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"Get undressed." Ilya said with a straight face and interesting look in his eyes.
"Fuck you! We didn't talk for 2 fucking months, you tripped me on the ice and then spit on the ground next to me. I know you're not one for making fans think the rivalry is over, but I'm sick of it. I'm sick of you." Shane starts whispering at the end of his mini speech.
Ilya's face was unreadable. He stared for a moment and then rolled his eyes, throwing a hand in his hair and pulling slightly, remembering how Shane's fingers felt tugging at his locks. He paced back and forth and cursed under his breath in Russian before walking to Shane and slowly lowering his body onto his knees. Perched on his knees, looking up at Shane with those beautiful hazel eyes.
"Please, oh god please Shane Hollander. Forgive me." He grabs at his calves, then thighs and reaches up to his hips. Grabbing onto anything he could, trying to show him how bad he needed his forgiveness.
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Heated rivalry, retold <3