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    Ilya Rozanov-Hollander woke up on the sixth anniversary of the day he told his husband he loved him for the first time, and thought: I want Shane to fuck me.

    Shane, tucked under his arm and snoring softly into his armpit, warbled on unaware.

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    Shane shuffles his feet, nervously. “So, I met your mom. She’s really nice.”

    Rozanov’s eyes cut to him and there’s something in there that Shane doesn’t understand. He hates how bad he is at reading people’s faces, especially now that Ilya is looking at him like he has said the worst possible thing he could say, instead of trying to make nice small talk like he intended to.

    “What did you say?” Ilya asks.

    Shane flinches and this time he is sure Ilya didn’t miss it. Rozanov’s cutting gaze is making his skin crawl in a way that makes him want to run and hide. He swallows hard and, with everything in him, he holds Rozanov’s gaze.

    “I said,” Shane’s voice is shaky. “I met your mom. She’s really nice. We talked for a little while, before the figure skating started.”

    “Is this a joke?” Ilya’s voice cracks on the last word. “Are you playing some kind of sick joke on me?”

    OR: Shane Hollander meets Irina Rozanova('s ghost) at the Sochi Olympics.

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    Shane and Ilya's relationship is the best kept secret in all of professional hockey. That is, until an ill-fated Christmas party brings it all crashing down.

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    I love watching you on the ice, sore from you, knowing no one else can tell but us.

    Before Ilya could remember how to speak—in any language at all—Shane was subbed in. At that point, it was already bad. Shane was the Duke of Directness, the Verbatim Vicomte; he’d come out to Ilya the minute he figured it out himself, begged to be fucked like he was following up on an email, and thought discussing the intricacies of his Evoque’s off-road capabilities made for riveting bedtime conversation. He did not do dirty talk anymore than he did losing hockey games. And yet.

    Right as his skates hit the ice, he glanced over his shoulder at Ilya.

    And winked.

    Aka: Shane finally learns Russian. Chaos ensues.

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    “When you’re with her,” Ilya continues, voice rough and breathless, “and she does fuck all for you no matter how hard you close your eyes, do you try to angle your hand so she brushes up on the scar? Do you do everything you can to remember it exists? Am I there with you, Hollander? Always?”

    Shane wants to touch him—so he does the only thing he’s allowed to do.

    He throws the first punch.

    Or: After Shane and Ilya's first on-ice fight sends the media into a frenzy, the league forces them to date to control the narrative.

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