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    After a brutal game, Shane and Ilya both end up at the same club. Ilya think's he's been cheeky, but obvious about what he wants. Shane doesn't understand him at all.

    Jealousy turns into deliberate provocation, which turns into something much more physical once they're alone.

    It turns into a hotel room encounter built around control and loss of control, rough handling, spanking, and a lot of built-up tension finally being worked out.

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    “I am serious, though, you are safe, yes? Drunk at hotel, sitting on balcony, crying over Montreal’s terrible loss?”

    It makes sense that Ilya’s mind would go there first. Shane said he was outside. Based on past behavior, the hotel balcony is probably the only place Ilya would expect him to be. He feels a little giddy that he gets to shock him for once.

    “I’m at a club, actually.” He has to bite back a self-satisfied smile as he speaks, “With the team. Safe.”

    It's quiet for a few moments before Ilya deadpans,

    “Very funny joke.”

    (or: three days after the breakup with rose, shane gets drunk in boston. it spirals out from there.)

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  5. Public Bookmark 74

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    He blamed the league for the monster in his chest, the one that wanted to sink it's claws into Hollander’s neck, to see the red crescent marks that would be left when Ilya would finally retract his hand—only when Shane was spluttering and out of breath. He blamed the fact that they had been shoved into each other’s faces as young as seventeen for the intense burning flare that would explode in his chest every time he saw a glimpse of those dark doe eyes and freckles—a burning that wasn’t anything remotely close to hatred no matter how hard he had tried to convince himself otherwise. He blamed every single fucking person that hyped up their rivalry for the fact that all he wanted was to see Shane’s teary eyes as he plowed into him, making those little punched out *uh uh uh* sounds Ilya heard in his fucking dreams. 

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    Ilya explores his dominant tendencies through Shane and falls in love along the way (or, probably, was just in love all along)

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