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    “Words, Hollander. Tell me that you are helpful.”

    Shane clears his throat. “I-I’m helpful. When you need to come.”

    “молодец. Good boy,” Ilya breathes, starting to really move his hand now.

    He can physically see the moment the fog takes over Shane’s brain. The one that always comes over him when they’re hooking up or fucking. He watches Shane’s eyes go glassy and his mouth hang open, and his lips get wet and he knows he has him. Knows that Shane will do whatever he asks now. He loves when he’s like this. Fuck.

    “You are, aren’t you?” he asks. “My good boy?”

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    Shane is still learning that he doesn't have to be perfect in his own relationship. Ilya is still learning the rules of Shane's bad days. So when Shane tries to push him away after a crushing loss, it leads to a tense argument. But ten years of rivalry are no match for Shane’s tears; the second he starts to cry, Ilya folds like a house of cards.

    Or: Shane tries to starve himself as punishment for losing, Ilya tries to feed him, and it turns into a very soft night of pampering because Ilya is legally incapable of staying angry at a crying Shane.

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    “You like this don’t you?” Ilya mocks, “being my pretty puppy?”

    Shane whimpers and bites harder, moisture starting to gather on his waterline.

    “Yes.”

    The thought of being reduced, entirely reduced, to a messy, pretty, uncoordinated puppy, incapable of making his own decisions, sent sparks of pleasure down Shane’s spine, making his upper body sag into Ilya’s grasp. The melty feeling in his head was almost enough to numb the pressure that has started to build in his bladder. He distantly hears Ilya hum, his voice cutting through the gooeyness in his brain,

    “How about we start with some food?”

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    Shane wants to be Ilya's puppy. He also wants to pee.

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    Shane doesn't even have to look up to know that Ilya is grinning, a feral, vicious thing as he knots his fingers in Shane's hair and tugs, just hard enough for Shane to let out a whine. The dull ache reverberates down his nerves, as he opens his mouth and pants, sucking down lungful after lungful of Ilya's sweat and musk, salt straight from his skin as he noses at the hem of his shirt.

    “Is good, we won,” Ilya murmurs, stroking his hand through Shane's hair. “Have been wanting to show—have been wanting to give prize.” He pauses, and Shane knows his next words are going to be a cruel gift, a dagger of lust straight between his ribs. “And Hollander has been eager to show off, yes? Three goals,”—he whistles, low and mocking as Shane shifts at his feet, his ears burning as Ilya cups the back of his head, scratching blunt nails over his scalp—“is like he needed to prove how bad he wants.”

    OR: Ottawa wins the Stanley Cup. Everyone gets a reward.

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    Father Vinsmoke wills his heart to cease its racing. “You’re struggling with... with lust?”

    “Yes,” Father Roronoa sighs wistfully, his lips curving into a knowing grin; the firm call to his intention is obscured by the latticed divider as his own ache burgeons – relentless and without restraint. “Isn’t that a normal occurrence?”

    “Uh, yes. Of course,” Father Vinsmoke quips, reaching up to wipe away the sheen of sweat that settles on his forehead with quivering fingers. The implication is there; it’s overwhelming, it’s a honeyed truth that spreads across the stretch of his tongue, senses charred black. It’s a reward for his patience, for his resilience and might. Yet, he’s in need of something more tangible. He’s in need of certainty, something that cannot be misconstrued. “Are they someone that I’ve met before?”

    Though, Father Roronoa is insistent in the way that he chooses to keep him at length. “I’m not sure why that matters, Father.”

    "Watch ye and pray, lest ye enter into temptation. The spirit truly is ready, but the flesh is weak." - Mark 14:38

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