It was only supposed to be a one time, spur of the moment, never mentioned and certainly never repeated sort of thing, but January brought the All Star Games and watching Shane break the shot accuracy record that Ilya himself had just set a few minutes previous proved to be too much for the Alpha. He skated close by Hollanders bench and leaned over the boards to hiss, "1221." before skating away and hoping the Omega got it.
Shane got it. He was shaking jittery nervous scurrying his way up to the Alpha's room, shaking jittery nervous waiting outside the door for a thousand years worth of the few seconds it took Rozanov to let him in, shaking jittery nervous darting inside the hotel room and locking the door behind him.
"Someone is chasing you?" The Alpha raised his eyebrows mockingly and Shane opened his mouth to fire back something snarky, but instead–
–instead.
"Fuck." Ilya caught the Omega in tight to his body when Hollander lunged for him. He'd thought maybe they'd take a minute to catch up on the last few months or at least talk some shit about the game, the contests, how pissed off the rather geriatric Scott Hunter would be about his longstanding record being broken twice by a pair of rookies in just a matter of minutes. But Hollander went from looking like he might jump out of his skin anxious to grabbing at Ilya like he wanted to jump his bones horny so the Alpha caught him into a messy, hungry kiss and growled his agreement around an insistent push of tongue.
"This." Ilya tapped his fingers in a restless, staccato beat on the patch over Hollander's throat. "Take it off." He wrenched away from the addictive heat of the Omega's mouth to dig his teeth into the hinge of Hollander's jaw, to suck hard kisses down the length of his neck and scrape his fangs over the patch covering Hollander's scent and bonding glands. "Off. Let me scent you."
"No." Shane buried both hands in Ilya's hair and yanked him back up, crushing their mouths together and whining, Jesus Christ, he arched up against the bulk of the Alpha's body and whined when the dangerous fangs cut at his tongue. Rozanov's hands were everywhere, grasping at Shane's waist and clutching at his ass, dragging down Shane's back and framing at his hips to pin him between the wall and the bulk of the Alpha's thigh wedged up against his crotch and Shane laughed a little, whined a little, ground himself down against the Alpha's leg rutting his cock into the hard muscle but still managed. "P-patch stays on."
"Fine." Ilya ignored the fleeting burn of rejection and switched to mouthing at the other side of Hollander's throat, biting and sucking his way up to the Omega's ear so he could order, "Then get down on your knees."
It was a test. Ilya was curious. If Hollander said 'no' or went even the tiniest bit stiff, Ilya was gonna get on his knees and see if he could make the Omega collapse dripping slick and spilling cum down his throat but if Hollander said 'yes'…
"Yeah. Yeah yeah yeah." Shane said yes but then he grabbed the Alpha's broad shoulders and yanked, grasped at Rozanov and forcefully spun them around fast enough for Rozanov's back to hit the wall with a thunk and leave him wheezing.
"Shit." The Alpha's mouth fell open shocked at the quick reversal, his blue eyes snapping red at the show of strength. "You are a brat, pushing Alphas around to get what you want."
"You gonna complain about it?" Shane shoved Rozanov's shirt up out of the way and scraped his nails down the Alpha's stomach, then bent in to map the red lines with his tongue as he went to his knees and started yanking at the Alpha's pants. "Huh?"
"Brat." Ilya breathed out incredulously, but in the next second he was choking on his words, head banging back against the wall and both hands going over his mouth to cover a hoarse shout when Hollander's mouth closed warm and wet around his cock. "Fuck. Fuck Omega–!"
Shane probably should have pulled off and warned Rozanov not to call him Omega. The least the Alpha could do was talk to him like a person, not relegate him to his biology. Sure mated couples called each other Alpha and Omega as sweet names, pet names, affectionate and adoring and– and whatever, there was something about a mated pair acknowledging out loud just how special it was to call each other Alpha and Omega and what it meant for them to be two halves of the same whole, physically mentally emotionally.
But that wasn't them. They weren't mated or bonded or even dating, they shouldn't even be hooking up, but worrying about that particular technicality while Shane had the Alpha's cock halfway down his throat and was drooling around him, humming and moaning every single time Rozanov pulled at his hair or lost control and thrust across his tongue was– it was– the thing about it was–
Shane didn't care. Rozanov pulled him up with a muttered explanation of 'always so good' and 'here, c'mere pretty Omega' before hefting Shane right off his feet and carrying him to the bed and Shane didn't care about anything after that.
The Alpha stretched out over him, covered him in a kiss while pulling over his cock and Shane grabbed at the bed, at the blankets, at Rozanov's shoulders and humped up into his fist, planting his feet on the mattress trying to get more leverage and better balance, anything to make sure the Alpha didn't stop.
