VainDeception



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    He had little to do with Ilya Rozanov. They had met, years ago, at the prospect cup before he was drafted, and then kept meeting over and over. He’d done a good job at getting under Shane’s skin, over confident and stereotypical Dom that he was, and, after a weirdly charged ad shoot that had Shane scurrying back to his hotel room before he had even showered, he had never stopped. Drafted as rivals, made even more infamous by the idea of Dom vs Sub, Rozanov had never skipped a chance to chirp at him, pretending to flirt, calling him pretty - not handsome, not cool, pretty, it didn’t matter that Shane was a Sub, in the sports world, that read as an insult - and grinding his gears until they were sanded down to nothing. Shane Hollander fucking hated Ilya Rozanov. And Ilya Rozanov would not leave him alone.

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    Ilya Rozanov throws a rock at Shane Hollander's face. It snowballs from there.

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    10 Jul 2026

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    Shane is having a bad evening. The whole week had been shit, actually. But being in an extremely public place with hundreds of people chattering and most of them touching or talking to him and the lights and his sock is weird and no, I don't want a tray of fried hors d'ouvres or a third glass of champagne-- well.
    A storm is brewing. And only David and apparently Ilya Rozanov of all people can see what's coming.

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    06 Jul 2026

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    "Do you want to have that day you said?

    Shane stops nuzzling his sweatpants, breathes in a last time and turns around until he's face up looking at him. Ilya touches his face for a second; his freckles, the lovely cupid's bow of his lip, the tip of his nose. Shane blinks. "You're sure?"

    Ilya doesn't laugh, but it is a close thing. Is he sure? Of being fucked to death by his husband? Easiest thing he's done in his life. "Yes. You want to—what. Use me?"

    Shane breathing picks up, hitches. He tears his eyes away from Ilya's, turns again until he can easily raise Ilya's shirt to press a kiss on his stomach, into a bunch of freckles he has close to his belly button. Shane loves that place. "Yes, like—" he starts, and then stops.

    "Like what?" Ilya encourages him.

    "Like a toy."

    Ilya thinks being free use for a day will be a piece of cake. Shane is glad to prove him wrong.

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    03 Jul 2026

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    “Eyes on me.” There is a sharp satisfaction as those eyes lift immediately to meet his again. “I need your name.”

    The man’s lashes flutter. “Shane, sir.”

    Ilya nods and lets his hand move through Shane’s hair. It is soft, and Shane leans into the touch, eyes closing briefly as if the contact alone is enough to ground him. The response is so natural that it gives Ilya pause.

    “Tell me about your limits.” Ilya doubts he is going to be close to any limits tonight, as Shane looks like he already had a pretty rough night. But he still needs to ask, good hygiene. 

    A small smile appears on Shane’s face, he looks at Ilya deeply, eyes not wandering away as he speaks, “There are no limit, sir.” He looks at the disbelief appearing on Ilya’s face and offers, “I’m the house slave.”

     

    Or, Ilya didn’t come for attachment, but Shane, bruised, obedient, and unraveling, becomes the one thing he can’t leave broken.

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    02 Jul 2026

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    The first time Shane had sensed it, they’d been three goals up, winning a game they didn’t really deserve to win.

    ‘Rozanov - ‘ something on his face must have given away how truly terrible he feels, because Hollander is stepping closer, a look of concern etched over his features. He bites back his words - Ilya sways, just barely, dizzy all of a sudden - and Hollander gets out ‘Ilya,’ the name low and far too intent. Hollander smells worried, rain-charcoal-loam, a thick miasma. 

    Ilya chokes back a noise of pain as his stomach cramps, deep pain low in his pelvis - another wave of heat flushes over his cheeks - and it’s then that he feels the first trickle of slick and realizes, horribly and suddenly, what must impossibly be happening. What has been happening.

    He's going into heat.

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    01 Jul 2026