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    The anger finally bubbles over and he does something he’s never felt the urge to do before, he drops his gloves and grabs the front of his black Boston jersey before punching him in the face.

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    Shane and Ilya fight on the ice and get mutually turned on

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    23 Mar 2026

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    Ilya knew Shane would taste good.

    He just hadn’t known it would feel like this.

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    21 Mar 2026

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    There’s a bruise on Shane’s hip that shouldn’t mean anything.

    He finds himself wishing it did.

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    21 Mar 2026

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    “Fuck, look at you,” Ilya breathes. “Ask me for it again.”

    “Hit me,” Shane says instantly, not a moment of hesitation.

    “Is your face not sore? You still want more?”

    “It’s sore,” Shane answers. “Please. I want more.”

    “Fuck,” Ilya hisses, and he extends his arm out, muscular and powerful, and he brings it down hard, harder than any of the previous smacks. This one makes Shane’s head reel, his entire upper half jolting in response to it. Ilya watches in concern and fascination, gauging his reaction.

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    Ilya's playful slap during the Hayden phone call scene awakens something in Shane.

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    20 Mar 2026

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    Ilya laughs. “You are the one I target the most in the rinks. You are the one I check the most into the boards.” His teeth are lazy, backlit by a glint of amusement. “You are Shane Hollander, the best of the best. Which means,” he tilts Shane’s chin to the side and examines his cheeks closely, “I should be disappointed when you aren’t scoring like you should, yes?”

    or: Ilya fucks Shane with an airsoft pistol.

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    20 Mar 2026