GenZFanfix

Yes, one of the protagonists is a Russian citizen. But he’s trying very hard not to be a Russian citizen much longer. A major recurring plot point is that his own government would kill him or put him in prison if they found out he’s queer. He’s actively seeking a Canadian passport because he doesn’t feel safe in his homeland.

How the fuck is that pro-Russian propaganda? Is it pro-Russian propaganda simply to acknowledge that the country exists? And that not every citizen is ideologically aligned with Putin?

Does that person not realize that it’s illegal to watch the show in Russia? If it was really pro-Kremlin propaganda, people who live in Russia could watch it openly, instead of using VPNs and breaking the law.

tldr: HR is NOT russian propaganda but it has opened space for people to give russia soft power, and that is bad

“Hey,” Cliff says, suddenly struck with the best idea he’s ever had. “I think I know someone you’d get along great with.”

“Marleau, I’m not really looking—“

“No, no, trust me. He’s a good guy, and one of the best hockey players I’ve ever met—aside from you, of course.”

Shane isn’t sure where Cliff is going with this, but he does know he’s not interested in anyone but Ilya.

“I know you mean well but—“

“Rozanov,” Cliff announces, grin a mile wide, and Shane blinks. Cliff, for his part, is incredibly sure this is a good idea; he knows that Ilya is bisexual, even if he doesn’t talk about it. Even Cliff is aware of the dangers with Russia. Even if the rest of the league hates it, they can fuck off.

Mistaking Shane’s silence for skepticism, Cliff continues, “I know he seems like an asshole, but he’s one of the best men you’ll ever meet. I know you’ve seen it—the whole rivalry thing is bullshit anyways, right? He’s actually a big softie…”

okay but only because you said Please (and bc i am also a slut for bi marly)

part 1

my prompts are (usually lol) currently closed (unless you ask nicely with something i cannot resist apparently) but my ask box is open for yapping and headcanons <3

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"Marly fucked that guy again," Ilya drawled, squinting at Shane from behind his sunglasses. They were still in Spain, currently lounging around by their private pool, and only a few days had passed since the previous dramatic call from Cliff Marleau detailing his first gay encounter.

"Again?!" Shane asked, shading his face so he could look at Ilya more easily. "That was quick."

"Yes, I told him to do it some more, didn't I." Ilya smirked at Shane, then down at his phone. "And Marly always likes to fuck a lot, so." He said it so dryly, and it brought more heat into Shane's cheeks than the Spanish sun ever could.

"Really?"

"Yeah." Ilya shrugged, typing away on his phone. "And girls could never resist him, so probably guys can't, either."

Shane felt the curiosity inside him grow until it was unbearable. "What is he saying?" he eventually asked, "Did he like it?"

Ilya gave him a grin. "You are nosy."

Shane shrugged. "You know that."

"I do." Ilya stretched, and Shane admired his rippling abs. "We can call him." Before Shane could protest, Ilya had already hit the call button.

Marleau answered within the first two rings with an obnoxious "Hello, fuckerrrrrrr."

"Marly, you dirty dog," Ilya replied with a huge grin. Shane could feel the IQ lower by the second. This was one part of performing masculinity that would probably never open itself up for Shane. "Listen, Shane is very curious about you having more gay sex."

"Ilya!" Shane hissed, mortified. Marleau just laughed on the other end of the line.

Ilya held out his phone. "Say Hi, Shane!"

"Hello, Marleau," Shane said awkwardly, leaning forward to talk into the microphone.

"Hollander!" Marleau sounded more delighted than anything else, "You nosy cunt!" The way he said it made it sound more like an endearment than an insult.

"Sorry," Shane said awkwardly. Ilya pulled the phone away.

"Okay, what are you waiting for, talk," he commanded, gesturing with his free hand before making a grab for his cocktail and taking a sip as if to settle in for a good story.

"Okay, so," Marleau started. Shane leaned forward just slightly. "You remember the guy from last time, right? Man, he was great, he really fucking rocked my world, ten out of ten hole game. And like, how he said I could hit him up if I wanted to do it again, right?"

"What was his name?" Shane whispered.

