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  1. He's getting good at this game: sneaking his questions between advances, keeping Shane in that warm state of mind where he'll actually answer them, and stifling the panic rabbiting in the base of his skull. 

    “So, this is thing?” He asks, tilting his head to try and catch Shane's eye. “You are most charming murderer.”

    “Don't be a dick,” Shane huffs.

    “Me? Never.” Ilya ducks to kiss Shane's cheek, then his nose, then the opposite cheek, pressing their faces together. He can't help kissing Shane again, on the temple this time, before he continues. “I must be lucky,” he says, “to know you are most boring man alive.”

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    Ilya goes to Shane's place for the first time since discovering he's a murderer.

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  2. Ilya grins, a slow, filthy unraveling of lust spilling across his face. “Moya shlyukha, I would not be able to keep my hands off of you,” he rasps, palming his dick, grinning at the faint squelch, the wet drag of his fingers. Shane bucks into his hand, his jaw dropping open, slack with need. Ilya's whole heart aches as he watches his husband sink into pleasure, hitching whimpers escaping from his throat. “You would be the star of the room, no? Every eye would be on you, thorns in their heart for all they cannot have.”

    “You do,” Shane reminds him, as if it's needed, as if Ilya cannot feel it in each clench of his thighs, each wandering drag of his fingers, in the way his hips roll across Ilya's, involuntary, strangled whines rising from his mouth. “You always have.”

    OR: Sometimes, simply being married to Shane isn't enough. Sometimes, Ilya wants him in ways he can't explain; caught and collared and safe beneath his hand.

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  3. “You will each get seven minutes,” Ilya said as he paced in front of them. “You can do anything you like with him. The one rule is that you cannot let him come. Only I get to do that. I will start the timer when you go in. When the timer goes off, you stop and come out here. After you have all had your turn, I will go last.”

    Or: Shane gets passed around like a blunt in a game of Seven Minutes in Heaven

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  4. After nearly two hours there, Ilya can confidently say that his husband— the one Shane Hollander— is drunk. Shane who doesn’t usually ever drink. Shane who usually opts for just a ginger ale. Shane who has had far less drinks than Ilya has, or most of the team for that matter. Shane who is definitely drunk but a very cute drunk. He knows Shane is drunk because at some point he came over to Ilya and hasn’t left his side since. That alone doesn’t tell Ilya that Shane is drunk but what does is that Shane has been super clingy and touchy with him all night. OR Shane gets drunk at the Centaurs Stanley Cup win party and is not shy with the PDA— or the dance moves he apparently possesses.

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  5. Ilya slithers a hand to the hollow of Shane’s throat, resting it there. “Everything?” he repeats. “Yes, sir.” or Shane and Ilya’s little date by a pool table turns into a heated collision of desire and control.

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  6. “Aren't you gonna- you don't have questions? You're just…” Shane trails off when Ilya kisses the inside of his knee. “...fine with it?”

    “I have many questions,” Ilya drawls, cheek still pressed into Shane's leg. “I am fine? Mm, probably.” He quirks his lips in a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. “I will know for sure after we talk.”

    When Shane starts to sit up, Ilya lowers his legs onto the mattress and slinks up beside him. He hasn't taken off his sneakers yet. “I'm not gonna kill you, or anything, if you're worried.”

    “Comforting,” Ilya rumbles.

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    Or, Ilya finds out Shane's pre-game ritual involves murder.

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  7. Shane blinked at Rose. "What," he asked, voice flattening. His fingers twitched against his glass, condensation dripping onto the tablecloth. The words didn't compute. A relationship dynamic sounded like something from a psychology textbook, not whatever chaotic, magnetic pull existed between him and Ilya. "What dynamic? Nothing like that is going on."

    Rose’s fingers froze against her glass. She studied Shane’s face. Watching the furrow between his brows, the way his jaw tensed like he was bracing for impact. He genuinely didn’t know. The realization hit her then. “Shane,” she said slowly, “you seriously don’t see it?”

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    Shane realizes that he and Ilya are in a very under negotiated D/s relationship

    Google doc of fic chapter 5 starts on page 72!

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  8. harder to breathe by

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    With a grin, Ilya leans up and kisses Shane slowly, “Who knew laundry got Shane Hollander so hot and bothered?”

    “I hate you,” Shane groans, shoving at Ilya’s chest.

    Ilya catches Shane's wrist in his hand and presses a gentle kiss to the soft skin there. Shane's heart stutters and he wonders if Ilya can feel the change in his pulse against his lips.

    “No, you don't,” Ilya grins, staring up at him with wide eyes.

    —

    Ilya spills wine and Shane offers to wash his shirt, but becomes distracted by obvious Ilya Rosanov related reason.