He could scent Rozanov just a little bit, just the faintest hint of heady pine and sweet amber, and Shane pushed his face into the Alpha's neck trying to find more, huffing and nosing over the blocker patch blindly searching for more. Rozanov was talking to him, rumbling at him, bass pitched and hypnotic as he moved his way down Shane's body to lick and pull at his nipples, pinpricking his fangs razor sharp over the sensitive skin along Shane's ribs, further to finally swallow him down with a low noise like he was starving.
And Shane didn't care about anything anymore. The whole room shrank down to just that, just them, just the bed in the low lamplight and the Alpha's face buried between his legs, one of Rozanov's big hands planted on Shane's chest over his heart like the Alpha was holding him steady.
Shane hadn't realized just how badly he needed to be held steady until he was finishing shouting, arching off the bed and digging bruises into Rozanov's shoulders as he came and the Alpha kept that same hand over his heart to settle him secure.
Ilya pushed his face into the soft give of Hollander's stomach and rutted off against the bed, eyes closed and fangs bared panting loud as he got himself off spilling into the sheets. The Omega slurred something half audible about how he would have helped, Ilya could have had his mouth again, but the Alpha shook his head wordless and exhausted and content to lay there for the very few minutes they had before their time was up.
He lay there with his palm flat to Hollander's chest feeling his heartbeat race race race and finally start to slow… and Ilya wondered if the Omega knew he was purring.
****
"...good god, look at that hit. Ilya Rozanov just slammed Shane Hollander into the boards, that was downright brutal…"
"...but see the way Hollander is up and after him immediately, I don't know if there's anyone as fast as Hollander when he's going after that puck– oh! He's got it back!..."
"...here comes Rozanov again, racing after Hollander. He never pulls his punches with anyone, Omega or not and I'm sure Hollander wishes he would, but hey if you want to play with the Alphas, you have to play like the Alphas…"
"... Hollander just hates him too, you can see it when they play. That intensity, that rivalry, Hollander has everything to prove if he's going to get that Alpha's respect and Rozanov has everything to lose if the Omega shows him up…"
It was only supposed to be a two time, spur of the moment and adrenaline fueled never mentioned and certainly never instigated sort of thing, but Montreal was so goddamn cold during February and there was something to be said for sharing bodily warmth, right?
Right.
"You saw the news?" Ilya opened his hotel room door and motioned the Omega in out of the hall. "I hit you hard in the game tonight because of our rivalry. And you hate me. Did you know you hate me?"
"I do hate you." Shane shrugged out of his bulky jacket and hoodie, tossing away the sunglasses he'd felt really fucking stupid wearing while walking into the hotel. "But if you get me off, maybe that will change."
"Sex is better when hateful." Ilya decided and he was treated to– rewarded with– the briefest flash of Hollander's sunshiney smile before he got lost in the Omega's mouth and all the noises Hollander made when clothes came off and just how fun it was to have an Omega push shove pull him around to get what they both needed.
"Off?" Ilya ran his tongue around the edges of the blocker patch asking but when Hollander deepened the kiss filthy and canted his hips up to rub his cock into Ilya's hip, the Alpha took it as the no it obviously was.
And rejection, again. A fleeting zip of it, a quick pinch of it, there and gone and certainly not lingering in Ilya's head, certainly not creeping roots of insecurity down into his heart when they weren't even supposed to be doing this, absolutely not.
"Fair trade, then." Ilya bared his fangs teasing and let his eyes run red so the Omega wouldn't catch the split second of uncertainty. "I will not scent your neck but I will scent you here." he made a show of slithering down the bed to huff his way nosy around the base of Hollander's cock, lower around his balls, lower so he had to prop Hollander's leg up over his shoulder and shove his face close, tongue out ready to taste the slick leaking from the Omega's entrance.
"Fuck!" Shane yelped when the Alpha pushed his leg up and held him open like he was gonna lick him. "Roz– wait–!"
"Smell good right here, Hollander." Ilya grunted, nipping and licking at the curve of the Omega's ass, gentler and wet with his lips and tongue mouthing at his balls. "Keep patch on, I don't care, I live here now."
"Just gonna–" Shane gulped, propped up on his elbows wide eyed and panting, staring down at the Alpha between his legs. "Gonna camp out down there with my dick on your face?"
"Mmm." Ilya pursed his lips as if he were seriously thinking about it, nudging up under the Omega's cock so the length of it lay across his nose and to his forehead. "Is worse places to be."
"I hate you." Shane fell back into the pillows with his arm over his face, legs splayed shamelessly wide, his toes curling with every pass of the sharp fangs on the inside of his thigh, skin tingling where Rozanov was holding him tight enough to leave bruises at his hips. "Fuck. I– I hate you."
"Yes, I can tell." Ilya waited until the Omega peeked back down at him, then stuck his tongue out and slowly licked a drop of precome from the tip of his cock, not looking away, not even blinking, his eyes burning scarlet as he swallowed it down and vibrated rumbling, "You hate me very much, don't you?"
