So does anyone wanna hear about the specific moment in my Irina lives au where during the peak of hollanovs situationship, Irina calls Ilya in the dead of night while Shane is still in the hotel, post-fuck and all warm and lazy with it, except not anymore because Ilya is jumping up and off the bed the second he sees the caller ID and walking into the bathroom and shutting the door, but it's not enough to muffle the conversation, and shane can't speak russian but hysterical sobbing is pretty unambiguous in any language, plus Ilya keeps saying Mama, in a strained, soothing voice, which is equally unequivocal, and Shane is just lying in bed staring at the ceiling, still tacky with cum and sweat, frozen, while Ilya is in the other room clearly talking his mother through some kind of episode and holy shit what does shane do??? Does he leave??? Surely he can't leave.
And when Ilya opens the bathroom door, Shane gets a glimpse of his exhausted face - not the look of someone experiencing a big shock, but rather someone in the aftermath of a very familiar battle, Sisyphus walking back down the mountain to fetch his rock - before Ilya spots Shane, still on the bed, and the expression is gone, something hard in its place. Why are you still here? Ilya says and it's cold and mean and full of sneering disdain and the Shane of twenty minutes ago probably would have flinched, would have been upset and humiliated to be spoken to in that way, would have walked right out the door. But the Shane of twenty minutes ago didn't just get a harrowing look at the great bleeding gash that is clearly Ilya's home life, so instead he lets the sheets fall from his still naked body and says I needed a shower, asshole, like everything's the same. And when he brushes past Ilya to step into the bathroom he thinks he manages to look unbothered, unmoved, like someone who didn't just overhear something intensely private, probably. Maybe.
And once Shane has the water running hot, steam fogging up the glass, the mirror above the jack and jill sinks, Shane doesn't turn around when Ilya steps in behind him. Shane doesn't turn around when big broad arms wrap around him from behind, or when he feels a forehead press against his shoulder. He doesn't think about how the body behind him feels like it's collapsing. He just firms his stance and holds up the weight. And when they step out the shower to dry off and Ilya's face is wet, well. Of course it is. They were just in the shower.
They don't talk about it until they're at the cottage years later
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When a small mammal scrunches up and cleans its face and whiskers with its little hands very rapidly. I just wanted to give you that thought for a moment did u like it.
i wish vegas bathroom wasnt so early in their hook up era a more seasoned ilya wouldve known he couldve made shane get on his knees on that dirty bathroom floor and beg to suck ilyas dick
and shane tries, he even tries to ask nicer and then ilya is humming in disapproval, touching his face and saying 'it would be nicer if u asked on your knees, yes?'
and shanes already gone, its muscle memory to get down on his knees for ilya at this point, he finds himself sinking down, tuxedo pants hitting the tile thats probably decently maintained but feels filthy to him now, because ilya said it was filthy, and thats playing in his mind and he barely manages out another plea for ilya to suck his dick, bc he was told to, and ilya laughs
'that is what you want?'
'uh, what? yes. Please.'
'you are the one on your knees, are you sure?' and ilya cups the side of his head and shane is swaying, barely succeeding in his effort to resist diving face first into ilyas crotch 'maybe you do want to suck my dick? you will still have to ask for it.'
and this position is all reflex for shane, hes salivating at the thought, fears of humiliation gone in favor of his desperate need to be good and he says 'please, rozanov? please can i suck your dick?'
And ilyas hand curls into a fist, gripping his hair unkindly and pulling his head back to look at his face, shane is flushed cheeks hooded eyes labored breaths, ilya is smiling, 'no.'
I get frustrated when people try to cop out of the captain of it all by going "Oh, it won't matter to Shane, it will be a relief to be relieved of that responsibility after what happened with Montreal" or "Oh, Ilya would happily capitulate to Shane if he really wanted the C, it doesn't matter to him" because the thing is,,, yes it does!!! It does matter, to both of them!!! And it's a genuinely juicy point of tension that I think will be the source of drama that will not be easily resolved.
Because,,, from Shane's POV: you LOVED being captain. Specifically, you loved being Montreal's captain. You were respected and revered and you had a place on your team, a strictly defined role, and we all know how much you love strict rules. In the hieracichal system of hockey, you were at the top and goddammit you EARNED that place at the top - it is irrefutable evidence of your work and talent. And now, you've just had to leave your beloved team essentially in disgrace and you have to join a new team where you're not sure where you fit, but it's not going to be at the top. And no matter how much you love the man who's now calling the shots, it's gotta sting to be demoted like that.
As for Ilya's POV: Being captain of the Centaurs was the one thing that gave you even the shakiest sense of purpose in the malaise of change and newness of leaving behind everything you knew in Boston. And goddammit you feel a righteous sense of ownership over this team that's finally excelling, becoming a real franchise competitor, and yes there were a lot of contributing factors but one of those contributions was YOU. You love being captain, getting to control your room. And it does feel like YOUR room now. That sense of belonging, that's not something you're willing to give up, it's something you worked for. And, in a smaller, pettier way, haven't you given up enough by now? You deserve to keep this.
LIKE ‼️‼️ THAT'S FASCINATING!!!! And don't get me STARTED on how this friction in the locker room is probably gonna trickle down in some capacity to hollanovs sex life,,, Shane's genuine desire to submit to Ilya sexually is gonna have a tough time rubbing up against Shane's internalised homophobia,,, because when Shane was captain of the metros, him and Ilya were equals and competitors,,, their even footing soothed Shane's perception of himself and his sense of masculinity even when he was subbing for Ilya,,, now that he's Ilya's 'subordinate' in their work life too, I think there's gonna be an instinctive defensive posturing flare up on Shane's side that's probably gonna lead to even MORE friction in the locker room because subconsciously, Shane feels like he has to make up for the sin of submitting to and enjoying Ilya's control over their sex life, and that's gonna manifest as him bucking control in their professional lives
As for Ilya, his already ingrained need for control that makes him such an adept dom is really gonna struggle in the face of Shane's strange sudden defiance in their professional lives, which is probably gonna make him instinctively tighten his grip on the reins, which is just gonna make Shane's bridling worse. And the cycle will continue until they have a blow up fight about it.
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I do wonder what would have happened to hollanov if Ilya got outed sometime during their situationship era, before the tuna meltdown, because Ilya got caught letting some svelte twink blow him in an alley or something. I wonder if this would drive Shane to the edge (because this ties into my hc that Shane tortured himself with the knowledge that Ilya was hooking up with women, but never once did it occur to him that he'd also be hooking up with other men)
(obviously this canon divergence would have dire consequences for Ilya, but I'm more interested in the 'driving Shane insane with apoplectic levels of jealousy' angle.)
I have been rotating this for a full 24 hours uhgggg
Okay so. I want to say that, if Ilya got outed, his own jealousy would not immediately be at the forefront of Shane's mind. It would be the pungeant Doritos nacho seasoning on top of the greater spiral that he would immediately enter into. The name of the initial spiral would be "I Have To Save Ilya" and it would, underneath the panic, be wish fulfillment of the highest order. Shane has always enjoyed fantasizing about saving Ilya. He loves to daydream about the rink catching fire and everyone gets out safely except WAIT where is Ilya Rozanov?? And it's Shane who has to run back into a burning building and use his Superior Knowledge of Ilya to find him and he's trapped under a beam or something (Shane read that article about the mom lifting the car off her kid like six times) and Shane pulls him out and then they limp triumphantly out of the rink together and everyone cheers and now Ilya has a reason to look at him like he personally put the moon and stars in the sky. In public even! Wow!
