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What if the first time Shane says Ilya's first name was different?
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“You don't get sick?” Shane asked, accusatory, after a few more seconds. “Da. Of course not. We are not weak like boring Canadians.” He saw Shane’s brittle resolve crack and crumble, and Ilya grinned in response. He swooped down to kiss him again. It was mostly true; but in reality Ilya was taking a moment to be selfish for himself. He knew he wouldn’t be able to see Shane for a while, and he was already a bit…disappointed? He didn’t need anyone else to come; he was perfectly okay having this bit of fun. Or so he had thought. But there was something tugging at the animalistic parts of his brain that he would regret not kissing Shane Hollander tonight.
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i’ve got some regrets (i’ll bury them in florida) by justhockey
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-22
The want tears through him like a hurricane, entirely unconcerned with all the destruction it might leave in its wake. Right now, tomorrow doesn’t matter. Right now they don’t have to consider the consequences of this reckless night they’re about to spend together; a night where all their unspoken rules are being tossed out the window in favour of simply letting their bodies be honest. They can figure all this out later, but now…now Ilya needs Shane naked and writhing beneath him before he combusts. (Or, what happens in the hotel room in Florida.)
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leaving my mark on you by BekkaChaos
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-21
Ilya gives Shane a hickey between his thighs during the season, and Shane is annoyed by it. set somewhere in the 2014-2015 range. "Jesus Christ, Rozanov..." Shane's head dropped back against the mattress as Ilya's hands pressed against the inside of his thighs, opening them wider. He heard the faint sound of Ilya's low laugh, but he was too far gone to be embarrassed by it. He would have been, years ago, and he probably was the first time. But never for long. He lay with his knees dropped wide, wide enough to fit Ilya's shoulders between them where he was propped up and kissing at the inside of Shane's thigh. He had been down there for like a minute, kissing and licking and teasing all kinds of noises out of him. "You want something Hollander?" His voice was so low, his accent making Shane's name sound so deep, the desire in his words making his cock twitch. "Put me in your mouth," Shane asked eagerly. "Please." Ilya hummed in reply, and Shane propped himself up on his elbows just to see the smirk. "So polite," he teased, making Shane smile. "Fuck you." Ilya pulled a face of feigned offence. His hazel eyes burning fire back into Shane. He held his gaze as he dipped his head down to kiss at the head of his cock, soft and gentle with a slow circle of his tongue for good measure. And then he stopped. Shane huffed in annoyance which made Ilya's smirk grow into a grin. "God, you're an asshole," Shane said, though they both knew how much he liked it. "Ah yes, I almost forget," Ilya trailed two fingers down Shane's inner thigh, stopping when he made contact with Shane's rim, earning him a whimper. "This is what you want yes?" He didn't need to wait for the answer, instead he continued to draw circles with his fingertips and went back to work with his mouth. He kissed as the base of Shane's cock, barely grazing his teeth over the soft flesh. Then he was kissing his way up, taking Shane into his mouth for three slow and deliberate moves, and then licking at the crease in his thigh. Shane complained of course, but secretly he loved this. Rozanov's mouth just worshipping his body like they had all the time in the world and not just one night. He loved the feel of his nose nuzzling against his hip, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin of his thigh, his full lips where they sucked at his skin while his tongue crept out to taste him. He loved staring down at those golden curls as Rozanov worked him up, getting him so close to begging as he— "Hey, what the—" Shane tugged at Rozanov's hair until he was staring up at him. "What the fuck Rozanov?" He was grinning back, his lips pink and wet while Shane had a blooming bruise on the inside of his thigh from where Rozanov had sucked a mark into him. "What? No one will see," he shrugged. Fucking shrugged. Like he hadn't just left a hickey on Shane in the middle of fucking November. "You know we fucking shower after the games, right?" he pulled at his thigh to get a better view of the mark and Rozanov just let out a laugh. "Okay," he shrugged. "So no one will see unless they are looking very, very closely." He kissed at the mark and Shane jerked his leg away as though the damage hadn't already been done. "Fuck off," he said with absolutely no malice in the words. Rozanov hummed in that deep rumbling tone of his, letting his tongue wet his bottom lip. "Is it such a big problem Hollander? Are you letting someone else in your team get so deep between your thighs?" He let his chin rest against Shane's leg as he stared up at him with an eyebrow cocked. Shane shook his head and scoffed. Okay, he did have to admit that it was in a very intimate spot. Like, so intimate that even Shane would probably have to strain to see it if he were standing up. "If they see," Rozanov continued with a playful spark in his eye. "You had better ask why they are staring at your dick in the shower." Yeah okay, so he had a point. "You did," Shane said softly, cocking an eyebrow. "Ah yes, well I wanted to fuck you," he shrugged, and Shane felt a surge of heat through him at the memory of it. God they had been so young. It had been hard to stop himself from looking, that desire in him wasn't new, but it was the first time that the opportunity was there. Well, there and staring back as it stroked it's own cock. But Shane hadn't thought he'd wanted that... what had he thought? That maybe he wanted a way to get off quickly, with someone who could be just as casual about it as he needed. He didn't think he'd be staring down at him between his legs five years later with god damned butterflies at the memory of their first time.
