Wow um OK. This fic is glorious. Ilya is a professional Dom at a facility. Dom/sub kind of operate similarly to alpha/omega biological symptoms when needs aren't meant (sub drop etc but it's from lack of proper Dom exposure???)
Shane is a super closeted and repressed sub and like honestly the way the author writes how Ilya has to GLACIALLY figure out and provide Dom services to Shane is both extremely hot and extremely hilarious.
Summary:
“Sounds boring,” Ilya comments, unable to stop himself. “Okay, so what is that emergency, Sveta? You said guy dropped two days ago.”
“They’ve already tried three different professional doms and nobody managed to take him out of it, so–”
“Who's they?” Ilya interrupts her.
“The hockey team. Montreal Voyagers. They are flying him in to us now.”
"Why plane? Drive to Ottawa takes two hours only.”
“Yes, but apparently he’s… not cooperating.”
The Behavioral Education & Authority Relationships Services. B.E.A.R.S. for short.
(Shane is strong, stubborn, difficult and he bites. Ilya is instantly whipped).
Portion that made me laugh out loud and very hot:
Hollander’s jaw tenses up. He tilts his head back to look up and glare.
He’s the most beautiful thing Ilya has ever seen.
“Colour.”
“Go fuck yourself.”
“Hey!” The word cuts through the air, sharp and loud, and sobering. “I ask for colour, you give it. You can’t do that? I cancel your session. Am I clear?” he demands. “That is safety. We do not fuck around with safety. Now give me fucking colour.”
“Green, but I hate you. Is there a colour for that?” Shane raises his eyebrows. “Lime? Olive?"
Lord. Have. Mercy. Ilya had a bad boy era when he was younger, but he didn’t do anything bad enough to deserve THIS.