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    “No one else knows of these,” Ilya tells him, and there it is, that glint of possessiveness in Hollander’s eyes. It makes Ilya’s head reel. And it is why he doesn’t hesitate to say, “I could mark you just like that. If you want.”

    “Would last longer than bruises,” Ilya continues. “Maybe forever.”

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    15 Mar 2026

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    He crowds Shane into the hood of the car, hands up under his shirt and jacket again. October is getting cold; nights are getting colder. The places where Ilya is touching him are the only parts of Shane’s body that are warm right now. Maybe that’s why he wraps his arms around Ilya’s neck and clings to him, though he doesn’t necessarily surprise himself with it. They don’t even kiss for a moment. Ilya busies himself breathing into the crook of Shane’s neck, trying to regain control. Shane opens his eyes and gazes over Ilya’s shoulder at the dark field and realizes that an utterly foreign feeling has risen up in him. It’s Ilya’s broad shoulders and beautiful hair between Shane and the world and he feels—small. Protected.
    “Oh my God,” Shane whispers, completely ashamed of the feeling and hungry for it. It curls warm in his stomach. His toes arch inside his shoes. Something about being so close to this man, something about Ilya putting himself between Shane and—the world. Whatever lurks in the deep night. It’s a feeling like a ghost, something that Shane isn’t allowed to look directly at except for moments like these. Quiet and dark.

    Shane, Ilya, Vermont. Meeting in the middle.

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    13 Mar 2026

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    You're only as old as your minor antagonist makes you feel.

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    16 Feb 2026

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    “I can have anything?” he asks.

    And Shane, in his wisdom, hesitates, but only for a second. He strokes Ilya’s cheek, palm scratching against the stubble there, and says, “If it’s something within my ability, yes.”

    “Okay.” Ilya puts his chin on Shane’s chest. “It is an easy wish. I want to fuck you in my car.”

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    03 Feb 2026

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    “Tell me about your dream again,” Ilya says.

    It’s two in the fucking morning, and Shane’s body is already worked up from Ilya’s palm kneading his thigh, his lips brushing against Shane’s hipbone. Hasn’t even had his cock touched yet. He’s been hard for half an hour, and Ilya has done absolutely nothing to help him. Wine-tipsy and warm all over, Shane had let Ilya lay him on his back, stripping him slowly: t-shirt pushed to his armpits, Ilya’s mouth chasing the hem, pulling it over his head. Too slow for Shane’s liking, Ilya unzipped Shane’s pants, shimmying them down his thighs, tongue flat against the soft skin on the inside of his left thigh, leaving it wet. Ilya’s breath prickled cold, rippling through the rest of his body.

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    31 Jan 2026