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Throughout his entire life Shane Hollander knew one thing, he wanted to make a difference. He didn’t want a boring nine to five sat in an office shifting through papers, he wanted to make an impact on the world. 

Do something important. 

When he first raised the idea of becoming a police officer, most people thought it was a joke. The majority simply thought that he didn’t have it in him, Shane didn’t exactly scream authority with his lack of eye contact and poor social skills. 

But if Shane was anything, he was determined. He was the type of guy that once he had set his mind to something that was it, straight tunnel vision on the target. He loved a challenge and moreover, he loved proving people wrong. 

The thing is, Shane was smart. He flew through school with outstanding grades, finishing top of his class with an honours in criminal justice and when he finally got into the police academy, he soared over the drills and exams. 

He excelled, both physically and academically. 

Shane took care of his body, over time carefully crafting a strong vessel. He filled himself out with muscle, had a dedicated cardio routine for longevity. He looked and acted the part. 

Shane played a fair game, obeyed by the law. He was good at his job, showed compassion to those that needed it. 

Which is why he could never understand why he wasn’t taken seriously. 

When he first graduated, he was a patrol officer, it was a little dull as he worked in a low crime area, the most action he got usually consisted of breaking up bar fights. 

Regardless, Shane put the upmost effort into it. The community doted on him and whilst that did give him satisfaction, he just didn’t feel challenged. He knew his skill-set surpassed petty arguments or littering. 

When Shane first told his colleagues that he was interested in being a detective, they laughed. 

‘Very fuckin’ funny, Hollander.’ He recalled Jackson, another officer saying. ‘You’re too soft.’ 

Soft, he heard that word a lot. People on his team thought Shane was too nice, but he figured if his kindness was being mistaken for softness then so be it. 

He wasn’t a cruel man, only a fair one. 

Shane never really felt as though he fit in with the rest of the team. He always presumed since he was quieter than the rest of them that he came across as an easy target. His mom often told him that he should report their behaviour to senior management, but he never did. 

He didn’t want to seem weak. 

So, he took it on the chin every time, instead of standing up for himself he would simply walk away. It was rare for Shane to lose his temper, in fact he thought that his gentle nature was helpful in his line of work. 

People trusted him, they felt like they could open up.

Regardless of the scrutiny, Shane chased after that goal. He worked hard, took the courses, jumped from precinct to precinct as he slowly climbed the ladder. But everywhere he went, he couldn’t help but feel that same judgment from his peers. 

Like they thought he didn’t belong. 

But that only fuelled him on more, he wanted to prove them all wrong. So, he kept at it, he made sure to make good connections, kept his arrest rates high, studied hard after hours and when it was time, he applied for detective position for a Los Angeles precinct. One of the best in the district. 

He’ll never forget the day he had the phone call to tell him he got the job. 

It was almost like a weight was lifted from his shoulders, it had been five long gruelling years of giving his all to teams that didn’t deserve his efforts. The constant teasing, belittling, being told he wasn’t good enough. 

It was all suddenly worth it. 

He made the move days later, packing up his entire life to travel across the country. It was slightly intimidating at first, he was going to be in a foreign place, hours away from friends and family. 

Not to mention his new precinct was in a crime heavy area, Shane had done his research and knew all about the gang activity. 

Next to the nerves, there was excitement. He was finally going to do something that pushed him, he would be around likeminded people that wanted to make a real change. 

Maybe that thought was too naïve. 

He remembers his first day, being led around his new precinct. It was fancy, more so than the one’s he had worked in before. The place was alive with people rushing back and forth people with papers in hands, some with perps’ others just on the phone. 

It was exciting, Shane remembers being led towards his desk which was right in the centre of all the action, opposite another detective called Hayden Pike.

The man seemed nice enough, they shook hands and exchanged names before he was whisked away back into the captain’s office. 

Captain Davis was a good man. He was older, Shane had to guess maybe early fifties, but he had an impeccable career. Davis had worked on all the top cases, put away some of the biggest names of this generation. 

Shane wanted to be just like him. 

‘Sorry for all the fuss.’ He remembers Davis saying as they both sat down in his office. ‘Busy day.’ 

Shake shook his head. ‘Not a problem at all, sir. I’m happy to be here.’ 

That made Davis smile. ‘You have a good energy about you, Shane.’ He observed, leaning back in his chair. ‘I think we need somebody like you around here.’

It was the first time somebody had complimented his attitude and it felt nice to have the reassurance.

They talked inside the office for a little longer, Davis filled him in on what he needed to know. ‘We have a few detectives out on the field right now but once they’re back we can give you a proper introduction.’ 

Shane nodded politely along but he couldn’t wait to get out there himself. 

Once they were finished, Shane returned to his desk where Hayden was still sat typing aimlessly away. 

‘The old man seems to like you.’ Hayden observed, not taking his eyes away from the screen. ‘Congratulations.’ 

Shane didn’t comment on the fact that he spoke rudely against a superior officer. 

‘He’s nice.’ Shane replied, switching his computer on. ‘I look forward to being on the team.’ 

For whatever reason, Hayden chuckled. ‘That’s sweet.’ 

The two fell into a silence as Shane got himself set up, the other detectives were nowhere to be seen and Shane couldn’t help but get a little curious. 

‘So, whose out on the field?’ He asked, catching the attention of the other man who was typing away. 

‘Ford and Andrews.’ Hayden responded, the names were said with a little bit of distain. ‘Armed robbery case or something.’ 

Shane sat up a little straighter. ‘Really?’ 

He had been a part of a few robbery cases in his time, he found them interesting. 

Hayden nodded his head. ‘Yep.’ Shane couldn’t quite understand the man’s almost bored attitude. ‘Some bank downtown.’ 

‘How come you’re not out there?’ Shane asked inquisitively. The comment made Hayden chuckle as he finally looked away from the screen. There was a hint of amusement in his eyes, like Shane wasn’t getting something. 

‘You and I don’t go on the field.’ Hayden said as though it was fact. Shane laughed initially, thinking it was a joke, but the other man leaned back with his arms crossed over his chest, indicating that he wasn’t messing around. 

‘Why?’ Shane frowned, looking back towards Hayden. 

‘Somebody needs to do the paperwork.’ Hayden acknowledges with a shrug, like this was something he had accepted a long time ago. ‘Those somebodies are us.’ 

‘Davis said-‘ Shane went to fire back, but Hayden was quicker. 

‘Davis is close to useless, as long as the work is done, he doesn’t care.’ Hayden was being harsh, it left a sour feeling in Shane’s mouth that he was being disrespectful to the captain of all people. ‘You’re welcome to speak to him but I doubt it would make the best impression with the others.’ 

Hayden was right, he couldn’t kick up a fuss on the first day. Plus, he figured that there was a reason as to why Hayden was on desk work. Perhaps it was his lack of work ethic or maybe he struggled on cases. 

Regardless, Shane was going to prove himself to the rest of the team and get out there. If he had to do desk work for a few weeks, then so be it. 

Those few weeks rapidly turned into months. 

Shane had worked with difficult teams in the past, but his current peers took the cake. He liked Hayden, in fact the two of them had grown close most likely because they were constantly together. 

But the other two, Ford and Andrews were grade fucking A assholes. 

Shane determined that they had been partners for a few years and whilst he could respect them as detectives, as people they were just entitled. Ford was the older out of the two, slightly taller than Shane and greying in the hair with a scruffy beard whereas Andrews was shorter, ginger hair and almost meeker looking. 

But both were as bad as each other. 

It wasn’t like Shane didn’t try because he did, hard. But the two detectives had little to no respect for him. It was as though he had done something to personally insult them just by being here. 

Shane was yet to work a proper case, he just filed papers all day. 

He contemplated telling Davis, demanding to be put a task that wasn’t sifting through paperwork but some silly part in his head told him that doing that would be admitting defeat.

Shane didn’t want to show that their behaviour was bothering him, but his patience was wearing thin. 

‘Process that for me would ya kid?’ Ford came barrelling in, tossing a file down onto Shane’s desk with a thump. 

Shane made eye contact with Hayden, both resisting to roll their eyes at each other. ‘He’s not your assistant.’ Hayden commented like he always did. 

‘Shut the fuck up, Pike.’ Ford chuckled, taking a seat behind his own desk. ‘Besides, you don’t mind, do you Hollander?’ 

Shane bit down on the inside of his cheek, holding back from saying something he would regret. Hayden looked on with a small frown as Shane shook his head in defeat. ‘No, it’s fine.’ 

‘Atta boy.’ Ford smirked, bringing a cup of coffee to his lips. 

The day was going rather mundane, Shane kept his head down and got on with his work, around lunchtime he was called out after a convenience store was robbed by a group of teenage boys stealing energy drinks but aside from that, it was quiet.

