milotrash 2: electric boogaloo

He hated losing. He particularly hated losing against his husband.

"Sorry," Ilya panted as he grabbed a water bottle from the bench.

"No you aren't," Shane glared, swiping his own bottle. "A shot on an empty net should not fucking count."

"Oh it counts," Ilya smacked his stick against Shane's. "It was in last 2 seconds of the game. That counts."

Their wager at been the first to score a hat trick for the Cens this season would win. Shane got close with the first two games and but Ilya was on fire tonight. They lead 5-2, with Ilya scoring a hat trick and the last goal, and Shane and Haas with one goal each. Even though two of Ilya's goal's were assists of Shane during a powerplay.

Still, Ilya won.

"So," Shane asked him once they were getting dressed after showers. Most of the guys had filed out already. "What do you want?"

"What do I want...," Ilya pretended to think like he didn't already have an answer. The asshole. "So many possibilities."

"Well you can think about it then."

"Wait, I got it," Ilya snapped, like the idea just came to him and leaned closer to Shane so only he could hear. "I want a lap dance."

"What?" Shane hissed, pulling back. "No fucking way, dude."

"Is my prize," Ilya said. "Unless you are too scared."

"I'm not scared," Shane recoiled.

"No, it's okay," Ilya said condescendingly, a glint in his eyes. "It is probably intimidating. I mean, Ilya Rozanov has gotten so many lap dances. Professional ones, yes? How are you going to, uh, hold up to that. I'll think of something easier for you."

"I know what you're fucking doing."

"Is it working?"

Fucking yes. Yes, it was.

~*~*~*~

Shane was nothing if not all in. His mother used to tell him anything worth doing is worth doing well. And then Shane would take 'well' and turn that into being the best.

The problem was, Shane really couldn't give a lap dance better than professionals.

His recent google searches included research such as:

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Shane groaned, and laid his head on his desk. This was so stupid. He should not be nervous about giving his own husband a lap dance. His husband who has seen, touched, licked, every inch of his body.

He knew Ilya liked to watch. And Shane, not so secretly, liked to be watched. Ilya watching him gave him that same buzz as stadiums rising to chant his name. Still. He wasn't a great dancer. He danced with Ilya sometimes but Ilya always lead. He wasn't going to be able to hold a candle to all the professional women Ilya had gotten lap dances from. Especially with only a couple days to prepare.

But. Shane lifted his head. He could do something that none of those professional women could.

It was a risky move, Shane considered, but like Ilya always said, he was brave.

~*~*~*~

When Ilya walked back through the door with Anya after their evening walk and hung his keys on the hook, he was immediately aware there was no husband throwing himself into Ilya's arms. Or even saying hi. Rude.

"Shane?" Ilya called out, toeing off his shoes. "We're back."

"In here!" Shane called out from the living room.

As Ilya walked into the room, a slow smile spread over his face. Shane had dragged a dining room chair into the center of the room, coffee table and couch pushed out of the way. He had set their lights to a nice soft warm glow.

"Right now?"

"Got anything else to do?" Shane shifted, nervous. His brave, perfect boy.

"Nothing," Ilya responded. "Let me put Anya up and I'll be right back."

After he put Anya in her mansion of a crate with a peanut butter filled Kong and some toys, he stalked back into the living room, smoothing over his hair. He was curious how Shane was going to play this.

He suspected some soft, sexy song. Maybe from one of Ilya's playlists.

Shane wasn't dressed up, but Ilya didn't expect him to be. He was wearing a hoodie and some sweatpants. Good layers for a lap dance, so he could slowly pull each of them off. Ilya hoped he was wearing one of those tight black tank tops underneath...

He settled into the chair, letting a cool, confident look wash over his features, legs sprawled open and hands resting on his thighs.

Shane took a deep breath and clicked the remote for their Bluetooth surround sound system.

Immediately, a familiar, albeit slowed down, song filled his ears.

There lived a certain man, in Russia long ago

Ilya let out a startled laugh. What? This was not the soft sexy song he expected. Still, this was a song that he loved so much that a line from it was on his Instagram bio for years - Russia's Greatest Love Machine.

Shane, a little stiffly at first, started to move with the music, and pointed over to Ilya when the song said 'a certain man'. He let his hips sway and his shoulders move, finding the song's rhythm.

