Freedom – 2 – DarkJediQueen

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Shane was dressed and out of his room before Ilya was. He tried not to let it be seen on his face that he sort of had some kind of mental sex with Ilya. He didn’t think that his parents would care, but he really didn’t want to talk about it with them, ever. The sex talk that he had with his father years ago had scared Shane so much. He never wanted to talk about sex with anyone who he wasn’t having sex with again. He knew that he and Ilya would have to talk about things. The shower sex had shown them that they were well matched when it came to their bond and allowing things to move up and down in it. Shane wasn’t sure that he wanted to know what wicked things they could get up to with their bond and sex. He knew that he was old enough to consent to sex with Ilya since they were the same age. No one was going to come for them, but Shane wasn’t sure what Ilya wanted, and he honestly wasn’t sure what he wanted.

The life he had thought he was going to have had been spread out in front of him, being with the opposite sex and being happy with it because there was no other option. Then Ilya had invaded his life. He wasn’t sure that it was going to be easy to deny what he wanted. And he wanted Ilya. He wanted to know what sex was like with him. He didn’t know if Ilya had been with anyone before. He didn’t care, to be honest; it would be better if one of them knew what the fuck they were doing.

“Is Ilya okay?” David asked.

“Yeah, he’s fine.” Shane wasn’t sure why they were asking.

“He popped his head out to look at us and only went back to his room when we both looked at him,” Yuna said.

“I…” Shane didn’t know how to answer that. He tried to check on Ilya and found that the bond was fully open. Ilya was getting dressed, based on what he could feel from him. He didn’t know what to answer to that.

“Is a fear response,” Ilya said as he came out of his room. He stopped behind Shane, using the little bit of height he had to shield himself behind Shane. “Is not you. Is me.”

“A fear response?” Yuna asked. She set down her phone and looked at him.

“My father would probably kill me if he got his hands on me.”

“Kill?” David asked. He set down his paper and turned to look at him. “I knew that he was not happy with this and that you just followed us for everything. I didn’t realize that it was because you were trying to make Shane happy.”

“Is that, too. He’s mine to protect just as I am his to protect. We protect each other. My father will not make an incident over it. He will go away and try other ways to get a hold of me. I will refuse him. I’m more than willing to give up Russia.”

Shane thought that his mom might have caught onto something of the truth with the way she looked at the two of them. Shane reached back, and he grabbed Ilya’s arms to lift them up and around him, having Ilya hold onto him. He was willing to do anything to make sure that Ilya didn’t go home to Russia.

“I will get the rest of that paperwork done up so that you don’t have to worry about it. We will be here for a few more days; David’s already called into work because this is a political nightmare and he works for the government.”

“Sorry,” Ilya said.

“No, it’s not on you. Nor are you the only pair that came online together to bond. It wasn’t quite as startling for them because they met before the event. It’s normal when we have people from all over the world together. The average is three for big events like this. So it’s fine. It’s just that Russia does give over a bigger threat, and I want to make sure that Shane doesn’t end up in the middle.”

Shane felt some shame from Ilya, and he pushed on that emotion, pushed it down to where it was gone in the bond, and Ilya didn’t feel it anymore. He felt the way that Ilya leaned into him more. Ilya put on a face of someone who didn’t care, but Shane felt like he had been made to show that face to everyone. Maybe this was good; they could find a place in the middle, Shane caring less and Ilya showing that he cared more. They would have to figure out their lives, what they wanted to do over the next year to get themselves settled to play in their league. Shane was already homeschooled, his mother making sure that he was educated the way that he would need to be for anything that he wanted to do. The business side of his life had been pushed more than other things, and Shane hadn’t cared about it then. He knew that it was good for him to know that. He needed to have a good grasp on his life before this all happened.

“I’m getting a list of new agents for you, Shane, that deal with Sentinels and Guides; typically, pairs have the same, but I didn’t want to presume on your end, Ilya, since you might want a Russian agent.”

“No, I don’t want a Russian one. They would not be willing to work with me, at least not ones that have ties to Russia anymore. Bonding with Shane makes that something they wouldn’t want. It’s going to be better if I have a different one.”

“Another question,” Yuna said.

“Mom,” Shane whined. He didn’t want his mother going crazy with this.

“I need something to work on today. You guys are just supposed to be taking care of the bond and figuring yourselves out, and I don’t need to be here with that. Your father will stay, and then we will talk tonight about when we want to head home.”

Shane sighed. It sounded like his mother had already gotten a lot of plans done.

“Is okay, Shane. She just wants to take care of us,” Ilya said. He squeezed Shane a little tighter and then kissed his cheek before he moved toward the table.

“I know. She just gets intense,” Shane said. He started to follow Ilya to the table, but a knock at the door had him stopping. he turned his mind toward the door, and he felt nothing but boredom.

“It should be the food,” David said.

Shane started for the door, but Ilya stopped him and headed to the door inside, so Shane stayed where he was. He waited for Ilya to take the cart from the delivery guy.

“Yuna, tip?”

“It’s by the door there.”

