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  1. Shane Hollander, captain of the Montreal Metros, three-time MLH Cup winner, is going out of his mind answering emails for hours every day to maintain Shane Hollander, the brand. He reaches his boiling point and hires a Personal Assistant. Enter Ilya Rozanov.

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  2. It turned out the hockey season was a lot more hectic with a full social life in the BDSM club scene and a fiancé who he could never quite escape from. Not to mention wedding planning? God, Shane was in over his head. All he wanted to do was shut his mind off and be a kitty.

    sequel to 'is just ten year plan to fuck'

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  3. It only took basically a decade but Shane finally has Ilya in every aspect. He should be celebrating and enjoying it, should be focused on slotting into his new team in Ottawa. Instead he's watching the news cycle with bated breath, waiting for the inevitable moment that his name pops up alongside words like "victim" and "Dallas Kent."

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  4. There, in an overhung area that had been initially blocked from view, was what could only be described as a Greek god in Adidas track pants and La Sportiva Solutions. The god was hanging off a purple sloper with his left arm, shaking out and chalking up casually with his right. Shane barely noticed himself taking a few steps forward as he squinted at the grade. V9. Shane watched as the climber matched his hands and then carefully rotated on his toe to dip his left hand back into the chalk bag swinging at his hips. A little puff of chalk exploded out onto the man’s bare lower back, an area Shane had been trying to ignore, as he always tried to ignore the muscled backs of the bros who tore off their shirt as soon as they got in the gym. His eyes drifted upward, taking in the impressive lats, flexing and glistening with a sheen of sweat, and all the way up to the tousled blonde hair...

    What the fuck. Was that…? Shane blanched as he realized that he recognized the climber. He wasn’t a Greek god at all. He was Russian. And not a god either, but that was besides the point. It was Ilya Rozanov, the top male youth boulderer in Russia, winner of last year’s IFSC Youth World Championship, where Shane had gotten 4th place.

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  5. Four months ago, when Shane Hollander agreed to tattoo a tramp stamp on Boston’s star center, Ilya Rozanov, he certainly wasn’t expecting to get an almost-boyfriend out of the ordeal.

    Good thing Ottawa is just a short drive.

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  6. “Why are you doing all this?” His heart hammered in his chest. He wanted to drink the coffee but wasn’t sure he could keep his hands from trembling.
    “Only two things keep Shane Hollander from a spiral: being too hard or being too soft. Team took option one from me, I do option two.”

    My take on the winner's room and magical pussy curse tropes, with added pussy-obsessed Ilya Rozanov.

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  7. “Please,” he says finally, voice breaking as he gives in. “Fuck, please, Rozanov, I’m gonna—”

    Rozanov pulls all the way back, mouth releasing his cock with a noise that makes Shane’s hips rock up into nothing.

    “Rozanov,” he begs again.

    “Hmm?” Rozanov asks, kissing Shane’s shaking thigh gently. “You need something?”

    “You— fuck— you said I could come,” Shane says, trying to keep the accusatory note out of his voice.

    “Mhm. When you say my name, yes?”

    “I did!” Shane says, just a hint of a whine in his tone now. Rozanov smirks at him.

    “Oh, sweetheart,” he says. “My first name.”

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    Ilya does something a little different on tuna melt day.

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  8. Shane fucking Hollander. Hockey’s Golden Boy. Long-time crush of Ilya Rozanov. Long, looooong time. A decade of being a fucking simp for this man. God, he was in trouble.

    It should be pretty much illegal to go from their only contact being at face-off across the ice, to suddenly hosting Shane in his exclusive club—during a fucking event, no less. Ilya’s event.

    He would never admit it, but he’s been stealthily trying to get Hollander to show up at his club for years now. Hell, Shane was the whole reason he invested in the club in the first place. Bought a fucking house here. Maybe that was an insane thing to do, but he didn’t care. Ilya was insane. Insane for Shane.

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  9. "Where's Rose?" Shane asked, the confusion in his tone obvious, but 'Ilya' didn't buy it. Or didn't care to.

    "Ah, i see. This is .. foreplay."

    Shane's lips parted in disbelief.

    "Foreplay?" He practically squeaked, his voice a pitch higher and riddled with concern. For both his friends safety and because— is this person flirting with him?

    Or NHL star Shane Hollander accidentally calls a sex hotline and Ilya Rozanov answers.

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  10. “I’m…. I have a boyfriend, actually,” Shane whispered. “So…”

    “So?” The demon’s expression broke into an amused grin. “I don’t really care, but I can be polite. Where’s he, then?”

    He ditched me just an hour before our date for something definitely more important, and that’s how I got in a shitty warehouse with my friends, summoning a sex demon, who hit my balls while I was asleep and it was so fucking good I got the hardest orgasm in my life, though Shane.

    “Like, currently?” he said. “I don’t know.”

