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Rozanov stares at him, then crawls up his body until they’re face to face, Rozanov’s tacky fingers on Shane’s jaw when Shane tries to look away. He tilts Shane’s face up until their eyes catch; holds him there. “You fuck yourself,” Rozanov says, “with a dildo bigger than me. How often?”
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Ilya tucked his smile against Shane’s neck and brought his hand down Shane’s front. “He used to be so boring,” he said to Hunter. “Would not let me fuck him because you were next door.”
Shane groaned. “You’re such an asshole—that was a long time ago,” he said. “I was trying to be discreet.”
“Yes, and now look at you,” Ilya said. “Go suck Hunter’s dick.”
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“You’d be faster if you leaned up a little,” the doctor says, idly. “Better watch it in the offseason. Less candy, eh?”
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“Okay. You want to say no, you want to fight me. Pretty boy, all alone in his glass house. You want me to force you?”
He didn’t need Shane to answer, really; Shane was fully hard against Ilya’s thigh and pink under his freckles. But it was best to be direct about these things. And he wanted to hear Shane say it, anyway.
“I—yeah. Make me. Is that too weird?”
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Fandoms: Far From Any Road - The Handsome Family (Song)
24 Dec 2025
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The bushes formed a ring. Twelve thousand years ago, the center must have been full. Thorny, contained. Singular. The mother bush was long dead and decomposed, just bare desert. But the ring itself was still there, genetically identical, clonal, ancient, ever expanding, ever growing. Creosote bushes grew less than a millimeter each year. I stared. I wondered, if you stared for an entire lifetime, if you’d notice the ground getting eaten away. The bushes expanding, the thorns stretching. If you could stand so close that they’d grow around you. If they would touch you, and how.
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Marty said something, some meaningless hackles up snarl, like: you’re one sick fuck, Rust.
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15 Feb 2026
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Shane finds getting himself off boring.
At least, he used to. Before Ilya Rozanov got involved.
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Rend flesh unto flesh, return to the dust from which you came and erupt again in smoke trails, in putrid rivers of rot. Snap a branch, break a knuckle, fill your throat with bark and your mouth with leaves to muffle your breaths, that evil, devil’s air. She said so, the elephant woman in her house of flowers. She said so. So you know so.
ᶜᵃⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ʰᵉᵃʳ ᶦᵗˀ
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04 Feb 2026
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God, Shane never wanted to be mad at him. He hadn’t wanted to continue it. He had wanted to play, too, to suspend reality and just let himself believe that this room was his whole world, that he could talk to Rozanov, play with Rozanov, that nothing else mattered. And the champagne in his blood, the looseness it brought to his shoulders, the ease it granted his brain made it so he could merely sniff in the extra moisture in his nose, blink away the wetness in his eyes, and look up at Rozanov like they were normal, like nothing else had been said. “Why would God take a call from you, Rozanov?” he had said, voice small but brave.
Rozanov had finally grinned, had let Shane see his beautiful teeth. Shane had wanted to be bit, in that moment, all over. “He knows me,” had been his response.
Shane had sniffed again, had looked down at Rozanov’s shoes, how one of them was gently stepping onto Shane’s foot. An anchor. “God’s not gonna take a call from you.”
“Hm. Why?”
His chest had felt warm. “Because you’re evil.”
or, Shane's drunk, and yearning for Ilya Rozanov is inescapable, and probably bad for him
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04 Feb 2026
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“But – but your son. Maybe he is busy,” Ilya says, loudly. She’s still holding the doors open with her foot; they give another clunk of protest. “Maybe he make plans already.”
“Oh, Shane’s not busy,” she says, tapping away. “He’ll be getting an early night.”
“Maybe–” Ilya tries again, “maybe I get an early night.”
Her gaze flicks up to him then, sharp and knowing. “I won’t keep you long,” she tells him. “It'll be so good for you two to get to know each other...”Or: what if Yuna made it into the hotel elevator?
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01 Feb 2026