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    “Hollander, did you hear about this shit?”

    Shane glanced up from his phone. “What?”

    “Come here, look.”

    Shane crossed the locker room to stand beside Hayden. J.J. tilted his phone screen towards them to show a news headline. ‘Iced Out’ Is Catching Fire: Russian Rap Song Goes Viral Thanks to Hockey Star Ilya Rozanov

    “What the hell?” Shane heard himself ask. “Wait, they just asked me about this.”

    “I fucking hate this guy,” Hayden groaned. “I swear to God he did this purposely to fuck with all of us.”

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    the one where Ilya's featured on a viral rap song, and Shane can't figure out why he keeps getting hard in the middle of games.

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    11 May 2026

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    If there’s anyone who is truly feral for a Russian-speaking hockey player, it’s Shane Hollander.

    See, also: Shane Hollander is all of us.

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    03 Apr 2026

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    It is easy to hate Ilya Rozanov; easier than to like him, at least. It would be easier to keep hating him if he wasn't everywhere that Shane also was.

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    10 Mar 2026

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    “Does the Dominus enjoy serving a slave?” Ilya murmured.

    Shane looked up at him through dark lashes. His mouth was a hairsbreadth away from Ilya’s cock, and Ilya could see the exact moment the last of his composure burned out, shedding, the way a snake left its old skin behind, eyes bright and body underneath already new—

    —and instead of answering, Shane licked a stripe up the underside of his shaft, root to tip.

    The law calls Ilya a slave. The mob of Rome calls him their lion, their Gladiator. Senator’s son Shane calls him to his bed.

    Now Shane wants to call him free, but that means owning him first.

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    09 Mar 2026

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    Shane swipes out of a few notifications from the ESPN app, all clickbait about Scott Hunter’s speech at the NHL awards. He can’t deal with those right now, his brain is not online. Then he sees the Snapchat notification, from Ilya.

    Shane puts his phone down and blinks a few times. He picks it up and checks the display again. The notification is still there.

    He hasn’t gotten a Snap from Ilya since the end of the season back in April, after they crashed out of the Frozen Four without making it to the final. Shane saw him a few times after that, at team meetings and at the annual sports awards dinner, but he’s pretty sure Ilya left campus before the end of the semester. Shane wasn’t expecting anything from him until the fall, when he’s back at school.

    He rubs his eyes and rolls onto his side, swiping the app open. It’s a video.

    or, the boys are in college, featuring self discovery, russian diminutives, and (to ilya's chagrin) the scott hunter of it all.

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    09 Mar 2026

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