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  1. At The Devil’s Sacrament by

    Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types, Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
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    2026-08-18

    A blog reports on Ilya Rozanov’s presence at Scott Hunter’s gay club afterparty following the 2017 NHL Awards—and twitter reacts.

    I perched at the bar watching with a sinking sense of dread as the minutes ticked by and not one other player walked through the door.

    Until one did.

    Ilya Rozanov, captain of the Boston Bears and this year’s recipient of the Rocket Richard Award, turned up alone nearly two hours after Hunter’s group arrived. It was a shocking development for a number of reasons.

    Bloggers be like “I saw Ilya Rozanov dancing with gay men at the Devil’s Sacrament!!!!” girl… what were YOU doing at the Devil’s Sacrament?

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  2. Wait, Don't I Know You? by

    Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
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    2026-02-24

    Kip wasn't into hockey before he met Scott. He got quite a surprise when the best hookup of his life showed up in the VIP section at Scott Hunter night.

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  3. play along by

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    2026-01-01

    At Scott Hunter night, Ilya gets pulled into a drunken game of truth or dare with Scott and his teammates. “Come on, it’ll be fun,” Vaughn said, elbowing him hard in his side. A pretty woman was cuddled into his side on the couch, Gloria, and she gave a cute little giggle at this. On Vaughn’s other side, another Admiral sat, Huff, who was just rolling his eyes as well. Ilya scowled at him. “Is game for horny teenagers, no?” “So?” Vaughn shot back. “What, can't take the heat, Rozanov?” “I’m in,” Kip said hesitantly from where he is tucked under Hunter’s arm like a little baby bird. Hunter smiled down at him soppily, and something in that adoring look between them softened Ilya. “Fine,” he grumbled, taking a sip of his vodka and averting his gaze. Fuck, but he missed Hollander. “Hell yeah!” Vaughn cheered. “Alright, Scott, it's your night so you get to go first. Truth or dare?” Hunter gave his teammate a half-hearted glare but sat back, expression contemplative. “I guess, truth?” Vaughn smirked, and Ilya felt his spine straightening, his radar for mischief going haywire. Maybe this would be fun after all… “Who said I love you first?” Rozanov let out a booming, incredulous laugh. “Oh my God, Vaughn, you are so boring.” “I was low-balling,” he argued back. “You gotta ease them into asking for the juicy stuff, Rozanov.” He blew a raspberry at him, which made Vaughn give a startled laugh. At the railing, Matti Jalo looked amused. He’d always liked Jalo. His chirps were actually funny, unlike the rest of the old, boring Admiral players. “Fine, Hunter, answer boring question,” Ilya said, waving his hand dismissively. Bennett, who was nursing a soda, shook his head at him, bemused. Ilya winked at him. Bennett wasn't so bad for a goalie. Still weird, and ancient, obviously. Slow. But a decent guy. Hunter looked down at his boyfriend. “I did,” he admitted. “It was, well everything happened pretty quickly, for us.” Ilya fought the urge to roll his eyes again. Hunter was just as lame as he’d always suspected. He shoved the ball of envy back down his throat, pummeling it back into place. “Booo, next,” he said instead. Hunter bristled a little at that, but Kip laid a quelling hand on his arm, giving Ilya a searching look. He looked very pretty, actually, with his slightly mussed hair and lined eyes. A little sexy, even. He wondered how Hollander would react, if he showed up with eyeliner on… Ilya filed the thought away for another time, glancing between Hunter and Kip and the rest of the Admirals who had turned up here to support them. They were all still a little suspicious of him. Even as he sat here in a gay bar in Las Vegas, playing a kid’s game with them, while the rest of the league's best and brightest stayed away. He couldn't really blame them. He understood the wariness. Hunter glared a little but then relented, casting his eyes to Bennett. “Eric,” he said. “Truth or dare?” Bennett shifted and asked for a dare, and Ilya couldn't help but study him, wondering what truth he was hiding from. Though, he could probably guess. He kept playing with his wedding ring, and he was like a thousand years old. His money was on the wife or retirement. Maybe both. Bennett was dared to go and dance with someone for thirty seconds, which he did with absolutely zero shame, sidling up to the first guy who batted their eyes at him while they all stood at the railing, cheering him on. It seemed that Bennett liked them young, and pretty, and well, male. Interesting. Bennett's cheeks had a light dusting of pink on them as he returned to the cheers of the table, sliding back into his seat with a sheepish grin. The truths were mundane, the dares barely even risqué. Until, suddenly, Hunter was turning to him, and there was this look in his eyes, slightly knowing, a lot smug. Ilya had chosen dare. Bennett wasn't the only one hiding from uncomfortable truths. “I dare you to call Hollander, on speakerphone, and use a pickup line on him.” He felt his eyebrows rise as the table all burst out laughing. That felt… very targeted.

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