"Shane wants to know what his name is," Ilya said. Shane kicked at his shin, but Ilya pulled his leg away too quickly for Shane to hit him.

"Evan," Marleau said confidently, then, "Wait, no, Ethan. It was Ethan." He let out a dirty laugh, "You know I just call them all babe."

Ilya let out a disapproving noise, eyes flickering to Shane.

"Anyway, so, he said I could hit him up, right? So, you know, I was thinking about it after the first time since it was pretty awesome. But I felt like I had to do some, y'know, soul searching and all that before." Marleau said this very seriously. Shane had to bite his lip to keep himself from smiling. "So, I took one of those Am I Gay? online quizzes."

Shane lost the battle against his laughter, covering his mouth with his hands.

"Wow," Ilya said flatly, "I did not know they made quizzes for this. You should have asked me instead, I could have told you the answer."

"What did it say?" Shane asked, trying to keep his voice flat.

"It said I'm probably bisexual," Marleau replied, "I wasn't sure, y'know, since I don't know if I ever want a dick in my ass-"

"Marly, that just means you are a top." Ilya gestured towards his phone like Marleau could see him, "I don't like dick in my ass either."

"But other things sometimes," Shane whispered. Ilya blew him a kiss, waggling his eyebrows, and it was embarrassing how much it turned Shane on.

"Oh, that's cool, man!" Marleau replied, sounding somewhat relieved. "Anyway, so, it gave me more clarity. So I hit Ethan up. Told him I am bisexual and asked him to come by."

"What is it with people coming out to the person they are fucking after fucking them?" Ilya asked.

"Not everyone knows they're queer from the first day of puberty like you," Shane said, earning himself a sassy little eyeroll.

"Exactly, Hollander!" Marleau agreed, making Shane feel vindicated. "So, he comes over, we have a drink, some pizza- well, I had pizza, not him, guess he wasn't hungry-"

Shane cringed.

"Marly," Ilya said very slowly, "You offered him pizza right before he was about to bottom for you?"

"...yeah," Marleau said, clearly not getting it.

"Marly." Ilya pinched the bridge of his nose, "Where does food go after you eat it?"

"...your stomach?" Marleau asked, clearly still not getting it.

"And after that?" Ilya asked, like he was talking to one of the Pike kids.

"Your..." Marly trailed off, "...oh. I didn't consider this." He sounded like he felt bad about it now. "He did have some after."

"After is fine," Shane chimed in, "And really, depending on what the food is..."

"Yes but pizza makes you shit yourself if you are not careful, so," Ilya said dryly. "Not everyone is star bottom like you."

Shane gave Ilya a mortified look.

"Ah, fuck," Marleau sighed, dejected. "You live and you learn I guess."

"So what then?" Ilya asked curiously.

"We went to my bedroom, and we, y'know, just made out for a while and it was pretty fucking nice again," Marleau was back to his obnoxious, smug, likeable self, "He sucked my dick for a while, but I didn't come from it this time- I jerked off before he came over, so." Marly sounded very proud of himself.

Shane tried to get the mental image out of his brain.

"And I ate his ass like you told me to, Cap."

"Yes, this is good!" Ilya sounded very delighted, "Did you like it?"

"Yes, I mean, it's not that different from eating a girl's ass- other than there's no pussy above it, so of course I liked it. But he really liked it, so that was awesome."

Shane had to give it to Marleau that, from what he heard, he was a generous lover.

"Eating it helps with the stretching," Ilya said like some wise old scholar.

"Ah, yes, that makes so much sense!" Marleau exclaimed. "My dick went in pretty easily. He said we could do it missionary this time! I had no idea that worked! It was fucking great."

"It is," Ilya confirmed.

"So yeah, we did that, and it was so hot, seeing his face, being able to kiss him..." Marleau sighed happily, and Shane tried to will away a very embarrassing half-chub, "And he was making all these noises, y'know, kinda like a girl but not. And he came on my dick again which was fucking hot, too. And I felt his ass clamp down on me when it happened, which was, like, woah."

"Yes," Ilya said smugly, "Is best feeling."

"Truly, brother." Marleau sighed again. "So yeah. Another successful gay fuck."

