Cincinnus



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    “This is the first game of the season that we win the fucking Cup.”

    The opening game of the Ottawa Centaurs in their first season with both Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov. Versus the Toronto Guardians, sore about Troy Barrett and Wyatt Hayes performing so well in the worst team in the league. Tempers running high, a team tired of losing, and itching for a chance to show how hard they can play. How they aren't going to stand for any shit.

    Who knows what could happen?

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    It’s not Shane’s fault, really. The being hard and begging Ilya for it in a dirty public bathroom thing.

    If he had a nickel for every time it happened, he would now have two.

    Or: Guard dog Ilya punches a Metro, Shane gets to live his dream of licking Ilya’s blood, and Ilya finally gets his dick stepped on as god intended.

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    Here is what everyone thinks of you. It’s exactly what you feared. It might actually be worse.

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    A handsome, panicked face swims into view, and Ilya isn’t sure, but he thinks the man is calling his name.

    “…ya – hey! There you are,” the stranger says shakily, one strong hand clutching Ilya’s face. “Fuck, Ilya, you’ve gotta stay awake, okay? They’re coming, just hold on. I’m here.”

    He’s ethereal under the stadium light. It falls like white water over his dark, messy halo of hair, caresses the edges of his tensed jaw and the anguish etched into his face, outlines the curve of his full, trembling lips as he looks down at Ilya, trying to hold Ilya’s gaze with his own.

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