He found himself often thinking back to his life before the force, how determined he was to work a job that elicited change. But now, he felt as though that side of him was slowly slipping away into nothingness. 

He was becoming complacent in doing nothing and it was driving him mad. 

The day took a turn when Andrews came storming in with a shit-eating grin on his face. ‘We’ve got him.’ He declared, causing the team to look up in interest. 

‘Who?’ Ford asked, sitting back in his chair. 

‘Rozanov, he’s in holding.’ Shane sat up straighter at the mention of the name. Ilya Rozanov was the head of one of the biggest crime gangs in the area, he practically ran the lower end of town with his clubs. 

Shane had read all about him and he had been under a close eye for a while now due to distribution of drugs and money laundering. The man was rich, incredibly secretive and known to not speak to police. 

‘Under what grounds?’ Shane frowned, he knew damn well after his days filing papers that the precinct had close to nothing on the man. 

Andrews just shrugged. ‘We can figure that out.’ 

‘So, he’s not been arrested?’ Hayden asked with a mixture of disbelief and amazement at the stupidity of one of the self-proclaimed best detectives in the area. ‘If we don’t have any evidence within forty-eight hours, he walks…once again.’ 

It was becoming clear that it wasn’t the first time Rozanov had been put in holding.

‘Fuckin’ hell, Pike. Give it a rest.’ Andrews scoffed, leaning on one of the desks. ‘We just need to crack him, get the idiot to talk and we’ll be fine.’ 

Shane thought it was foolish to call Rozanov an idiot when he had been playing the system for years now. It was mistakes like these that were behind the reason as to why he was still a free man. 

‘You shouldn’t have brought him in without substantial evidence.’ Shane points out with a feeling of wrongness in his gut towards the disregard to protocol. 

‘You two are a pair of fucking girls.’ Ford started to chime in with a roll of his eyes. ‘It’s Rozanov, who gives a shit about evidence? We’ll bring him in whenever we like.’ 

Hayden and Shane looked towards each other, silently communicating to stop pushing since it wasn’t worth the battle.

‘He’s in interrogation room one if you want to see how it’s done.’ Andrews added with a smirk, motioning to Ford for him to follow. 

‘Do you want to?’ Hayden asked once they were alone. Shane contemplated for a moment because as much as it was against his morals to go off the book like this, he was curious to see Ilya Rozanov in the flesh. 

‘Only for a bit.’ 

The two made their way into the observation room, Shane weirdly felt an air of nervousness when he flicked on the lights. 

He knew this was wrong, even though Rozanov was a criminal he still shouldn’t have been brought in. 

‘Do you think he’ll speak?’ Shane figured Hayden would know more than him and he quickly got his answer when the other man laughed with a shake of his head. 

‘Not a fucking chance.’ He replied before flicking the switch to turn on the one-way mirror peering into the investigation room. 

And there he was just like that. Ilya Rozanov, right in front of him. 

He looked bored, slouched back in his seat with his arms over his chest. Shane had seen pictures on file, but Rozanov was incredibly handsome. He looked manly, more rugged looking than Shane had expected. His face lay stoic, not giving anything away as he stared blankly ahead at the two detectives in the room. 

Rozanov was big too, more so in person than on his pictures. He had wide shoulders, a broad chest, and arms full of muscle. 

Shane may have stared a little too long at those arms. 

‘I don’t know about you Rozanov, but I don’t fancy sitting here for any longer than an hour so let’s just skip the niceties this time, hm?’ Ford led the conversation, but Rozanov didn’t so much as blink. 

Shane would be surprised if there were any niceties to begin with. The duo came in hot, firing questions at the silent man. It was too much too soon, there was no easing into the conversation or cross examination. 

It was rash and careless, a clumsy showing of dominance that was clearly not working. 

‘We know you’ve been supplying to local dealers, we’ve had tabs on you for months.’ Andrews interrogates but it seemingly falls on deaf ears. 

‘He knows they’re lying.’ Hayden comments with a shake of his head. Shane hummed in agreement, eyes trained on the handsome man. 

Shane, like most other detectives knew that Rozanov was one of the major suppliers in the area, it didn’t take a genius to figure that out, but it was pointless raising it to him without any hardcore evidence. 

The issue was that the people that surrounded Rozanov were loyal, nobody had ever snitched on him. 

Rozanov said nothing the entire time, only the occasional curl of his lips when he realised the two detectives were going round in circles. Shane found himself smiling too, quietly entertained by the fact that the pair of them were meeting their match.

The interrogation went on for just over two hours before they came out, bodies tense. 

‘Fucking asshole.’ Andrews scoffed as he stormed into the observation room with Ford trailing in behind. ‘Who does he think he is?’ 

‘Maybe if you didn’t ask stupid questions he would’ve responded.’ Ford snapped back with a thin patience. 

Shane kept his eyes on Rozanov as the two started to bicker between themselves. 

The man was looking straight ahead, right into the window. Shane knew Rozanov couldn’t see him, but it felt as though he was staring right at him. 

‘Can I speak to him?’ 

The room went silent and then, there was laughter. 

‘You think you could get him to talk?’ Andrews asked with a scoff, shaking his head. ‘We just pressed him for two hours.’ 

‘There’s no harm in letting him try.’ Hayden jumped in, looking towards Shane with a nod of trust. ‘If he doesn’t speak, he doesn’t speak. Nothing more we can do.’ 

‘You know what sure. Fuck it.’ Ford threw his hands up in defeat and Shane knew that the detective was only letting him for entertainment value. ‘He’s all yours for an hour, Hollander. I’m getting a coffee.’ 

The two of them left, leaving only Shane and Hayden in the room. ‘You’re sure about this?’ Hayden asked, glancing over towards Rozanov who was still gazing ahead. 

Shane wasn’t sure. But something kept pulling at him, some instinct in the back of his mind insisting he needed to talk to this man.

‘We’ll see.’  He replied with a faint smile before stepping out of the room.

Shane stood outside the door for a few minutes, silently going over a plan in his head. He knew realistically Rozanov was unlikely to speak to him, but he had to at least try. 

So, he opened the door. 

The sound was enough for Rozanov to turn his head and for a split second, Shane saw a flash of something close to curiosity flicker through his blue eyes at a new face. But that was quickly replaced by the motionless stare. 

‘Hi, I’m detective Shane Hollander.’ He introduced, stepping forward and holding out his hand. 

Rozanov’s gaze dropped down, his lips daring to twitch. Then, to everybody’s surprise but especially Shane’s, he reached out and shook it, grip steady.

The first thing Shane noticed were his big hands, completely engulfing his own. 

‘I’m just here to ask you a few questions.’ He pulled back and went to sit so they were face to face, Rozanov fixated his gaze onto Shane, the detective wasn’t sure if it was out of genuine interest or a tactic to intimidate but he refused to shrink.

‘You haven’t been arrested so think of this as an informal chat but anything you say could be used in evidence against you at a later date.’ Neither of the other two detectives ran Rozanov over his rights so Shane was going to clear that up. ‘You are entitled to a lawyer, should you want one.’ 

Shane glanced up to check but Rozanov slowly shook his head from side to side. 

‘Okay.’ He hummed, flicking on the microphone, and checking his watch. ‘The time is four-twenty pm on the seventeenth of March, I’m Detective Shane Hollander here with-‘ Shane looked up for Rozanov to speak but nothing came. ‘Ilya Rozanov.’ 

From up close, Shane had an even better view of the man. He had pretty curls that framed his face which contrasted his cold blue eyes. There was also a noticeable mole on the side of his cheek that somehow fit him so well. 

Rozanov probably was around his height, but he dwarfed Shane in sheer size. His presence seemed to command a room, it made Shane feel envious with a hint of something else that he couldn’t quite place.

He was attractive, it wasn’t a crime to think that. 

‘We’ll start with simple stuff.’ Shane leant back, his posture relaxed. He wanted to let Rozanov know that he wasn’t here to attack him, he just wanted to hear the facts. ‘What do you do for work?’ 

As expected, Rozanov said nothing. But he did mirror Shane’s posture, sitting back himself with his arms folded over his chest. 

That was a good sign, he didn’t look as defensive as he did with the other two.

Shane didn’t let the lack of answer deter him. ‘How much would you say you make yearly?’ 

Once again, Rozanov said nothing. But this time, Shane caught the slow drag of his gaze as it wandered shamelessly down over his chest before lifting back to his face, the faintest hint of a smirk tugging at his lips.

Shane cleared his throat, a tiny crack in his composure. 

‘Could you tell me what a normal day looks like for you?’ Shane expected yet another silence, but he didn’t mind, it wasn’t like Ford or Andrews got any further with him. 

But just as he was about to move onto the next question, Rozanov spoke. 