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    Demon summoning go wrong. Or right?

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  11. Ilya has never been the jealous type. Not with Svetlana, or Sasha, or the women he's met on his pilgrimage around the MLH circuit in Canada, or the States. Not the ones in clubs under the streets of Moscow, St. Petersburg, anywhere else Sveta could drag his aching soul.

    No, Ilya has never been the jealous type.

    Well. Other than with Shane.

     

    Or: five times Ilya gets jealous (and one time Shane does, too).

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  12. The touch is gentle and the cream is soothing but that doesn't stop the soft yelp that escapes Shane's lips at the touch. It isn't dissimilar to any other bruise he's gotten in his life, especially playing such a high velocity, full contact sport for a living. Except, those bruises were always angry and gnarled and put there in bouts of aggression and violence.

    The bruises under Ilya's wide, warm palms were put there with love and devotion, with whispered words of degradation chased with the candied edge of praise. Each gently throbbing bruise and slightly raised welt decorating his skin this morning were honeyed kisses placed with perfect precision by the man who Shane has devoted himself to – mind, body, and soul.

    Or, Shane experiences subdrop at an in opportune time and Ilya helps him.

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  13. 5 times Ilya free uses Shane + 1 time Shane free uses Ilya

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  14. Laceration by

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    Shane Hollander was perfect; the perfect son, the perfect boyfriend, the perfect friend. He had spent years refining perfection, making sure he was the picture of it. It was second nature after all these years; a suit that didn’t quite fit, but that he’d gotten used to.
    Enter Ilya Rozanov.

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  15. Shane stares at the fabric in his hands and takes a deep breath. He’ll never hear the fucking end of it if he wears this thing out. He’ll never hear the end of it if he doesn’t. Lose-lose, really. A whoop sounds out behind him as Shane slips the jersey over his head. It sits awkwardly, though he can’t tell if that’s because the material is brand new or because his body won’t relax. It’s hot, as if the fabric lettering on the back is branding his skin. As if he’ll take off the jersey and be marked for life: ROZANOV. 81. Shane wears Ilya's jersey out in public. Ilya has very strong feelings about it.

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  16. The Dangers of Sleep by

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    "What I’m trying to say is, I want you to fuck me and I want to say no. And I, I want you to do it anyway.” Ilya’s mouth opened and his eyes widened in understanding. “Oh Mr. Pervert, what a thing to say. Tell me more.” Or: All Shane wants is for Ilya to overpower him. It's hard to ask, and even harder to receive what you ask for. But it's worth it in the end.

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  17. “I can see your boner from here, you’re not hiding anything from me,” Shane huffed. “So… Now what?” “Now-,” Suddenly, the room spun as Ilya flipped Shane onto his stomach, which caused his back to arch at a drastic angle due to his legs being tied in such a way. He was on his knees with his cheek pressed into the pillows, and Shane let out a cross between a moan and a squeak of surprise when Ilya man-handled him, feeling his hands spreading his cheeks more than they already were given his extremely compromising position. “We enjoy ourselves. Or, I enjoy myself, and you lay there and take it like the good little slut I know you are.” ** OR: Ilya brings up the idea of bondage in the bedroom, and they both end up enjoying it much more than they initially imagined.

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  18. Based very loosely on events from The Long Game that my brain wanted to put into the first book, somewhere between Shane’s injury, and before Scott Hunter wins the cup - for maximum angst, obviously.

    What if Ilya’s plane had actually crashed? And what if it had happened before he and Shane had the chance to confess their love and know what it was like to be together.

    Or

    A fic so I could write a really needy Shane who can't hide his feelings anymore, and an Ilya who is faced with the undeniable truth that someone cares for him.

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  19. “You looked so fucking pretty tonight, Hollander. In that big jersey, with that backwards hat. Wanted to bend you over in front of all your friends and fuck you untill you cried.” Shane whimpers, hands grasping at the car seat beneath him. “Please, Ilya. Touch me. Need you.” Ilya pulls his own shirt up over his head and then pauses. Has an idea. “Get in the back seat, sweetheart.”

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  20. “You know,” Ilya adds, like he’s continuing a casual thought, “Hotel was good idea. It’s warm, no ice, no… audience.” Shane’s grip tightens on the strap of his bag, but he still doesn’t respond. He keeps skating, eyes fixed ahead, pretending the words don’t land even as heat crawls back up his neck. “But no,” he continues, clearly enjoying himself. “You choose rink, very bold.” “Fuck off,” Shane exhales through his nose. Ilya keeps talking as they slow near the boards, skating lazy circles around Shane like he has nowhere else to be. “Next time,” he says mildly, like he’s already planned it, “We use a hotel. I promise, much less… scandal.” _____ Shane and Ilya get freaky on the ice, LIKE LITERALLY on the ice during the All Star Game week.

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