"Rozy." Shane whispered. "P-Please…"
The Alpha relented and Shane collapsed back into the pillows with a ragged, desperate gasp once Rozanov's mouth was working over him, calloused fingers cradling at his sac and pushing back towards his hole just enough to be tempting. Shane covered his eyes again and quit trying to muffle his cries, the way he whimpered every time the Alpha's throat convulsed around him, quit trying to hold onto the bed and reached down to hold onto Rozanov instead.
A familiar hand over his heart settling him steady, and this time Shane covered the Alpha's hand with his own and wound their fingers together. Rozanov's scent was too potent when they were in bed, surging too strong for the suppressants and blocker patch to cover it all and Shane open mouth inhaled the faintest twist of pine, that same sweetly tinted amber he couldn't ever quite get out of his head and heart.
"Smell good, Omega…" Rozanov hummed and yeah, Shane should have told him not to call him Omega, but he was too busy drifting in what felt like affection warming into the Alpha's barely there scent.
…you smell good too…
*****
They needed to stop. Spur of the moment, unplanned, yada yada yada– whatever. Shane needed to stop answering the Alpha's texts and Ilya needed to stop sending Shane room numbers and times to meet and that was all there was to it.
But.
"I can knot you?" Ilya planted his hand between the Omega's shoulder blades, pinning him to the bed as he rutted against Hollander's rear, driving his cock through the lube soaked cleft of the Omega's cheeks. "When we fuck. You will let me knot you?"
"Wh-what? No." Shane turned his head on the pillows and groaned out loud, rolling his hips back into every push from the Alpha, his own cock neglected hanging between his legs cos Rozanov was laying so heavy over him Shane needed both arms to keep himself braced on the mattress. "No w-way. No knots. I'd be stuck on you for ages and we never have time–" he gasped loud when the next drive of the Alpha's hips bumped the wide head of Rozanov's cock directly against his hole for a dizzying split second. "--no time for that. C-can't do that."
"You would like being stuck on me, I promise." Ilya folded himself over Hollander's back, stretching far so he could notch his chin over his shoulder and turn his nose into that damn blocker patch, unable to quell the bone deep need to try and scent the Omega. "You are obsessed with me."
"Fuck you." Shane craned his head around searching for the Alpha's mouth, trilling and clicking his tongue coaxing Rozanov closer for a kiss. "You're obsessed with me."
He got bit for his sass, the Alpha's fangs slicing into the meat of his shoulder and Shane howled in surprise, jerking up off the mattress and nearly kicking Rozanov right off when he whipped around and popped his teeth together snarling, "Ouch! Fuck!"
"Bratty Omegas get bit." the Alpha answered far too blandly for how hard he was breathing, his cock was still rock hard and glistening with lube, the bump of his knot starting to swell at the base. "Bend back over. Ass up. I am not done with you yet."
"Asshole!" Shane planted both hands at the Alpha's bare chest and shoved him, and Ilya's eyes went wide, "Brat!" and shoved him back. They fell to the bed wrestling, rolling across the blankets and grappling at each other. Ilya was stronger and heavier but Shane was fast and every time Ilya thought he had the Omega pinned, Shane wiggled free and flipped them again, hooked his feet around the Alpha's waist not to drag him in but to shove him over. Ilya poked and tickled and Shane smacked and pinched and the blankets twisted up around their feet, the pillows falling every which way onto the floor, both boys panting and snarling and the bed rocking, headboard knocking against the wall as they wrestled.
Finally, "Omega." Ilya got Shane flat on his back, got his shoulders wedged in between the Omega's thighs so Shane couldn't close his legs too tight and crack his ribs, got his hand around the Omega's throat and let his voice bottom out rough, "Yield."
"Fuck you, Make me cum." Shane panted up at him, ready and more than willing to go another round. His cock was aching, body buzzing, he was sweating from the fight and slick between his thighs and the Alpha braced above him was close, so close, not close enough, Shane grabbed for Rozanov's thick arms, groped at his chest, buried his fingers in the curly hair and arched up trying to drag the Alpha down against him. "Make me cum."
The Omega writhed beneath him, pulled at Ilya's hair and hooked his foot at Ilya's calf trying to get Ilya to move and the Alpha bent close to growl at him. lya was worked up, riled up, knotting up even without being touched because Hollander got under his skin and into his bones and the bratty, mouthy, fierce Omega was the most beautiful person, the most beautiful creature, he'd ever fucking seen.
"...Rozanov?" Shane stilled beneath the Alpha's frame when Rozanov leaned in nose to nose to growl at him, red eyed with fangs out on full display as he pressed tighter and tighter at Shane's throat in a demand for him to submit.
