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  1. Media Clearance by

    Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
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    2026-03-20

    The NHL partners with an omega health organization for a safe-sex awareness campaign. Shane Hollander—the league's most prominent omega player—is asked to participate in a filmed segment where a certified alpha health educator demonstrates on an anatomical dummy how to properly prepare an omega outside of heat. Professional. Clinical. Except the educator cancels last minute, and the only alpha already on set who has media clearance is Ilya Rozanov. The demonstration involves lubricant, careful stretching, and detailed verbal narration of technique. Shane has to stand there and provide "the omega perspective." The dummy is silicone and clinical and shouldn't be erotic at all, but Ilya's hands are huge and deliberate and he keeps glancing at Shane while describing proper preparation. Shane would rather take a slap shot to the face than admit what's happening below his waistline right now. Fuck.

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  2. Save me, O God, For I Have Sinned by

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    2026-01-12

    “You like these touched, don’t you?” His hand slid up, palm covering Shane’s left nipple, thumb circling, teasing. Shane’s eyes crossed, mouth opening on a ragged keen, body arching forward to offer more. “Do you play with them at home, hm?” Ilya taunted, pinching the tight bud. “Do you twist them under your sheets while you think of me? Does Mommy ever walk in on her sweet boy tugging his little tits and moaning?” A sob-half-laugh burst from Shane, mortifying and incandescent. “N-no, Father, oh God, n-no, she—ahhh—she’d—” His hole clenched around Ilya’s cock at the mention, involuntary, lust flaring hotter. The priest caught it, chuckled. “She’d be horrified to see her precious son like this,” Ilya murmured, nails scratching lightly over the right nipple now, making Shane shudder. “Socks on, slut naked, riding his priest’s cock right in the house of God.” In the house of God, Ilya found his most devout worshipper not in the pews, but bent over the altar, begging for absolution with every thrust.

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  3. if home is a person, i don’t want a house by

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    2026-01-09

    Shane has a notes app list titled 'Safeties.' It's a series of physical sensations to pull him back if he drops too deep: 1. Press tongue to roof of mouth 2. Grip something cold 3. Say your own name out loud The last one simply says: 4. Wait for him. He always comes back.

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  4. Measuring Up by

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    2026-01-05

    Shane trembles harder, overwhelmed by the praise, the possession lacing Ilya’s voice. Heat coils tight in his stomach, pressure winding. He clings to Ilya like he might float away. “Ilya,” he gasps. “I—” Ilya cards fingers through Shane’s hair, pushing damp locks off his forehead. “That’s right. You’re perfect. So pretty for me.” Shane’s face flames. The insecurity is still there, but it transforms into a desperate need for reassurance. Voice shaking, he stammers, “P-pretty… I’m—prettier?” Ilya’s thrust stutters for a heartbeat, then he groans, burying his face in Shane’s neck. “The prettiest,” he growls, words vibrating against Shane’s skin. “All mine.” It's bad enough that Shane has to do warm-ups in a giant bunny suit. It's worse that Ilya's stunning ex-boyfriend picks that exact moment to visit. It's a catastrophe when said ex starts offering unsolicited advice about what Ilya likes done with his cock. Shane’s about two seconds from losing it.

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  5. Proof of Concept by

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    2026-01-02

    “You thought I wouldn’t notice?” Ilya purrs, voice dark as midnight. Shane’s entire face ignites. He shivers, nodding shyly, nerves raw. The answer slips free in a stammer that sounds like confession. “I just—w-wanted to know why… it felt good…” Ilya’s chuckle vibrates against his lips, equal parts heat and fondness. “You looked so guilty. Touching your bruise, trying so hard to stay quiet while your cock drooled.” His fingers wander higher, brushing Shane’s sticky erection through his shorts, drawing out a shuddering moan. “You loved it.” Shane discovers a new kink by accident; Ilya is more than happy to help him explore it.

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  6. A Safe Place by

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    2025-12-24

    High on painkillers, Shane is a giggly, handsy handful; Ilya is just trying to keep him still, if only he’d stop whispering “Daddy” against his neck. Or: Ilya came to the hospital to apologize, not to have his sanity systematically dismantled by a concussed, clingy Shane who won't stop touching him.

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  7. All the Things Unsaid by

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    2025-12-24

    Shane gets called ‘boring.’ Ilya makes it worse by playing along. Shane tries to pretend it's fine. Ilya calls his bluff. Cue in a fight, a stubborn silence, a slammed door that never closes, and a tiny, broken sound that changes everything. “You say you’re boring, fine. You can be boring for the whole damn world. I’ll still kiss you senseless and drag you home after every game. I’ll still make you moan loud enough to shake the walls. None of that changes.”

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  8. Pieces of You by

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    2025-12-18

    Ilya had grown up in a world where affection was currency, measured and withdrawn at will. Where love was earned through achievement, and failure was repaid with absence. Every triumph was a plea. Every mistake, a debt. Ilya had learned early that tenderness could not be trusted. And Shane, for all his easy warmth, had no idea what to do with that kind of wound. His first instinct was to fix it. To tell Ilya that he was loved, that he was safe, that he didn’t have to be afraid. He learned soon enough that words meant nothing to someone who’d been punished by them all his life.