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  9. Shane has two kids, a soft belly, and a husband who looks at him like he hung the moon — which is great, except Shane can't stop standing in front of mirrors picking himself apart. Ilya has a solution. It involves a dark forest, five minutes head start, and absolutely no mercy. ________________ Or, Shane is getting fucked in a Forest

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  10. They’re in Boston on Ilya’s couch when it happens. They’ve lapsed into a comfortable silence, a muted game on in the background, Ilya’s head in Shane’s lap and Shane’s fingers in his hair. Ten minutes ago, they were tugging and twisting and curling; four minutes ago, they grew slow and tepid. When they go entirely still, Ilya turns in his lap to look up at him, ready to chirp him for falling asleep, but his breath catches in his throat at what he finds instead. Shane is not asleep, but he is not awake either. While visiting his boyfriend, Shane has a verbal shutdown in front of a woefully-unprepared Ilya for the first time.

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  11. 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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  12. “H’rder,” Shane whines into his mouth, not even trying to interrupt the kiss but speaking pathetically muffled and slurred around Ilya’s tongue. Ilya knocks their foreheads together, smiles. “Nooooo Ilya, not before the game, Ilya,” he whines, a sweetly mocking imitation of Shane, “and now look at you, mhm? Why should I ever listen to your complaining, baby, when you’re gonna be such an easy, perfect slut for it anyways?” Or: Shane plays four-dimensional chess to get Ilya to fuck him even when he tells him no, for Shane-typical control freak reasons, in Shane-typical convoluted ways, with Shane-typical unawareness of this being a sex freak thing. Ilya provides, of course.

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  13. 5 times Shane discovers a new kink for himself + 1 time he discovers one for Ilya

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  14. His entire body felt tense as the door was pushed open. He trained his eyes on the floor, monologuing before he could stop himself, “Just so you know, my buddies paid for this dance for me and I’m sure you’re very nice and very pretty and good at what you do but I’m actually gay so you can just- Do what you need to do but I don’t want you to be offended because I’m not as into this as you’re probably… usually…used to…” He trailed away as he looked up, and met the eyes of the very tall, very broad, very handsome man leaning against the doorframe. They stared at each other, and Shane blinked, struck dumb. Or, the night of JJ's bachelor party, Shane is forced into a lap dance he very much does not want. Until he does, and everything changes.

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  15. Rozanov has chirped him for being a bad sexter more than once, but Shane is confident in his first volley tonight.

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  16. Three times Shane fucked himself on his foster father’s knot while he slept, and one time Ilya was awake for it.

    The rules of their foster relationship were simple: don't ask about the blood, don't touch the guns, and definitely don't ride your alpha father's cock while he's blackout drunk.

    Shane is very bad at following rules.

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    “I’m right here. And you are okay, and you are safe, and healthy, and you are at home, yes? It is quiet, and nobody is there, nobody is bothering you. And the world is full of stupid idiots, but you are not one of them. And I am here. When you need me, I am here.” --------- or: The whole world thinks Shane is gay because of some stupid internet rumors, and he doesn't even have to confirm it. He's losing control of his entire life and he needs somewhere to put what little he does have. Ilya has open hands.

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  18. Ilya is certainly no stranger to having his son’s boyfriend over for the holidays. Shane has visited the Rozanovs plenty of times before, mainly for family celebrations. If Ilya is being honest with himself, Shane isn't really a great match for Andrei. He's not really sure how they've lasted so long. Not because Shane is a bad partner for Andrei, in fact, it's quite the opposite. Ilya thinks Shane could do better.

    No one needs to know that Ilya may or may not have fantasised about Shane once or twice before. Only once or twice.

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    Ilya Rozanov has a thing for his son's boyfriend, Shane Hollander.

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  19. “What if somebody sees us?” Shane protests, but he’s tilting his head, giving Ilya access to more salty skin.

    “Scandalous,” Ilya murmurs, kissing up to Shane’s ear, taking a second to tug on the lobe with his teeth and smiling when Shane’s breath hitches, “A married couple kissing in their own house.”

    “Oh, is kissing all you’re thinking of doing?” Shane asks, pretending to be coy as he buries a hand into Ilya’s hair. “Is that all you want?”

    Ilya feels like a fucking dog in heat, ready to clamp his teeth on Shane's shoulder and fucking hump his thigh until he comes; ready to turn him around and fuck him right there in the hallway for anyone to see, cheek to the wall and knees shaking as Ilya mounts him like a fucking animal.

    “Let me show you what I want,” Ilya replies, hoarse and drunk off something much stronger than the champagne and the vodka he had.

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    “Fuck, look at you,” Ilya breathes. “Ask me for it again.”

    “Hit me,” Shane says instantly, not a moment of hesitation.

    “Is your face not sore? You still want more?”

    “It’s sore,” Shane answers. “Please. I want more.”

    “Fuck,” Ilya hisses, and he extends his arm out, muscular and powerful, and he brings it down hard, harder than any of the previous smacks. This one makes Shane’s head reel, his entire upper half jolting in response to it. Ilya watches in concern and fascination, gauging his reaction.

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    Ilya's playful slap during the Hayden phone call scene awakens something in Shane.

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