‘You’re new.’ The deep murmur of his voice caught Shane off guard, words coated in a thick Russian accent, curling around the words in a way that felt strangely deliberate.

Shane paused for a brief second. ‘I am.’ He replied, holding a tight smile. ‘I’ve only been here a few months.’

Rozanov gave him another glance over. ‘Do you enjoy it?’ Shane knew that the man was dancing around the real questions, but he figured for now he would entertain. 

‘I do.’ Shane partly lied, he didn’t need to go into a tangent about how he would enjoy his job if he was actually allowed to do it. 

Rozanov seemed to pick up on his hesitance instantly. ‘But?’ 

Shane dismissed him, it wasn’t professional to discuss something like this. ‘I like my job.’ He finalised with a stern stare. Rozanov looked amused but backed off with a quiet chuckle.

‘How would you describe-‘ Shane wanted to get back on track but was cut off with an exasperated sigh from the other end of the table. 

‘Sweetheart, I’ve had a long day, hm? You know I’m not going to answer your boring questions.’ Shane was stunned into a temporary silence, and he hoped to God that his face wasn’t flushing red, but he could feel the heat start to rise. 

Sweetheart, it rolled so deliciously off his tongue. So obviously a honey trap to lure Shane in, perhaps he had been too obvious with his staring because Rozanov was trying to get under his skin. 

And it was possibly working.

There was a nagging voice in his head that told him that Rozanov wouldn’t speak to any other detective like this, he was doing it because Shane looked susceptible.

‘Mr Rozanov.’ He bit back, regaining composure. ‘If we could refrain from pet names for the recording, it would be appreciated.’ 

‘Ilya.’ Rozanov replied smoothly, leaning forward with interest. ‘You can call me Ilya.’  

‘Whatever you prefer.’ Shane brushed off, looking down towards his watch as a distraction. They had only been in here a little under ten minutes. 

‘Say it.’ Rozanov insisted, trying to chase his eyes. ‘I like how you say my name.’

Shane knew exactly what Rozanov was doing. This wasn’t flirting. It was a game aimed to display control, to remind Shane who held the power in the room. 

There was no solid evidence against him, nothing forcing Rozanov to cooperate, which meant he was free to sit there and toy with him however he pleased.

But he was talking, and Shane couldn’t resist the opportunity to bite. Their gazes met, the air tightening with challenge and something else. 

Then, Shane complied. 

‘Ilya.’ He corrected himself quietly, watching satisfaction spread across the other man’s face in a smug grin. 

Ilya flicked a glance towards one-way mirror and quickly back to Shane, then, leaning forward just enough to invade his space, he silently mouthed ‘good boy.’ 

It was deliberate, to test if Shane would crumble. 

Shane’s jaw tightened as he glared ahead, Rozanov knew there were other people behind the wall watching them. He was doing this to embarrass him. 

Which is why he hated the fact his cheeks were burning red. 

But Ilya wasn’t done as he slowly reached over to take hold of the recording device on the table, holding it up towards his lips.

‘That’s police property‘ Shane warned, patience slowly wearing thin. 

Ilya’s smirked, glancing up towards the clock and then back towards Shane. His eyes were swirling with amusement, like he had found himself a shiny new toy. 

‘The time is four thirty-nine pm.’ He drawls into the microphone, elbows rested casually on the table as he spoke, mimicking Shane’s tone from earlier perfectly.

So, he was listening.

‘And detective Hollander….’ He continued smoothly, he had Shane on the edge of his seat. ‘Has turned a very pretty shade of red for me.’ 

Shane snatched the microphone from his hands instantly. 

‘That’s enough.’ He gritted, eyes like steel as embarrassment coursed through his body. ‘This isn’t some joke.’ 

Shane wasn’t getting anywhere, and Ilya hadn’t responded to anything that mattered. 

‘We’ll leave it there for now.’ His entire body was tense as he turned the recording off and stood up from his seat. 

‘But I was having fun.’ Ilya pouted sarcastically and Shane albeit not professional, rolled his eyes. 

‘I wasn’t.’ He bit back before leaving the room before Rozanov could say anything else to rile him up. 

Shane had to take a deep breath as he left the room, he could feel his heart hammering inside his chest. He wasn’t one to lose his temper but something about Rozanov left his blood boiling. 

What agitated him was that he knows Rozanov knew damn fucking well that there were people on the other side of the wall watching them. 

He did it all on purpose. 

But what he hated the most was that his body reacted to every single word that left the other man’s lips, Ilya was reading him like a book. 

He walked back into the observation room with his head hung low, anticipating the snide remarks. What he didn’t expect was the stunned silence that met him. 

‘How did you do that?’ It was Ford of all people that spoke first. 

Shane shook his head, mostly just disappointed with himself. ‘He’s a fucking asshole.’ 

Hayden scoffed in disbelief. ‘Shane…’ he was in bewilderment. ‘Rozanov doesn’t speak to anyone.’ 

Shane glanced through the window towards Rozanov with distain. ‘He didn’t say anything that mattered.’ 

‘But he likes you.’ Andrews commented, a rare showing of encouragement. 

It nice, it gave him a strange sense of belonging for once. 

‘We could work with this.’ Ford added, nodding along to himself. ‘If we can get him to trust you then who knows.’ 

That made Shane laugh. ‘Yeah? How do we plan on doing that?’ 

Andrews and Ford exchanged a look, a silent conversation that left Shane guessing. 

‘You two take a break, we’ll work him a little longer.’ Andrews hums definitively, something about his tone gave a sense of unease. 

But Shane desperately needed a break after whatever the hell just happened, so he complied without hesitation. 

‘Do you think he’ll speak to them?’ Shane asked Hayden as they made their way to the canteen to get a drink. Now he had calmed down, he was feeling slightly smug with himself. 

‘Probably not.’ Hayden chuckled. ‘He hates both of them.’ 

Maybe himself and Ilya weren’t so different after all. 

It was nice to sit down and chat with Hayden somewhere that wasn’t behind a desk filled with papers, but in the back of Shane’s mind he couldn’t stop thinking about Rozanov. 

He doubted that he would be able to gain his trust and somewhere in his moral compass it almost felt wrong to even try when it was all a ploy to put him behind bars. 

But Shane knew that he couldn’t blur the lines, and humanising him would only make things harder, Ilya Rozanov was a criminal and he deserved to be sentenced for his crimes. 

They took a break for around half an hour before they decided to make their way back inside to the observation room. 

It was good timing, because as they were about to slip inside, Ford and Andrew’s emerged from interrogation. 

And they looked far too pleased with themselves. 

‘Hollander, he’s all yours.’ Ford shouts over, motioning for him to come over. 

He shares an uncertain look with Hayden, but he walks over nonetheless. ‘Did he talk?’ 

Andrew’s shakes his head with a shit-eating grin, patting Shane on the shoulder. ‘Didn’t have the chance to.’ 

With a frown, Shane opened the door to integration. He honestly wished he hadn’t. The sight that met him made his stomach drop with disgust.

Rozanov was handcuffed to the table, his cheek sporting a dark red mark that was sure to bruise, his lip was split and streaked with blood and Shane noticed that the flashing red light of the camera in the corner of the room was conveniently turned off. 

He felt sick, he felt angry. 

‘Are you here to finish me off?’ Ilya joked. 

The casualness of it made Shane feel even worse. Ilya didn’t seem phased by any of this, which left Shane with the horrible suspicion that this wasn’t the first time something like it had happened.

‘Let me just-‘ Shane sputtered, digging into his pocket for his keys. He could hear his ears ringing in his head. 

This was fucking illegal. 

He fumbled around with his key ring as he tried to find the correct one to unlock the cuffs, his hands were shaking. 

Ilya noticed. ‘You’re okay, sweetheart.’ 

‘Don’t.’ Shane cut in sharply, shaking his head as he finally found the needed key. ‘Now is not the time.’ 

He shakily unlocked the cuffs, looking at the red rings around Ilya’s wrists in distain. ‘I just need to get you a tissue and-‘ 

‘Sit down.’ Ilya said calmly, like Shane was the one that had been hurt. 

Shane felt frantic as he ran his hands through his hair. ‘Sit, detective.’ Ilya repeated, casually wiping the blood from his lip without a wince. 

He felt his body sit before his brain even had chance to catch up. ‘I need to make a few calls and-‘ 

‘No.’ Ilya replied simply, lightly rubbing over his wrists. ‘You will not do that.’ 

Shane’s head snapped up. ‘I need to.’ 

Ilya shook his head slowly. ‘No.’ Shane was bewildered at how unbothered he seemed. ‘Is more trouble for you and for me.’ 

This was against everything Shane stood for, a blatant abuse of power. 

Shane knew that bringing legal into this would be more of an issue for Ilya, but to let it disappear so quietly felt so wrong. 

