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    Following an afternoon of sex and tuna melts, Shane goes searching for the explicit rules of what being 'friends with benefits' entails. In his humble opinion, they're nailing it.

    Once friendship is on the table, Shane reconsiders the usefulness and immutability of the public rivalry narrative. Surely the NHL can make just as much money from a bromance as it can from a rivalry?

    A missed call from J.J., a dinner at All-Stars, and an ill-considered mad dash to the airport send Shane's season in a very different direction to the disciplined three-peat he'd been planning back in October.


    "This rivalry thing: it was everyone else who said we hated each other off the ice. There’s no rule that says we have to keep doing that forever.” Shane stared outside, past the blinding billboards and down at the streets below. “It was nice. Hanging out, last time.”

    He knew what it looked like when Rozanov shut down, when he closed himself off and pushed the world away. He’d finish the conversation abruptly, curt, clipped, and retreat. So Shane knew he’d won when Rozanov finally answered with: “Are we six years old, Hollander? Asking if I want to play in sandbox with you?"

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    22 Sep 2026

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    The first sound Ilya hears is a thin, discordant symphony of beeps and whirs. Something vibrating. 

    The next thing he hears is…wet. A sort of shaking, gargling sound, that feels like the ugliest crying he’s ever heard. And through it, Shane’s voice. 

    “I’m with him now, mom. He’s— he’s not fine. He’s not. I know—”

    Ilya wants to ask who's not fine, but he can’t feel his own body, his mouth, enough to ask.

    “Yeah,” Shane is saying, only slightly calmer. “I know. He wasn’t breathing—"

    Ilya knows there's a link, between the clinical musicality of medical settings, Shane’s audible, awful distress, and his own physical incapacity. It’s just, it’s so tenuous, and the air around him is so thick, so heavy. It would be easy, to sleep, a little. 

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    Footage of the last game between Ottawa and Montreal is everywhere; it’s breached containment from the sports world, and now it seems like everyone is baying for Montreal’s blood. Except, Ilya is oblivious. Not exactly blissfully so, but as the fight for accountability within the league rages on without him, Ilya just wants someone, anyone, to tell him what happened.

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    13 Sep 2026

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    Something in Shane’s chest ignites. Fast. Hot. A balloon of burning pressure inflating behind his ribs. For a moment, Shane actually sees red.

    “Don’t worry,” Shane hears himself say, easy, almost pleasant. “It’s chicken. Not dog.”

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    01 Sep 2026

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    Ilya smiled down at Shane and his eyes gleamed with mischief. 

    "You know, Troy is just a few doors down. We could call him over, make it a little party." 

    Shane's eyes snapped open only to narrow again as he glared up at Ilya.

    “Would you like that?”

    “No, I wouldn’t,” Shane snarled. 

    But his face was screwed up in frustrated pleasure. Ilya hummed thoughtfully and pretended to consider. 

    “Perhaps we could make it a competition then.” 

    Shane made an irritated noise and turned his face away. Ilya leaned closer and let his teeth drag down the length of Shane's clenched jaw.

    "You want Troy to see how well you take it, or do you want to see if he's better at riding my cock than you are?" 

    He had been teasing him, pushing at the jealousy that usually made Shane squirm and glare and tell him to shut the fuck up while his traitorous cock twitched and throbbed at how much he secretly liked it. 

    So when Shane did squirm away from him, Ilya followed automatically, pressing their chests flush together. He thought Shane was playing.

    “Get the fuck off me,” Shane spat.
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    Shane safewords out of Ilya's teasing about Troy.

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    27 Aug 2026

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    “But you said you didn’t have a word for – for forcing someone into reproduction?”

    “No. Is different, but equivalent violation. Means, to force to sleep.”

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    Or, Dr. Ryland Grace has yet to confront the choices taken from him. Eridian norms, ironically enough, force the issue.

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    26 Aug 2026