You're 45 years old!

Sometime just before 5am, Ilya sits up with a start like he’s breaking out of a bad dream, gasping, as he realizes they did not fuck on their wedding night. Isn’t that bad luck? Or like some sort of curse? They cannot start off their marriage as a sexless one. That is not who they are. This cannot stand. Ilya has to remedy this before they are doomed.

The sun isn’t up yet so it’s still kind of the same night, right?

Ilya feels himself getting hard through the panic, and that animal part of his brain clicks on. This, this he knows how to do. Seducing Shane is his favorite pastime and he’s got to get to work.

He turns towards his sleeping husband (god, Ilya can’t actually believe that just yet), seeing that Shane he curled towards him, his hand on Ilya’s thigh, he’d hardly noticed in his panic.

Ilya gently lifts Shane’s arm so he can slide under it, lying down now facing Shane, grabbing his hip and pulling their bodies flush together. Shane sighs and his eyes flutter but he keeps sleeping.

Ilya peppers kisses over his eyelids, his freckles, the one ear he can reach. As he starts kissing down Shane’s neck he feels a small gasp against his shoulder, and Shane’s croaky sleep voice says, “Ilya, what are you up to?”

Ilya lightly bites Shane’s shoulder. “I’m trying to seduce my husband.”

Shane softly laughs and pulls his head back so he can see Ilya’s face. “What time is it?”

“It is still our wedding night.”

“Is it? Where’s my phone?” Shane tries to turn away to look for his phone and Ilya grabs his neck and pulls their naked bodies back together. He can tell the moment Shane feels Ilya hard on Shane’s thigh, because Shane rolls his hips a little and starts to harden too.

“Mmm. Fuck, Ilya, I was so tired I barely remember getting into bed.”

“Do you feel rested now?” Ilya nips up Shane’s neck and under his chin.

Shane runs his hands down Ilya’s bare back and grabs on to his ass, pulling himself harder against Ilya so they both can feel the friction.

“I am definitely less interested in sleep. Did you get so horny in your sleep it woke you up?”

“No, I was having nightmare that I didn’t fuck my husband on our wedding night. Was horrible.”

Shane laughs into Ilya’s neck, but is now rolling his hips, grinding himself on Ilya’s thigh. Both of their mouths roaming each others throats, faces, anywhere they can reach. “Ilya we fucked twice the day of our wedding. Once in the morning, once right before my parents arrived because you said you had to or you might throw me over your shoulder right after the ceremony.”

Ilya stops Shane with a long, deep, exploratory kiss. Shane chases his mouth after they break from the kiss, as Ilya says, “Yes, but we weren’t husbands yet.”

“But we are now.” Shane leans in for an awkward smiling kiss, where their lips don’t meet quite right and their teeth almost bump. He’d gotten used to these kisses over the years, and he loved them in all their awkward glory.

“So, we’re both awake and it’s still our wedding night. What are you going to do to me Mr. Hollander-Rozanov?”

Ilya growls as he finally rolls on top of Shane, nestling between his thick thighs. He grabs Shane’s wrists and locks them over his head with one hand, while the other gets to work opening Shane up.

“You should find something to hold on to, husband.”

Chapt 2 8k

Ballet/Bodyguard au

https://archiveofourown.org/works/85152181/chapters/224847186

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Shane checks his watch again.

He's come here to see his new client and that's what he's going to do. It's reconnaissance, research really, that's all. He needs to get used to being around Rozanov, get familiar with how he moves, his face, the way people react to his presence.

His interest in seeing him perform is just a part of the research required to do his job well.

In his head he can hear Rose laughing, which is fair, it's not a very convincing lie, especially as technically he has already seen Rozanov tonight, has already had the opportunity to see how people behave around him. He could leave if he wanted to, research done.

Except Shane doesn't want to leave. He wants to stay and see more of him, just for research purposes of course. It's the responsibile thing to do.

It had only been a glimpse earlier after all; Shane had had his first experience of Ilya Rozanov in public around half an hour ago. The star of the show and a stunningly beautiful woman he'd already seen in photographs had entered the lobby arm in arm to rapturous applause.

Tagging a few in case anyone has things to share on this wip Wednesday or might like to know this fic has updated lmk if you want in or out on tags

Don't think I've been tagged by anyone today, but check out @exhuastedpigeon @circledwithaheart and @dangerpronebuddie who tagged me in stuff they shared over the past week! 🥰

This is from the fic I've started working on for @augustwritingchallenge! I'm really excited to share it 😁 It's mostly going to be this multichap SuperBat fic, but there'll be some TimKon and some Gen peppered in there too 👀

"What the hell is happening here?" Bruce demanded. He knew Clark didn't know anything he didn't, but he was frustrated and confused, and he did not like not knowing what was happening. "We'll figure it out," Clark promised. "You'll figure it out. We just need to—" "I know," Bruce agreed. "Gather data. Investigate this place, these remnants. Whatever sent us here has to have left some sort of evidence." "Exactly." Clark smiled at him, and Bruce felt sick. The world began to spin, just as it had when he became aware of his presence here. The smoke and steam which rose from the streets grew thicker, swirling white and heavy in the air, obscuring his vision. Clark cried out, holding his head—was he experiencing this, too? He had to help Clark. That was his last thought before the swirling white smoke obscured his vision completely, and a ringing sound filled his brain. He fell to his knees, and everything disappeared.

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