So Shane would immediately go into crisis management mode. If Ilya was outed, I truly believe that it would trigger a chain of events wherein Yuna Hollander woke up one morning to the news that Ilya Rozanov had been caught going down on some rockin' twink (I do think it needs to be Ilya both for the Shane Jealousy Potential and also because someone with short hair giving Ilya Rozanov head would come with almost too much plausible deniability versus the inalienable truth of Dick In Mouth) (An additional aside to this is that Ilya almost NEVER gives Shane head on his knees and it drives Shane crazy that he did that. He doesn't even want Ilya to do that TO HIM Shane loves their dynamic he's just like. Why?? Why did he do that?? The answer is molly) and by the end of the day Yuna's own son has come out to her and in the same breath told her that he needs her help to safe Ilya Rozanov. Because um. Solidarity.
So then it turns into a Whole Thing where the Hollanders are working behind the scenes welding NDAs like grenades to make sure that Ilya Rozanov does not get disappeared to Russia, never to be seen again. The NHL, of course, cannot weasel out of Ilya's contract (Even if they could, the people of Boston would riot--that's their homo and he won them the Cup) so he's protected by his employment status to an extent but the fact that Ilya Rozanov needs to Defect From Russia becomes immediately and poignantly apparent. So there are lots of closed-door meetings with NHL lawyers and immigration lawyers and the U.S. State Department and fucking?? Yuna Hollander?? And probably Farah since Ilya's agent is Russian and blocked his number.
And you know we're just spitballing here so I genuinely don't know what happens but I do know that at some point Shane and Ilya are standing alone in a hotel room in Los Angeles (I imagine this whole thing is taking place over the summer. I also imagine that they're in LA because Ilya is making a Tour of Bisexual Self-Flagellation where he makes various media appearances to drum up the sympathy of the American people and on this day Ilya has appeared on Ellen (Before she was evil) and he actually had a great time meeting Ellen (she wasn't evil yet) and Yuna Hollander was backstage like Dear God These People Are Not Treated Well (Ellen has been evil the whole time)) and in this Los Angeles hotel room Shane is coming down off of mild hear stroke because it is one million degrees in Los Angeles and he runs hot and he's laying on the bed in the cool and dark and just says from underneath his own arm, "I cannot fucking believe you did this."
Which triggers the anticipated argument. Oh sorry Hollander I know everything is always about you/shut the fuck up asshole you know that's not what I mean/okay so what do you/it was FUCKING IRRESPONSIBLE Rozanov/YOU DON'T THINK I--
Then there's a moment of angry silence and Shane scoffs and says, "And all of this for some fucking--slut--"
And Ilya grabs his jaw and says, "Oh, that's what this is about. Jealous Hollander."
"Shut the fuck up."
"So what, you think you're the only man I should fuck?"
"Maybe!" Shane yells. "I'm the only one who knows how to be fucking careful! Clearly, I'm the only one who cares! The only one who can keep you safe--"
And then Ilya gets on the bed and bullies his way between Shane's legs and says, "You just want me all to yourself. You are jealous," but his eyes are wild because it's been twelve years since anyone cared about keeping him safe. About keeping him.
And Shane says, "You know I am. Fuck, you make me so fucking jealous I can't even--"
In the Sochi outing AU, who do you think is coaching Shane as soon as the leak drops?
Do you think Shane would know that he needs to find Ilya immediately and pretend to be desperately in love? Does someone push him in the right direction amidst his panic? Or is the Romeo and Juliet strategy a result of his initial instinct to get Ilya and go to an embassy?
In my mind, Svetlana is the one who pushes Shane in the direction of using his influence to get Ilya out of the country. But the Romeo and Juliet strategy wasn’t exactly planned. Shane and Ilya both have moments in the immediate aftermath that leads the world to conclude that they are ass over tea kettle in love with each other, and Shane decides that narrative gives Ilya his best chance, so he starts pushing it.
The initial instinct to get to Ilya is Shane’s own. He doesn’t know just how bad this is going to be for him, but he knows enough to be afraid.
In my mind, they get outed while Shane is on the ice competing. It’s not the final match. Shane’s off competing against fucking Finland or something. Canada wins, and it’s in the press conference after that he gets confronted with reporters asking him if he has a comment on the reports of him in an intimate encounter with Russian captain Ilya Rozanov.
Critically, Shane does not know what encounter they’re talking about. He’s panicked. He doesn’t think of Vegas immediately. They’d been so careful, and the last time they were together intimately was in Shane’s own building. The last time they were physically together Ilya told him that they weren’t anything. Could someone have planted a camera in one of their hotel rooms? Did fucking Scott Hunter blab?
It’s very chaotic. The organizers are frantically shutting the press conference the fuck down. His delegation is trying to shuffle him off somewhere private. There’s someone in his ear reassuring him that he’s going to be absolutely safe but they need to discuss how to handle this.
And that snaps Shane out of it. He’ll be safe. What about Ilya?
He keeps asking what about Ilya, and they keep telling him to not worry about that right now, and he just.
He can’t. He can’t leave without him.
He’s sorry. He just. He has to find him.
Shane runs.
He bolts from his own delegation. He’s not really thinking in this moment. Of how it looks or of what people may think of the decision later. He saw Ilya before the match, watching from a quiet place near the rafters like he had during the men’s figure skating finals. So he dodges everyone, the press and the crowd and the Canadian delegation trying to corral him, and he just fucking runs like he’s trying to qualify as a sprinter in the Summer Olympics.
This is one of the moments that escalates the entire scandal. Shane Hollander leaving behind the safety of his own delegation in a desperate attempt to find Ilya Rozanov becomes etched into the public consciousness. It’s a culturally defining moment, like the V-E Day New York Times Square Kiss only better because it wasn’t actually just some rando forcing a non-consensual kiss on a lady trying to go about her fucking day.
This moment is brought up constantly in the aftermath. It’s one of the reasons why Shane and Ilya are worth so much political capital. The image of Shane Hollander simply fucking running to find Ilya becomes a symbol for pure, unequivocal love.
Again, it is against Shane’s best interests to leave the safety of his own delegation. And he knows that. They just told him that. But he doesn’t think. He moves in a panic, dodges the press and his own people, and goes to find Ilya.
And that moment haunts both Shane and Ilya later, because neither of them know why the fuck Shane did that. The entire world is touting it around as this show of honest, sincere, sun-moon-and-stars, soulmate love. And maybe it was. But they don’t know. They didn’t have the time to figure it out together, and now it feels like it’s too late.
The question of whether it was torments Shane and Ilya because it feels like the answer resolves so much of their complicated feelings around what happened, but in opposite ways.
