is still just as nerve wracking every single time. 

“Forceps.” Doctor Pike hands him a set of forceps to remove debris from the patient’s skull. There's shards of glass and metal protruding from the scalp, and Shane takes his time removing each piece before he can drill open the cranium. 

The hematoma needs evacuating first; Shane’s skilled hands insert a tube into the hematoma to drain the excess fluid before he even thinks about repairing the blood vessels. 

Doctor Barrett keeps an eye on the patient’s vitals. 

“Heart rate steady, oxygen currently at eighty-nine percent.” Shane lets out a soft breath of relief. 

As the surgery progresses, Shane’s patient becomes more unstable. Every move he makes opens her to higher risk of strokes and coma, and that risk is only heightened by her vitals becoming more and more unstable. 

“How is she doing Doctor Barrett?” Shane asks, a sense of frantic urgency laced in his voice.

“Vitals are dropping. Her heart rate is really increasing.” Doctor Pike and Doctor Hayes are already on the move to keep her stabilised. 

“Stay with me Lily…” Shane utters. “Work with me, come on.” Despite the stress, Shane manages to keep himself calm as he repairs the blood vessels. 

“She's losing blood.” Doctor Hayes brings bags and bags of blood to keep it flowing through her body, and Shane tries his best to untangle the blood vessels in her brain while simultaneously keeping her stable. 

“Her heart rate is getting too high Doctor Hollander.” Troy states, eyes flitting to Shane, who holds his breath to make sure he clamps the correct artery. 

“Put her in a coma.” Shane orders. “She needs to make it through the surgery to come out alive.” Doctor Barrett only nods and prepares the syringe and injects it into the intravenous drip. 

*** 

The surgery takes six hours. When Shane returns to the emergency room to find the patient’s family, he has to take a deep breath before he faces her father. 

“Mister Carter?” The man’s head jerks and he stands up. “Doctor Shane Hollander. Your daughter is Lily?” 

“How is she?” He already seems antsy and anxious, and Shane can't really blame him. Despite being no stranger to this part of the job, he still hasn't quite figured out the best way to say ‘your daughter only has a twenty percent chance of living, and an even slimmer chance of fully recovering’. 

“She's in critical condition.” Shane murmurs. “Mister Carter, nurse Drover will take you through to see her shortly. I suggest you take as much time as you can and prepare yourself for the chance that you will have to say goodbye.” Shane holds his breath, watching as anger and grief and denial all at once come flooding out of the man. 

“They said you were the best.” Tears well in his eyes, his fists balled up at his sides. 

“We always try our best sir but there's never a guarantee—” 

“Bullshit!” The man yells. Shane takes a step back, startled. 

“Sir, please, I know this is difficult but—” 

“You don't know shit!” Ouch. Shane supposes that's true. 

“Please calm down and be courteous to other patients waiting.” Shane says quietly but firmly. 

“Don't tell me to calm down!” Shane isn't prepared for the sharp sting on his cheek. He stares at the man in complete shock, cupping his face. “They said you'd save her! They said you could do it!” Shane gets shoved in the chest and pushed against the wall, his head hitting the corner of a notice board. He hisses at the sharp sting on the back of his head. 

“That's enough.” Right in the nick of time, a security guard comes by, nurse Drover by his side. “Go and see your daughter.” The security guard grabs the man and drags him down the corridor and away from Shane. 

“Doctor Hollander!” Troy turns the corner after cleaning up just in time to see Shane already surrounded by a group of nurses. Rushing over, he goes to see how he is— 

But someone else is quicker. 

“Shane!” Shane’s head jerks to see his husband, face soft and concerned as he kneels down to where Shane is on the floor. “Are you hurt, malysh?” Ilya asks, caressing his face. “Your nose is bleeding.”  

“I'm okay.” He sighs. “It's part of the job.” 

“Get me some tissues and an ice pack.” That stern look is back on his face as the group of nurses disperses. He turns back to his husband, eyes tender and worried as he brushes a lock of hair out of Shane’s face. “You are incredibly brave and strong, lyubov.” Ilya says, nodding his thanks when the nurse returns with some tissues and an ice pack. “Tip your head forwards.” He holds the tissue to Shane’s nose.

Blood gushes from Shane’s nose, but despite his objectively terrible day, he still smiles at the way he's doted on by his husband. He may be the neurosurgeon, but it's Ilya who does all of the care-taking. “Let me look at your head.” 

“We do the same job.” Shane chuckles dry as Ilya inspects the back of his head, fingers gently feeling the tenderness of his skin. 

“You know that isn't true, malysh.” Ilya muses. “There's no need to be humble.” He gently presses the ice pack to the back of Shane’s head and presses a kiss to his forehead. “That might swell a little, but I'll keep an eye on it. Let me know if anything changes.” 

“I'm a neurosurgeon, Ilya.” Shane reminds him as Ilya combs a hand through his hair. “I think I can manage a little bruise on my head.” Ilya sighs, gently tugging Shane in. Shane goes easily, his forehead resting in the crook of Ilya’s neck and shoulder. He sucks in a shaky breath, inhaling the scent of his cologne mixed with sweat. “Maybe,” Shane chuckles, “but I only trust one doctor to look after me when I get beaten up by a patient’s family member.” He tries to sound amused, but it comes out in an exhausted, almost bitter tone. 

“I would beat them up for you if you let me.” Ilya scowls, gently caressing Shane's hair. 

“Don't do that.” Shane huffs. “They're already having a hard time.” When Shane lifts his head from Ilya’s shoulder, Ilya grasps his hand and brings it to his lips, pressing a kiss to his ring.