Almost like he was complacent.  

‘You’re free to go.’ Shane made a quick decision, if Ilya didn’t want him to tell anybody then the least Shane could do was get him out of here to avoid any further damage. ‘I’ll get an officer to escort you downstairs.’ 

‘You can escort me, if you like.’ Ilya smirked, unbelievably, he was still joking. Shane had no idea how.

‘Stop it, this isn’t-.’ Shane knew arguing was futile so he cut himself off with a frustrated sigh, he couldn’t help but stare at the mark on Rozanov’s cheek, maybe he was a criminal, but he didn’t deserve that. ‘Somebody will be with you in a second.’ 

Shane moved on pure tunnel vision as he left the room. He flagged down the nearest officer to escort Ilya before storming toward the observation room, shoving the door open hard enough for it to slam against the wall, his eyes were alight.

‘How fucking could you?’ He seethed, the door closed with a resounding thud behind him. 

‘Us?’ Ford snorted, sat down casually. ‘You just let him walk, idiot.’ 

Shane was seeing red.  ‘You hit him you-‘ 

‘Did we?’ Andrews frowned, glancing towards the recording device which had since been switched on after Rozanov’s departure. ‘That’s strange, the camera must’ve been switched off.’ 

‘That’s so weird.’ Ford added with a grin. ‘You should ask IT about that, Hollander.’ 

Shane had his fist balled up, but the other two only laughed. 

‘We were doing you a fuckin’ favour, kid.’ Andrews simply scoffed, like he knew Shane wasn’t brave enough to actually land a punch. 

‘I’m telling the captain.’ Shane bit back, turning on his heels. 

‘Oh yeah?’ Ford mocked, he didn’t even bother standing. ‘What evidence are you taking to him?’ Shane paused, hand on the doorknob. ‘Because the last I checked the only thing you had to prove we did anything just walked out of the building.’ 

Shane’s body was hot as he stood still. 

‘They’re right.’ Hayden adds with a frown, hearing his voice caused Shane to turn. ‘It’s best if we leave it.’ 

Shane just stared at him. Out of everyone in the room, Hayden had been the one person he thought might have some sense of decency left. Hearing him agree felt like a betrayal all on its own.

‘Fuck all of you.’ He spat, ignoring Hayden’s voice calling after him as he exited the room. 

Shane took a week off sick after that. 

He was torn between his personal morals and protecting Ilya’s wishes. It felt as though by staying silent he was condoning the behaviour at the precinct. 

He wondered how many other people were out there that they had done this to so, using his connections he started to do some digging himself.

What he found was upsetting to say the least and it was apparent that Ilya wasn’t the first person this had happened to. 

Maybe it was childish but being on the force made him feel like one of the good guys, his entire life revolved around protecting his community. 

To not speak up felt like a disservice, a mockery of his title. 

Hayden had been calling him, but Shane wasn’t interested as far as he was concerned, he had chosen his side. 

It was late at night when Shane had the idea that would more than likely jeopardise his entire career if he was caught. But he just couldn’t stop fixating on Rozanov, in a strange way, he felt guilty for what had happened.

Even though he had no say, he was still part of this fucked up plan to ‘build trust’ with the criminal. 

How fucking pathetic that sounded now. 

Shane knew where Rozanov frequented, it was a club that he owned on the lower end of town. He thought if he just got a chance to speak to the man then maybe he could find out about other people this had happened to. 

Maybe, he could make a difference. 

He was getting dressed and leaving his apartment before he had a chance to double back on himself. It was a clear night, the streets were bustling with people who were going out for the weekend. 

But Shane was focused, he called himself a cab and sat silently with his thoughts as he configured exactly what he wanted to say. 

Before he knew it, he had arrived. 

From the outside, the club looked discreet. The building was painted entirely black, broken only by strips of red LED lighting above the entrance. A staircase disappeared underground but a heavy pulse of music could be heard vibrating from below.

There was a long line too and Shane couldn’t help but feel slightly out of place, everyone waiting was dressed in leather and chains, tight fitting clothes with plenty of skin on show. 

Meanwhile, Shane had on a white button up and jeans. 

He waited in the line and the longer he stood, the more his nerves started to build. He knew there was no way he would be caught but he couldn’t help the adrenaline that coursed through his body as though there were a thousand cameras on him. 

Eventually, he got to the front, and he tried not to think too much of it as the bouncer gave him a double glance. 

He knew he looked like he didn’t belong, but he tried to play it off. 

‘First time here?’ The man asked, taking a quick glance at Shane’s ID. 

Shane managed a soft laugh. ‘Is it that obvious?’ He hoped he didn’t seem too nervous, he’d hate to draw suspicion.

The bouncer chuckled and handed the card back over. ‘Don’t worry about it.’ He said kindly, motioning towards the door to let him in. ‘Enjoy your night.’ 

Shane managed a polite smile before he made his way downstairs, the thrum of bass got louder with every step. 

Once he got to the bottom, there was a booth with a woman inside. 

‘Hey.’ She smiled, a little less obvious but her eyes still scanned over him. ‘Just your phone, please.’ 

Shane was a little struck, he hadn’t anticipated having to give up his phone. ‘Oh.’ He fumbled into his pocket before pulling it out to hand it over to her.

If he was going to commit to this, he might as well go all the way. But he couldn’t help that nervous feeling that he was sending himself into the lion’s den with no form of communication to the outside world. 

He also wondered what sort of club needed this type of privacy. 

She exchanged the phone for a small token, presumably to cash in at the end of the night. ‘Have fun!’ 

With his phone gone, Shane felt like he had no other choice but to walk further in. 

Like the exterior, the place was lit with red LED’s. The air smelled like smoke and other substances that certainly weren’t permitted but Shane switched that side of his brain off, he wasn’t here on duty. 

The deeper he got, the more people seemed to be wearing less. He was already hot himself, so he didn’t blame them. 

But it wasn’t until he pulled the curtain back to properly enter the club that it suddenly clicked for him. 

The first thing that he noticed was how big the space was, there were multiple hallways leading off to different spaces, but the main area was packed with people so much so that they were crammed against each other, sweaty bodies dancing, kissing and touching. 

There were booths, a big bar at the back and a multitude of tables. 

But what caught his attention the most was the big cage that commanded the centre of the room, even more alarmingly, the two very naked people inside of said cage which was surrounded by interested onlookers. 

Shane watched with a little bit of concern but most compellingly, intrigue. 

It was a man and a woman, the larger man was tied down to some table with arms and legs restricted, his face down and ass in the air. 

Shane wasn’t close enough to get a good look, but he could see and faintly hear as the pretty girl dressed in leather struck down a whip against the bare skin.  

He was in a sex club, Ilya owned a sex club. 

Shane wasn’t a prude by any stretch of the imagination, but it was the first time he had experienced something as intense as this. 

In fact, the more he looked around, the more he started to notice. He saw two men, the larger of the two was being lead across the floor in nothing but tight shorts, a gimp mask, collar and leash. 

It was suddenly everywhere he looked. 

Shane decided to draw his attention to the floor, unsure of the etiquette but he figured it would be rude to stare. 

As much as something in his head was urging him to explore further, he knew he wasn’t here for that. He wasn’t sure how to locate Ilya with the place so busy, but he thought the bar would be a good place to start. 

So, he cautiously made his way through the sea of half-naked bodies. There was a bead of sweat on his forehead, and he could already feel his shirt cling uncomfortably against his skin so as he walked, he undid the top two buttons of his shirt. 

He thought it would help him look slightly more casual also. 

Shane was almost at the bar when a gentle hand on his shoulder caught his attention. It was a man, a tad shorter than him with messy blonde hair and piercings. 

He was cute, androgenous. 

‘Would you like to dance?’ He shouted over the music. There was no pushing or pressuring in his tone, just a simple question. 

One thing Shane had observed was how nice everybody had been to him so far. 

But he still politely declined with a soft shake of his head. ‘I’m just getting a drink.’ He motioned over towards the bar, the shorter man just smiled back in understanding. 

He waited in line and now stood stationary, there were a lot more eyes curiously glancing his way. Shane was starting to have regrets about his outfit because he recognised that he stuck out like a sore thumb. 

Once he got to the front, he grabbed the attention of the closest bar tender. 

The girl was beautiful, tight curls and big eyes. ‘What can I get you?’ She asked, her Russian accent was just as prominent as Ilya’s, even over the music. 

‘I was wondering if you could tell me if Ilya was here today?’ The question made her eyes snap up. 

‘It depends on whose asking.’ She spoke with an edge of defensiveness, eyes flicking down to Shane’s shirt, like she knew he wasn’t just a typical customer. 

‘Shane.’ He introduced, hoping to come across as casual. ‘If you just tell him Hollander is here, he’ll know.’ 