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  9. Butt Cream and Sprankle Glitter by

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    2025-12-17

    “Arti-SEE-anal butt cream cake,” Ilya says, louder, stubbornly proud. “What? Why you laugh? They say it is arti-SEE-anal butt cream frosting. I say same thing.” Shane pinches the bridge of his nose. “Buttercream, Ilya. Butter-cream.” A sprinkle-shot challenge, a toddler-esque fight with JJ, and a fake fireplace later, Shane realizes this might be the best birthday ever. Shane spends the afternoon leaning against the kitchen counter with loops of icing ideas running through his brain, because he knows Ilya has been pacing for ten minutes straight. Pacing is not new in their apartment—post-game pacing, pre-game pacing, pacing whenever Shane leaves a stray sock on the floor—but this pacing is special. Ilya mutters words in Russian, then French, then some mashed-up bastardization that probably counts as a new dialect. His phone screen glows in his palm, speaker volume turned up so loud the hold music hisses thinly through the kitchen. “‘Froosteenk,’” he snarls at the air, rolling his eyes to the ceiling like the light fixture personally offended him. Shane leans on the island and smirks. “It’s ‘frosting.’” “That is what I say.” Ilya swipes his hand through the air. “Froosteenk.” “Listen, it’s froooosting. Lengthen the vowel.” Ilya scowls harder and jabs the phone screen. “Do not correct me. I know words. I am four languages.” “You are four languages,” Shane says. “You are also saying ‘frosting’ like it murdered your mother.” Ilya spins, the cord on their kitchen window blinds tangling around his forearm as he walks. The operator finally picks up—some cheerful woman whose voice sits at the pitch only golden retriever puppies can hear. “Hello, this is Kara at Sweet Slice Bakery. How can I help—” “I want big cake with…with…” Ilya loses it, hand waving, brows furrowing. “You know. Happy birthday Shane. Chocolate inside. White…” He hesitates. “White…froosteenk.” There is a tiny pause from Kara. “I’m sorry?” Ilya huffs out a breath, glances at Shane, then stomps toward him with the phone held out like it might catch fire. “They make me talk nonsense. I have NHL contract but cannot say cake.” He thrusts the phone at Shane’s chest. Shane takes it, biting his lip to stifle laughter, and switches to the smooth, effortless tone of a man conquering cake orders. “Hi, sorry, uhm, he wants a chocolate cake with vanilla frosting, twelve-inch round, simple ‘Happy birthday, Shane’ in blue piping.” He listens, nodding, wraps an arm around Ilya’s waist when Ilya leans against him like a scowling oak tree. “Pickup Friday morning works.” Kara sweetly confirms and the call ends. Shane hangs up, sets the phone on the counter, and turns toward Ilya with blatant glee. “There. Cake secured. And no one accidentally ordered ‘frosted sin’.” Ilya’s eyes narrow. “That is what she thinks I say?” “You mangled it so hard it sounded like ‘frosted sin.’ Which...honestly sounds delicious. Maybe you invented a new dessert.” “I am terrifying athlete. I fight bears in Siberia.” Ilya grabs Shane by the waist and lifts him until his butt hits the counter. “Little stubborn Hollywood boy should fear me.” The smug retort Shane stored up dissolves when Ilya leans in and kisses him, a smooth mouth pressing against Shane’s and humming softly. Shane curls his fingers in Ilya’s hair and nips his lower lip. “My big, scary Russian,” he murmurs against the kiss, tone thick with affection, “defeated by buttercream.” Friday morning rolls in with the bakery’s doorway chime squealing like a bird with a sinus infection, and Ilya ducks his six-foot-three frame beneath the string of paper cupcakes hanging across the ceiling. He announces himself to the bewildered teenager behind the counter by slapping both palms on the glass and declaring, “We are here for froosteenk doom.” Shane, who is still rubbing sleep out of his eyes, takes a leisurely half-step forward. “We’re picking up the Hollander order.” He flashes the employee a smile so easy the kid practically levitates to the back room. Ilya folds his arms, eyes on the cake boxes lining the counter, chest puffed like the bakery is his arena. “Ask them for extra…sprankle glitter,” he says under his breath. “Sprankle glitter?” “You know. The crunchy little sugar people.” “Sugar…people.” “Yes. You put on top. Sprankle glitter.” Ilya nods with solemn conviction. Shane has no idea what sprankle glitter might be, but he would arm-wrestle every pastry chef in the city if that is what it took to keep this glower directed at desserts. “We’ll see what they have,” he says, palms up, when the box is presented like a sacred relic. The design is simple, blue script gliding over white icing, perfect for the team dinner they’ll hold later. Ilya stares at the words, the corners of his mouth twitching upward, his thumb rubbing over the cardboard lid like he just landed a hat trick. The kid looks at Ilya the way people look at grizzlies in national parks. “Do you, um, need anything else?” Ilya clears his throat. “Do you sell sprankle glitter?” Shane can’t help himself. “He means sprinkles.”

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  10. A Study in Devotion by

    Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
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    2025-12-04

    Shane, prickling with insecurity after seeing paparazzi photos of Ilya with an ex, tries to pick a fight. Ilya disarms him completely by sitting in an armchair and calmly ordering, “On your knees.” When Shane hesitates, Ilya adds, “You want to prove you’re better than a memory? Show me.” Or, Shane is jealous. Ilya is more than ready to fuck him out of it. Translated in Russian

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