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shed some light on me, please by gwand
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-21
Being a professional hockey player means being in top shape at all times. He does his best to look like it, and he likes it when he feels good with it. He’s pure mass and muscle, the kind that’s unforgiving on the ice, and a blur on his skates. He wouldn’t trade a damn thing for this body of his. But sometimes, a stray cog fucks with his system and makes him wonder how it feels to be soft, too. How it feels to be delicate.
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when a fire starts to burn by HawkinsLocal
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-21
"How long can you stay?" Shane asks when Ilya arrives at his building, slipping in the back door and racing up the stairs. It's always the question, now: how much time, how many hours can they steal, what can they get away with while the world is looking the other direction. When they reach the top Ilya looks Shane in the eye and says, "Long enough." Or, five times Shane comes first, and one time he doesn't.
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Shane was thinking about what awaited him tonight as he washed his hair in the showers with the rest of his team after the game, and a small smirk graced the corner of his lips. The thought of Ilya pinning him to the bed like he’d pinned him to the boards, seeing him clean and freshly-showered post-game and then wrecking him all over again into a sweaty, breathless mess. Ilya deserved that tonight. Shane would fight back a little, just for the fun of it— but Ilya always got him in the end. Shane was weak for him every time. *** Shane and Ilya meet up after the game at Ilya's penthouse in Boston, and Ilya plays with Shane like putty in his hands. No matter how vicious he was on the ice, Shane Hollander was always so, so good for Ilya Rozanov.
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Shane and Ilya get an extra day off because of snow
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When Shane wins his first Cup championship, Rozanov promises more than just a league win if he earns MVP as well. Rozanov delivers. For Russian translations, click on Cyrillic words
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Shane and Ilya’s rivalry has never led to real violence, until now, when Shane is distracted and can’t keep his hands or anger to himself. What begins as a heated confrontation on the ice ends in a night of pleading and passion. “I can fix it, let me show you how I can fix it.” Shane’s eyes flicked down to Ilya’s pants and back up again. “You love sucking my dick, da?” He asked Shane as if he didn’t already know the answer. “And yet you punch me on ice,” he said. “And you believe I still let you?” Shane was silent. Was this it? Had he finally crossed a line he couldn’t step back from? Was he about to lose the one thing he’d been craving since the puck dropped, the thing that had tangled him up so badly it spilled onto the ice in front of everyone? “You are denying a blowjob from me because I punched you?” Shane spoke trying to understand what Rozanov had planned.
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“What do you want, Hollander?” Ilya gasps out, surprised he’s capable of even formulating a simple thought, “Tell coach what you want.” He’s the older one, the mature one, the one with all the power. The least he could do is ask Shane what he wants. Shane pauses his movements before looking up and meeting eyes with his coach. Brown eyes almost seem to sparkle with tears, mouth agape with soft little pants. He trembles slightly, overwhelmed by the question, as if he doesn't know what to say. Finally, he adjusts his knees on the cold, hard floor and lets go of the pulsing cock in his hand before leaning back slightly. Eyes shut closed, he takes a breath. “Fuck my throat, coach.” ___ Coach Ilya and his star player Shane have been sleeping with each other for a year.
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Shane’s eyes meet his, and there’s a particular gloss to them that Ilya has come to recognize. He squeezes Shane’s hand before letting it go, keeping his voice quiet so Shane has to really listen as he instructs, “I want you to get on your knees. With your head on my leg. And then you are going to sit there until I tell you to move. And if you can do that, maybe tonight leads to happy endings.” Shane licks his lips. “What if I can’t?” he asks, but they both already know he’s going to. Ilya moves his head from side to side, pretending to mull it over, before answering, “I think you can.” Shane plays terribly, contributing to a 6-1 loss for Montreal. Ilya employs his new skills as the best soft dom in the universe to make him feel better about it.