At least he hoped Rozanov would know, maybe he wasn’t as memorable as he thought. He felt a little sour at the realisation the man that had taken over his entire life might not even remember him. 

Her lips curled. ‘He doesn’t speak to cops.’ 

So, it was obvious. Shane hung his head slightly in defeat. 

‘Listen…’ He didn’t even try to deny her comment. ‘Could you at least tell him I’m here? Please?’ 

She did another double take before sucking on her teeth with a shrug. ‘Maybe.’ 

Shane managed a small smile, but he knew it was unlikely that she was going to help, the police weren’t spoke highly on in places like this. ‘Thank you anyway.’ 

He made his way back through the people waiting at the bar when he spotted a free table from across the room. 

As much as he knew that she wasn’t going to get Ilya, he figured there was no harm in waiting just in case. 

Shane took a seat, hands clasped on the table as he observed the room. 

He had a clearer view of the cage from here and the performance had since been overtaken by two men. 

It was like he couldn’t take his eyes away as the smaller of the two started to crawl towards the larger man’s seated form, his legs parted, inviting the other in. 

It seemed scarily intimate as the man on the floor started to rub his face into the other’s crotch, his plump lips sporting a content smile.

Shane wanted to look away, but he felt himself drawn towards the scene. 

The gentle moment quickly took a turn as the man on the chair grabbed the other by a fistful of hair before landing a sharp smack to his cheek, causing Shane to sit up a little straighter.

But the shorter man didn’t stop smiling. 

He was smacked maybe three more times before he was praised with a gentle kiss to the lips. The crowd was loving it, drinking in the performance. 

And Shane found himself enjoying too. He was so enthralled that he didn’t notice the presence slip into the seat beside him. 

‘Are you enjoying yourself?’ The voice caused him to freeze. 

Shane took his eyes away from the cage to look towards Rozanov who was dressed down in a white tank top and dark trousers. 

His big arms were completely on display, not that Shane was looking at them, of course. 

Ilya’s lips twitched as he leant back in his seat. ‘Are you here to ask more questions, detective?’ 

Shane’s eyes slowly drifted up to Ilya’s face where his lip was healing nicely, and the bruise looked practically gone in the warped lighting. 

‘No.’ He answered back honestly. He felt slightly out of his depth now he was inside Rozanov’s territory. 

‘Then what can I help you with?’ Ilya drawled, clearly entertained by Shane’s not so obvious staring. 

Shane wasn’t sure if it was the fact he was slightly turned on from watching the cage performance or if there was something in the air because his brain wasn’t thinking rationally as he switched his attention back to Ilya’s arms. 

‘Could we go somewhere quieter?’ The real reason was he wanted somewhere he could think clearly.

Ilya’s eyes trailed down his body shamelessly, just like he did in interrogation. ‘If you wanted alone time with me, you could’ve just asked.’ 

Shane masked the heat in his cheeks with a roll of his eyes. ‘I don’t have all night.’ 

Ilya relented with a slight smirk before standing up. ‘Follow me.’ 

Rozanov led them through the club, Shane stuck close behind like a lost puppy. If he thought people were looking at him before, it was nothing compared to the attention he was receiving now. 

Apparently walking with Ilya was a big deal here.

They trailed off down one of the many hallways, the music seemed to dull the further they got. The lighting was dim, the walls covered in graffiti and honestly, Shane should’ve felt more alarmed than he did because Rozanov could’ve been taking him anywhere.

But he felt somewhat safe behind Ilya.

Rozanov lead them into an office, Shane presumed this is where he hid himself away from the rest of the club.

It was nice, lit by only a few lamps with a desk and some couches. the whole space feeling far quieter than the chaos down the hall even if the soft thrum of bass could still be heard.

Once they got inside, Ilya walked towards the large oak desk and pulled out a cigarette from the packet that was lying dormant on the wood.

‘Entertain me,’ he hummed, slipping the cigarette between his lips as he turned to face Shane, leaning back casually against the desk. 

‘I’m building a case.’ Shane replied, still stood by the door. Ilya hummed along, bringing a lighter to the end of his cigarette.  ‘Against the precinct, for police brutality.’ 

Ilya chuckled, like the idea was amusing. ‘I’m serious.’ Shane fired back, flicking his attention to Rozanov’s face.

‘I’m sure you are.’ Ilya entertained, eyes trailing over Shane as he took a drag. ‘So, why are you here?’ 

Shane bit the inside of his cheek. ‘For a statement.’ 

That drew Ilya back instantly with a shake of his head. ‘No.’ 

He wasn’t surprised at all by the reaction. ‘Just, listen.’ Shane interjected quickly, Ilya seemed receptive enough to at least hear him out, so he continued. ‘From what I’ve seen, there are already five reports buried in our files from people claiming physical abuse by officers.’

‘Oh dear.’ Ilya responded sarcastically, his body language was withdrawn as he blew out some smoke. 

‘Shut up.’ Shane bit back with a glare which only amused Ilya further, he knew he wasn’t abiding by the book right now, but Rozanov had some weird way of getting under his skin. ‘It means somebody is covering it up.’ 

‘And this is my problem, because?’ Ilya was speaking from around the cigarette pursed between his lips. 

‘Because it’s illegal.’ Shane emphasised, throwing his hands up in exasperation.

‘Sweetheart.’ There it was again, that name that left Shane feeling warm. Ilya plucked the cigarette from his mouth and held it between two fingers. ‘Do you know what I do for a job?’ 

Shane huffed out in frustration because Ilya wasn’t getting it. ‘Yes, but-‘ 

‘Ah, yes, you do.’ Ilya cut in, he almost sounded bored. ‘So, you know why this doesn’t concern me.’ 

It felt as though Shane was talking to a brick wall but some part of him understood that Ilya didn’t trust cops and after what had happened, Shane didn’t blame him one bit. 

‘Just because you do- whatever’ Shane didn’t go into specfics about the other’s job which made Ilya smirk. ‘You still can’t be treated like that.’ 

Ilya shrugged. ‘Doesn’t bother me.’ He replied very honestly, he had dealt with much worse. 

Shane stepped a little closer into the room, the nonchalant responses were starting to get under his skin. ‘But it isn’t just about you, Rozanov.’ He fired back. ‘There are other people out there- other people that have tried to speak up.’ He frowned to himself, shaking his head. ‘It’s my job to protect them.’ 

That seemed to catch Ilya’s attention. ‘You do not get to come into my club and tell me how I should feel.’ His words sounded calm, but his eyes held a hard stare. ‘Go speak to them if you’re so desperate to play hero.’ 

‘Ilya-‘ He had resorted to pleading, if he could just get Rozanov to see his side then maybe-

‘No.’ Ilya responded firmly. His tone was final, no way of wavering his decision. Then, with another quick drag of his cigarette he finally admitted the truth. ‘I have people to protect too.’ 

There was a moment where the two simply locked eyes from across the room, Shane could only hope Ilya was reconsidering. 

‘Goodnight, detective.’ Ilya finally dismissed, flicking the ash into a nearby glass tray.

Shane softly exhaled before he turned himself back towards the door in defeat, but his hand stalled on the knob, having one final question on his mind. 

‘Why did you speak to me?’ He asked quietly, the question had been gnawing at him ever since that day.

There was a pause, Shane kept his back turned. He almost thought the other man wasn’t going to respond.

‘Because you treated me like a human.’ Ilya said simply, stumping out his cigarette as he blew out the last bit of smoke. 

Shane slowly turned his body back towards the other. ‘Not because you thought I was weak?’ 

Their eyes met again. 

‘No.’ Ilya replied honestly, the room felt charged with a different sort of energy. ‘I don’t think you’re weak at all, detective.’ 

For some reason, Shane was holding his breath as Ilya slowly started to approach him. The closer he got, the more Shane could smell cigarettes and his sandalwood cologne. 

He wanted to consume himself in the scent. 

Shane started to walk backwards as Ilya continued to stalk forward, he only stopped because his back hit the door with a gentle thud. 

‘Tell me to stop.’ Ilya said quietly, his fingers ghosting curiously over the buttons of Shane’s shirt.

The decision came impulsively as Shane shook his head. ‘No.’

That single word was all Ilya needed. His hand twisted in the front of Shane’s white shirt, dragging him forward until inches remained between them.

‘Would you like to know what I really think?’ Ilya coaxed, Shane could smell the cigarettes on the other man’s breath as he slowly nodded. ‘I think…’ Ilya’s gaze flickered towards Shane’s lips. ‘That you are in a job that you are far too good for.’ 

Shane didn’t respond, too hellbent on surging forwards to close the distance. 

Their lips met in a searing kiss, teeth clashing as both men grabbed the other impossibly closer. Shane moaned into it, hands grabbing Ilya by the strong biceps. 