Ilya turned to look at the table and saw the money that was there. He picked it up and handed it over. Shane started to figure out what was on the plates to settle it down in front of who it was for. The plates for Shane and Ilya were much the same. Made for keeping their bodies going. Shane was happy that there wasn’t that much bacon on his. he liked the meat, but he preferred fish with breakfast, which there was a grilled filet of something with heavy spices on it for him.

“Fish for breakfast?” Ilya asked.

“It’s the main meat that I eat for breakfast,” Shane said.

“That’s good. Like it as well, just hate cooking it.”

Shane smiled. He didn’t mind making food for him and Ilya. Maybe they could settle into some kind of routine before they moved out of his parents’ and into their own place whenever they knew where they were going to be going. There was no sense in moving out of the house in Ottawa just to move again and have to keep up a house or an apartment when they were not going to be there, unless they were drafted by Ottawa. It would be easy to see that they could, given how dismal Ottawa had been lately. Still, they could go anywhere across two different countries, and their entry-level contracts were not going to be the best. Yes, there were signing bonuses, but Shane had ideas of what he wanted to do with his already.

“Your question?” Ilya asked once he had his breakfast sorted and things were buttered or covered in pepper and salt.

“Sorry, I got distracted. There were two different ways that we can make sure that you are protected even more than what your status as a Sentinel bonded to a Guide gives you. There are guardianship papers that would allow David and me to make decisions for you both.”

“Or?” Ilya asked.

“Or you can be emancipated and could file normal paperwork that would allow us to make those decisions.”

“What is easier?” Ilya asked.

“There is no easier. Given your age and how short of a time there is until you are eighteen, there is no reason that either of them would take more than a couple of weeks, and neither would actually need you to go into court. The system is well regulated like that. Either way, you will be a Canadian citizen in just a few weeks as well; that paperwork will be started when we get home. Giving up your Russian passport will make things easier. But you will be able to be a dual citizen if you want.”

“I do not want. Canadian passport is much, much better.”

“Okay, I’ll work on making sure that the paperwork is filled out. I have the family lawyer coming to meet us the day that we get home, evening, because he’s very busy. If you don’t like him, we can find another lawyer to handle this.”

Shane felt overwhelmed, but Ilya didn’t feel it. Shane tried to dig deeper into the bond to see if Ilya was hiding things, but no, he wasn’t. he felt wanted. There was something inside of him that made Shane feel like Ilya was loving this. It made Shane feel like no one had loved Ilya in a long while.

“Do you have any family that you would like to talk to?” Yuna asked.

“No,” Ilya said.

“No?” David asked, finally voicing something. It was hard for them to understand that Ilya wouldn’t want to see his mother again.

“My mother is dead. She died in…” Ilya looked at his food, using his fork to make a few moves with a bit of egg that was on the plate. “My father said it was an accident. That she accidentally took too many pills, but I don’t think it was an accident. I think that she thought it was the only way to escape him. I don’t think she could take it anymore. I don’t think that he did it on purpose either. I think that she needed to leave.”

“I’m sorry,” Yuna said.

Shane laid his hand on Ilya’s thigh, and he made sure that it was something that Ilya reacted to. He kept it there as well. He would talk to Ilya alone about it later.

“My brother loves me, but he hates me as well. He will be happy with what I have done because it will mean that I will be the favorite son no longer. He will also hate it because with me as the favorite son, I was treated like shit when I did anything that pissed him off. There are a lot of reasons I want out of there.”

Shane watched his mother’s face. She was thinking about something.

“What did you bring with you?” Yuna asked.

Ilya’s hand went to the necklace that Shane had seen on his neck before. He still wasn’t looking up from the plate. “Everything that mattered. I didn’t want to go home.”

“And why Shane?”

“We are alike, both good at hockey, being set up as rivals. I didn’t think that I could feel what I feel for him. I came to hopefully bond with someone so that I didn’t have to go home. I planned for it and would have gone home if it didn’t happen.”

“I see.”

Shane knew that his mother was smart. He knew that she saw more than she let on with that. She turned her gaze to Shane. “And you?”

“I am happy with the bond. It feels right,” Shane said. He wasn’t lying. It should feel wrong since they were both Guides, but it felt like something good. It felt like something that was going to make his life happy when nothing else but hockey had ever done that before.

“Good. We will go with whatever you want.”

“There is a third option, isn’t there?” Ilya asked.

“I am not sure what you mean?”

“It’s old-fashioned, but it’s more than the guardianship.”

“Adoption,” Yuna said.

Ilya nodded.

“You did our research. We can talk about that when we get home. We will figure out what makes you feel safest.”

Shane knew that things were going to go the way they needed to. His mother was going to make sure that Ilya was safe and never had to worry about his father. He didn’t have to worry about Russia at all. Then all they would have to worry about was hockey. That was all Shane cared about before this game, and now he had someone else to worry about, but for the first time in his life, he wasn’t sure that he had something other than hockey to have to worry about. He hated things that interrupted hockey. He hated school sometimes; he wanted to do it when he wanted to do it, not when someone else told him to do it. Then there were other things. He didn’t mind the stuff that his mother had him doing, small events where he got to talk to younger kids about hockey. He wanted to have something that was just for him, and now hockey and Ilya were just for him.