- Part 2 of Ilya and Shane explore gentle BDSM!
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“So,” Ilya says, dragging the word out. He’s swiping at non-existent crumbs on the counter, avoiding his eyes. “You have dinner at parents on Christmas, yes?” “Yeah.” Ilya nods. “I can house-sit while you are away. Make place pretty, if you have decorations. Make it less boring.” Shane’s eyebrows fly up. “What? You don’t want to come with?” Finally, Ilya looks up at him. Hesitantly, he asks, “You want me to come with?” Frowning, Shane says, “I– yeah. Yeah, of course. You think I invited you here just so you could spend Christmas alone?” Looking away, Ilya shrugs. “I am intruder here, Hollander. You have family. I do not. Makes situation… difficult, maybe. You forget the world thinks we are rivals.” “Not difficult,” Shane says immediately. “You want to come, you’re coming.” Or: Ilya's in Montreal alone during the week leading up to the Winter Classic. Shane doesn't let him spend Christmas alone.
- Part 4 of cjo + hr
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Ilya tutted. “Uhm like Father Christmas- Santa Claus, yes? Only, on New Year. Old man visits home, walks through front door, and greets children with present. Less creepy than Santa Claus.” Shane furrowed his eyebrows. “You think Santa is creepy?” “Listen to song, Shane. He sees you when you’re sleeping- knows when you’re awake..” Ilya waved a hand and scrunched up his face as he gently leaned over to inspect the small Christmas village people. “He watches like some pervert.” Shane surprises Ilya by decorating for christmas....Shane gets railed....and Ilya makes the Hollander parents cry.
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u might want to get tested by toomuchplor
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-18
Lily: U might want to get tested Jane: Hilarious. Fuck you. === Set in the liminal situationship timeline between episodes 3 and 4.
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and nothing's wrong when nothing's true by 2_infinity
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-17
The game had been long, and Shane Hollander had been a pain in the ass as usual. Not only because of his skill but also because he was distractingly pretty on the ice. These years somehow more so than when they had been Rookies. Or Ilya had just learned how to appreciate it, whatever that was supposed to mean. This newfound appreciation however didn’t help when he had to face off with Shane and he darted out his tongue to wet his lips. Distracting Ilya immensely, his mind wandering off to what Shane could do with that tongue. Or the times when Ilya shoved Shane against the barricade and felt his rival’s body underneath his. Only to be reminded of all the times Ilya had gotten Shane underneath him without all that protective gear. --- They had been doing this for years by now. And by now they had a routine they stuck to. There was a city where their teams would play each other, there was a text and a suggestion for a place. Then they played the game and riled each other up. Afterwards, they met up in secret to fuck. That was what they did and what Ilya was used to. Until Ilya received a text after their hook up that disrupted their routine for the first time after years.
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dirty little secret by contrapposto
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-17
“Oh, Hollander,” Ilya sighed, cradling Shane’s face, thumbs gently stroking his freckled cheeks. “You are omega.” It wasn’t a question. Shane nodded pathetically, breathing heavily. “And you are in heat, yes?” One curious hand trailed down, squeezing hard. Biting back a moan at the slick pooling in his boxers, Shane nodded. “I forgot my suppressants,” he said, breathless. “I— I usually just take suppressants all season and then… deal with it myself the rest of the time. But I guess I forgot to pack them. I don’t know what to do.” --- Ilya helps Shane through an unexpected heat.
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Don't wanna wait on it by mickeysmyheart
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-17
Once Shane’s on the road, Ilya undoes his seatbelt causing Shane to react immediately. “What are you doing?” he asks as Ilya moves over the middle console and gets his hands on Shane. “Just relax,” Ilya tells him. He works quickly to undo Shane’s pants and get his half hard cock out of his pants. “Fuck,” Shane moans as Ilya wraps his hand around it. “Ilya, I’m driving.” OR Shane and Ilya go to the cottage for the weekend for Yuna & David's wedding anniversary party and Ilya gets a little impatient on the way there.
- Part 3 of In a world post TLG
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I'll chase you on the dancefloor by Shutupandance
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-16
This time, Shane is not going to freak out on him, he’s not going to leave, he’s not going to throw away the only thing he has wanted for years, just for the chance of living a lie, just for the chance of having a normal life that is only full of pretence. So, as soon as Ilya moves away from the girl, Shane follows. Or, the club scene goes differently.
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It’s not at all like that night in Vegas, but once again, Ilya and Shane find themselves on a rooftop.
- Part 2 of Hollanov Reimagined
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