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    “Shane.” Ilya’s hands caught him around the waist. “I love that you handled it. Maybe it was not the best strategy, but it's not about that. I don’t mind being protected when it is you doing it.”

    Shane felt like his entire chest had turned to goo at the sentiment.

    “Also,” Ilya added, and now his tone was smug again, “I did not know you were so good at fighting. Moy tigryonok, so vicious. It was very arousing. I could hardly look at you afterwards without whole arena knowing how much I wanted to fuck you.”


    Now that they're on the same team, Shane gets to fight for Ilya. It goes even better than he might've hoped.

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    12 Jun 2026

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    02 Jun 2026

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    After another brutal loss, Ilya comes back hollowed out and exhausted—angry at his body, his team, himself. Shane already knows what he needs.

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    31 May 2026

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    Ilya wants to crawl inside Shane’s chest.

    Not to hurt him—never that—but to exist in the only place that has ever felt like home. He’s tired of the distance that hotel rooms, trade rumors, and skin create between them. He wants to be closer than physics allows.

    Or: Ilya has a crisis about the "cruel design flaw" of being two separate people.

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    30 May 2026

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    “You are planning to rob me or what?” He hears Rozanov call, and he can’t help but smile slightly even as he rolls his eyes, closing the door to the linen closet and feeling strangely lighter than when he opened it, reassured that he’s just trying to read into a blank page, that today doesn’t mean anything more than Rozanov doesn’t mind him being around, which is strangely flattering.

    “I don’t know,” he calls back. “Don’t Russians like diamonds and fur and stuff? Where should I start looking if I want to know what my options are?”

    He hears Rozanov laugh, and it makes him smile.

    When he joins him in the living room once more, Rozanov tugs him down to lean against him again. Shane goes easier this time, settling into it, knowing it doesn’t mean anything other than the fact that he just happens to be the closest warm body, the person on Rozanov’s roster who filled today’s slot.

    (the tuna meltdown doesn't happen) (this does not mean they get ANY better at communication)

    (or: how shane didn't realize he had a boyfriend for several months)

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    24 May 2026