But there beneath the snarling and posturing and demand, a wisp of the Alpha's scent escaped through the suppressants and blockers. It was pine and amber, wild and warm and the longer Shane stared up into blue eyes gone crimson, the more he realized the wild in Rozanov's scent was tinted like possessiveness and the warmth syrupy sweet like adoration.
Oh.
"M-make me cum?" Less bratty, that time. Less demanding, that time. Shane whispered it and Rozanov kissed him, closed the scant inch of distance between their bodies and licked the words right from Shane's mouth, muttering "Yes." in immediate agreement, acceptance, obedience, for the Omega.
"Okay?" Ilya checked in before shifting sideways so he could slip his fingers through the wet near the Omega's entrance and use the slick to stroke slowly at his cock, his grip firm and motions sure but his eyes never once leaving Shane's face. "Like this?"
"Yeah. Fuck." Shane sank back into the blankets, one hand resting at Rozanov's hip, the other braced on the flex of the Alpha's bicep as his eyes fluttered closed. "Don't stop."
"Here." Ilya picked Hollander's hand up off his hip and set it at his cock instead, groaning under his breath when the Omega started to pull over him too, slow and firm and matching Ilya stroke for stroke, motion for motion. "Good?"
"Mmms'good…"
Ilya would never get tired of hearing the gorgeous Omega purr.
Later while Hollander was still a little bit spacey licking his fingers clean from the mess of them spilling together, Ilya eased the Omega over in the bed and spooned up behind him, petting down his body in soothing motions, kneading lightly at the marks he'd left when they were wrestling, cuddling close and rumbling reassuringly as he slid his fingers back down along the cleft of the Omega's ass to find where he was warm and slick and tight.
"Have you ever…?" he let the question trail off, rubbing the pad of his thumb over the furled skin and watching close to see if the Omega flinched or winced hesitated. It would be easier of course, if Hollander would take off the damn patch and let Ilya scent him, Ilya would know everything if he could put his nose and mouth to the Omega's glands and memorize every note of the Omega's scent but Hollander had said no, so Ilya hooked his chin at his shoulder and leaned in close to check in. "Hm?"
"...no." Shane confessed haltingly. "Not outside of heat."
"You use Alpha for heat." Jealousy tasted acidic green and sickly yellow at the back of Ilya's throat and he steadfastly put that away for later, wasn't about to sit and think too long about why he was blindingly jealous about his the Omega using some other Alpha for heat.
"Uh… no." Shane shook his head and later Ilya would sit and think about why he was so happy to hear that particular answer, but right then the Alpha only prompted, "Omega, then. You share heat with another Omega."
"No. No, I'm trying to say." Shane clenched his fist into the pillow and tried not to feel so goddamn self conscious about being a virgin in just about every fucking sense of the word. "I have a… toy."
"Ah." Ilya dug his tongue into the tip of his fang so he wouldn't audibly growl over the hesitant confession and the immediate accompanying mental image of the Omega twisting writhing sweating and gasping trying to fuck himself with a toy. "What color?"
"Shut up."
"No, I need to know." Ilya palmed over the Omega's ass, jiggling him playfully before wrapping his arm at Hollander's waist to hug him. "What color, is it purple? I will have to compete with– how is that old song– one eyed, one horned, flying purple people eater monster dildo?"
"I hate you." Shane informed him and the Alpha chuckled into his ear, nuzzling into his throat, "Yes, I can tell."
Then quieter, with his hand resting heavy and settling at the Omega's hip, "You are scared?"
"I'm not scared." Maybe one day Shane would learn not to react so predictably pissed off to any and every insinuation that he wasn't fully confident of all things at all times, but just then, "I'm not scared!"
"No, is okay." Ilya kissed his cheek, his temple, his lips when Hollander turned his head and offered up his mouth. "I will make it good. Promise."
"Oh yeah?" Shane rolled onto his back and clasped his hands behind his head, stretching his legs out so the Alpha would lay at least halfway back on to him. Rozanov was heavy but Shane loved it, being covered head to toe by someone strong enough to hold him down was a dizzying sort of relief even with the weirdly not awkward conversation and blunt way the Alpha talked about sex, and the immediate press of heat as Rozanov moved over him again was enough to make him smile.
Enough to make him sassy.
"You're making a pretty big assumption there." Shane tangled his fingers into the messy curls hanging into Rozanov's eyes. "Assuming I'd let you fuck me at all. What if I get shy and say no?"
"Would be a lie." Ilya countered flatly. "I want to fuck you and you want me to fuck you and you are not shy about it. So."
"Wow, those English words just roll right off your tongue, huh?" Shane poked him in the ribs. "Maybe you lost the chance to fuck me when you checked me into the boards so hard tonight."
"What?" Ilya's jaw dropped comically wide. "No! That is not fair. On ice and off ice is different!"