Later, Ilya wants it to have been an act of love, because he’s obsessed with him, Shane Hollander, obsessed with his freckles and how he’s secretly funny and the way he folds his clothes before sex. He’s completely and utterly sick over him, and it’s not fair, because he feels like he trapped Shane in this relationship. He kissed him in Vegas even though it was a bad fucking idea, because he was young and stupid and so fucking afraid of going back to Russia, and because he just wanted to kiss his pretty crush on the balcony the way anyone else could. He knew it was a bad idea and he did it anyway, and it fucked him, and Shane bailed him out even though he could have left Ilya to his own devices and told the world that Ilya had forced the entire kiss on him. He pushed him off at the end, look. That means he didn’t want it. That means it meant nothing to him. Ilya meant nothing to him. Don’t pay attention to how long he was kissing back.
If Shane ran because he loved him instead of because of him just being a good person who wanted to save someone, then maybe this is okay. Maybe Ilya didn’t trap him because Shane loved him already. Maybe he can feel less guilty.
On the flip side, Shane’s doesn’t want to have ran because he loved Ilya. Because maybe the entire stupid plan he rushed them both into after wasn’t actually because he thought it was a good plan. Maybe he did it because he was a lovesick idiot who saw an opportunity to trap the guy who’d told him less 24 hours prior that he didn’t feel the same way. Maybe he could have come up with something else and convinced everyone that the stupid kiss was just some dumb fucking hazing ritual. Shane’s suffered through enough hazing in his time to know that there’s plenty of people in the League who’d make you shove your tongue down your rival’s throat as a fucked up hazing ritual. Maybe he had other options, ones he didn’t explore because he immediately jumped to the thing he secretly wanted all along.
And if that’s true then maybe he’s just some fucking asshole who trapped the guy he likes in a relationship he doesn’t want and can’t escape.
Shane manages to get into a back stairwell and up to where he saw Ilya watching alone.
Ilya isn’t there.
Svetlana is.
She drags him into storage closet and tells him that she doesn’t think it’s bugged. She checked.
She’s a friend of Ilya’s.
Ilya ran already. She was hoping that maybe Shane had seen him up here and would come looking for him. She’s glad she was right.
Shane doesn’t know if he should believe her. He doesn’t fucking know her. And he doesn’t know what the fuck is going on or what the stakes even are or if he just fucked everything up by running first and asking questions later. Shane is Stressed.
Svetlana insists that she’s Ilya’s friend. And Shane is Ilyusha’s Jane, isn’t he? The one Ilya is always texting.
She can always tell when it’s him. There’s a way Ilya smiles when Jane texts. He only ever uses it for Jane.
He smiled that same way when he saw Shane on TV once. That’s how she knew.
Shane has no idea what to do with that information.
He doesn’t have time to unpack it. And also it could still be a lie or a trap. The Russian government could tap their phones and find out about their texts, which is. Wow. He’s discovering a new fear called “Did Putin read my sexts?”
Svetlana doesn’t have time to convince him. If he wants to help save Ilya, he’s taking a leap of fucking faith.
And fuck. Fuck. Shane wants that.
How bad is this? He doesn’t even know what happens, what, what the punishment is, what could happen to him. Could he go to jail for this?
Svetlana says the law just sets a fine.
Shane doesn’t get it. Why would Ilya be running if it’s just a fine? Is, is it his family, or—
No. Yes, but no. It’s not that.
The government is very angry with him right now.
Don’t ask her how she knows. Don’t. And don’t repeat what she’s about to say, not to anyone.
They just endorsed Ilya to the entire nation. Putin just endorsed him to the entire nation. Right after they condemned the gay community to the entire world. Him being queer, it’s a betrayal. He just humiliated them in a way they’re not about to forgive or forget. They are going to try to stop him from leaving the country alive. Ilya ran, but Svetlana doesn’t think he has enough time.
Russia will not just let Ilya leave after this. Not with the way he just embarrassed them. But the eyes of the world are watching. And maybe that could force their hand.
Shane is important to his country, isn’t he?
He’s a good player. And she’s seen him on the news. Sometimes she thinks they talk about him the way Russia talks about Ilya.
Maybe they’d save Ilya if he asked them to. It’s the only idea she has.
And Shane. Has no fucking clue if she’s right about that. But he’s like. Okay. Okay. How, how does he do that if Ilya’s already gone?
Svetlana gives him a jacket and a hat to hide his face. She tells him how to get out of the stadium without being caught by the cameras. She gives him car keys and tells him the train station Ilya’s headed for. He has to go fast if he wants to stop Ilya before he gets on a train.
She can’t go with him. She can’t be seen with Ilya anymore. Her father’s in trouble enough for their association. But she asks Shane to tell Ilya that she loves him. And that one day they’ll be together again. She’ll find a way.
Shane now has no idea if he’s the shameful side piece and this is the person Ilya’s actually in love with.
But he doesn’t have time. He puts on the jacket and the hat. He goes to leave.
Svetlana stops him. Shes struggling with something.
Ilya’s a very good liar, she tells him. He had to be. But she’s known him for a long time. And her gut is telling her he didn’t actually go to the train station.
She sends Shane to a cemetery instead.
It’s a gamble. If she’s wrong, Ilya will be in the wind, and Shane may get fucking jumped and murdered while he’s out looking for Ilya. If she’s wrong, she’s fucked Ilya and his boy.
But she doesn’t think she’s wrong. And she wasn’t. Ilya didn’t run.
He went to be with his mama.
Yes I know his mother was most likely not buried anywhere near Sochi but I want the drama so we are saying that she was buried in the city.
Ilya’s was pretty positive he’s about as fucked as you can be. He found out too late what had happened. He didn’t have much of a headstart. There are already memes flooding the internet about Putin sucking him off which. Could not possibly do more than it was already doing to shorten his lifespan to a period of hours. Sveta had gotten the tip off from people in her dad’s office that the government was fucking nuclear levels of pissed at him. Evidence would probably be planted soon that would frame him for a crime that they could incarcerate him for, if he wasn’t killed before then. They’d have an excuse to put a travel ban on his passport before he ever reached the border. It was just a matter of how long it took them to catch up to him.
He’d have more of a chance at running if he wasn’t so fucking recognizable, but the government had just spent the months leading up to the games putting him on every nationalist propaganda campaign imaginable. Everyone knew his face. He’d never make it.
So he figured if he was probably going out anyway, he might as well see his mama one last time.
He figured his brother would find him there. Or his father. Maybe they’d come or maybe they’d just send the police. He guesses he’ll see how far that ol’ familial love will take him when whoever’s coming arrives.
He was expecting someone to find him at his mother’s grave.
He just wasn’t expecting Shane.
And Ilya is immediately like. You Cannot Fucking Be Here.
His one comfort when he was taking off was that Shane would be fully protected by his delegation and also that Shane probably fucking hates him after their last conversation so maybe never seeing Ilya again won’t hurt him too badly. Shane’s not fucking protected if he flees alone into Russia. Is he fucking stupid?
And Shane’s like. Probably. But he’s not here for himself. He’s here for Ilya.
They have a very tense conversation. Ilya wants him to get the fuck back to his people and never leave their sight again. He wants Shane to get the fuck away from him and be safe.
