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Ilya had just finished towel drying his hair, not wanting to sleep with it dripping wet. Shane walked into their ensuite bathroom and he didn’t not ignore Ilya. Shane followed their usual night routine. He undressed in front of Ilya, locking eyes with him, watching the Russian’s eyes follow each piece of clothing that dropped to the marble floor.
Each article that hit the ground was the only sound in the bathroom. A soft plop after every drop.
Shane’s jaw was set, his eyes were sharp, cutting into Ilya’s for a moment before slightly adjusting his gaze over Ilya’s shoulder landing somewhere in the bedroom.
Ilya watched him take a deep breath before making eye contact one more time and getting in the shower. Ilya took that as a cue to move on with his routine. He brushed his teeth and walked himself to the bedroom dresser. He hesitated. How mad is Shane? He thought to himself while deciding whether or not it was safe to sleep naked. He shrugged to himself and grabbed a pair of boxer briefs, pulled them on, and crawled in bed.
Picking at the seam of the comforter, Ilya was sitting up in bed. He kept his eyes on the entrance into the bathroom, waiting. He knew what this was about.
The previous weekend Ilya didn’t have a game, but Shane did, in Montreal. Ilya decided he would take advantage of his calendar having nothing listed for three days in a row.
He called his best friend to see if she could spend the weekend with him. Svetlana was offended that it had taken him so long to invite her back over, but it was about as short lived as an exhale of a breath and she was already buying a ticket. No, Ilyusha, you’re not paying for my flight but you will be paying for everything else.
Svetlana and Ilya spent the three days as they always would: getting drunk on Ilya’s couch with a shitty romcom playing at a very low volume so they could just talk. They watched movies, they made handmade pizza, and that too-sweet boxed cake. They mostly slept on the couch, sometimes falling asleep on opposite ends, sometimes tangled up.
They did not have sex. That’s the only part of their relationship that changed once he told Svetlana about being in love with Shane Hollander and that it had been reciprocated. Ilya was loudly monogamous, obsessed that he was Shane’s. Sveta was loudly disturbed by this love sick puppy, but secretly so happy for him she often started to tear up when he gushed about Shane. No one would ever know that though.
When she had left, Ilya stepped out onto the front porch with her while the driver he had called put Svetlana’s luggage into the black Mercedes.
They said their goodbyes, their I love yous, and they hugged. Then…
Then Ilya leaned down and kissed Svetlana on the lips.
Svetlana, without a second thought opened her mouth the moment Ilya’s lips touched hers, his tongue sliding in for a millisecond before they both straightened and laughed.
“Old habits,” Ilya shrugged, suddenly bright red, he was blushing, though it was out of pure horror.
Sveta stood on her tip toes and gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek, then took a step back.
“Take care of yourself, Ilyusha,” she smiled at him and started to walk away.
“I love you my beautiful Sveta,” Ilya said loudly to make sure she could hear.
And the two kisses were recorded on their security camera.
So, watching Shane step out of the bathroom (naked, his new go to sleep attire at Ilya’s house) Ilya worried at his lip waiting for him to say what he needed to say.
Ilya’s eyes were locked onto Shane’s, but Shane was visibly in his own head, thinking very seriously. The crease had appeared between his eyebrows when they pressed together for multiple reasons but when he was upset about something that line looked different.
And he was visibly upset, not sad but something else. Something more possessive and betrayed.
They had already fought about it. Ilya was holding Shane’s face when he said the thing that put the fight to rest,
“I am yours Shane. There is no one else, never anyone else. Svetlana is only my friend. It never occurred to me that it would make you uncomfortable because you know me too much. That first kiss was accidental, just not thinking. Please do not think badly about Sveta, she is my family and I want her to be your family too. I fucking love you,” he grabbed Shane’s limp wrist an placed it over his own heart, “you feel that beating? That is for you.”
Shane kissed him and he kissed Shane back, then they decided they were exhausted and got ready for bed.
So, Ilya thought he put the fight to rest.
“I have to know,” Shane told him as he walked to Ilya’s side of the bed.
“What, Zaichik?” Ilya sat up straighter in bed.
With his jaw still clenched, Shane crawled onto his boyfriend’s lap, straddling him. He put a hand on the back of Ilya’s neck and looked deep into his eyes, searching.
“How did you used to fuck her?”
Ilya’s brain short circuited for a moment, not expecting Shane to say anything of that nature. He blinked at him a few too many times.
“Ilya,” He slid his fingers into the back of Ilya's slightly damp hair, pulling his curls into a fist and pulling his head back to make him keep eye contact and also expose his neck. He continued in a low voice, almost a growl, “Tell me how you used to fuck her, touch her, kiss her… eat her fucking pussy.