—

They were left alone just an hour after breakfast, and Ilya wasn’t sure if that was a good idea. There were no rules about their bedroom doors beyond the fact that they needed to answer if someone knocked; they didn’t have to open the door, but they needed to say something. It was going to be interesting to see what they were going to get up to.

Shane was sitting on the bed, and Ilya was sitting at the desk in the corner of the room.

There was a knock, and Ilya glanced at the door. He hadn’t heard David coming back to the suite. He got up and opened the door. A bag was handed over, and Ilya didn’t even look inside it. David said nothing before he turned to head back to the door, and he was leaving the suite again.

“Who is it?” Shane asked.

“Your father.”

“Let him in,” Shane said. The sound of him getting up had Ilya turning and shutting the door.

“He handed me this and said nothing either before just leaving. He’s out of the suite again.”

Shane took the bag and opened it up before he made a face and dropped the bag like there was something inside that scared him. He moved back over to the bed and sat down; his face was so red. Ilya was intrigued by what was in the bag, and he scooped it up again. He walked over to the bed and dumped the contents out. He felt his own blush creeping up his cheeks at the things that were dropped on the bed.

Ilya didn’t know what to say. He had lube in his bag because he jerked off way too much, according to his teammates, but he had never cared about it before. The fact that a man had gone out and bought several bottles of lube and two different boxes of condoms made Ilya feel like he wanted the floor to open up and drop him into the ground. He had planned on going out and getting more lube and some condoms when he talked Shane into going out on a lunch date with him. Maybe now it would be a dinner date, and they could stay inside and make use of the stuff in the bag.

The condoms were made for Sentinels who had allergens; the material was made not to rip or break as normal condoms did, and there were many mundanes who used them for that reason as well.

“I cannot believe that he did that,” Shane said.

“It’s good. We don’t have to go and buy them.”

“I almost would rather do that. I mean, it’s not like we are a little bit of news in the area.” Shane dropped back on the bed, and he looked up at the ceiling like he was trying to make Ilya forget that he was there by connecting with him.

Ilya moved the lube to the nightstand, and he dropped the condoms inside of the drawer before deciding to put out a single condom and leaving just a single bottle of lube out. He twisted off the cap, and he pulled the protective seal on the lube off. Then he put the lid back on because he wanted to do something with it, but he didn’t mind what they did. He wanted to have the deepest bond that he could have, and while it was possible to have it without sex, the sex was when they were most vulnerable, and that meant that they would easily fall into it more. It might help with the other sides of things as well. Because they were very much teenagers and talking wasn’t always something that they knew how to do. Shane was probably better at it than him.

When Shane still wasn’t looking at him, Ilya climbed onto the bed, and he moved to lean over Shane and look down at him. He braced his hands on either side of Shane’s head.

“We are alone,” Ilya said.

“And?” Shane asked, still not looking Ilya in the eyes.

“We could make use of at least one of those things. I say the lube, even the condom, could just be fun.”

“Condom? How could we use the condom without lube?” Shane asked, finally meeting Ilya’s gaze.

Ilya looked at Shane, and he tried to figure out if he was that virginal or if he didn’t know. He thought about how to answer it that would make him and Shane the most mortified, moving his body, getting to his knees on the floor, and leaning over to rub his face on Shane’s covered cock. It started to hurt, and Shane gasped, but his gaze went from following what Ilya was doing to looking up at the ceiling again. When Shane still didn’t look down at him, he crooked a finger under the edge of the sweats that Shane was wearing and pulled it down. His cock sprang free because he was not wearing any underwear. Ilya felt delighted at that. He smiled before he leaned up to lick from the base of Shane’s cock to the tip.

“Do you want?” Ilya asked.

“Do you?”

“Shane, I asked you.”

“Fuck,” Shane said, and he pushed his head into the bed and threw an arm over his eyes before he nodded.

The no words were something that Ilya didn’t like. He liked enthusiastic consent, so maybe he should move up the bed, and they could talk before doing this. He moved the sweats back up to cover Shane’s cock, and he was met with Shane looking at him again.

“Ilya?”

“Maybe we should talk first. I am sure that your parents just want to make sure that we didn’t need to ask for something that is so needed for sex between us.” Ilya lay down on the bed beside Shane, stretching out along his body but not touching him. He didn’t want to overwhelm him. “What have you done with someone?”

“Just like kissing and hand jobs.”

“And when you say hand jobs, you mean…”

“I got her off with my hand, and she jerked me off after that.”

“So you have never gone down on a girl?”

“No.”

“And none have gone down on you?”

Shane shook his head. Ilya didn’t make Shane look at him. No, he just settled down and propped his head on his hand.

“I’ve gone all the way with girls and boys. I love sex, and I don’t mind that I’ve had it before.”

“One of us should know what the fuck we are doing,” Shane said.

Ilya laughed, and he reached over, laying his hand on Shane’s stomach.

“Do you like fucking?” Shane asked.

“I like it. I’ve never felt a lot from other people, so fucking another Guide is going to be something that is new and a first for me.”

“I don’t care about firsts,” Shane said.

“No?” Ilya asked.

“No. I’ve never felt that kind of thing. I don’t care honestly, either way. I’m not good in social situations, and I never know when someone is flirting with me or just wanting to talk to me. So it makes things weird.”