"Are you gonna see him again?" Shane asked.

"Eh, I don't know." Marleau blew out a breath, "Maybe. But I will be at your camp in a few days, anyway, so."

"You will increase the statistics, now," Ilya said.

"For sure, brother," Marleau said in a tone that made it obvious he hadn't understood what Ilya meant by that.

"I am sure there will be plenty of gay guys for you to meet in New York, too," Shane said, trying to console Marleau.

"Fuck yeah!" Marleau chuckled, "Man, this means I could pull double!" He gasped, "Or more threesomes!"

"Welcome to the beautiful world of bisexuality," Ilya said with a huge, shit-eating smirk on his face.

"Fuck, dude. That's... I need to think about that," Marleau said very sincerely. "I gotta go."

"Okay. No more online tests though, yes?" Ilya said.

"For sure, Cap." The line went dead.

"Wow," Shane said; it came out breathier than intended.

Ilya's eyebrows slowly rose over the top rim of his sunglasses. Behind the shades, Shane could see Ilya's eyes dart down towards his crotch, where Shane was still covering the fact that he was half hard with his hands.

"What?" Shane asked, blushing violently.

Ilya, naturally, appoints himself detective. He is team captain and the most perceptive person here after all. He takes it super seriously, sitting people down on the couch for interrogations, theorizing about motives, trying to connect the victims past "they play hockey and are here".

The gravity with which he is conducting himself does not mean that he's not cracking jokes the whole time, mostly about Shane being his sexy assistant who should have brought his glasses.

Finally, when almost half the team is dead and Ilya is running out of suspects, he makes a joke about handcuffs. Shane laughs.

With dawning horror, Ilya turns slowly towards his husband. "You would never laugh at the idea of me handcuffing someone else."

Shane just flashes an angelic smile and offers up his wrists. "You caught me, detective."

"We are here today," Coach Wiebe said stiffly, "to discuss," he cleared his throat, "appropriate workplace relationships and affection amongst...teammates."

The locker room was dead silent, save for an entire team of men stifling laughter. 

"It's come to my attention," Wiebe continued, his face clearly forced into a neutral expression, "that some of you-" there was a cough that sounded strangely like 'Roz' "-are having trouble keeping your hands to yourself. We must remember that even though we are playing a contact sport, it's important to stay...professional."

A couple snorts, a few laughs turned into hacking coughs, and a lot of pointed looks towards a smirking Ilya and a deeply flushed Shane.

"Since yesterday's incident–"

"Can you explain the incident, please? Some of us are unclear about what happened," Wyatt piped up, a huge, knowing grin on his face.

Wiebe shot him a glare. "I can't-"

"A rookie from the other team walked in on Roz and Hollzy 'celebrating,'" Bood explained unnecessarily, chuckling. "Heard the screams from all the way down the hall."

"Eh, seems like an overreaction. I think he was just being a sore loser," Troy muttered, smirking.

"Not the only one who was sore," Ilya added, grinning when Shane hissed and shot him a glare while Dykstra offered him a high-five.

"Be that as it may," Wiebe said firmly, looking like he was trying very hard not to laugh. "You all have to remember that if you're ever...approached in a way you don't like...you can always..." he made an 'X' with his hand and backed away, "and report it to myself, or HR, or someone on the team you trust."

The room was silent for a moment. Then-

"And...if we like it?" Shane murmured, a small smirk on his face.

- he would buy a photo booth just so they could fuck in it and get polaroid pictures of it

- he owns private land so they can fuck in the forests when they go on private hiking trips

- home-movie theatre to watch their porn videos (or game tape)

- he installs a giant mirror above their bed so they can see themselves fuck

- casually buys yuna a birkin and david a first edition sherlock holmes book

- anya has a personal groomer who comes once a month to give her doggy spa treatment

- rents out a museum so he can take arthur to see the dinosaurs without all the other people bothering them

And that doesn’t happen with Ilya because it takes them 10 years

Which is ancient for hockey romance! Hockey guys get married within a year of dating, this is normal! And Ilya getting married young having kids young that would be the established track and that’s what Cliff is expecting of him and then he doesn’t do that.