Summary:

“You're Shane Hollander. His boyfriend. You’re the reason he bailed on his team. Became a fucking pansy who-” Shane’s fist, which he hadn’t even realised he’d pulled back in preparation to strike, is captured in a firm grasp and gently lowered. He smells the familiar scent of Ilya’s cologne and then feels Ilya’s chin rest against his shoulder. -- Most people think that of the two of them, Ilya is the violent one. They would be wrong. (They both are)