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“So sad,” Ilya coos and Shane looks away, his lip jutting out against his will. He gets a pinch on his cheek for his efforts. “I will help, hm?”
Shane side eyes him. “And how exactly are you gonna do that?”
It’s not hard to figure out what Ilya is thinking, not when he bares his teeth and winks at Shane, so beautiful it makes Shane’s breath stutter in his chest.
“I know a few ways to get you out of your head, I think.”
Shane and Ilya have one more day left in the cottage and Shane can't get out of his head to enjoy the moment. Ilya has an idea on how to spend their last evening together before they meet again.
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- Part 3 of mean dom ilya week
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04 Jun 2026
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Ilya could feel Shane’s heartbeat. Cradled there on Ilya’s lap, in his arms, offering Ilya all the peace and steadiness he’d almost felt slip through his fingers, his pulse was a grounding rhythm. Proof of life, of reality.
Shane was there, with him, still. He hadn’t left when Ilya told him about his family and about Russia. About his father. He’d climbed into his lap and held him, like it was easy.
So there it was: Shane wasn’t just anyone’s, anymore. No longer belonged to a world and a woman that Ilya couldn’t be.
Ilya kissed him and kissed him; how could he not? The taste of him was home.
Or: what happened between Shane sitting in Ilya’s lap and the ‘goodnight Shane/goodnight Ilya’ moment.
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03 Jun 2026
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Shane & Ilya’s adventures in lingerie. Written chronologically, but each more or less functions as a oneshot.
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03 Jun 2026
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Not long after Shane got home from the latest road trip, a small brown mailing envelope turned up at his apartment, nondescript and entirely uninteresting to anyone but him.
He barely waited to get inside and shut the door behind him before tearing into it.
A small piece of fabric - hardly more than a scrap - landed in his hands. He held it up to see it better, and inhaled sharply.
It was a pair of black underwear. Boy shorts, he was pretty sure they were called - kind of ironic. They were entirely lace, and as such, mostly see-through. They also had a tiny little bow on the front at the waistband. His heart pounded as he looked at them; he could imagine himself in them. He thought about Ilya’s hands on them, and on his body while he wore them. He was already getting worked up.
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- Part 5 of guilty pleasure
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03 Jun 2026
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Ilya widens his eyes, moves his hands in an impatient “get on with it” motion. He has the urge to say it for him, end both their misery. Shane blinks rapidly a few times, takes another deep breath. “I want to stop,” he says simply.
Ilya lets out one humorless laugh, “Stop what?”
Shane ignores him. “At the All Star Game, I told you I liked you. And you said about Russia and your family. And I looked some things up. I get it. I get it better now. I know we can’t but I can’t stop wanting to be…more. Unless we stop.”
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Shane just wants to be friends and Ilya is, like, fine with that or whatever
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02 Jun 2026