“I’ve been flirting with you since the beginning,” Ilya said.

“I’ve wondered what it’s like to have a cock inside of me, inside of my mouth, my ass. I just never…”

“MLH was the option you had, and you wanted to make sure that you were not going to get kicked out for being gay. Or bisexual like me?”

“I think gay. I really can’t hide from that now, can I?”

“Is okay. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want.” Ilya cared for Svetlana, and he never thought he would feel about someone else as he felt about her. It wasn’t love; they were too new to each other for that kind of feeling, but protective. Ilya hated the world they lived in that made them both hide.

“I know. I kind of… want to get it over with?” Shane said. He finally turned his head to look at Ilya. “It’s this big thing. I know it’s not, but it is in my head. Like it’s this big deal and my father just went out and bought lube and condoms so that I wouldn’t have to ask. It’s what he does when it comes to things like that. He was the one who got me lube, never saying anything, just leaving it in the bathroom when he bought my deodorant and other things at the store. I always put my things I needed on a list on the fridge. The first time I wrote lube on there after it, I was mortified, but neither of them said anything. Dad made sure that I knew I could ask for condoms as well, and I did once, putting the name brand on the list instead of just the word condom. I never used one of them and threw them out when they expired.”

“My stepmother caught that stuff and just kept on buying it at the rate she thought I would need it. I gave some away to friends because I never needed as much as she thought I did. My brother did. I liked sex, but I like the act of having it with people, and I always use a condom.”

Shane nodded, and his face changed, like he was thinking about something. Ilya let him go through it. They had been going through a lot of things over the last day, and it was very much on Shane to set the pace. Ilya knew what he would say no to and what he would say yes to. It was Shane who hadn’t done things like this before. There was a lot of stuff in Ilya’s past that would make issues, but maybe if this bond between them deepened, there would be no issues with Ilya sharing it. He could feel the bruise on his hip from being checked into the boards, but it had covered up the fading bruise from his father shoving him into a table. He didn’t know what Shane would do if he ever met Ilya’s father, but it probably wasn’t going to be something good.

“Would you want to use condoms with me?”

“Before getting the results from the test? Yes. After that, if we are able to shower and clean up? No.” Ilya laid a hand on Shane’s chest, rubbing it around and dipping it down to his lower belly. He knew that they were attracted to each other, but he didn’t want to have something go wrong with this. There were so many ways this could go wrong. Shane didn’t seem to really think about sex. He got hard; he got off using his hand. That was about it. Ilya could respect that, and he understood. Shane’s life was hockey, and he had a goal in mind that didn’t allow for a lot of movement. Shane loved hockey; Ilya loved what hockey gave him: the chance to get out of Russia and the ability to never have to go back.

Things were calm right now, but things were going to get worse. Ilya knew that he had to talk to someone about his father. He would have to show them. That way his father would never be able to get his hands on him. He liked the idea of being adopted by the Hollanders. It wasn’t going to look like anything other than them taking in the Sentinel of their son. It wasn’t like they were going to be looked at like brothers, but it gave Ilya a level of protection that the other two methods did not.

“You want to be adopted, don’t you?” Shane asked like he was reading Ilya’s mind.

“It’s safer. It makes things easier.” Ilya let his hand slip down even more, and Shane gasped as Ilya got his hand under the edge of Shane’s underwear. “Naked?”

“You don’t want to strip me?”

“It’s not as fun as it sounds; much better to get ourselves naked. There are times when ripping your shirt off your head sounds fun but is not sexy to get the socks off.”

Shane laughed, the movement making Ilya’s hand move as well, and he could feel the sound of the laugh in his skin.

“Are there any friends in your friends group who wouldn’t like this?” Ilya asked.

Shane shrugged. “I don’t have a lot of close friends. I moved up too fast in the game because I’m fucking good. Left the guys I had played with for years behind. The guys were older on my current team for a long time, but now some of my old friends have moved up. They don’t hate me; it’s just hard to make time for friends when I spend all of my time in hockey.”

“Hmm, so I will have to make sure that you rest. Okay.”

Ilya kissed him. Shane grabbed the back of his head and used it to keep Ilya right there. He could feel the tautness in Shane’s arm, keeping Ilya where he wanted him. It was good. It was the right way of things. Ilya didn’t want to move either, but they had to. It was hard enough to get naked when alone in bed. So Ilya broke the kiss; it was hard because Shane didn’t want to let go. Ilya didn’t want to stop teasing him either.

“Naked?” Shane asked.

Ilya nodded. He got up off the bed and stripped off his things. He didn’t look at Shane because he was afraid of what would happen if he did. Then, when he was naked, he turned. Shane had his pants off, and they were folded and stacked on the dresser. Ilya watched as Shane took off his shirt and did the same with it, and then the socks came next and were put down beside the shirt and pants. Lastly was his underwear, and it was folded and put on the other side of the socks. His ass was on display, and Ilya couldn’t wait for the day he could taste him there. That was going to have to be after they showered, maybe even together, where Ilya could make sure he was clean all over in the perfect way before getting him to bed over and Ilya to feast.

There were probably going to be a lot of things that Ilya did with him that Shane hadn’t thought about before. It felt a little like corrupting an innocent, but not in the horrible way. No, more in the way that it was just the way that they were.