He was big and strong and in his eyes, a flaming glow

Shane made a show of flexing his arms, finally starting to walk over to an Ilya who could barely contain his joy. His perfect husband. Shane brushed his hand over Ilya's cheeks.

Most people looked at him with terror and the fear

Shane pulled off the hoodie and Ilya shifted in his seat. Shane turned around, showing off Ilya's Centaur's jersey.

But to Moscow chicks he was such a lovely dear

Shane pressed his hands over his heart and then took down his pants, now in just tight black boxers and Ilya's jersey. He looked so fucking good. Thick, plush thighs disappearing into tight black fabric. Without all the under-gear, the jersey looked even bigger on him than usual, falling just above the hemline of his underwear. Ilya just wanted to flip it up, fabric pooling around his waist...

Ilya reached out to touch his thighs and Shane backed up.

"Hey," Shane said lowly. "No touching the dancers. I'll have to get security if you try that again, sir."

"Sorry," Ilya said breathlessly and sat on his hands. Shane seemed pleased with this and finally lowered himself on Ilya's lap. He didn't let all of his weight down, bracing himself on his spread feet as he hovered just above Ilya's lap.

Shane didn't really dance so much as he just grinded against Ilya, but he had no complaints. He did lip sing parts of the song, which would make Ilya laugh. When Shane whispered, breath hot against his ear, "lover of the Russian queen", Ilya finally broke.

"Fuck, Shane," Ilya's hips bucked up to his husband, desperate for it.

"You won a whole song," Shane responded, but by his gasps Ilya knew he was just as close to breaking.

"Exception," Ilya begged.

"Maybe just this once," Shane let all his weight settled onto his husband's lap. He pulled Ilya's hands up and he wasted no time grabbing him by the waist and pressing him close. Shane's hands went to his hair as he kissed him roughly.

"Wait," Ilya stood up with Shane still in his arms and Shane whined at the kiss ending. "Shh," Ilya soothed, placing Shane on the chair.

"Ilya," Shane complained, starting to pull off the jersey.

"Hey," Ilya said sharply. "Jersey stays on."

"What are you doing?"

NaLu Week Day 6: Adventure

I promise Happy's not dead...

Yuna Hollander is actually a member of the Japanese Imperial Family. For context, the Japanese Royal line is strictly male only so no women can inherit the throne and any females of the family who marry normal people, have to give up their titles. (Princess Mako famously did this in real life)

So what if Yuna was a Japanese princess?

She went to McGill as a foreign exchange student to study in a place where she could have a few years as a normal person before starting royal duties but fell for the handsome hockey player David while there. Since she is a woman, she isn't going to inherit and although she only has sisters, one of them can have a son to carry the bloodline so she decided to give up her place in the family to marry David and become a commoner.

She is perfectly happy with this outcome and makes a life for herself in Canada. She and David have Shane and although they did occasionally visit some members of her family when Shane was small so Shane could meet his granddad (who happens to be the Emperor), because she gave up her claim, Shane is also technically excluded from the throne and the visits were so low key that people outside Japan forgot she even existed.

Besides, they stopped visiting after a while because Shane's hockey career was taking off.

Unfortunately, the Japanese Imperial Family is facing a succession crisis due to the lack of males in the family line, and inside Japan, Shane is starting to look like a good candidate for the next Crown Prince.

Shane, and the wider Western World, have no idea about any of this. Ilya eventually learns and almost loses his mind.

Shane doesn't understand just how important his family is. Yuna is the oldest daughter of the Emperor but since she became a commoner to marry David, the media and people agreed to leave her alone and in Japan, that wish is respected so Yuna and Shane are not approached by the general public.

Obviously, she bought Shane to meet his family when he was a baby but with the commoner status, they couldn't take part in anything in any ceremonial capacity, so it was all just meetings in private, where everything was more normal. Still very formal but Shane, brought up in a western culture and only seeing this part of his Asian heritage, thinks its normal and he knows that his family was important but not that important.

Shane adores his grandfather and was spoilt rotten whenever he came to Japan and some people even referred to him as a Prince, but it was never taken seriously. Back in Canada, with his anglicized name and habits, it didn't even register to him that he was being treated differently. He is fluent in Japanese but since English and French are the languages of his home, he never paid attention to the honorifics being said to him when he was in Japan. It also helps that he has a Japanese name as well so many people don't connect the Japanese Royal with a white bread name like Shane. Yuna and David, while not keeping things from him, didn't advertise it as they didn't want Shane growing up with an ego or being resentful because he was not in the line to inherit.