Shane wants Ilya to go with him.
Ilya doesn’t think it’s a good plan. He thinks that it’s just going to make Shane’s position more precarious. And he doesn’t think fucking Canada’s going to intervene on his behalf. He’s not a Canadian citizen. He doesn’t even play for a Canadian team. They have absolutely no reason to help him.
But Shane won’t budge. And Ilya just wants him to go back to where he’s safe. He’s fucked either way. He might as well make sure Shane Hollander isn’t fucked with him.
Ilya finally relents. He walks back to his mama’s grave, and he tells Shane to just. Just stand next to him and not say anything. He just needs to say something and then they can go.
Shane doesn’t know what he tells his mom. It’s all in Russian. But at the end of it, Ilya stands and leaves with him.
Okay. Okay. Shane knows they need to go to the Canadian embassy.
A problem: he has no fucking clue where that thing is.
He doesn’t have a phone or a gps or a fucking map. He doesn’t even know if there is a Canadian embassy in Sochi. He can’t ask for directions because whoever they ask may recognize one of them and hate crime them. Svetlana had to give him directions to get this far.
And Ilya is like. Oh my god. Stellar planning. And Shane is like. Shut the fuck up.
They go back to the Olympic Village. Shane’s phone is there, in his dorm room where he left it before competing. He can contact his country’s Olympic organizers from there, and then just… figure out what the fuck is next.
The way back is one of the most terrifying trips of their lives.
They keep waiting to be recognized and stopped. Their heart rates are through the goddamn roof the whole way. But somehow, they make it. Shane power walks Ilya straight to his dorm room and shut the door behind them.
An extremely distressed J.J. is waiting in there.
And he’s like, “Oh thank G—”
Ilya raises a finger to his lips to shut him up. Then they check for bugs.
There’s one in the light fixture. Another in the socket. They think that’s everything. But it’s not great. They definitely know that Shane and Ilya are here now. If they didn’t figure it out when J.J. reacted, they figured it out when their bugs went dead.
Shane grabs his phone and calls their officials. His hand is shaking.
And j.j. is like. Dude. What? The fuck???
And Shane’s like. I know. I know—
And J.J.’s like. No. No, you don’t know. No one knew where Shane went. He’s been sitting here fucking terrified that Shane was fucking dead. Does Shane have any idea just how much he scared everyone when he took off like that?
And that’s. That’s the thing. There is an ongoing international crisis right now around where Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov are. Like the second Shane Hollander fucking took off, emergency briefing hit the desk of every single world leader with a delegation at the Olympics.
Russia was a very controversial host country for the 2014 Olympics. There was a lot of concern in the media leading up to the event about whether athletes—especially queer athletes—would be safe in Russia. But Russia was allowed to host anyway, and countries chose to send their athletes to compete despite the public concern.
Ilya has less protections because he is a Russian citizen. Like it’s a scandal if something happens to him, but countries tend to primarily intervene for the safety of their own citizens. Russia has more freedom to pull shit against Ilya because he is their citizen. Shane is a different story.
If anything happens to Shane Hollander on Russian soil, then it is going to be one of the biggest scandals in the history of the Olympics. There is going to be a reckoning. People are going to blame Russia’s anti-LGBTQ+ policies. They are going to blame the Olympic organizers for allowing it to be in Russia. They are going to blame every single country that sent a delegation over the public’s concern. This is potentially a worst case scenario.
At this point, there is global news coverage about the search for Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov. The footage of Shane Hollander fleeing his own delegation has been broadcast to almost every country on the planet. The entire nation of Canada is holding its breath. That country watched Shane Hollander grow up. He has been on their TV screens and in their newspapers since he was 12 years old. He is the nation’s beloved son and he is missing.
Russia has already received a very tense phone call about from Canadian officials about just what’s going to happen if Shane Hollander is harmed within their borders. The prime minister is in an emergency meeting. The president of the United States is in an emergency meeting. The Russian government is in every kind of emergency meeting it can possibly have. The Olympics organizers are scrambling.
The Canadian delegation answers shane’s phone call on the first ring. They want to know where the fuck he is. Shane says he’s in his room at the Olympic village. He needs to get somewhere safer. The, the embassy or whatever.
Uh, yeah, he fucking does.
There’s not an embassy in Sochi, but they have an outpost there for the Olympics. Shane is not going to move a goddamn inch. A convoy is en route. It will be there in eight minutes. He is going to wait for their call. He is not leaving the room until they come for him. And he is not fucking running from them when they arrive to collect him.
Eight minutes. Do not go anywhere.
Shane hangs up. Ilya notes that Shane didn’t say anything about him.
And yeah. Shane didn’t. Because he’s not giving them an option. Ilya’s just… getting in the car too and they can all deal with what that means after.
This is a bad plan.
Ilya has absolutely zero confidence in the fact that Canada’s helping him too. He frankly only went along with Shane’s crazy fucking plan because he thought it was the only way to get Shane safe. He thought it’d do jack shit for him.
He was already fucked, but Shane needed to get back to his own delegation, and he wasn’t budging unless Ilya came too. So Ilya came too. But he has no illusions about Canada letting him in that car.
He is not their citizen. And it doesn’t matter how good Shane is at hockey. Canada is not starting an international incident just because Shane Hollander asks nicely.
There is a heavy beat.
And J.J. is like. Honestly they may.
Shane’s like. Sort of a big deal in Canada. Has been for like. a decade. J.J. remembers watching Shane on the news when Shane was like 12. Everyone’s a Shane Hollander fan in Canada. The prime minister is a Shane Hollander fan. Whether the candidates were Shane Hollander fans was an actual point of contention in the last election. J.J. has quite literally never met a Canadian who doesn’t know who Shane Hollander is. And they made him an answer on the naturalization test last year, so they actually won’t let you be Canadian unless you know who he is.
J.J., hands folded in front of his face: Montreal is probably already on fire
Shane, with profound consternation: I know.
J.J.: Hayden texted. The SPVM called him asking him to do a press conference to try to keep the public calm. Man they do not care what he says
Shane, with even more profound consternation: I know.
Ilya: what are you talking about?
J.J., still low key thinks this man forced a kiss on J.J.’s fucking boy and that Shane only took off to help him because he’s Just That Nice A Person, bringing an Aggressive Energy to this conversation: you’ve been to Montreal. What, do you never go outside when you’re there?
Ilya, always ready to Be The Bigger Bitch: hmm, no. I am always so busy doing other things
Shane, the Other Things he’s doing: guys
J.J.: *stands up like he’s going to fight a bitch* you are such a fucking asshole
Shane: lay off of him
J.J.: he doesn’t know the first thing about you—
Shane,: I’m basically anonymous in Boston anyway he has no reason to know—
Ilya, bewildered: you are one of the most hated men in Boston
J.J., talking over both of them: he dragged you into this, he put you in danger, he forced his tongue down your fucking throat and he doesn’t even care enough to know the first thing about you—
Shane, also talking over him : he didn’t—it’s not like I knew he was Putin’s favorite hockey player when I blew him—
And Shane. Regrets. Sharing that detail.
