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    Shane’s voice was almost a whisper as he admitted, “I fucked up.”

    Ilya stopped in his tracks, “What do you mean?”

    “He knows. Scott Hunter fucking knows.”
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    OR: Shane calls Ilya crying after the fight. Ilya yells at Scott Hunter about it.
    *Now with Kip's POV in part 2 and everyone at the Kingfisher in part 3!

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    12 Mar 2026

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    Ilya, seemingly struggling to catch his breath.

    Ilya, having a nightmare.

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    07 Mar 2026

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    This is, by far, the weirdest concussion-fever-dream Shane has ever had. Especially considering the fact that he doesn’t have a concussion – he hasn’t taken a hit, or collapsed, or done anything that would result in head trauma in the last few months, as far as he knows. But clearly, he has to be misremembering, because there is no way this can be real.

    In which Shane Hollander gets turned every which way by four versions of Ilya Rozanov at once.

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    12 Feb 2026

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    “You like these touched, don’t you?” His hand slid up, palm covering Shane’s left nipple, thumb circling, teasing. Shane’s eyes crossed, mouth opening on a ragged keen, body arching forward to offer more. “Do you play with them at home, hm?” Ilya taunted, pinching the tight bud. “Do you twist them under your sheets while you think of me? Does Mommy ever walk in on her sweet boy tugging his little tits and moaning?”

    A sob-half-laugh burst from Shane, mortifying and incandescent. “N-no, Father, oh God, n-no, she—ahhh—she’d—” His hole clenched around Ilya’s cock at the mention, involuntary, lust flaring hotter. The priest caught it, chuckled.

    “She’d be horrified to see her precious son like this,” Ilya murmured, nails scratching lightly over the right nipple now, making Shane shudder. “Socks on, slut naked, riding his priest’s cock right in the house of God.”

    In the house of God, Ilya found his most devout worshipper not in the pews, but bent over the altar, begging for absolution with every thrust.

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    10 Feb 2026

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    When a pheromone bomb explodes in the middle of the first Montreal v. Boston game of the season, Shane is forced to make some fast decisions to try and protect his teammates and his lover.

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    26 Jan 2026