“I doubt her mouth is as good as mine, she can’t take you all the way? Hm? Tell me about her lips.” Shane’s lips were hovering over Ilya’s, his full bottom lip making brief contact over and over again.
“Shane. No, we are not doing this,” As much as Shane’s eyes, full of jealous rage, flipped a hungry switch in Ilya’s mind, he didn’t want this. He put a hand on Shane’s waist and the other on his hip with a firm grip, the kind he held him with when they were around Ilya’s teammates and their wandering eyes.
“She’s better than me?” For a split second devastation flashed through his eyes, then they were back to jealousy, anger, lust.
Ilya licked his own lips, immediately shaking his head no. He moved a hand up to Shane’s jaw, running a thumb over his freckled cheek, then moving it lower to press against Shane’s bottom lip.
“No. Zaichik, you are… Fuck. You have ruined me,” he kept their eyes locked, determined, despite the rage flickering in Shane’s eyes. “I don’t even want to think about anyone else, especially right now with you in my lap. You look so, ah how would I say this…I am not happy that you are jealous, but it looks good on you.”
Shane scoffed and tried to push Ilya’s hand away, with no success. It only encouraged Ilya to press his thumb harder against his bottom lip, demanding for entrance.
Shane opened his mouth and immediately let his tongue swirl around his thumb before gently sucking. His gaze didn’t falter.
“Fuck, Hollander. You respond to me so well.” Immediately there was a sharp, then dull, aching pain on his thumb, “Did you just bite me?”
Shane leaned back moving his body away from Ilya’s, a small smirk pressed into his lips.
“You won’t give me what I want,” He said as he started to unmount himself from Ilya. The Russian pulled himself out from under the covers and moved so he was sitting on the edge of the bed, feet flat on the wood floor.
He grabbed Shane’s wrist, “No, you are not walking away from me like that.” He pulled harder, making Shane stumble slightly before he found himself standing in front of Ilya, looking down at him. Ilya grabbed his hips, pulling him to stand between his own thighs. His grip was tight, almost bruising.
“Then fucking tell me, Ilya. I need to know what it was like with her. I need to know if you… Do we have something special?”
Ilya’s heart sank at the realization, of course Shane was wondering about his relationship with Svetlana. In his eyes, Sveta was the only other relationship that Ilya had, even though it was mostly platonic, they had a sexual component to their relationship, but it was Sveta.
Shane’s only real relationship was with Ilya, his relationship with Rose was platonic, even though they slept together.
Ilya took a deep breath, “I will tell you, but first get in bed, your naked body is very distracting. And turn off big light.”
Shane slowly nodded, he walked to the bedroom door, turned the light off, then walked to his own side of the bed and got in. Ilya mirrored him, laying on his side, holding his head up with arm at an acute angle. Their lamps cast a dim yellow glow over both of their faces.
They were both laying close to each other but with some space in between, Ilya wanted to be able to see as much of Shane as he could. He placed a free hand on Shane’s hip, gently rubbing circles into his skin.
“I think you have an idea about what my relationship with Sveta has always looked like, and it is my fault that maybe you have wrong idea,” He began, looking at Shane’s face, “Yes, we used to fuck, but we have always been best friends first, like family. The sex was just convenient and easy. It was good sex,” Shane started glaring, and Ilya pinched his hip, “listen, sweetheart. That’s all it was. There was never that feeling you give me, the butterflies. There was no passion, there was nothing more than sex. Sometimes we cuddled close together, but I never really wanted to touch her, to watch how she would respond to different touches.”
Ilya slowly ran his hand up Shane’s side, he pressed his thumb into the side of a rib and watched as Shane sharply inhaled through his nose. He ran a thumb over his hard nipple, watching his boyfriend press his teeth into his bottom lip, a small sound escaping his throat. He grabbed his peck, squeezing, watching Shane’s eyes flicker through hundreds of memories. He slowly moved his hand up to Shane’s throat, wrapping a hand around it, putting enough pressure to remind Shane’s body of the times when he begged Ilya for it.
Ilya looked over the flush on Shane’s cheeks, the glossiness of his eyes, he took a few seconds to look at his perfect, pretty, pink mouth.
Ilya hummed in the back of his throat before continuing, “and your mouth, lyubimyy. Your mouth was made for me. You’re the only one that has ever made me cum in less than a minute with just your fucking mouth, and you better take that to your grave, Hollander. And the sounds you make when I eat you out have removed all other memories of anyone else.”
Shane’s breathing was coming out rough, his eyes were locked onto Ilya’s lips.
“You are going to fuck the anger out of me and I am going to leave so many marks on your body, the guys will give you shit for it for the rest of the season,” Shane demanded.