And J.J., who was still very much operating under the assumption that Ilya just forced a kiss on Shane, because that’s kind of what the video looked like, is like. Wait. Is this like. An actual thing??
And Shane is like. Isn’t the source of all of my current life problems the fact that everyone knows this is an actual thing???
J.J. doesn’t have time to respond. An ally bursts into the room.
Carter Vaughn is so fucking relieved that Shane and Ilya are alive.
When shit hit the fan, Carter grabbed Scott and tried to get into contact with the U.S. delegation to figure out if there was anything they could do to help get Shane and Ilya out of here in one piece. They were told in no uncertain terms to stay in their goddamn rooms and keep their fucking mouths shut.
But Carter Vaughn does not do that. He is a goddamn ally. So he eventually decides to haul ass over to J.J.’s room with Scott, because if anyone knows where Shane is, it’s J.J.
And Scott, who had tornado warning sirens going off in his head, just sort of went with this.
This is a mistake for Scott. The second Carter stops hugging Shane in relief, Shane tries to throw fucking hands with him.
Everyone else feels this is a very strong energy to bring to the room.
Shane doesn’t care. He swears to fucking God, if Scott said shit about them to anyone and they got outed in goddamn Russia, Shane is going to actually fucking kill him—
And Ilya is like. What the fuck are you talking about, how would the fucking old man even know—
Shane: 2011 all stars
Scott, miserably: yeah it was the 2011 all stars
Ilya: what
Scott: you gave him your room number right in front of me
J.J.: *taking his own pulse*
Scott, haunted: and the walls in that hotel were so thin
Carter: whoa wait you already knew??
Shane, still fucking angry: what he didn’t go back and tell the whole fucking locker room after he threw it in my face on the ice???
Carter: you did WHAT
Scott: yeah look man I’ve been wanting to apologize for that—
Ilya does not have time for all this.
Does Shane not fucking know how they got outed?
Shane. Has had a lot of things happen really quickly. He knows enough.
Obviously he does not. It was Vegas. Stupid fucking balcony kiss in Vegas during their rookie year. There was a fucking surveillance camera that they got caught on.
It takes Shane a second to remember what exactly happened. And then he’s like. Oh Jesus Christ. It must look like I went for a handshake and you went for fucking second base.
And Ilya’s like. Yes. It looks exactly like that. Which means it’s perfect.
Shane will tell everyone that he isn’t gay. He didn’t want the kiss. He was just trying to shake hands like a good sportsman, and Ilya is just some asshole pervert who forced his tongue down Shane’s throat. He pushed Ilya off in the end and stormed off, so people will believe him.
Shane can explain everything else away. He went to get Ilya because he is such a nice guy who is on a year-round campaign for the Lady Byng sportsmanship award. He will help anyone, even asshole perverts. As long as Shane goes back and talk about how disgusting Ilya is and how violated he made him feel, everyone will just blame Ilya—
And Shane is like. Would you shut the fuck up? We are not doing that. Jesus.
The phone rings. The car is about to arrive for Shane. Shane needs to wait in the room. People will come to escort him from the room to the car.
They are also not doing that. Shane says he’s meeting them at the street outside and hangs up on them.
He wants them to have the least amount of time possible to refuse to take Ilya too. He is jumping them with the news that there’s a second passenger when the car is immediately in front of them and then they are just assertively putting Ilya in the back seat and hoping they drive away with him too. It’s his best plan.
And Ilya is like. Hollander. They are not letting me in that car.
It is his best plan. Fucking move, Rozanov.
Carter, J.J., and Scott don’t let them go alone. They flank them like secret service agents escorting the goddamn president. And they are moving fast. They are trying to get them en route to the Canadian diplomatic outpost before the fucking Russian police shows up to disappear Ilya or before a hacked off homophobic Olympian tries to hate crime them.
And like. They walk out through the fucking main entrance. It is a public street. The media is out there already.
The Canadian convoy pulls up.
Yeah, they are not letting Ilya in the fucking car.
He is not a Canadian citizen. They have no authority over him or interest in him. Shane is the only one going to the Canadian outpost. Ilya Rozanov will be perfectly safe in the Olympic village, they’re sure.
And Shane’s like. Okay. Then he’s not getting in the car either.
If Ilya’s going to be safe in the Olympic village, then so is Shane. He guesses they’ll all find out, because Shane is not leaving his fucking side. The only way Shane is getting in that car is if Ilya’s in it too.
And Ilya is like. You are being fucking crazy. Get in the goddamn car.
Ilya is stressed. He wants Shane to get out of this safely more than anything else in the goddamn world, and that was the one thing that seemed to be assured. Canada would protect him. He would be fine.
Except Shane’s not letting Canada protect him. And Ilya is fucking terrified as to what happens if that car drives away without Shane Hollander in it.
Shane won’t budge. Whatever happens is happening to both of them. He’s not getting in the car without him. He’s not leaving this country without him.
J.J. tacks on that he is not leaving this country without Shane Hollander. So now there’s two Canadian Olympians who are about to end up in Russian detention. Let them both in the goddamn car.
There is a minute where this is just a fucking standoff. J.J., Carter, and Scott are arguing with the Canadian officials. But Ilya is arguing with Shane.
You have to be dramatic about it. You have to be cinematic about it. You need politicians to see this moment and already be imagining the blockbuster Hollywood movie that will sway voters for years to come.
Ilya takes Shane’s face between his hands and begs him to get in the fucking car.
He tried. He tried. Whatever happens next, it’s okay, does he understand? Shane, please, please, just get in the car now. It’s not like the police are going to just arrest Shane with Ilya just because Shane asks.
Uh. They will if Shane punches a fucking cop.
Shane is a fucking crazy person and Ilya is going to force him into that goddamn car.
Shane’s digging in his heels. He’s been trying to figure out how to get Ilya out of this fucking country since he talked to Svetlana. He doesn’t think the Canadian government is going to save Ilya from fucking Putin just because Shane asks.
But maybe they’d save Shane.
Shane needs to chain his own safety to Ilya’s and this is the only way he can think of. He’ll put the gun to his own head. That’s the only way out of this that he can think of. He needs to make sure that he only gets out of this if Ilya does. And… and maybe that means that neither of them get out of this.
Shane’s not leaving him. Whatever happens, happens.
You have to add external pressure to it to finally get Ilya in the car. Have other cars pulling up, and no one knows if they’re more press or the fucking Russian police.
J.J. gets right in the official’s face and tells him that the entire fucking world is watching what he does right now. If something happens, it is on his head.
Now let both of them in the fucking car.
And in the moment, the official breaks. Fine. Both of them come.
Shane physically puts Ilya in that fucking car. J.J. is a step behind him, physically putting Shane in the car. He squeezes Shane’s shoulder just once before the door closes and the car screeches away.
It takes five minutes for Shane to realize he’s still holding Ilya’s hand. And he can’t bring himself to let go.
And I think that’s the start of the love story. They both act like they’re in love where the world can see it, and so the world thinks they are. The narrative starts because of what they do in the heat of the moment, and then after they realize, Shane specifically decides to double the fuck down and Ilya follows his lead.