Shane looked at Ilya’s cock, and then he looked up at his face.

“Do we have to use condoms for oral?” Shane asked as he stepped up, kissing Ilya before he could answer.

Ilya let Shane have the kiss he wanted, even when the tongue pressed to his lips and asked to be let in, Ilya obliged. He devoured Shane as he touched, finding out what his Guide felt like all over. The way that their bond was humming told Ilya that they were well matched. He wasn’t sure how the bond was so easy when it was two Guides, which should be impossible. Yet, there it was, and it felt like the only safe space that Ilya had in his life. He would do anything for Shane, give him anything. Ilya walked them toward the bed, and Shane broke the kiss when the bed hit the back of his legs; then he sat down, putting himself close to eye level with Ilya’s cock.

“It’s less chance but not a no chance,” Ilya said.

Shane nodded, and he looked at the cock in front of him, and he touched it. Ilya cupped the back of Shane’s head, and he thought about what this could be between them. Ilya had once felt like he would tarnish whoever ended up with him, but with Shane it felt like they were claiming each other. That they were going to make their lives better. He just wanted him. he just wanted to be happy. He wanted to feel safe, and Shane made him feel safe. Not just the shelter that he was giving by them being together, but the whole way that Shane’s mind wrapped around him. It was close to what Ilya had been taught that it was like for a Sentinel. It made sense, and Ilya wondered if it felt the same for Shane. That he was being shielded by a Guide and what a Sentinel would feel. It was going to be interesting to figure out what kind of life they were going to have.

The touches were light, and Ilya felt like he was going to go crazy before he got Shane to really touch him. Ilya had never wanted someone like he wanted Shane; it wasn’t even that Shane was pretty. It wasn’t just the bond. It was a deep ache inside of him that he needed to have Shane in all the ways. It was going to drive him insane if he didn’t have him.

Shane leaned in, and he touched the tip of his tongue to the slit at the head of Ilya’s cock. He licked it, and then he made a face as the taste hit him. Ilya knew that look well because he had seen it before, usually when other guys tasted what they themselves tasted like. It was a different taste than what a woman tasted like. Ilya liked both for different reasons, but he could live without the taste of a woman on his tongue again. He had craved men for a lot longer than he craved women but never touched them until he was sure that he could get away with it. Until he was sure that he found those who would not have the chance of being found.

“You like?” Ilya asked.

Shane nodded, and he licked more at his head, his hand coming up to hold him in place by his cock. Ilya waited to let Shane do what he wanted to do. He had a feeling that they were not going to use as many condoms as Shane’s parents thought they were going to. It wasn’t because they weren’t being safe but because he had a feeling that for a while it was going to be more about this than anything else, touching and being as close as possible without the whole penetration thing. Ilya was going to get inside of more than his mouth today, but it was at Shane’s pace.

Ilya groaned when Shane took him into his mouth. It was easy to figure out what Shane was doing before he did it: the careful movements, the careful bobbing that made sure that he didn’t gag. Ilya wasn’t that much bigger than Shane. He had seen Shane’s cock when he had gotten naked; they had both been hard, but Ilya had a little length on him, and they were about the same width.

Then Shane just started to move, bobbing and making noises as he sucked him. It was so much fucking pleasure that Ilya had to hold him tighter by the back of his head because if not, he was going to float away. He could feel echoes of the pleasure that Shane was getting from this down the bond. He used his own part of the bond to poke at Shane to make him broadcast more, just to him. He wrapped his mind around Shane’s even more, and he reveled in the pleasure he was given by Shane’s mouth on him.

Ilya realized that he was being ruined for anyone else. He hadn’t planned on ever having someone else because that would mean the chance he would be sent home for breaking the heart of his Guide. He had just never thought that he would be attuned to Shane. He pushed his pleasure into Shane, and Shane pushed his back. It was a feedback loop that had Ilya nearly coming before he got inside of Shane’s ass. He used his grip on Shane’s hair to pull his head back, and the slight pain from Shane echoed, and before Ilya could apologize, Shane moaned.

“You like that? Me holding you off my cock? The slight pain of this?” Ilya asked.

Shane didn’t need to answer; the utter look of pleasure on his face said it all. Ilya would have to have a lot of fun figuring out what kind of rough sex they could have that got them both off.

“On the bed and I’ll suck you a little.”

Shane moved as soon as Ilya let him go. He scooted back on the bed, and then he was dropping back, his legs spread and his whole body on display. Ilya felt like he was one of the few who got to see Shane like this, even beyond what he said he had and hadn’t done with others; it was the fact that he was so high on pleasure that he was not allowing himself to feel self-conscious.

Ilya kneed onto the bed, and he moved like a predator until he was between Shane’s legs, getting his cock to brush Shane’s. Shane’s eyes closed, and Ilya struck, going for his neck, wanting to leave a mark that said everything bout them. He wasn’t a Sentinel, but he felt like all of his senses were imprinting on Shane, and it was heady as he smelled the change in Shane’s scent, as just rocking together like that with Ilya sucking a bruise into his skin made Shane nearly come.