In the back of his mind, he knew this was wrong but that was only urging him on more, his own personal ‘fuck you’ to the precinct that had treated him so poorly. 

Ilya was a good kisser, taking control with practiced ease as he slipped his tongue inside. Shane sucked around the intrusion with a satisfied hum. 

When their lips finally parted, they were both breathing heavily with their lips slick with spit. 

‘I won’t be nice to you, detective.’ Ilya admits, taking his thumb to smear the spit on Shane’s lower lip against his cheek. ‘I’m not going to take care of you.’ 

Shane’s eyes flashed with challenge. He didn’t want softness, he had spent far too long being trapped beneath that word.  

‘Do your fucking worst, Rozanov.’ He shot back, their gazes met as though they had both met their match. 

That was all the permission Ilya needed before he crashed their lips together once more, tugging Shane’s body towards the large leather couch. 

It was so wrong, two opposite ends of the system. But the deeper Shane fell into it, the more he realised he wasn’t as different from the man holding him as he wanted to believe.  

He felt large hands grip his ass, squeezing down roughly over his jeans. ‘Take these off.’ Ilya spoke impatiently between kisses. 

Shane complied before his brain even had a chance to catch up, his hands moving on autopilot to hastily undo his jeans as per Ilya’s request. 

Ilya watched in amusement as Shane broke apart to kick off his shoes so he could slide the jeans down his legs, boxers still on but through the fabric there was a noticeable bulge. Once Shane was done, his arms fell to his sides.

Eyes watching Ilya with natural obedience. 

‘What’s this, hm? Hard already?’ Ilya taunted, one hand moving to grip Shane’s jaw, holding his head back as the other grabbed hold of Shane’s clothed cock, squeezing teasingly. 

‘Wow, wow.’ Ilya purred, drinking in the breathy sigh from Shane’s lips at the sudden attention to his dick. ‘This feels very impressive, officer.’ 

‘Shut up.’ Shane gritted, hips daring to twitch every time Rozanov squeezed down. He was bigger than average, his size was something he had always been proud of. But the way Ilya was feeling it as though it was some pretty accessory was making his head spin. 

‘Do you top, sweetheart?’ Ilya asked curiously, tracing the outline of Shane’s cock with his fingers as his lips curled upwards. ‘Or fuck girls?’ 

Shane wasn’t sure what Ilya was getting at, but he nodded his head, protecting his pride. ‘I’ve done both.’  

‘Do you like it?’ Ilya continued to coax, Shane was twitching in his hand with a patch of dampness forming where the tip of his cock was pressing against the fabric. 

Shane didn’t mind topping, like most men he enjoyed a tight heat he could sink into. It did feel good. What Shane didn’t like the expectation that it would be him every time just because he had a big dick. 

‘Yeah.’ Shane didn’t voice his real thoughts. He guessed Ilya wanted to hear he was a hardcore bottom so he could make fun of him, but Shane wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction, even if he did have the preference to be fucked. ‘I do.’ 

But Ilya seemed scarily pleased with his answer.

In a firm hold, he lightly shook Shane’s head side to side mockingly, hand still toying with his cock through the fabric. ‘Are you good at it?’ 

‘Is this twenty fucking questions?’ Shane snapped back, he just wanted Ilya do something, but the other man’s smirk only grew, like he wanted this reaction. ‘Yes, obviously, okay? So just-‘ 

Shane didn’t have time to respond because the grip to his jaw was dropped and replaced with a resounding smack to his cheek, his head snapping to the side as Ilya’s hand made impact.

It wasn’t enough to truly hurt, only stun. 

Shane’s ears were ringing, hand coming up to instinctively hold his cheek. But Ilya was quick to squeeze his cock again, causing Shane’s body to draw forward with an airy moan. 

‘Look at me, detective.’ Ilya purred, watching as the other tried so desperately to claw out of the daze he was just smacked into. 

Shane barely processed the command before a sharp sting shot across his scalp. Ilya’s fist tightened in his hair, forcing their eyes to meet.

With a wince, Shane’s eyes met Ilya’s. ‘If you even think to answer me with that sort of attitude again, I’ll do much worse than slap you. Are we clear, officer?’ Ilya sneered lowly. 

He spat the titles out like venom. 

Shane dumbly nodded in the strong hold. Then, like a mirror image from the first time they met, Ilya leant in close, soft breath hitting warm skin. ‘Good boy.’ He taunted softly, patting Shane’s cheek with mocking affection. 

Shane instinctively leaned into the touch. The reaction clearly amused Ilya, because for a brief moment his thumb brushed across Shane’s skin, almost soothing despite the cruel amusement in his eyes.

The softness vanished quickly.

Ilya suddenly shoved him backwards, sending Shane forcibly onto the couch. ‘Boxers off.’ He hummed casually. 

Shane stared at him in disbelief as Ilya turned his back and wandered toward the other side of the room, pouring himself a drink like he had all the time in the world. The complete lack of urgency somehow made the command feel even more overwhelming, especially since Ilya was still fully clothed. 

‘Are you going to take your shirt off at least?’ Shane questioned, watching the other man fill his glass with a single ice cube and vodka.

Ilya shrugged. ‘Maybe.’ He took a sip, turning back towards Shane. ‘Maybe not, who knows.’  

The scoff that left Shane’s lips was involuntary, he still hadn’t obeyed Ilya’s request. ‘I’m getting bored, Shane.’ Ilya remarked with a sigh from around the glass. ‘There’s a lot of pretty girls out there, maybe I have fun with one of them instead.’ 

‘Fuck you.’ Shane snapped back before he could stop himself. There was a sharp twist in his stomach that felt dangerously close to jealousy. 

In one motion, Shane hooked his fingers under the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down, his hard cock smacking up proudly as he tossed the fabric down on the floor. 

Now, he had Ilya’s full attention. 

‘Better.’ Ilya purred, slowly stalking forwards with glass still in hands. ‘You’re very pretty, detective.’ 

Under the spotlight of Ilya’s gaze, he felt shameless as he wrapped a hand around his cock.  The contact felt delicious as he slowly started to stroke himself, his lips parted in a soft breath.

His mind was reeling with the knowledge that Ilya Rozanov thought he was pretty. 

‘Wait here.’ Ilya suddenly broke the immersion, causing Shane to still his movements as he sat up. 

‘What?’ He questioned back, watching as Ilya walked towards the door. ‘Where are you going?’ 

Ilya chuckled, like he knew something Shane didn’t. ‘Don’t be needy.’ He taunted, glancing back over his shoulder to look at the pathetic display on his couch. 

‘I’ll be back, sweetheart. Keep touching yourself for me.’ His eyes dragged deliberately over Shane before a smug grin tugged at his lips.

With that final glance, he left the room. 

‘Asshole.’ Shane muttered to himself, suddenly feeling incredibly exposed in such an open room. It didn’t even sound like Ilya locked the door, anybody could’ve walked in. 

But for some reason, Shane was sat waiting pliantly. 

He glanced down at himself, naked from the waist down and with a slight feeling of shame, he started to stroke himself again. 

Just like Ilya had asked. 

He let out a soft moan as he worked his hand against his cock with languid strokes, this certainly felt like rock bottom, but he couldn’t bring himself to care when the friction felt so good. 

His eyes fluttered shut as he sank himself further into the couch, his movements were lazy, in no rush to face the outside world again. 

Before he knew it, he heard the soft click of the door opening again. His eyes slowly peeled to see Ilya staring right back at him with intensity. 

‘What have you got?’ Shane asked curiously, Ilya didn’t return empty handed. 

Ilya’s gaze didn’t waver. ‘Keep going.’ He encouraged, flicking his attention down to Shane’s stilled hand, ignoring his question. 

Shane watched with a bated breath as Ilya started to move forwards, in one hand he still had the glass but there were two other things he was holding as well. 

He started to move his hand again as Ilya drew closer. 

‘I can’t believe I have a police detective masturbating on my couch.’ He chuckled to himself, Shane felt his body grow hot at the reminder of his rank. 

‘Shut up.’ Shane sniped back. 

Ilya took a seat, with his back resting against the arm of the couch, legs stretched across the leather. He placed the glass on the table behind him and then, he patted his lap. ‘Come here.’ 

Shane, like a dog to a bone moved in an instant, crawling on top of Ilya’s body so he was resting between the other’s legs, situating himself so his back was pressed against Rozanov’s chest, he felt strong arms wrap around him and Ilya lifted one hand, holding his palm out expectantly in front of Shane. 

‘Spit.’ He hummed, satisfised to see Shane obey so perfectly as the pliant man spat down onto the skin. 

Then, Ilya took hold of his cock.

‘Fuck.’ Shane breathed out, face turning to hide against Ilya’s shirt. The moment felt too tender to be real as Ilya slowly started to work his hand against the length, lips to the top of Shane’s head. 