"Mmm no I don't think so." Shane mused out loud. "On-ice stuff is foreplay for off-ice stuff, so maybe you should've thought about that before you flipped me off after scoring that goal."
"Hollander!" The Alpha gasped faux offended. "No!"
"Won the on-ice battle, but lost the off-ice war, huh?" Shane clicked his tongue reproachfully. "What a stupid knot head Alpha thing to do."
"Noooo Hollander!" Ilya locked his arms around the giggling Omega and pouted like situation was life or death for his dick– or maybe his heart. "No! I want to fuck you!"
"Eat shit Rozanov!" Shane shrieked when the Alpha grabbed him tickling him in earnest. "Eat shit and die– ack! Stop! Stop!"
"Yield!" Ilya demanded as he tried to keep his hands on the apparently overly ticklish Omega. "Yield and say I can fuck you."
"I'm gonna go home and use my one eyed purple monster!"
"Noooo….!"
****
"Hayden Pike likes you." Ilya wasn't proud of how sulky he sounded, but he said it anyway, adjusting the sheets over his bare lap so he didn't have to look up and maybe see that his the Omega like Hayden too. "He wanted to punch me today."
"You almost put me through the boards." Shane pointed out peevishly. "I wanted to punch you." Then belatedly, "And he's married, you know. He doesn't like me, he's just protective cos you are fucking mean to me."
"Aw, am I mean when I fuck you?" Ilya elbowed him and Shane elbowed him right back, "You know that's not what I meant."
Ilya waited and it was Shane's turn to fidget with the sheets a little as he admitted in a mumble, "I mean. Sometimes you're a little mean when you uh– when we–"
"Hollander." All the sudden serious, Ilya sat forward in the bed, angling his head so he could try and catch the Omega's eye. "I am mean to you?"
"No. It's not–" Shane cleared his throat, scratching at his neck. "We both are, right? Push and pull or whatever. I mean. I haven't told you to stop, have I?"
"No, but sometimes your mouth is too full to say anything." Ilya pointed out with only a small smirk because he loved when the Omega's mouth was full but this was important.
"You don't let me scent you." he said next, laying his hand heavy and warm over the patch on Hollander's neck, sweeping his thumb over the bare skin around the edges. "And sometimes you are…" gone. Sometimes the Omega floated off somewhere mentally gone when they were together, carried away overwhelmed with dark eyes hazy and frame pliant, trilling his tongue and purring rather than using his words and talking.
Ilya didn't know how to describe the way the Omega submitted without sounding sappy and obsessive and greedy about it, so he tried, "Sometimes you are quiet. I cannot scent you, so I do not know how you feel."
"You don't have to scent me to know if I'm uncomfortable, you'd be able to tell. I know you can tell." Shane disagreed. "And if I wanted you to stop, like needed you to stop right away, I'd make you stop."
"I think I could tell." Ilya agreed slowly, "But what if you are…" he made a vague motion with his hand, waving his fingers away to signify when the Omega went spacey. "What if your words do not work?" Sometimes Ilya felt like his words didn't work. English was getting easier but when he was overwhelmed, trying to find the right words to make himself understood felt damn near impossible, so he asked, "What if ah…. Non verbal?"
"Tell you what." Shane had to go. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and picked up his pants. "If I ever feel like my words aren't working, if I go non verbal or whatever, I'll just bite you."
"Okay, but that is not the threat you think it is." Ilya had to fold his arms so he wouldn't reach out and drag the Omega back into bed, back into his arms. "Oh no, a pretty and fierce Omega wants to snack on me? What will I do, someone help me."
"No, I mean I'd bite your dick off." Shane clarified bluntly but Ilya waved him off, "No. You like my dick too much. You would miss it."
"Fuck you." Shane swiped a pillow from the floor and threw it at the aggravating Alpha like being called pretty and fierce didn't make him quake, like the idea of Ilya enjoying being bit didn't make him throb. "You guys play in Montreal next week?"
"Yes."
"You um." Shane put his socks on. Pants on. Shirt and hoodie and jacket. Layer after layer to cover up the smell of Alpha and sex on him for the quick walk back to his own room, layer after layer to cover up how lately he got lonely the second he left Rozanov's bed. "You want to meet?"
"Yes."
"I'll text you." Shane nodded jerkily, bending down to tie his shoes so he wouldn't look up and lose his nerve. "I've got a new place and you– you should come see it. It's private. Really private. You could come right after the game and stay until curfew. You know?"
It was an offer of time. Usually the Alpha stayed up late partying with his team because Ilya Rozanov disappearing to be alone in his hotel room immediately after a game would be noticeably odd. Usually Ilya texted Shane close to midnight to meet and Shane would text him the room number he'd booked at the same hotel several floors up and then they had to be quiet and hurry just in case a teammate or coach or too nosy fan saw either one of them leaving.