“I would do anything for you, lyubov,” Ilya sighs, “my love knows no limits.” 

Unbeknownst to Shane and Ilya, Troy snaps a photo of Ilya kissing his ring for the group chat. 

Troy 03:45 

[New Photo]

You all owe me $500 

Scott 03:45 

Fuck off 

Hayden 03:45 

DOCTOR ROZANOV?!!? 

Hayden 03:46 

Oh hell no, there's no way someone like Rozanov bagged Shane Hollander 

Rose 03:46 

Fucks sake 

Rose 03:46 

I would never have imagined Rozanov to be such a lovebird 

Wyatt 03:49 

DOCTOR HOLLANDER AND DOCTOR ROZANOV ARE MARRIED?! 

Svetlana 03:51 

That cannot be the same Dr Rozanov that screams at his team at least once a shift, no way 

Kip 03:52 

Seconded. I've already been yelled at once today how is this the same man?! 

Harris 03:54 

What does Shane see in him can someone ask?! 

Rose 03:55 

Send your bank details over, Barrett 😒 

Troy 04:00 

What's $500 x 11? Trying to figure out my earnings 😜

Svetlana 04:05 

The day shift are gonna shit bricks when they wake up to this 

*** 

When Shane clocks in for his next shift, Troy, Wyatt, Harris, and Hayden are all whispering. The whispers stop as soon as Shane walks through the door of the staff room. He glances around and cocks his brow. They all look like a group of deers in headlights. 

“What?” Shane cautiously asks. 

“So… Doctor Rozanov?” Shane’s cheeks tint pink, but he doesn't let it show how his heart races in his chest at the mention of his husband’s name. 

“What about him?” Shane asks as he makes his way to his locker to grab his scrubs. 

“What do you mean what about him?” Hayden lets out a huff of disbelief. “He's your mysterious husband?!” Shane shrugs. 

“It's not really mysterious - I told you I was married.” 

“Doctor Landry thought you were lying.” Wyatt says.

“I clocked it though.” Troy has this smug look on his face at being over five grand richer from the betting pool. 

“You didn't clock it, it was a lucky guess.” Harris points out. Shane’s brow creases in confusion. 

“What do you mean Doctor Landry thought I was lying?” He asks. “I never even told her I was married.” He stares at the three doctors, who all glance at each other. “And what do you mean a lucky guess?” 

“Came out over five grand richer too.” Troy says proudly, to which Harris, Wyatt, and Hayden all glower. 

“Five grand?!” Shane gasps. “Who is willingly giving you that much money?” 

“Umm…” 

“Hayden started a betting pool.” Wyatt says, elbowing Hayden in the side. 

“What?!” Hayden looks completely and utterly betrayed, much to Shane’s amusement. 

“A betting pool?” Shane stares at them, arms crossed. “Betting on… what? Who my husband was?” Troy nods. 

“It was actually Doctor Landry who helped us.” Shane frowns again. 

“You're all so nosey— you mean all of you sent Troy over a grand for his guess?” Shane looks completely baffled by the concept of sending Troy that much money. 

“Actually it wasn't just us.” Harris says sheepishly, to which Shane sighs again. 

“Who else?” 

“Umm… us… Doctor Landry, Doctor Vetrova, Doctor Hunter, Doctor Grady… there's a few others too from Urgent Care and the ER.” Wyatt lists off name after name, and each one makes Shane’s jaw drop open a little more. 

“So… there was a huge betting pool on who my husband is… and Troy won over five grand?” Hayden nods. Shane can't help but snort and smile - he had no idea his life was that interesting to them. “Do you bet on other people’s husbands too?” 

“Not really,” Harris says, “no one else is really as secretive as you, Doctor Hollander.” Shane smiles fondly. 

“It's actually Doctor Hollander-Rozanov.” Shane says proudly. “I drop the Rozanov at work though, and he drops the Hollander. It would be confusing to have two Doctor Hollander-Rozanovs working at the same hospital.” The look on his colleagues faces is utterly priceless. 

“Get that in the group chat.” Wyatt says, nudging Troy in the waist. “The people need to know.” 

*** 

“They had a running bet about who my husband was!” Shane complains as Ilya cuddles up to him. 

“Mm… did you tell them your husband is very handsome… very wonderful… very caring?” Ilya asks, running his hand up and down Shane’s side. 

“No.” Shane says flatly, side-eyeing his husband. “I just told them I lost my wedding band and that I wear it all the time because you work nights… I get to feel closer to you that way.” Shane’s face is bright red, but Ilya kisses his cheeks and nose, heart fluttering in his chest. 

“You are so sweet, malysh.” Ilya coos, brushing some hair out of Shane’s face. “Should I be honoured that they were so shocked to find out I'm your husband?” He chuckles. 

“Well they did wonder what I see in you; is it true that you're an ass in the ER?” Shane asks. 

“Sweet only for you.” Ilya says, a proud smile on his face. 

“You're a menace, then.” 

“No, sweet.” Ilya smiles brightly, like a child who’s won a prize. 

“It doesn't count if you're only sweet to me” Shane frowns. “You should be nicer to your team.” 

“I am a menace only when they piss me off.” Ilya says, so matter-of-factly. 

“According to Doctor Grady that's every evening.” Shane raises his brow, a smile spreading across his face.

“Then they should not piss me off.” Ilya shrugs. 

“You're evil.” 

“And you're pretty.” 

“They couldn't believe we’re both Doctor Hollander-Rozanov.” Shane’s heart swells with pride - they both worked so hard for that name. 

“Hm. It does have a nice ring to it, doesn't it?” Ilya muses, grasping Shane’s hand to lace their fingers together. 

“I suppose it does.”