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    Someone is following Shane on his evening run through the woods around the cottage. Paparazzi? A stalker? A crazed fan?

    … Ilya Rozanov?

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    Ilya gets really into the concept of hunting Shane for sport and pleasure.

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    06 Jun 2026

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    Shane finds himself trapped beneath a bunch of heavy weights, in a doomed edging competition that he doesn't have a hope of winning.

    Ilya is having a great time.

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    08 May 2026

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    “…You want to?” he asks.

    Shane blinks. “What?”

    “Kiss someone.”

    The question makes Shane’s brain short circuit.

    Shane swallows. “I mean—yeah.”

    “Then why haven’t you?”

    “I don’t know.” Shane shrugs again, shoulders tight. “Timing. People. It’s just… not something I think about like that.”

    That’s not entirely true.

    He does think about it. Just in a different way. Abstractly. Like something other people do, but not he himself.

    Ilya watches him for a long moment.

    “I could show you.”

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    21 Apr 2026

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    “You like it, right?” Shane whispered against his lips.

    “Hm?” Ilya tried hard to focus on Shane’s words but Shane felt too good, the pressure of his ass on Ilya’s crotch too maddeningly distracting.

    Shane leaned in so that his mouth was now right on Ilya’s ear, stilling his movements. “I said,” he breathed hotly, “you like it? Being my dog?”

    And this was new. The words sent an electric shock down Ilya’s spine, making him involuntarily thrust up into Shane. Ilya swallowed, closing his eyes and nodding furiously, as Shane nibbled on his ear lobe and sucked sweetly at the skin there.

    “Speak,” Shane said simply, the same tone he used when talking to Chiron or Anya. When talking to dogs.

    “Fuck,” Ilya choked out. “Yes, da, yes, I like being your dog.”

    or, Ilya discovers a new kink about himself.

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    03 Apr 2026

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    “The lord be with you,” the priest says.

    “And also with you,” the congregation, Napoleon included, murmurs back. Illya’s neck prickles, the fine hairs under his collar standing up. He’s not disturbed by the unity, he’s inexplicably moved by it. The way one is moved by a chorus in perfect harmony, a ballet company’s sharp collective choreography, a squadron of soldiers’ neat march. There is something mind-numbingly pleasing about observing a many-headed crowd moving and speaking as one unit. Perhaps that is why this is called a mass.

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    Or, Illya digs into Napoleon's Catholicism, in an effort to prod him where he's vulnerable. In God, he finds his own vulnerability, instead.

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    11 Mar 2026