But a private, personal place was an offer of time. Ilya could leave from the locker room with a bland excuse of having plans and get to Shane's condo well before midnight, he could stay until just before the two am team curfew because a quick cab ride would get him back to the hotel and walking through the doors in plenty of time. They would have hours together without worrying about the noise, about anyone who might overhear or see and more than that–
–more than that, the offer of time together came with the unspoken acknowledgment that they were several events past pretending their hookups were spontaneous and unplanned and not really meant to happen.
The Omega was letting Ilya know he was ready and willing for them to purposefully plan to have time together and it was enough to about put the Alpha on the floor.
"You will need extra large condoms." Ilya laughed to cover the hitch in his breath, held his hands out miming an outrageously sized cock to cover just how widely goofy his grin was over his Omega offering something so fucking important. "Do not worry, I will fit inside you, but you will need the big condoms. And lots of lube."
"Fuck you, a real Alpha would get me so wet we wouldn't need lube. But hey, if you aren't up to the task?" Shane copied the Alpha's hand gesture but pretended it was a dildo. "I'm sure I've got something that is."
"Fuck you and your purple dildo, Hollander."
"Show up next week and maybe you'll actually get to, Rozanov."
Shane jammed his feet into his shoes and ran his hands through his hair trying to smooth it down a little. "Okay so next week. I guess I'll see– oh."
He stopped when Rozanov got out of the bed and came towards him naked, all solid bulk and heavy muscle closing the few yards of distance between them with sure, steady steps. The Alpha's eyes flickered red as he came in close and his fangs scraped Shane's bottom lip before he sealed their mouths together for a slow, searching kiss. His big hand closed at Shane's throat, thumb pressing in hard over the blocker patch and circling over the bump of Shane's bonding spot as he drew the kiss out long, licking through Shane's mouth and pressing his other hand in over Shane's heart until the Omega twined their fingers together and kissed him right back.
And, "Soon, Omega." Ilya pushed their foreheads together, nipping at the tip of Shane's nose. "Yes?"
Soon.
*****
Montreal
"...you do not have a nest." Ilya stood in the professionally designed bedroom of the professionally designed condo in the professionally developed part of the city and frowned towards the bed that looked like it had been purchased right out of an interior design magazine. There were at least a dozen throw pillows, a perfectly coordinated comforter, the room matched in the glossy fake way the rooms matched in furniture stores and he glanced from the bed to the Omega still standing by the bedroom door and repeated, "You do not have a nest?"
"Uh no." Shane's brows lowered in confusion. "No? Why?"
"Why not?" Ilya emphasized and Shane shrugged, "I don't really live here. This isn't home, you know? So I don't nest here."
"Your apartment." Ilya asked next. "You nest there?"
"No. Nope." he shook his head. "That's not really home either, I'm only there in between games, you know? I'm on the road most of the time so–"
"So home is… your parents." It bothered Ilya, the lack of nest, the lack of personality in the space, the lack of Shane. The condo scented like nothing. Neutral cleaning products and inoffensively bland air fresheners, the kitchen was pristine, the furniture unused, the air cold because the heating hadn't kicked in yet because the Omega didn't live there.
Yes, it was private but it was no more personal than the hotel rooms, maybe even less personal because there were no clothes or belongings scattered around, not phone chargers or food wrappers or anything.
"You nest at your parents." he tried again, not judgmental but disappointed somewhere deep down in his bones because he'd thought– the Alpha had hoped– Hollander was bringing him to his home, to his most comfortable space, to his nest.
Apparently not.
"I don't nest at my parents house." Saying it out loud, admitting out loud that he didn't have a single place in his life where he felt comfortable and home enough to build a nest was mortifying, and Shane hunched his shoulders and folded his arms against the truth of it.
He wore suppressants and blockers every single day so he was insulated from the influx of hormones and scent of the Alphas on his team. If he wasn't traveling for a game he was out of the house training or practicing so he didn't have time to hang out in a nest anyway. He was too old to keep his Mom's sweater or a blanket from his parent's bed around and he didn't have close friends or– or a romantic partner's clothing to layer into a nest, it wasn't as if he was going to keep Rozanov's clothing in a nest even if he had a nest–
Shit. Shane had been so dialed in, focused in, purposefully dedicated busy for the last several years, he hadn't had the time to be bothered by his lack of nest but now the Alpha was standing there staring at him like the lack of nest was crazy and that sucked.
It sucked.
The scent that made it past Rozanov's suppressants was tinted blue like Rozanov was sorry for Shane, sorry sorry what a lonely Omega, too busy and too isolated to have anything to put in a nest, sorry sorry.
Shit.