In my mind, there’s a moment later where the Canadian delegation gives Shane an opening to start walking this the fuck back. They show him the surveillance footage from Vegas that was the source of the leak. Shane pushes Ilya off of him in it. He walks away. He looks upset. That doesn’t look like Shane wanted that kiss to happen.
And Shane’s like. No. No, he—he just freaked out because they were in public. But they were together. Are together. They have been for years. Since before they were rookies.
Ilya nods. He agrees. But Shane is the one to start it, because that’s going to be the source of so much of his guilt later.
Shane was the one who ran where everyone could see him, and Shane was the one who committed them to the love story narrative to the fucking Canadian government. He couldn’t ask Ilya for permission first. They never get a chance to talk about it in private. And so Shane is going to feel like he trapped him in this because of it.
I want to see Eva "nuked Antarctica" Stratt fight John "nuked Melbourne" Gaius. In one corner we have slowly deliberately killing the Earth to save humanity. In the other we have wiping out humanity in revenge for killing the Earth. Ultimate boss battle.
i like it in fic when ilya gets mad about shane hooking up with someone else during the situationship era like it's not super hypocritical. especially when shane calls him out on the hypocrisy while secretly being like "teehee he's jealous 🥰🥰"
@mybloodstream-caffeine yes you get it!! like shane says "so i should be saving myself for you while you fuck half the east coast" and ilya says "yes" and they both get hard about it
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i was reading a master’s thesis on a piece of fanfiction tonight, and it clarified for me why it is that farscape feels like fanfic, but in the best sense of the word.
what shippish fic does, according to the thesis, is deliberately mis-read, and re-interpret a text as romance. in a basic sense, it subverts that text. but fic also often goes another level up, to subvert the structure of romantic stories as well (the thesis mentions pamela regis’s “eight essential elements” that make up the structure of a romance). fic can be deeply dense with plot. it can reproduce the entire canonical work, just with a different romantic focus. but by labeling their plot-dense work “a character a/character b story”, a writer is announcing that on some level the point of it is the character a/character b part. that’s why we have the distinguishing concept of “gen” fic, for fic where pairings are not the point, even if it depicts romantic relationships. so there is something arguably, basically subversive (or at least distinct) about the fanfiction project of “i can eat my story cake and have my romance too and i can make them work together even and i’ll prove it.” instead of telling a story or telling a romance, fanfiction will tell a story that is also unabashedly a romance.
so the thing abut farscape is that if you try to read it as a serial plot show like bablyon 5 or episodic philosophy/adventure like star trek, it’s not going to work. but if you try to approach it like friends and other sitcoms or soaps, where the characters and relationships are the point but there’s no coherent story about them, it also won’t work. it won’t even work if you try to approach it like outlander and its ilk, which although they’re also fanfic-y (if not my taste) and story-like, they unambiguously center the romance.
farscape, instead, you have to read as something subverting the structure of its meta-text of adventure science fiction by “misreading” its white-male-hero tv series as a romance. it’s built to be a love story the same way a 100k slow-burn rewrite of a show is built to be a love story. (a) there is lots of non-relationship stuff happening, but (b) even when the pairing in question isn’t together, the status of their relationship is of high, even utmost importance to the story. farscape gives john and aeryn very little in the way of happiness or resolution for most of the show, but it doesn’t really string the viewer along either. all of john and aeryn’s interactions, even from the pilot episode, are moving them along a single romantic arc. the question is not whether they will, but when and how and why. but what truly marks the john-and-aeryn romance as central is the fact that you couldn’t remove it without completely upsetting the show’s entire symbolic and thematic level. without crichton coming to grips with loving, choosing and becoming that which is alien to him (in both wonderful and horrible ways), what the hell would farscape be about? john and aeryn struggling to come together is the symbolic gravity around which the show revolves, even though it is about many things besides them.
romance aside, there’s a way that fanfiction often tries to thumb its nose at its source material by adding physicality, emotionality and weirdness that it feels like farscape also does. jacob clifton described the show as something like “the sewer that star trek runs into so it can stay nice and clean” which is, if you think about it, also a pretty apt description of the fanfic relationship to canon. fan fiction makes characters gay, or in love, or have truly transgressive things happen to them because it wants to follow its id regardless of what canon “allows.” or perhaps to spite what canon “allows.” farscape, similarly, wants aliens and ensembles and feelings and sex and farts and it’s going to make a ton of jokes about science fiction so you know it’s taking the (explosive) piss of its genre context on purpose. it’s aware that it fundamentally exists in relation to other media. it’s critical star trek fan fiction.
was reading a recent retrospective on the show, and i feel the need to emphasize that all of this wasn’t me misreading the show as romance. because per the article (and i’ve read comments like these from the creators in other places):
Unlike many other shows of the time that insistently kept their leads at arm’s length, the relationship between Crichton and ex-Peacekeeper Aeryn Sun was the beating heart of the show—which is what creator Rockne S O’Bannon always intended. “I wanted it to be the ultimate romance, the logline for the 1950s paperback novel that never will be: To find each other they had to traverse the entire galaxy”
And on the anti-Star Trek front:
In an era when sci-fi was grounded and emotionally reserved (think the stoic authority of The Next Generation or Stargate: SG-1), Henson and creator O’Bannon wanted to “dial the emotion up to 11” and defy convention. With the Creature Shop at their disposal, the production team meticulously crafted an alien environment that looked genuinely alien, making for what Henson called a “wilder vision of space opera with a more primal energy.”
“It was called Kirking Crichton,” Browder said. “I always fought that, every time a storyline would come down which was trying to make Crichton into [Star Trek’s Captain] Kirk. There were a couple of episodes where Crichton hooked up with someone, and I was like ‘no, no, no we’re not gonna do this—or better yet if you do it, there have to be repercussions’.”
“I don’t think it’s a coincidence that the commonly accepted favorite characters in the first two Star Trek series were, variously, a half-human/all-logic robotic person who went psycho whenever he got horny, and an actual robot guy who spent the entire thing trying to figure out basic human interaction, humor, sexuality, emotion. Or that Voyager’s most intriguing relationship combined the two, with additional breasts everywhere … If Star Trek is a utopian civics lesson, in a surgical theatre, Farscape is anonymous sex. In a sewer … Farscape is the drain that Star Trek runs into, so it can stay nice and clean.”
– Jacob Clifton’s TWoP recap of Farscape s1e3 (”Exodus from Genesis”)
just saw a long post highlighting all the things shane does for ilya with the conclusion of shane is submissive in the bedroom and dominant outside of it, ilya is dominant in the bedroom and submissive outside of it, and sure. that is yourshane and yourilya and i will not yuck your yum that is why am i making my own post but please consider. when your examples are shane answering questions for ilya at the allstars in hr, and yelling at hayden during my dinner with hayden, and standing up to crowell in tlg etc, do you think a guard dog defends its owner out of dominance?
