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“Y-you want me to be a girl?”
Ilya rubbed the base of one of his thumbs with the other. Seeing Ilya’s shyness so plainly made Shane’s nose twitch.
“No, not all the time,” Ilya said after a moment. “And not if you don’t want to. Never if you don’t want to. I just . . . I think about it, sometimes.”
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Ilya loves his life and his husband. But lately, he's found himself missing girls. Luckily, Shane is happy to indulge this fantasy.
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In his sleep, Robert appears- for once in his life- like he’s not stressed to hell and back. The frown lines on his forehead are smooth and lax, and even the exhausted bruises that paint the skin below his eyes a sickly purple seem diminished in the soothing glow of Chad’s bedside lamp. He’s still scruffy and unfortunately clothed in that hideous uniform, but all that does is add to the reality of Robert being here, safe and comfortable in Chad’s bed.
Without even realizing he’s doing it, Chad reaches out and smooths his hand over the messy puff of Robert’s hair. The other man hums quietly and turns towards the warmth of his palm, and Chad flinches back like he’s somehow, impossibly, been burned. Robert’s face creases into that oh-so familiar frown as if Chad’s touch was wanted in the first place, and a spike of longing spears through him.
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25 Jan 2026
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Robert mumbled something he couldn't catch.
"What? I don't understand what you're saying," he tried, going for a calm tone. Calm-ish. His heart was beating out of his chest with adrenaline.
"... he put something in my drink."
Flambae froze for a second... then cursed, pulling the burning t-shirt off his back, stomping it out on the ground before getting his leather jacket; it was treated with fire-retardant. He would probably need it.
Shit. Fuck, he had to get his shit together.
"Robert. I need you to tell me where you are. Okay? Are you alone? Are you hurt?" he bit out. He'd done his fair share of clubbing - a little less now that he had a regular job, but still - and he'd also seen his fair share of... Nope. If he thought about that he would catch the whole fucking building on fire.
"I... I knocked him out," Robert said. There was an audible swallow. Flambae was concentrating so hard, he could hear the dry click of the man's throat as it worked. Or maybe he just imagined it.
"Fucking good. I'm coming to get you. But I need to know where the fuck you are, do you remember?" he asked, already out the door, taking the stairs down two at a time instead of waiting for the elevator.Series
- Part 4 of Head Game
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25 Jan 2026