"It doesn't matter." Shane rubbed a hand over his mouth. Over his chin. Over his chest where his heart felt bruised blue by the sympathy in the Alpha's faint scent. "Why does where I make a nest matter to you, it doesn't matter."
"Doesn't matter." Ilya agreed with a short nod, lying for the sake of erasing the miserable furrow in the Omega's brow. "But I had to know for sure."
"Why?"
"So I could make fun of you for buying whole place just to fuck." he flashed his fangs in an obnoxious grin, purposefully changing the subject and exhaling relieved when the Omega's shoulders dropped and the mood in the room lightened again.
"I did not buy this place just so we had a place to fuck."
"Obviously you did." Ilya tossed his coat onto the nearest chair and spread his arms wide. "You bought whole place so no one hears you beg for my knot."
"Jesus Christ." Shane rolled his eyes and the Alpha nodded very seriously as if he'd figured it all out, "No one in building to hear you scream very loud. Is it sex? Is it murder? No one will know."
"You need to stop talking." Shane finally laughed and Ilya dropped his arms back to his side and countered, "No, you need to stop talking."
A beat, then the Alpha held his hand back out, palm up and fingers curled coaxing. "Come here."
"No." Shane shook his head, smiling. "You come here."
"No," Ilya started moving towards him. "You come here."
"My place, my rules." Shane denied as he hurried forward to meet the Alpha in the middle of the room. "You come here."
"Here, Omega." Ilya caught him, grabbed him, wrapped him into a hug and one of these times, one of these times Shane would get around to reminding Rozanov to not call him 'Omega' but the kiss was more important and scrabbling at layers of clothing to get to bare skin was more important and holding on to the Alpha while blunt fingers opened him up and the Alpha kept asking, "Still want? Is okay? Tell me, tell me, tell me." was so so important.
"Still okay, Omega?" Ilya asked as he lined his cock up to the Omega's slick hole and pushed pushed past the clenched rim. He grit his teeth groaning as the flared head popped past the tight muscle and slid in another inch, and when Hollander grabbed for him, Ilya lurched up to cover him in a kiss, rocking deeper in tiny increments and splitting the Omega open from the inside out. "Still okay?"
"So good, Rozy, fuck." Shane's eyes were wet, chest heaving and the tendons in his neck straining with the effort of staying open and still and relaxed enough for the Alpha to bottom out all the way in him. Rozanov leaned in to kiss him and Shane clutched at him, hands in the Alpha's hair to drag him closer and then at the back of the Alpha's neck, holding him tight so he could mouth and kiss and tremble against the crook of the Alpha's throat.
"Do you want mine off?" Ilya tilted his head opening his throat up to the Omega's lips and teeth, shuddering through a hard bite at his jaw and offering, whispering encouraging when Hollander kept coming back to nuzzle over his suppressant patch, "Take it off, scent me, it's okay."
"Just don't stop." Shane looped both arms at Rozanov's neck and exhaled loudly through another push of the Alpha's cock into his core. "D-don't stop."
It was too much.
"Too much– fuck. Too much, Roz holy shit—!" Shane's shoulders fit right over the Alpha's shoulders and Rozanov damn near folded him in half in the bed, holding him open with a hand under his knee and his other hand over Shane's heart, groping and squeezing at his chest in time to each deep, dirty grind at his hole. "F-fuck–!"
"Tell me." the Alpha ordered hoarsely but Shane didn't answer, couldn't answer, he opened his mouth and only managed a whine, high pitched and needy as he kept coming back over and over to the patch at the Alpha's throat. Every raspy breath brought the scent of pine and amber into his lungs, the Alpha's suppressant muted scent just present enough to make Shane's mouth water like he was starving.
"Is okay, Omega." Ilya leaned into the scrape of the Omega's fingernails at the blocker patch. "Take it, you need me, need to scent me, it's fine. Take it off, is okay, come on."
Shane lunged up to sink his teeth into the Alpha's shoulder instead, into the corded muscle at his neck, craning lower to dig his blunt teeth into Rozanov's chest and feel the Alpha vibrate through a growl against his tongue.
Twice Ilya had offered the Omega to take off his patch and scent him and, twice Hollander had declined, but Ilya didn't let him bother him, didn't let it distract from the way Shane rippled clenching around his cock and bit into him hissing begging for more.
It wasn't a rejection when the Omega was clutching him close begging for more, it wasn't.
"So good, Omega, you are being so good." Ilya panted once he'd gotten Hollander turned over face down on the bed, once the Omega fell into presenting with his face in the pillows and back bent into a graceful arch so beautifully easy Ilya could scarcely believe it.