As he grew, Shane stopped going to Japan often and although he talked to his Grandparents, aunts and cousins over the phone, he didn't see them in person anymore.

All plans to go back to Japan went out the window when he began preparing for the Prospect Cup, since he was balancing Schoolwork with the possibility of getting drafted (although he does remember one call with his grandfather who told him if Shane wanted to join the AIHL, he had contacts. It didn't occur to Shane at the time that it was odd his grandfather basically offered to get him into the Asian League)

After Shane got drafted, he did plan one trip during his rookie season but it fell apart before he could go. One of his aunts and his cousins came to Canada and America and he did plan to catch up with them but had to pull out due to being on the road for a game (He was a bit annoyed they didn't offer to change the date of their meeting, not realising that it was a state visit and those can't just be changed at random)

After that, a lot of his down time was taken up with growing his career and his friendships with Hayden and JJ (and later, with Ilya) He manages some video calls now since his grandfather is very tech savvy and his parents still go to Japan occasionally and when they do, they bring him back lavish gifts from his grandparents and aunts.

These gifts are so expensive that one time, he showed something he got to JJ and the Pikes and JJ asked if Shane was sure his grandfather wasn't in the Yakuza. It was a joke but Shane definitely put two and two together and got the completely wrong number. He remembered his grandfather's offer to get him into the AIHL and it gives Shane mixed feelings but he eventually decides plausible deniability is the best. If his family is involved in organise crime, he doesn't want to know. So he ignores it.

Things do get a little weird during the Sochi Olympics, especially when Canada vs. Japan. The Japanese players are very weird around Shane, especially when he introduces himself to them using his Japanese name (sans Title) as a gesture of good will, but Shane had chalked it up to the team being nervous to represent their country and if they insisted on bowing to him and avoiding eye contact, well, maybe his reputation as one of the best players managed to make it to Asia.

Sometimes he is approached in the streets of Montreal by Japanese tourists, but he just assumed they were fans of hockey, even if they acted confused when he offered them his autograph.

Eventually he and Ilya are outed and Shane calls his grandfather to tell him. His grandfather is upset and Shane thinks he will have to cut off contact but eventually, dear old granddad comes around (After Yuna has words with her father) What Shane doesn't know is none of his aunts had managed to produce a son meaning there is no heir for two generations and in Japan, there is a lot of talk about him. Some people want him placed back in the line of succession while others hate that he is a half white foreigner.

Even his grandfather is reassessing Shane's position in the family and him being gay is a possible problem. So his relationship with Ilya, even if he doesn't realise it, could be seen as an issue for the future. But his granddad is reasonable and doesn't want to destroy his relationship with Shane over something that might not happen. He even sends a really nice gift for the wedding.

After Shane and Ilya marry and he joins the Centaurs and they win their first Stanley Cup together, the MLH agrees to a Show Game against the AIHL. Since a Japanese team won the Asian League that year, they invited the Centaurs to Tokyo for a match between the two winning teams.

Shane hasn't seen his family in person since he was a kid, he decides he should visit while he is there. Ilya can come with him or join the rest of the Centaurs going to Disney after the game because Shane isn't certain Ilya would enjoy the formal, stuffy atmosphere he remembers from his childhood. Ilya is 1000% down to join Shane because he has also heard the Yakuza rumour from Hayden and Jackie. He is not letting Shane walk into that alone.

They travel to Japan and are surprised to learn the whole team is being housed in a grand hotel paid for by, they assume, the AIHL, and Shane and Ilya have been given the most expensive penthouse (Shane assumes they got the room because Ilya is the Captain and Shane is just there as a perc of being his husband and built in roommate)

Game day begins and the stadium is packed. It seems the whole of Tokyo came out to watch. (Shane doesn't know it but rumours the beloved Emperor's commoner grandson is playing has spread and everyone wants to see him. It's the only way they can satisfy their curiosity about him without breaching the unspoken rule to leave him alone) Shane just wants to show everyone his skills and then they can enjoy the impromptu holiday for a few days before Shane goes to visit his family.

He is surprised when it's announced to the Centaurs that the Emperor of Japan has come to watch the game.