“Fuck,” Shane said when Ilya pulled back to where he was barely touching him. They needed to calm down. Shane was breathing so hard and his chest heaving; his pecs were massive and very much like a set of woman’s tits. Ilya wanted them under his mouth, but he couldn’t wait for that, taking Shane down to nothing by getting him worked up over and over before finally fucking him. He couldn’t wait until Ilya was done feeling like it was a prize to get inside of him.

“Yes, we are going to.”

Shane reached up and hit Ilya on his side; it was a tap that Ilya was more than used to, but he still reached out and grabbed Shane’s wrist and then the other when he brought it up like he was going to fight him. He pressed them down into the bed and watched the way that Shane’s eyes widened in shock, and then there was a flush of even deeper arousal down then. They were going to be so fucking good together.

Ilya let go of his hands, and he moved down, grabbing the lube as he did. He got down to where he could move one of Shane’s legs up over his shoulder, and then he snapped open the lube to slick up his fingers. He pressed one to Shane’s hole, and he circled it around, not pushing in, just teasing. he heard the groan from Shane and then the movement of the bed. Ilya could see him in his mind as he pushed his head back into the bed and tried not to come from just that. They were both high on arousal, and it wasn’t going to last long, but first times between people rarely did because the anticipation made them come faster. Ilya would make up for it by having Shane again later that day, making it even better now that the first time was done with. he still wanted Shane’s first time to be good. He wanted to make sure that Shane was good with them keeping on doing this.

Licking up the whole length of Shane’s cock, Ilya got to the tip of his cock, and then he pushed down at the same time that he pushed his finger inside for Shane. The shout was covered at the end, but it got Ilya what he wanted; Shane read for him in all the ways. Ilya bobbed on his cock but never let him get close to orgasm, as he used his fingers to slick up Shane and get him to relax to the feel of things inside of his ass. It took a little less than Ilya thought it was going to, and he was going to have to ask about that when they were.

When Shane was ready, Ilya pulled off his cock and grabbed his shirt where he had tossed it. He wiped his fingers on the shirt before he moved up again to grab the condom. He got the wrapper open and looked at where Shane was looking at his cock as he rolled it down there. Shane had it in his mouth; now it was going to go inside of his ass. He would like to have it inside of Shane already, but Ilya wanted to make this fucking good because there was no part of him that wanted to hurt Shane, at least not that kind of hurt.

Ilya grabbed the lube and slicked up his cock before he wiped his hands again, and he grabbed Shane’s legs and lifted them up so he could see the hole.

“Ilya,” Shane hissed, but he didn’t try to get his legs free of Ilya’s hands. “What are you doing?”

“Hmm, looking. I want to see me going inside of you,” Ilya said.

Shane flushed even redder at that, and he looked away.

“Ah, no. You are going to take part in this. Hold me still so I can get inside of you. You can do it. I know you can. You are so good for me. You want to have me inside of you.” Ilya kept up the words of praise, and it wasn’t long before Shane reached down, and he gripped the base of Ilya’s cock and used what he could see to try and aim him the right way. When Ilya touched, and it was just above his hole, Shane angled it down. Then it was there; the head of Ilya’s cock was right at Shane’s hole, and he held it there.

Ilya pushed inside of Shane so slowly that he felt like he was going to go crazy. There was so much going on inside of Ilya’s head that all he could project was pleasure. He knew that they were going to come so fucking fast and there was no stopping it, but Ilya was inside of Shane; he pressed skin to skin, and it was so fucking good. Ilya dropped Shane’s legs, and he had to kiss him. He dropped down to where he could do that, and he sucked Shane’s tongue into his mouth. Then they were rocking. Ilya wasn’t even sure which of them was rocking more because it was unending pleasure all over Ilya, and he wasn’t able to hold in a scream, but he didn’t want to do that. So he closed his mouth over Shane’s shoulder, and he screamed into the skin there, and she bit down, leaving a bruise behind that was going to be the perfect size of Ilya’s mouth.

Shane came first, and it pulled Ilya with him, the orgasm echoing back and forth to where it felt like it was never going to end. Ilya slumped into Shane when they both finally settled, and he didn’t care that his cock was still inside of Shane. He didn’t care that he was a sweaty mess. He just wanted to stay like this. Sex had never been this good, and he didn’t know if it was because of the bond, the fact that Ilya could let go, or it was just Shane.

Ilya felt Shane’s arms coming up over his shoulders and holding him in place there; the feeling of Shane’s come between them started to make Ilya feel like he needed to get washed up, but his body was boneless, so he just stayed there.

“I think that we are going to kill each other with this,” Shane said.

“Da,” Ilya said because it was the only word he could say.

It was too perfect.

—

Ilya’s skate hit the ice, and he felt the way that it gave to the blade on his foot. He was at one end of the rink, and Shane was at the other. It had been two weeks of having too much to do to even get on the ice, and it was the longest time that Ilya had been off the ice in the time that he could remember. It was the same for Shane, and they had been going a little bit insane.