He fit back inside with a single thrust, punching a groan out of the gorgeous Omega when the new angle let Ilya fuck him harder, pounding into him with hands clasped bruising tight at Hollander's and eyes turned needy scarlet watching the Omega rock back eager into every stroke. Hollander pleaded for more with gasped cries and thready mewls, bitten off whines and sharp little chirps and when the words and noises failed him, the Omega reached back and just grabbed for Ilya, rolling his hips into each hard push and scratching his nails at Ilya's leg, up to clutch at Ilya's ass and keep him close and inside and everywhere.
And.
"Knot me." the first hard shove of the Alpha's knot at his rim made Shane wail, had his arms giving out so he face planted on the bed and he curled his fingers into the pillow case stammered out from lax lips, "W-Wan' you t'knot me…"
"Fuck, Hollander." Ilya's eyes slammed shut, his fangs cutting bleeding into his bottom lip as he forced himself still for a moment, fighting for every ounce of his self control. "Fuck. Ask me," he clenched his teeth hard, didn't trust himself to move until he got the words out, "Ask me again but when you are calm, when you have words and I–"
"Alpha, please…"
"You are going to kill me." Ilya stretched as far as he could to get his mouth at the nape of the Omega's neck, digging his fangs in as hard as he dared before he thought he'd break skin and spill blood. "Fuck, you are going to kill me calling me Alpha like that. Here then, greedy Omega, here is more."
Ilya didn't knot him. Not really. Not when the Omega had said no weeks before and not when the Omega was only purring pleading yes when he was too far gone to even put together full sentences.
Instead, Ilya prodded his fingers at Hollander's hole and stretched his entrance wider, pushed his fingers into the slick channel then crooked the digits stuck next to his cock so with every thrust the Omega could feel the pressure and weight and heft like a knot was catching locked in him.
"Al-Alpha…" Shane slurred out, stunned pliant in the bed with his whole body moving with each of the Alpha's strokes, a tremble running up and down his spine with every of the simulated knot at his rim. "Fuck...S'good, that's good, don't stop…"
"Omega." Shane. Ilya grit his teeth and locked his jaw so he wouldn't bite when he came, hooking his finger-knot deeper into the Omega's body and snarling from behind his fangs, grinding against his ass. "Fuck."
"F-full…" Shane came without being touched, the heat of the Alpha over his back and the weight of the Alpha in his core more than enough to bring him finishing, his cock jerking and spilling all over the bed. "Fuck Alpha, m'so full…keep me full..."
"Ask me again later." Ilya wrapped his arm around the Omega's chest to hold him steady as he rolled to the side and brought Hollander spooning up against him. "Later when you-- when you know what you are saying."
He pushed his face into the curve of the Omega's throat and rumbled low and adoring, "Ask me again later. I'll keep you full."
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"We won't see each other during the Olympics." Shane sat himself gingerly on the hard stairs at the back exit to his building, his hoodie pulled up over his head and his arms folded close to his body. He was sated loose and tightly sore all at the same time, shivering not so much cold as he was overwhelmed and he hugged the Alpha's jacket against his chest without really noticing, nuzzling into the fabric trying to catch a hint of the the Alpha's scent without even realizing. "Your family must be happy the Games are in Russia?"
"Mmm." Ilya knew his brother didn't care, and his father would only care if he was coherent enough to even know what was going on, so he shrugged. "Yes. I suppose."
"My parents are psyched for me. They can't come but," Shane was rambling, filling the silence and prolonging the moment, holding onto Rozanov's jacket and talking so the night didn't have to be over quite yet, so he didn't have to go back to being alone again quite yet. "My mom's threatening to wake up at like four in the morning so she can–"
"The car is here. I have to go." It was almost curfew. Ilya reached for his jacket, tugging at it only lightly waiting to see if Hollander would tug back like he wanted to keep it to wear or to bury in his nest or just to have for next time.
Shane let go. It wasn't really a rejection. The Alpha told himself that Hollander not wanting his jacket, his knot, his scent wasn't really a rejection, not in any way that mattered.
It was fine. Only sex between them. Simple. Everything else about life was messy and stressful and chaotic, but these moments with the Omega were so beautifully, peacefully simple that Ilya wasn't willing to ruin it by overthinking himself into a depression over a jacket.
"Come here." He leaned in for a kiss, short and sweet and then in again for longer, lingering over the Omega's lips and rumbling soft when Hollander turned to bump their noses. "Good luck in Sochi."
"Good luck." Shane nodded, nodded, then hooked his fingers in the Alpha's shirt and brought him back for a third kiss, sighing into the warmth of Rozanov's palm at his cheek and smiling loopy and sweet when the Alpha eased away. "Bye."
"...bye Omega."
Right when he pulled back and started to straighten up, Ilya thought the Omega's dark eyes ringed briefly brilliantly bright, he thought Hollander was slow blinking up at him with molten mated gold sparking deep in his gaze the same way Omegas in love looked up at their chosen Alphas.
Oh.
Suddenly nothing about anything was simple at all.
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