I am thinking many thoughts about blue collar Ilya x millionaire hockey player Shane,,, I am thinking thoughts in the direction of how Shane's superiority complex crouches just behind his humble golden boy veneer,,, I am thinking about the intricacies of how a class divide would influence a relationship, specifically one that already plays with power dynamics,,, I am thinking about how much Ilya would enjoy knocking The Great Shane Hollander down a peg and getting him to beg for it,,, i am considering how much Shane would enjoy being forcibly brought to heel (despite his initial knee jerk shock and mortification at the prospect),,,
Walk with me people WALK WITH ME,,, okay so Shane in this verse is the undisputed best hockey player in the league. There is no competition. None. And of course he hams up the humble "Oh hockey is a team sport, I could never do it alone" schtick because athletes of colour can be talented but they can't also be cocky, that's too gauche. So Shane has to eat his humble pie and bow and scrape and simper to the press and downplay all his world shattering records and lifetime achievements.
But inside him is a slowly unfurling seed of resentment and smug superiority. He says the right lines for nondescript sound bites, he nods along to advice given by his coach at team meetings, but he knows the score: Shane Hollander is a generational talent, a sure fire Hall of Famer and nobody else can fucking touch him. And he hides this rapidly growing seed well - no one's called him on it yet.
Until Ilya. Ilya clocks Shane's shit immediately. And he is not impressed.
He calls Shane out on his smugly virtuous goody-two-shoes act. Because Ilya Rozanov knows a show off when he sees one. He sees how hard Shane is selling this Golden Boy act and he's not buying.
And Shane is FUMING. He is LIVID. How dare this absolute NOBODY talk down to Shane, like he's someone who can condescend to him. HIM!!! The Shane Hollander!!! Who the fuck does this guy think he is???
Ilya gets under Shane's skin like no one else ever has. He can't stop thinking about him and his cocksure smirk and his sharply knowing eyes and his broad shoulders and his massive arms and his soft curls and his -
And suddenly, Shane Hollander, who has to field interviews and brand deals and screaming fans daily, finds himself chasing the approval of the only man who ever looked at him and saw something lacking; saw something that could be improved.
And if there's one thing this Shane's been missing, it's a challenge.
Rose and Shane are having their cute little getting to know each other chat. The vibes are good, the conversation is flowing, and Shane hasn't thought about ilya in like ten minutes (thinking about how he's not thinking about Ilya doesn't actually count as thinking about him, right? It's a grey area). The lights are all warm and intimate, and this place is swanky enough that they've clearly got some kind of noise suppression going on so the conversations at the other tables sound all muffled and far away. It's like he and Rose are in their own private bubble.
"This looks cozy."
Once, Shane had to have a bucket of ice water poured over his head. It was for some charity thing the league had organised, Shane's fuzzy on the details now, but he knows there's a video out there somewhere of him soaked and spluttering, still shocked by the cold, even when he'd been braced for it.
Hearing Ilya's voice, cutting clear through the warm atmosphere, feels like that: like a sheet of ice water that Shane wasn't braced for.
Ilya's smile is all white teeth. "Hollander, you are not going to introduce me? I am hurt."
Shane feels paralyzed. Ilya's presence at his side feels gargantuan, impossible to ignore, like the suffuse heat radiating off a brick wall. But he can't turn his neck to look at him.
Distantly, Shane hears Rose introduce herself.
"Rose Landry, yes. I've seen your movie, the ah one with all the explosions. Ilya Rozanov."
"Oh, I know who you are."
Ilya has placed a casual hand on the back of Shane's seat. He's not touching him, but the small hairs on the back of Shane's neck stand up anyway. Shane becomes newly aware of his breathing, chest expanding in out in out. "Ah, I see. Hollander has already told you all about me. Only good things, yes?"
Rose's laughter is light. "No, I'm from a hockey town. Your name is anathema in my household."
Ilya cocks his head - Shane can just make out the movement in his peripherals. "But not Shane Hollander's? This is surprising, Rose - you do not look like a woman with bad taste. Hollander," and Shane almost jumps at being addressed, instinctively, stupidly turns to look up at Ilya who - who's getting closer, "move over, I need to ahh... Plead my case."
And suddenly Shane is in a booth, sitting across from a beautiful woman who he actually enjoys talking to, with Ilya Rozanov's body pressed up against his side, a constant burning brand; pretending to follow along with the conversation while his whole body is slowly being corroded by acid.
"So the rivalry thing," Rose says, because of course she'd bring it up of course. "You guys just play it up for the cameras, right?"
When Ilya speaks, sotto voiced and conspiratorial, Shane can feel his words reverberating through his body into his own. "Ahh, We give the press their sound bites, mess around on the ice sometimes, but it's all in good fun. Besides," and then Ilya is turning to look at Shane, and his eyes are burning burning burning, like he's on fire too, "I know Hollander loves me."
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Now you KNOW I love a good unconventional a/b/o dynamic, so of COURSE alpha4alpha hollanov is on the agenda. Inspired by an ask I sent to the lovely @probablily
When Shane presented, he was relieved. Obviously, presentation wasn't mandated in hockey, you didn't HAVE to disclose your status, but come on. He wasn't naive. He knew being an Alpha gave him a heads up, at least on paper.
(he was also maybe relieved for another reason - this meant his strange fascination with other alphas, their scents, their muscles, their commanding energies - was probably just him keeping a look out for the competition. So what if he wasn't really interested in omegas yet? There's nothing wrong with being a late bloomer. And besides, omegas were just a distraction. Shane had his heart set on going pro - he couldn't afford distractions).
And then Shane meets Ilya. And then the draft. And then the photoshoot.
And then Ilya - takes off his scent patches in the shower?? Releases his PHEREMONES at Shane?? Like he's some kind of,,, swooning omega he's trying to court?? Like Shane's just gonna,,, roll over and present for him???
As an alpha, having another alpha display at him like that should infuriate him. Forget raising his hackles - Ilya's lucky he doesn't fly across the room and try to bite him.
But that's not what happens. Because Shane takes one whiff of Ilya's scent and it takes all his mental willpower not to bare his neck and whine.
But somehow, Ilya's looking at Shane through the billowing steam of the showers like he knows what Shane is feeling. And when Ilya's fangs flash through his smirking mouth, Shane almost caves and shows the Alpha his throat, anyways.
“Ilya, what is this?” Shane says with a laugh. “It’s not my birthday.”
They’ve been celebrating Ilya all weekend. Shane made sure of that. First, Svetlana flew into town for dinner and drinks and dancing, and Ilya came home to Shane giddy and drunk on champagne. The next night was a low-key dinner at Yuna and David’s. David grilled steaks, Ilya won two hands of gin rummy, and at the end of the night, Shane’s cheeks hurt from smiling. And now it's the day Shane’s carved out for just the two of them. He’s made it clear to anyone who needs to know that he and Ilya will be off the grid. Incommunicado. Do not disturb.
Except now Ilya’s not following Shane’s plan. Shane’s cleared away Ilya’s breakfast in bed, but Ilya’s not grabbing him and pulling him in for a kiss, or sliding a hand into Shane’s boxers to find where he’s stretched and open and ready for him. No, instead he’s turning away from Shane to reach into his bedside table and take out a small blue bag stuffed with tissue paper. Ilya presents it to Shane with a flourish and a glint in his eye. Inside the bag, Shane finds a nondescript box. And when Shane opens the box, bright metal shines back at him.