Who was Ilya to deny such a pretty man of his wants and needs. If Shane had told Ilya he was going to top him, Ilya would have let him.
Instead, Ilya moved towards Shane, slotting their bodies together. He gently pushed his knee between Shane’s thighs, careful not to accidentally clip his balls along the way. Shane pulled his leg up Ilya’s side, which of course Ilya gripped the back of. He moved them so that they were still mostly laying on their sides, but Ilya was no longer holding up his head.
Ilya cupped Shane’s face in one hand and looked into his eyes, “You can be angry at me, Shane. But after this, we will not ever argue over my past relationship with Sveta, okay? Is that a deal?”
Shane nodded once. Ilya leaned in and pressed their lips together.
It was gentle at first, a way of saying, this is still us. Then, Ilya did what was asked of him, Shane wanted angry sex? He would get it.
Ilya moved a hand to the back of Shane’s head, pushing their faces against each other. Their kiss was a passionate expression of anger and jealousy. Ilya’s tongue was in Shane’s mouth, Shane was sucking on it then pulling away for a second so he could bite Ilya’s bottom lip. They both tasted metallic flood their tastebuds.
Ilya pulled away and pressed his fingers against his bottom lip and pulled them away to look at them. Blood.
“You fucking punctured me,” Ilya let out a low groan and pressed their lips back together, ignoring the ache from his now bleeding lip. He made Shane taste what he had just done.
The offender licked over the bite, then started sucking on it like he was drawing the blood to sample later. Then, teeth started clashing, they were panting into each other’s mouths.
Ilya fisted Shane’s hair and pulled his head back, a moan escaping his lips.
Ilya let out a string of curses as he kissed down Shane’s jaw, his neck. He was leaving behind smears of blood and it made something flip in his stomach. He bit Shane’s neck and sucked softly, not hard enough to leave a mark.
Then, Shane was pushing him onto his back, straddling his hips again. His lips were immediately attached to Ilya’s neck, sucking slowly, nipping at the skin.
Ilya felt the little menace on his lap smirk against his neck as he started scraping his teeth down to the Russian’s collarbone, then he leaned down and kissed Ilya’s chest and looked up at him through his eyelashes, debating.
“What does that look mean, Shane? What are you plan—BLAYT’!” Shane had sunk his teeth into Ilya’s pec. It wasn’t just a bite. Not one between lovers. It was animalistic.
He grabbed the back of Shane’s head in a fistful of hair, but he didn’t move him.
“Sh-Shane, fuck you’re actually biting me,” He said, his voice shaking, not realizing that it was completely purposeful. Shane, Canada’s golden boy, only winked in response, keeping his teeth sunk into Ilya’s flesh.
And to both of their surprise, Ilya moaned. It wasn’t like any sound that had left his lips before. It was a whiny sound of pure ecstacy. He wasn’t the one that moaned like that. He grunted, he moaned… normally. Shane was the one that made new sounds with his vocal cords like an instrument being played.
Ilya slowly let his head fall back, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, the pace of his breathing increased, more whines fell from his lips as his chest rose and fell, moving the position that Shane’s teeth were in. The cosplaying vampire watched in awe at Ilya’s responses.
He could feel blood, slick and warm, slipping over his lip, running down his chin, falling onto Ilya’s body, slipping under him on the sheets. For once, Shane didn’t care about any messes they were about to make. He was mentally making a checklist of looking up mattresses, buying a new one, etc…
Shane slowly pressed his ass down against Ilya’s hard aching cock.
Immediately, Ilya’s eyes shot open and grabbed Shane’s ass, picking it back up. “Fuck, Hollander, not yet. You’ll make me cum,” Shane unlatched his teeth slowly, making Ilya moan again. He was so fucking noisey.
Shane moved his body, so that he could sit on his heels, straddling Ilya’s thighs.
Ilya’s eyes were pointed at the bleeding teeth marks on his chest, he took in another shaky breath, this one from adrenaline. Slowly, he let his eyes move to Shane’s face, the darkest shade of red was running down his neck, coating the bottom of his face. He couldn’t stop looking, his eyes searched for every drop of blood.
He reached a shaking hand out toward Shane’s face, that was blank with the shock of what he had just done. He was staring into Ilya’s eyes, watching, is this.. okay?
Ilya wiped some blood off of Shane’s chin with his thumb, then pressed his thumb against Shane’s bottom lip. He immediately opened his mouth, his eyes flashing dangerously as he sucked his boyfriend’s blood off of his finger.
Ilya watched, his eyes full of lust, “Ty chyortov sadist. Prirevnoval menya, a potom prevratil v kakuyu-to zhevatel’nuyu igrushku glya sobak i zalil moyei krov’yu vsyo vokrug? Kak zhe eto bylo goryacho, yobanaya ty shlushka!”