He knew the other man was up to something.

‘Does that feel good?’ He asked gently, far too softly for somebody like Ilya. In the back of Shane’s mind, he knew he was walking into a trap, but it just felt so nice. 

‘Yes.’ Shane quietly replied, his softer voice contrasted the sound of a bottle snapping open. 

His gaze flicked towards the bottle of lube that Ilya was holding. ‘What are you-‘

He was cut off by a soft shush as Ilya started to drizzle the substance down onto Shane’s cock, hand still gliding against the length as he coated it in lube. 

The sudden coldness made Shane jerk a little. ‘Ilya-‘ 

Ilya was pouring more and more, until his lower body was practically dripping in the wet fluid, seeping down past his balls, between his thighs and onto the couch beneath them. 

‘Wet like a fucking girl.’ Ilya sneered, pressing his lips to the side of the other’s head. He discarded the bottle once he was satisfised as he started to pick up the pace, the gentleness had dissipated as Shane flushed red.  

‘Shut up.’ Shane tried to fire back but there was no bite, the feeling of Ilya’s large hand against his lubed cock felt so fucking good. ‘Oh, fuck.’ 

Shane was slumped into the other man, listening to the lube squelch with each movement. It sounded obscene, that mixed in with his moans of pleasure.

‘Shall we see if you know how to use this big cock of yours, detective?’ Ilya taunted. Shane wasn’t entirely sure what he meant at first, until Ilya brought the toy into his line of vision.

A fleshlight.

It was maybe eight inches in length with a transparent pillowy texture on top and a tight looking hole right in the middle. 

‘What…’ Shane stared at it in bewilderment. ‘What do you want me to do with it?’ 

Ilya scoffed meanly into his ear. ‘Kiss it.’ He replied sarcastically, hand still slowly moving against him. ‘You’re going to fuck it for me, sweetheart.’ 

Shane’s ears were burning. ‘Ilya-‘ He choked out with a panicked laugh.

‘Don’t go shy on me, Shane.’ Ilya interjected, letting the other know he was completely serious. He looked down at Shane’s cock which was slicked with lube. ‘Be a good boy and fuck the toy for me.’ 

Humiliation suffocated Shane’s body like a thick blanket, but he couldn’t deny the strange side feeling of curiosity with a desire to be good.

‘Okay.’ He breathed out, mostly to himself to calm his beating heart. ‘Yeah, okay.’ 

Ilya rewarded him with another kiss to the head. ‘You tell me to stop, and I will stop.’ The deep rumble of his voice seemed to settle Shane’s mind as Ilya broke character for a mere second. 

Shane then had the realisation that Ilya was checking up on him. 

With that quick comfort, Shane nodded his head with full permission for Ilya to take him apart. 

Ilya leant his head down, chasing Shane’s face so their lips could meet in a kiss full of passion, it was quickly broken with a moan as Ilya replaced his hand with the toy, sinking it down onto Shane’s cock in one motion. 

‘Ilya.’ Shane whimpered, it was the first time he had properly moaned out the other’s name and Ilya was losing it, he wanted to hear his name from the pretty detectives’ lips over and over again. 

The toy was so fucking tight, wrapping perfectly around his cock as it slid down with ease due to the sheer amount of lube.

Ilya’s eyes never left Shane. 

‘Stay focused, sweetheart.’ Ilya said quietly as Shane went lax in his hold, once the toy was all the way down, he stilled. 

Shane’s big brown eyes were staring right back at him, and it was only then that Ilya realised he was waiting for permission.  ‘Such a dumb pretty boy.’ He mocked, watching the blush rise against the freckles on Shane’s cheeks. 

Ilya didn’t think he could find someone he considered an enemy to be so cute.

‘Fuck it.’ Ilya lips curled meanly, holding the toy down against Shane’s cock whilst his free hand went back to grab the glass of vodka that had been waiting idly. 

Ilya casually took a sip as Shane gave an experimental roll of his hips into the toy, his lips parting in a breathy moan. 

‘You start off gentle, how sweet.’ Ilya was enjoying the performance in his arms. ‘Does she feel good, detective?’ 

Shane’s body was burning, his entire body scorched with embarrassment, but he couldn’t stop thrusting his hard cock into the toy. 

It was squeezing around him, the lube squelching with each movement and somehow, Ilya fucking Rozanov humanising the stupid toy in his hand was only turning him on more. 

Shane’s head was lolled into Ilya’s neck as he continued to work his hips upwards, his cock sliding out and sinking right back into the plastic hole sloppily. ‘Yes.’ 

‘You’re being quite selfish.’ Ilya tutted, taking another sip of his drink. Shane was starting to get lost in the pleasure, cock twitching inside the toy as he filled it out. ‘Is this really how you fuck, Shane?’ 

The angle was difficult, it was physically impossible to fuck it properly, Ilya knew that too. 

Another pathetic moan left his lips as Ilya put some more pressure onto the toy, holding it down. ‘Big useless fucking cock, what a waste.’ Ilya was relentless. ‘Just using her to get yourself off’. 

Shane shook his head, silently trying to plead that this isn’t how he usually performs, he’s usually so good, the best, his partners always-

‘Fuck her properly.’ Ilya sneered, helping Shane out as he started to move the toy against his cock. ‘Instead of whimpering into my neck like a slut.’ 

Shane squeezed his eyes shut with a soft whine as he desperately tried to find some sort of rhythm with his erratic movements. Ilya was practically fucking the toy onto his cock for him, all Shane contributed was pathetic bucks of the hips to try as he tried to chase the heat. 

‘Ilya.’ He whined, his legs were suddenly caught under Ilya’s, spread wide and held down with a strong weight.

He felt the toy sink all the way down, eyes shooting open and his hips stuttering. ‘I can’t-‘ 

‘You can’t, what?’ Ilya mocked, watching Shane desperately try to buck his hips up into the toy that was now stationary.

Shane tilted his head upwards to look at Ilya, eyes glassy. ‘Please.’ He couldn’t move, not with the weight of Ilya’s legs holding his lower half down. 

‘You think you deserve it?’ Ilya frowned, his tone condescending but Shane was far too gone to notice as he nodded desperately. 

Ilya slowly started to roll the toy down his cock again, causing Shane to twitch. It was that slow it was fucking torturous. 

‘Please.’ He had been reduced to begging. ‘I’ll be good-I’ll fuck her good, I promise.’ 

The curl of Ilya’s lips was downright mean. 

Then, ever so casually like he didn’t have Shane writhing around in his arms, he took another sip of his drink. 

The detectives’ lips were parted which gave Ilya the perfect opportunity to lean down, spitting the vodka directly into Shane’s open mouth. 

And Shane swallowed, instantly. 

His face scrunched as the liquor burned down his throat, the harsh bite of alcohol lingering.

‘Good boy.’ Ilya purred, rewarding the other with a kiss and a release of his legs, Shane chased his mouth as Ilya pulled back. ‘Bend over for me, keep the toy on.’ 

Shane felt like he was sinking, all he could focus on were Ilya’s commands. 

His body felt heavy as he sat up on his knees, fleshlight still wrapped around his cock. Then as requested of him, he bent over so his ass was in full display of Ilya’s face, the toy pressed between the couch. 

Ilya set his drink down and watched as Shane slowly started to fuck the fleshlight again, it was at an easier angle for him since he could thrust down towards the couch. 

‘There you go, sweetheart.’ He hummed, listening to his gentle moans. ‘That’s it, spread your legs wider whilst you fuck her, good boy’. 

The praise made Shane’s body feel warm, he was being good. 

He heard Ilya move behind him, but he was too focused on the toy wrapped around his cock to fully comprehend. 

‘Tell me how she feels.’ Ilya was watching him intensely, his own cock straining hard in his pants. 

But this wasn’t about him, not tonight. 

‘Good.’ Shane murmured dumbly, cheek down into the leather.  ‘So good.’ His pace started to pick up as he found an angle he liked, driving his hips forward. 

‘Aren’t you going to thank me, detective?’ Ilya taunted casually, watching Shane abuse the poor toy. The contrast between them was laughable. ‘I think I’ve been more than generous tonight.’ 

Shane had his eyes rolled back, lips parted. He could still taste the vodka on his lips. ‘Thank you.’ It was a pathetic sight, Ilya felt a surge of smugness that he had reduced an officer of the law to this. ‘Thank you so much, Ilya.’ 

‘You’re welcome, sweetheart.’ He landed a playful slap to Shane’s ass, causing the other’s hips to stutter. ‘Just a big cock with no idea how to use it, hm?’ 

‘Yes.’ He whined softly, he wanted the man closer. ‘Need you to help me.’