This was a whole new team for Shane and for Ilya, so Ilya didn’t feel too bad when he watched as the others who were part of it looked at the two of them like they were strange. The Sentinel and Guide national team for Canada. Ilya was already a Canadian citizen. It had been so fucking easy, and things took little time at all. Today was the first practice for the ones who were not on a professional team. There were a lot who were still in juniors, but others were waiting for the drafts. It was pretty small, but that was a given since there was only a single national team for the Sentinels and Guides, and a lot of them played on the SHL. Despite Ilya and Shane both coming online when they were younger, it was rare for that to happen.

Shane’s happiness at being on the ice again was good. It hadn’t been on purpose that they hadn’t gotten on the ice after getting back to Ottawa, but there was just so much shit going on, and it had taken Shane that long to get things settled with Ilya. They were in Shane’s bedroom, and there was a very high-tech white noise machine that was on the outside of the door, and even when they were just going in there for time, they turned it on. It made it hard for Yuna and David to hear anything that was going on in the room, which was good because Ilya had never felt such skin hunger as he had after having Shane for the first time.

It hadn’t taken long for them to try the other way around, and it had been good enough, but Shane hadn’t been into it; he had gotten Ilya off, but it took Ilya stroking him to get off. Shane just didn’t get off to fucking someone with his cock, which was fine. Ilya had liked being fucked well enough, but he didn’t want to do anything that Shane didn’t like.

“Rozanov,” the coach yelled out.

Ilya skated over to him, and he found that Shane was headed over naturally.

“Hollander’s been known to most of these guys for years, but you are not a known beyond how to try and get the puck from you.”

Ilya laughed at the coach’s words. They had met before today, when Ilya had been asked to join Shane on the national team. Ilya had agreed because he prided himself on being on Russia’s team, but he felt like he felt a little more proud for the country that accepted him as who he was.

“I have a new guy on the team as well; his name is Steve Wright, and he came online a few months ago. He’s good and settled, and I figured that he’ll do well with you two. He’s not here today because of requirements for college and having to take classes on a few things that he couldn’t get out of. So you two will be on the line with the captain today. How do you guys do with being wingers as well as centers?”

“I’m stronger as a left wing over right,” Shane said.

“I can do either.”

“Well, it’s good that John’s a right winger, then isn’t it? You two decide who is doing what for the first drills, but we are going to do simple things for now.”

Ilya would take wing. he had already decided that. For now. Later they could play more with each other and figure out what worked best for them when they were on the same line. The best thing that they could do was make sure that they could play in different lines. Two very strong lines meant that there were more chances to score for the right team than them both on the same line, with the second line being weak as hell. The ability to make sure that they were the best would mean that they would make first and second line faster once they were on an SHL team.

Practice passed with the same feeling that all hockey practices did. It was the feeling of Shane being happy when he did something right, and it fed Ilya loving what they were doing, which fed back to Shane. They never turned down the bond at all; they stayed connected no matter what. It wasn’t like they were ever that far away from each other. It didn’t hurt them, and they felt like it was something that they needed.

Shane got so happy playing even just in practice that Ilya figured that he was going to end up half hard most days when they were practicing. At least the gear they wore covered most of that; he would also have to make sure that his underwear could help him cover that up as well. The best thing was that the showers were all kind of blocked off from each other in most facilities that had the Sentinel and Guide teams that played in there. After the game, the urge to fight was still there, and the adrenaline still affected the Sentinels the same. So there was no chance of being looked at when the players showered in a different area than the rest. There were still some bigger areas that had many showers and no walls between, but there were so many closed-off stalls as well. At least in Canada. Ilya had looked into that. The USA had new facilities that were made like that, retrofitting the old stuff to make it better, but in the end, Canada had been the lead on that because they were the country that had a lot of hockey teams from the little kids level down to the adult leagues.

Ilya came off the ice, and he felt the yearning from Shane to stay on it, so he sat down, and when Shane made to come off to follow him, Ilya just waved him back on the ice.

—

Shane felt like he belonged on the ice. He had missed it over the last two weeks after being on it so much for the last competition. He was glad when Ilya waved him back onto the ice, even as he tried to figure out what Ilya got out of it.

Then halfway through the routine that Shane did when he had time on the ice alone, he felt it, the low arousal, the want. The way that Ilya watched him. If Shane didn’t know any better, he would think that Ilya was a Sentinel, watching his prey on the ice to figure out the ways to make sure that he was going to lose.

When Shane was winding down because he was really done, Ilya joined him again. He went through warm-ups, and then they were on the ice in the battle. There was just the puck and checks into the ice, the boards, and everywhere. They fought for the goals; empty nets meant nothing because they blocked each other as much as a goalie would do.

This was why they were being kept out of the draft this year because this kind of thing was making them both put off so many pleasure hormones that it would send the team into a rut of some kind. Ilya was smug when he blocked Shane from scoring, an asshole when he stole the puck, and full of pride when he was able to check Shane. The emotions were a jumble for Shane when he did any of that. They weren’t that rough with each other, but it showed that they could take a beating and still keep on going with one of them going crazy.

There were people watching them, and they knew it, but they didn’t care. Shane had seen the counts in the practice, and it was something that he was well used to. Ilya was as well, but they weren’t performing for them. No, they were performing for each other. A peacock of a dance that made them both want each other more. The need was something that Shane was still getting used to because before Ilya, he hadn’t felt like this about anyone. Even his past girlfriend never made him want to have them naked in his bed all the time. He didn’t know if that meant he was gay or not, but he didn’t care because when it came to his sexuality now, it was just Ilya, just like he was the only thing that Ilya wanted. He didn’t think that Ilya was out trying to look at anyone else.