Ilya sat up and pressed their lips together again, he tasted his own blood, he sucked it off of Shane's tongue and teeth, their mouths were sliding against each other. Shane was back to sitting fully flush on Ilya’s lap, he slowly rolled their hips against each other and they both groaned into each other’s mouths. Ilya flipped them over and pulled his own underwear off, leaving them both nude.
He removed his mouth from Shane’s and sucked a deep love bite into his neck, they had already crossed the line of fucks to give. Shane dug his nails into his back, scratching long pulls of his nails along either side of Ilya’s spine. He knew he was breaking the skin and Ilya knew he was too, the pain was drawing whimpers from him.
Ilya moved down the bed so he had access to Shane’s thighs and started gently kissing him there, sucking soft hickies into the sensitive skin. Then, he grabbed a hold of both of Shane’s thighs, so he wouldn’t be able to move them.
Shane looked down at him at the exact moment Ilya sunk his own teeth into Shane’s skin.
Shane yelped, his voice rang through the empty house and his hands grabbed Ilya’s hair so tightly, the latter was pretty sure he was about to prematurely go bald.
Ilya was in so much shock at how good this all felt. He never would’ve even considered having this kind of sex with Shane. He looked back up at him and Shane’s eyes were wild.
”Ilya—fuck baby, I’m gonna cum, don’t stop!”
Ilya groaned at that and reached a hand up, wrapping a hand around Shane’s slick, precum covered cock. A few jerks of his fist later, Shane was cumming, shooting over his own stomach, and Ilya’s hair. At that point though, Shane could be lighting Ilya’s hair on fire and he would still be sex drunk on Shane Shane Shane.
He gently pulled away and watched blood trickle from the wound he just inflicted on the love of his life.
“Why’d you bite me?” Shane asked, his thighs shaking around his head.
”Mmm was not enough of my blood.”
“What do you mean?”
Ilya covered his fingers in Shane’s blood and first brought them to his own lips, sucking them in, then he did it again, but that time, he gently rubbed two fingers against Shane’s hole. A gasp escaped Shane’s lips.
”I am going to fuck you open on my fingers using your blood as lube, then as you requested, I’m going to fuck the anger out of you.”
Shane couldn’t even respond, he just laid back and opened his thighs wider for Ilya.
Ilya was surprised at how good of lube his blood was, he was easily able to slip one finger in, fucking him slowly, caressing his prostate, loving the moans falling from his boyfriends lips, he wanted to eat them. Then there were two fingers, he gently scissored earning him gasps and Shane’s cock coming back to attention. He decided to not add the third.
“Zaichik, hands and knees,” he commanded.
Shane was too gone, to realize he wasn’t fully opened, or maybe he really just didn’t care. He got on his hands and knees in front of Ilya who put a large hand between Shane’s shoulderblades, pushing him down so just his ass was on display. Ilya bit his ass cheek, not hard enough to break skin. He covered his own cock in Shane’s blood and grabbed one of his hips with one hand, with the other he lined up the head of his cock and thrust all the way in with one shove of his hips.
Shane was muffling the scream of pain and ecstacy that came out of his mouth, then turned his head sideways on the pillow so Ilya could hear him moan.
“You’re so fucking greedy Hollander,” a loud slap smacked against Shane’s asscheek. “You see one pretty girl around me and you demand to get fucked because you are angry at me. Now we’re both covered in blood,” his pace was relentless, his hips snapped flush with Shane’s ass over and over and over, “and now I’m fucking you with your own blood as lube.” Ilya threw his head back with a groan, then started cackling.
Shane only whimpered in response, he was so turned on and freaked out at what they were doing. But he managed, “tell me you’re mine, Rozanov.”
“Yes, I’m yours. I have the fucking bite mark to prove it. It’ll leave a scar, is what you wanted. Only you get this cock, only you get to touch my body, only you,” his hips started stuttering, “fuck, Shane, only you. Only you.” He pulled Shane up and moved them so that they were laying on their sides. Ilya wanted to make it last a little longer.
Shane twisted his upper body carefully so he could look at Ilya, surprised to find that his eyes were teary, just as his own were.
He pressed their lips together the best way he could manage at that angle. It was a gentle kiss.
“Ilya, I trust you, I don’t know what I was thinking.”
”Shh, Sweetheart, I know.” Ilya pressed his face into Shane’s neck, they both moaned softly as he picked up pace again.
They came together, holding each other tightly, small tears falling down their cheeks, their hearts were beating together.
They looked like they just committed a murder, but that’s just what happens when you make Shane Hollander jealous.