He just about has a heart attack when he skates onto the ice and looks up to the Royal Box to see his grandfather, aunts and cousins sitting there, watching him.

And that's how Shane discovers he is a member of the oldest monarchy in existance.

Guessing this would happen, Yuna is very prepared for Shane's irate phone call and David has to talk Ilya down from a panic attack because he's been there and it's not that bad really. The in-laws are actually nice, if a little strict.

After Ilya recovers, he and the rest of the Centaurs have prime teasing material for Shane for not realising who his family is. They also have bragging rights because they have a legit Prince on their team and 'screw you, Metros, you threw away actual Royality'

Heated Rivalry — 1x06 ⤷ PHONE BLOWJOB

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ilya's hand is heavy on the back of shane's head. shane has his eyes closed against a pillow—ilya's, because it's the smell of his shampoo in shane's nose—and his mouth open over it, saliva dripping viscous and unheeded from his lower lip onto the sodden pillowcase. he doesn't have it in him to worry how ilya will react to a wet pillow when it's time for them to sleep. if he'll punish shane for it. he's too busy worrying how ilya is intending to punish him now. his hips are working in a way that is more reward than reprimand—brutal and brisk, punching himself deep inside shane, never once missing his sweet spot—which doesn't make sense after shane failed at the task ilya set him earlier. ilya is, for the most part, fair. and when he isn't, he doesn't err on the side of generosity.

it's tangling the signals in shane's body, confusing him. over everything there is mind-numbing pleasure. shane's orgasm is a gargantuan wave he's been watching approach, in awe, for minutes on end. ilya is doing what he does to shane when he wants shane incoherent, lost to anything that isn't ilya's cock inside him, and shane is getting there. he's almost useless. but under everything there is trepidation. anticipation. the flighty distrust of a prey creature being shown grace from a hunter. shane knows there is another shoe, hovering. he can see its shadow over him. but the anxiety over this future pain is grappling chaotically with the relentless relief of his current pleasure. in the end the present moment wins out by just a little.

"you are close to coming, shlyukha? hmm?" ilya's open palm curls into a fist within shane's hair. the pull and sting adds to the riot of sensation in shane's body. "you are whining like a dog in heat. fucking desperate. you need to stain the bed? you need to make it dirty for me? tell me."

"y-es," shane says. he sounds drunk. he feels it. if ilya ordered him to his feet he'd be swaying into the furniture.

"my sweet slut. don't know anything when I fuck you this good. ah? all you know is how to take it." ilya bottoms out, vicious, and shane yells into the bedding. ilya says, "tell me when you're coming." shane doesn't answer. can't. his head jerks back sharply in ilya's grip. "hollander."

"yes—yes," shane says. he's losing his sense of things now. there is only pleasure, rising and rising. "I'm—I think I'm—now, now, coming n—"

the shoe drops.

shane's vision floods with tears. his jaw drops in silent agony. his cock jerks and releases come onto the sheets below him, and his hole clenches down around nothing, nothing, nothing—because ilya pulled out. all the way out. just when shane needed him most.

his sobs sound calamitous, even to his own ears, even as he continues coming, not a single part of ilya on a single part of him. it feels wrong being rocked by an orgasm while being so completely untouched. it feels like his body is attacking itself, helpless after ilya set it off, helpless until it does what nature programmed it to do. spread his seed. dirty the bed.

"there, lyubimyy." ilya's voice, filtering through the fog shrouding shane's brain. shane whimpers piteously. done spending himself, he puts his forehead on his knuckles and heaves with his sobs. a touch registers on his hips, and then over his stomach, and then ilya's whole body is blanketing itself over shane's and shane is crying even harder. he'd needed it so much. "shhh, shhh," ilya says into his ear. "it's okay, lyubimyy—I know, I know. but this is what you wanted, isn't it? you didn't want to come on my cock earlier, so I let you come without it."

shane releases a broken sound into ilya's arm, understanding. it's a cruel interpretation of what happened. ilya had driven three orgasms from shane's body before even fucking him, and while fucking him had told shane to come again, but only from his cock. shane can give more to ilya than to anyone else in the world, but there's a limit to everything, and his body had hit its own. ilya didn't want to hear his excuses, after. if you really wanted to you would have done it, schenok.

so shane doesn't repeat them now. instead he says, "yes, sir" in russian. then, "thank you" in english, before the tear tracks have even dried on his face. ilya hums, satisfied.