“Showers!” the coach yelled when the game was locked in a battle of neither of them getting another goal. They didn’t even keep track of who had more. It was just the thrill of it being a win for them personally.

Shane was reluctant to leave the ice, but he did, following Ilya off and heading for the showers. The others had cleared out already, and there was a shower left that was in place for when the Sentinels and Guides needed to have time alone. It wasn’t usually in use most of the time, but it was there. The net all over it meant that nothing inside of it made it out, not sound, not pleasure. Shane went for it after tripping off, and he made sure to flick the switch to make sure that the door wasn’t going to open unless there was someone who overrode it and it was only in an emergency. If they were in there more than an hour, they would be checked on.

Ilya brought their supplies with him while Shane was getting himself wet. His libido had gotten so much higher, and he wasn’t sure it was because he was actually attracted to Ilya or it was a bleed-off from Ilya having a high one. He didn’t care either way.

They were both sweaty and covered in the scents of others, which was something that was always going to happen given how much they touched each other while play; just the normal spread of scents was enough to make a Sentinel go feral, hence the showers. The sport was so fucking good at making sure that they were well taken care of.

“You are beautiful on the ice; I thought so when you were playing against me before, but this was something else,” Ilya said as he washed out his hair with the shampoo that he had. Shane had his own because his hair didn’t work with Ilya’s stuff that he used for his curls.

“And you look like a fucking dream.” Shane was glad that their first time on the ice together as a bonded pair was around others. They hadn’t meant it to be, but they had a lot of things they had done over the last while.

Ilya’s paperwork had taken a lot of work, but thankfully Shane’s mom had been able to handle what was needed for it. His father only needed to sign a few things, and working for the government meant that things could be done in his office when notaries and the like were needed. Then it was getting Ilya a driver’s license; it had been two days of intense study for him to get ready, and he had passed the written with ease, and then the driving just an hour later. He could read English really well, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to learn French. Shane wasn’t sure that it would benefit him at all to learn more than a few phrases, but that was for Ilya to decide.

They were bonded now, fully in the eyes of the law, and that meant that marriage didn’t need to happen, but Shane kind of wanted it down the road. Not now when they were like this, but at a point where they felt like they were truly in love. Right now they were in lust. Which was just fine.

“Shane,” Ilya said in the tone that Shane knew well.

Shane turned to face Ilya again. He found Ilya leaning against the wall, stroking his cock while looking at Shane. Then his face angled down to the floor. Shane swallowed, and he knew what Ilya wanted. He wanted it too. He just didn’t know if it was all he wanted. He had come just the day before by sucking Ilya’s cock, which had been a revelation. It had triggered Ilya’s orgasm, but Shane felt like he wanted something else.

Their tests had come back. Outside of if they didn’t want to shower after, they didn’t use condoms. Felt so much better when Ilya came inside of him. Shane wondered if there was something else going on with them a few times because they were getting off on things that Guides should not.

Shane walked over, and he pressed his hands to the wall on either side of Ilya’s head, and he leaned in but didn’t kiss him. “What do you want?”

Ilya swallowed, his eyes going black with want. He was primed for Shane to do whatever he wanted. Shane knew that he held the power. Ilya never once denied him anything he wanted, and when that included fucking him from behind while holding his head up by his hair, the pain of that and the feeling of being fucked with abandon had made Shane come hard that he felt like he nearly blacked out.

“You. On your knees. Choking on my cock.”

Shane laughed, and he dove in for a kiss. He grabbed Ilya’s hips when he dropped his arms, and then he went down and took Ilya’s cock in his mouth in a single shove down it. He started to bob up and down; he knew what Ilya liked at this point, just like Ilya knew what he liked when Ilya sucked him. There wasn’t a sex thing that hated when it was them, beyond Shane being the one penetrating Ilya. It had felt wrong, and Shane didn’t like how he felt after it. He would rather just stick with what they liked, which was pretty much anything else. Shane was dominant when he wanted to be but usually let Ilya take the reins on that.

Then there was the feel of a hand on his hair, and then Ilya was tightening that hold, then he held Shane in place and fucked his mouth. It was hard and fast, with the head hitting the back of his throat each time. Today had been a test, and they passed it, but this was going to be hard to make themselves not do it, but hopefully the bond settling as they got more used to it would mean that they could wait until they got home.

Just before Ilya was ready to come, he pulled out of Shane’s mouth, and he came all over Shane’s face. It settled something inside of Shane that he didn’t realize that he needed. Yeah, the soap would wash off the scent to all but the strongest Sentinel, but it wasn’t like they were going to get close enough to smell that it was coming from Shane’s face. Ilya pulled Shane up to kiss him before walking back to get them under the water again. They rinsed off, and then Ilya was on his knees, sucking Shane just like Shane had been doing to him.

Shane pulled out just before Ilya made him come, and he did the same thing to Ilya that Ilya did to him, and Ilya reveled in it.

They were going to kill each other with this, and Shane knew it. It was fucking perfect.