Chapter:1/1Shane. You were the best thing in my life. I love you Always. Maybe from the first time I saw you. I am only thinking about you right now. Whatever happens, I am with you. Safe in your heart. I believe it.Hours later, on the balcony of the hotel room he shared with Zane Boodram, who he’d left to sit on one of the beds and cry to with his wife on the phone in private, Ilya Rozanov looked down at his instagram messages, exhaled a careless plume of cigarette smoke, and took another drag. Even drunk and chainsmoking, at his most morose and self destructive, he couldn’t quite muster the strength to delete them.Maybe that was because of the little voice in his head that said Shane Hollander had only followed him on Instagram to be tagged in a promotional post after they presented at the MLH awards all those years ago, so of course he would never read them. It couldn't possibly have anything to do with the stupid, pathetic hope that he would.The last Instagram post from user ShaneHollanderHockeyPlayer was dated April 21, 2017. It was a picture of him for Speedo’s summer lineup. He was smiling in sunlight, chest bare, wearing swim shorts that were intended to be athletic, not sexy. That was Hollander’s whole thing, though. His charm.All of it, everything about him was just gone. From Ilya’s life. From hockey in general.The misery in his belly curdled. Thinking about Shane Hollander hurt in a way uncomfortably similar to losing his mother—both taken from him for reasons beyond his control, both losses he’d been forced to suffer alone.Ilya had tried to tell himself he’d already lost Shane: to Rose Landry, to his own stupid pride for making light of the situation, to Shane’s fear and insecurity (when Ilya was feeling especially angry), but it didn’t matter. He could close his eyes and see the news on that random day in June, the image of it on the television, the beautiful anchorwoman and some washed up former player acting like they knew something even though no one knew anything.Contract Terminated. No one from the MLH or Hollander’s camp available for comment.How many texts had he sent before the horrible, gut wrenching finality of calling only to hear: We’re sorry, the number you are trying to reach has disconnected. Please hang up and try again it had to be a hundred, at least.And then, earlier, when he thought it was all over, he hadn't even really thought about it, about what he was typing with shaky fingers. His blackened, shriveled heart had kicked his brain aside and taken over, saying all the things Ilya never would have said if he thought he'd have to live with them.He reached for the bottle of shit vodka he’d gotten from the bar, ignoring the way he spilled some when he poured. He sipped, then stopped and threw back the whole glass. The only option he had were to get so drunk he passed out before he started crying and couldn’t stop.Idly, he wondered if he was depressed. He squeezed the cross at the base of his throat until the points stung his fingers, thinking of his mother.If he was, he wouldn't be surprised, not that he could get depression right either. Death didn’t seem to want him yet, so what did any of it even fucking matter? Part One Summary (Heated Rivalry) Part One of Heated Rivalry begins with tension, expectation, and the weight of two futures already set on a collision course. Long before Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov truly know each other, the world has already decided what they are to one another: rivals, opposites, and the faces of a new generation of hockey. Shane Hollander is drafted first overall, and from the moment his name is called, everything about him reflects control and preparation. He is calm under pressure, careful with his words, and always aware of how he appears to others. He has spent years building himself into the perfect athlete, someone who can handle the demands of professional hockey both on and off the ice. To fans and media, he is reliable, disciplined, and easy to admire. Ilya Rozanov, drafted second overall, enters the league with just as much talent but an entirely different presence. He is bold, unpredictable, and often deliberately provocative. Where Shane measures his words, Ilya says whatever he wants. Where Shane maintains composure, Ilya thrives on disruption. His skill is undeniable, but so is his tendency to stir reactions, especially from Shane. From the beginning, they are compared constantly. Every statistic, every performance, every interaction becomes part of a larger narrative. Fans argue over who is better. Commentators analyze their differences. The rivalry is not just between two players—it is something built and reinforced by everyone watching. When they finally face each other on the ice, the energy between them is immediate and undeniable. Every shift feels sharper, every play more intense. They push each other, challenge each other, and refuse to back down. Their rivalry becomes one of the defining stories of their era. 🥰😋?

Title: The Last Door in Orowa HouseThe house had no number.That was the first thing Chinedu noticed when the taxi dropped him at the end of the dusty road.