“Ilya,” Shane says. His mouth feels dry around the word. His heart is pounding in his ears. “This is a, um—”
“A cock cage, yes.”
“Is it…is it for you?” Shane knows it’s not.
Ilya chuckles. “No, moya lyubov."
“But I don’t…why?” Shane asks with a frown. Ilya loves Shane’s cock. After all these years, Shane is sure of that. He loves how it looks, how it tastes, how it twitches and drips in his hand, in his mouth, without even being touched. Shane looks at the cage and thinks about losing that, about not being able to give that to Ilya, and he’s not scared, he’s not, it’s just—
“Shane, sweetheart. Look at me, Shane.” Ilya’s voice is as firm as the hand on Shane’s chin, and Shane meets his eyes eagerly. He feels a bit lost, needs Ilya to find him and show him the way. Ilya’s eyes are warm and unyielding. He picks up the cage and dangles in front of Shane’s face.
“Read it, moya lyubov.”
Once it’s out of the box, Shane gets a better look. It really is beautiful. The shaft is all filigree metal, twisting and curling toward the tip, but interrupted over halfway down by a solid arching band that reads—
“Property of Ilya Rozanov,” Shane murmurs, barely a whisper. His whole body feels cold, then hot.
“Is true, yes?” Ilya says softly.
“Ilya,” and then Shane’s kissing him, open-mouthed and needy, and of course Ilya kisses him back, but he’s pulling back too soon, pressing gentle pecks to Shane’s mouth instead of taking him deeper. Shane whines and tries to pull him back in.
“Shhh, malysh, listen,” Ilya says, running soothing hands over Shane’s chest, the back of his neck. “You have to be soft for me to put it on, sweetheart.” His eyes flick down to where Shane’s started to chub up from a few quick kisses. “You will wear it for me, yes?”
Shane takes a steadying breath. “Yes, Ilya.”
“Good boy.”
It takes a few minutes for Shane to calm down enough to fit inside the cage. Ilya is all patience. He keeps Shane tucked into his neck and runs gentle hands along Shane’s back until his breath evens out and he goes soft all over. With quick fingers, he slips the cage over Shane’s cock and locks it into place. Shane’s pulse jumps as the click echoes in his ears.
“Look, malysh. So beautiful.”
Shane lifts his head from his hiding place in Ilya’s neck. Ilya’s hand looks huge next to his caged cock. Shane almost feels like he shouldn’t be looking, like it’s not his to look at anymore. The fit is snug but comfortable. From this angle, he can’t miss Ilya’s name stamped across the top. Shane twitches inside the cage.
“Beautiful,” Shane echoes. It’s true, if inadequate.
“Hmm, yes. Such a good gift for me.” Ilya teases his fingers along the metal swirls. Shane doesn’t know what to do. Ilya’s hand is on him, but he can hardly feel it. All he knows is firm metal around his cock, and Ilya. His name swims in front of Shane’s eyes and in his mind, Ilya Ilya Ilya. Shane whines and hides in Ilya’s neck again. Ilya’s answering chuckle rumbles in his chest.
“No, no, sweetheart. Like this,” and then Ilya’s moving him just where he wants, head buried in the pillows, ass up and on display. From this position, the cage is a persistent tug on his cock that makes Shane whimper. Ilya answers with a groan, “So, so beautiful.”
Shane knows Ilya’s close by, but his voice sounds far away. He thinks about how he must look to him, spread out and shaking, a caged cock hanging heavy between his thighs. His morning preparation is a distant memory until Ilya’s fingers find his hole, stretched open and ready for his cock. “Oh, such a good boy,” Ilya coos.
“S’for you, Ilya,” Shane has trouble forming the words, but he needs Ilya to know. He did have a plan.
“Yeah? Got all stretched open for me, huh?” Shane registers the question but can’t find his voice to give an answer. He pushes his hips back instead, trying to fuck himself on Ilya’s searching fingers. The heavy cage resists the movement, and the answering pull makes Shane’s cock pulse.
“Poor baby. This hungry hole’s been waiting all morning.” Shane whines and nods into the pillow. Without warning, Ilya spreads him open and licks into him with a groan. Shane might just die. His face is so hot, and his cock is so hard. Or he thinks it is. The cage is a tight, hot pressure wrapped around him, and Ilya’s tongue is a wet, hot pressure against his rim. Shane’s heart is pounding in his cock and his chest and his ears. It's so loud he almost misses the words tumbling from Ilya’s mouth.
“Christ, you look so good, sweetheart. Got this cock all wrapped up for me, yeah? Keeping it so safe and locked up for me. Do you want me to touch it?” The words make tears prick in Shane’s eyes. He tries and fails to speak around the lump in his throat. Ilya gives the cage a small tug. “Answer me, Shane.”
Shane draws in a shuddering breath. “Don’t—don’t want to choose. It’s not my cock, Ilya. S’yours.” He swallows hard as his tears start to fall.
“Oh baby, you’re so good. Thank you.” Ilya says, and then his hands are tight on Shane’s hips and he’s pushing in, deep and hard and perfect. Shane melts into the mattress as Ilya fucks him. It’s a relief to have something to clench around. He’s desperate for a distraction from the unforgiving metal wrapped around his cock. Ilya holds nothing back. Shane feels him all the way down to his toes. Heat spreads from his balls to his cock and up into his stomach. It pushes more tears from his eyes, makes him cry out into the pillow beneath him.
Shane doesn’t understand what his body is doing. Distantly, he knows that if the cage weren't there, he would have come already. As it is, every fuck of Ilya’s hips jostles his caged cock, sending delicious aching shockwaves of pleasure throughout his body. His stomach and balls clench tighter and tighter as Ilya pounds his prostate on each stroke. All he can do is shake and sob and clench around Ilya’s cock.
“Yeah, yeah, fucking hell, sweetheart. Gonna make you come, yeah?” Shane cries out at the thought. He can’t, he can’t. There’s no room, no space for him to let go in the confines of the cage. He’s helpless, trapped between the unrelenting pressure of the metal wrapped around him and Ilya fucking into him. For a wild moment he thinks he might never come again. Still, Ilya doesn’t let up.
“C’mon, I know you can give it to me. It’s my cock, yes? My cock and my choice, and I want to see it come. Be a good boy and let me have it, malysh.” And then Ilya’s pressing him even harder into the mattress, his hand tight on the back of Shane’s neck, and Shane’s body is burning, so hot it must be able to melt the metal. There’s no other way to explain the heat that washes over his cock as he lets go with a shout.
When Shane comes to, he's wrapped in Ilya’s arms, Ilya's voice in his ear telling him how lovely and good he is, how proud Ilya feels. He opens his eyes as Ilya asks, “How do you feel, sweetheart?”
Shane’s not sure how to answer. Sore. Wrung out. Remade. Instead, he burrows into Ilya’s shoulder and says, “Ilya, holy shit. How did you know I could—”
“Come while wearing that?” He gestures to the cock cage sitting innocently on their bedside table. “It’s my birthday,” he says simply. “I knew you’d give me whatever I asked for.”