‘I know.’ Ilya hummed back, positioning himself behind Shane as his hands came up to squeeze Shane’s ass, he then pulled the other’s cheeks apart to reveal his hole that was glistening with lube. 

Ilya couldn’t help himself as he circled a finger around the wet rim. 

‘Who knew a cop would be this fuckin’ easy, hm?’ He eased the tip of his finger in, watching as Shane had the turmoil of not knowing if he should push back or thrust forwards. 

How cute. 

‘Didn’t take much did it, Shane?’ He had one hand on the detectives back as his finger slowly slid in, greedily sucked inside. 

Shane couldn’t fucking breathe, his entire body layered with a thin sheen of sweat. ‘I’m not-‘

‘Yes, you are.’ Ilya taunted back, thrusting a single digit into the tight heat. ‘I should record this and send it to your little precinct.’ 

Shane shook his head in weak protest, the feeling of Ilya stretching him out alongside his cock sliding into the fleshlight was maddening. ‘Please.’ 

If Ilya did something like that, his career that he had worked so hard for would be over. But right now, Shane didn’t care. He had been reduced to another plaything for Ilya to mess around with. 

‘You beg pretty.’ Ilya continued to mock, sliding a second finger into Shane. ‘I knew you would.’ 

The comment stuck out because it was as though Ilya knew this would happen, he saw it right from the fucking start.

This was Ilya’s game and Shane was losing, badly. 

‘Wanted to fuck you in that interrogation room.’ Ilya admitted, his two fingers stretching Shane’s hole as he pumped them inside. ‘I’d have you right in front of that window, taking my cock.’ Ilya glanced down to watch his fingers disappear, Shane was desperately pushing back on him. ‘How many people were behind the wall?’ 

‘Three.’ Shane sniffled, body burning with shame. 

‘All three of them could watch whilst I corrupt their pretty little detective.’ Ilya sneered, fucking his fingers into Shane. ‘I’ll make you my bitch.’ 

Shane should argue back, he was a smart man with a fucking degree but, his brain was like static. He didn’t even realise he was nodding along to Ilya’s words, lips moving on his own accord as he got lost in the scene. ‘I’ll do whatever you want.’ 

Ilya’s lips twitched. ‘I’d be careful saying that, baby.’ 

Baby, Ilya’s baby. That sounded too nice. 

Ilya curled his fingers expertly, grazing against the one spot that had Shane moaning, loud. Shane was erratically thrusting forwards, ass in the air.

He looked a fucking mess, not knowing what to do with his body. ‘There, please, Ilya- sir.’ The name caused Ilya’s head to snap up.

‘What was that?’ He had to hear it again, but he quickly realised Shane hadn’t caught onto his slip up. 

‘Ilya.’ He begged, eyes stinging as he tried to press himself back, but Ilya was purposefully missing the spot. 

‘No’ Ilya grinned back. ‘What did you just call me?’ 

It dawned on Shane all too quickly, his body froze for a second. ‘I didn’t-‘ 

‘Yes, you did.’ Ilya was quick to fire back. ‘Say it again.’ 

Shane had already gone past the point of no return, his ears were ringing in his head. He shouldn’t be addressing Ilya as though he was a superior officer. 

But Shane also shouldn’t be ass up, balls deep in a fleshlight with one of the most wanted men in America behind him. 

‘Sir.’ He tested the word and was quickly rewarded as Ilya started to fuck his two fingers into him again, his hole clenching around the intrusion. ‘Sir, please.’ 

Ilya felt like a fucking god. Shane was pushing back against him, hard cock pressed against the couch. 

He looked a mess. 

‘Good fucking boy.’ Ilya grunted, landing a harsh smack to Shane’s ass. ‘Keep fucking her for me, sweetheart. You can finish in her if you’re good.’ 

Shane could do nothing but obey, he started to piston his hips forward, warmth pooling in his lower belly as he fucked the toy erratically, sweat beading down his forehead. 

Then, Ilya pressed his fingers against his prostate. 

‘Oh my god.’ He cried, head against the leather as his body rocked forwards. ‘Please, please.’ 

Ilya couldn’t see, but it sounded like Shane was crying. 

He continued to focus on that one spot that had Shane writhing. Ilya could tell he was close from how relentlessly he was thrusting himself into the toy. 

It felt too much, Shane felt like he was sinking. He could taste the saltiness of his tears as the warmth spready across his entire body, since when was he crying?

‘Ilya-sir.’  He was too far gone to remember the rules, body screaming for release. ‘Please- please let me cum in her, please-‘ 

Ilya thought about being cruel, but Shane had given so much of himself tonight. ‘Go on, sweetheart. Cum for me.’ 

It didn’t take much, Shane’s entire body spasmed as he came inside the toy with a cry of Ilya’s name on his lips. His hips stuttered as he filled the fleshlight with his cum, he felt as though he was under water, drifting further and further away.

He didn’t fully comprehend when his body was gently laid back against a strong chest, toy ever so gently being removed from his spent cock.

‘Good boy.’ He heard faintly, his eyes half lidded, and cheeks stained with tears. ‘So good for me, Shane.’ 

The praise made him smile as he sank into soft skin. 

Ilya held Shane the entire time, hands carding through his hair. He would pepper a soft kiss to his head every now and then. ‘How are you feeling, sweetheart?’ He asked once Shane started to move a little more.

Words felt heavy on his tongue. ‘Good.’ Shane murmured back, nuzzling more into Ilya’s neck. ‘Fucking great.’ 

Shane had never given up control like that, probably because he had spent his entire life trying too hard to prove himself to others. 

But it felt nice to put the trust in someone else’s hands for the night, to let Ilya do the thinking for him. 

They stayed on the couch until Shane came back to himself, once he did, he couldn’t help but feel slightly embarrassed that he had let himself go as much as he did. 

In front of Ilya Rozanov of all people. 

But what scared him just a little was how natural it felt, it made him think that maybe if they weren’t from different worlds that you could say they had something close to chemistry. 

It suddenly dawned on him that he hadn’t given Ilya anything back. Ilya was still fully fucking dressed.

He felt tired, body a little sore and his head still cloudy. But he wasn’t a selfish man so, he slowly started to crawl down towards Ilya’s crotch. 

‘What are you doing?’ Ilya’s voice stilled his movements. 

Shane glanced up, trying to put on a smile to mask his tired body. ‘Making you finish.’ 

Ilya gently shook his head. ‘No.’ he said as he softly pulled Shane back up to rest on his chest.

Shane frowned, had he been too much? 

‘You’ve done enough for me.’ Ilya soothed his thoughts in an instant. ‘Maybe next time, hm?’ 

Shane opened his mouth to say that there couldn’t be a next time, but their time was cut short with a knock to the door, causing Shane’s head to snap up in panic. 

‘It’s okay.’ Ilya pressed an oddly intimate kiss to his lips. ‘Get yourself changed.’ 

Shane didn’t want to pull away from Ilya’s body, but he forced himself, hastily throwing his clothes back on, wincing at the feeling of lube still on his skin as Ilya went to the door. 

It was vivid reminder of what he had just done.

Ilya checked Shane was decent before opening. 

‘What?’ He said a little bluntly, it was sort of nice to know that Ilya was also annoyed by the interruption. 

Shane couldn’t see who was at the door. 

‘We need you upstairs.’ Another voice spoke back, he watched Ilya roll his eyes. ‘Just give me ten minutes.’ 

With that, the door closed again. 

‘I need to go.’ He said, tone slightly regretful as Shane finished up doing the buttons on his shirt. 

Shane nodded in understanding. ‘Yeah…’ He cleared his throat. ‘No problem.’ 

Wherever Ilya needed to go, Shane was happy to stay in the dark not knowing. 

‘I had fun.’ Ilya crossed his arms over his chest, it was almost as though he was stalling for more time. 

It was quite sweet. 

Shane managed a small smile back. ‘Me too.’ He replied honestly. He hadn’t felt peace like that in a long time. ‘You’ll let me know if you change your mind about the statement?’ 

That made Ilya chuckle. ‘I won’t. But, sure.’ 

He had expected that answer. ‘You won’t…’ Shane felt a little awkward. ‘You won’t tell anybody about this?’ 

Shane had a lot on the line here, and maybe it was naive to put his trust into Ilya. 

But the other shook his head. ‘I won’t.’ His voice was sincere enough.

Shane nodded back, ruffling his hair to calm it down before he walked towards the door, Ilya stood to the side to let him slip past. 

There was a moment where they looked at each other and deep down, they both knew that they wanted to lean in for a kiss. 

But they knew that they couldn’t. Tonight was already enough, a greedy slip up of self-indulgence that they both enjoyed.

But, it couldn’t happen again.

‘Goodnight, detective.’ Ilya says gently. 

Shane met his eyes for the last time. ‘Goodnight Rozanov.’