Chapter 1/1 Chapter Text Half an hour of being alone. Sitting there waiting for him. Endo was out late. Takiishi had been stuck alone and horny for a bit now, using a small prostate vibrator while he laid there. He wasn't moving it or changing the settings, just using it to take the edge off while he waited for Endo to get back. When Endo got home and found Takiishi waiting for him, sprawled out on the bed, a prostate massager inside him and his cock already leaking precum, he pretty much dropped everything. “Takiishi? Oh…” Endo made his way over, climbed on top of Takiishi, and kissed him, positioning his leg between Takiishi’s. Takiishi immediately ground against it, mostly quiet except for a small change in breathing. “You wanna use gear tonight love?..” Endo always checked in, watching Takiishi’s breathing, his eyes, even if Takiishi didn't say anything most of the time. This time, all Takiishi did was nod and Endo climbed off, he flipped onto his stomach so Endo had easier access. Endo immediately grabbed the set they'd bought a few weeks prior. They'd only used it once so far, just to test it. Quick release cuffs that attached to the headboard, ankle cuffs that did the same to the base, straps that attached to the bed itself and kept Takiishi pinned down. They didn't do sensory play often, so the blindfold and noise cancelling earplugs that came with the set stayed untouched. Once Takiishi was thoroughly bound, Endo eased the prostate massager out and acquired some lube, putting some on his fingers first and gently sliding them in, stretching him and lubing him up so that it wouldn't hurt at all when he entered. Once Takiishi seemed good, Endo slid in carefully, moaning a little as he sunk into Takiishi. Takiishi rocked back hard, catching Endo a little off guard. Endo moaned a bit and started moving in and out, gently grabbing Takiishi’s waist and kissing at neck and shoulder to keep himself from moaning too loud. Takiishi wasn't having any of the slowness though and rocked back hard again. “A-ah- Takiishi- oh- you're wanting faster today huh~ alright..” Endo pushed in faster and a bit harder, hitting that spot every time he did. Takiishi let a small whimper slip, a rare noise only Endo got to hear, and even that was rare. He kept kissing down Takiishi’s shoulder, mouthing at the tattoo. “Faster..” Takiishi whispered, rocking back hard. Endo licked at the tattoo and drove in rougher. He was so close already... Endo slowed down a little. He didn't mean to, but he was so close, so sensitive. Takiishi rocked back again and Endo moaned louder than usual. Takiishi could feel how close he was, feel him twitching inside, feel precum mixing with the lube already slicking them. His own precum dripped steadily onto the sheets, and he was fighting the urge not to grind down into the sheets and puddle since Endo was being oh so slow. Endo eventually sped up again and came inside Takiishi, warm and slightly sticky mess filling Takiishi’s hole, and then he pulled out and undid the straps so Takiishi could flip over again. Once Takiishi flipped himself over, Endo put the gear back on and grabbed a vibrator wand, pressing it to Takiishi’s cock. Once again, a soft, barely audible sound slipped out. Endo grinned and turned it up just enough, and Takiishi ca shuddering a little. Endo flicked the wand off a gear back on and grabbed a vibrator wand, pressing it to Takiishi’s cock. Once again, a soft, barely audible sound slipped out. Endo grinned and turned it up just enough, and Takiishi came, shuddering a little. Endo flicked the wand off and gently licked what he could of the cum up, making Takiishi jolt a little from the mild overstimulation. He then untied Takiishi entirely and Takiishi sat up and stared at him. Endo grabbed a wet cloth and wiped Takiishi down and changed the sheets, and climbed back onto the bed. Takiishi sighed and scooted closer and let Endo spoon him, relaxing a bit into Endo’s grip. They spent that night happy, close, and satisfied. The next day Endo went to work smiling and almost fell from the stairs, a colleague at his back asked him to be careful, he smiled and responded back saying thank you. he was distracted during work thinking of how to get home so he could have another round. 5:20 pm he immediately grabbed his suit and left, on getting to his door he smiled rang the door went inside, shower 🚿 told Takiishi to off his clothes Takiishi quick took his shower 🚿 came to the bed Endo commands him to spread his legs 🦵he did Endo slot in his middle finger slowly in his ass, Takiishi moaned loudly ahh aoch Endo went faster till Takiishi ass was fully wet Then Endo stuff in his cock in his mouth saying in a tone voice baby I love you. He then pulled out his dick slowly put it in Takiishi ass it was slippery and tight, he fucked Takiishi till his neighbours could hear the moaning ahh ..ahh.. fuck me baby , I love you, Endo slot out his dick and ask Takiishi to suck it, he cam in his mouth.