Summary:

“Fuck you,” Marleau says, through breathing, wheezing laughter. “I didn’t almost die—”

The flat of Shane’s tongue presses, hard, against the head of Ilya’s cock. Ilya narrows his eyes. Oh, I see, he thinks flatly. To the extent that there had been anything to forgive, Ilya is fairly certain that Shane had immediately forgiven his little stunt during the call with Pike. He had neglected to remember, however, that Shane’s mind tended to plan on a scale of weeks, months, or years, and that forgiven did not necessarily mean forgotten.

Shane gets payback for the phone call with Hayden.
Sort of.