Summary:

They got to the bed before Hollander got weird again-
"What?" Ilya asked. "You are pregnant and is mine?"
"What?" Hollander shot back, his eyebrows lifting. He let out a single laugh, and shook his head. "No. Shut up. I'm trying to - What? No. I just. Wanted to, uh, ask something."
"Okay?" Ilya looked around as if he might find the reason Hollander was not just asking already, written on the door or something. "So ask? You want new position?"
For a moment Hollander didn't respond, was staring at the crumpled bedspread between them, his jaw working slightly, an easy tell Ilya didn't think Hollander knew about, that he was chewing on the inside of his lips. Sometimes when they kissed Hollander's mouth was tangy with blood.
"I wanted to," Hollander said, slow and even, "ask. If this was our last time hooking up, what would you want to do?"

A fic in which both Shane and Ilya consider themselves the dogs that are about to be put down, and act accordingly.