AN: Okay, shell of a once human wth no life here! As you saw (if you checked, and really you should) this is rated M, meaning this contains Mature content. What kind of mature content? Well, there is mentions of miscarriage, there is Yaoi (gay sex, for the uneducated) and, Mpreg (male pregnancy). You have been warned, so if you don't like it, then don't read it. With all that rocket science cleared up, here is the preview of a new fic I am thinking about writing

Enjoy~

Viktor,

It is time you took a partner, you know as well as I do the problems that will arise should you fail to produce an heir. I will not have our organizations compromised by your selfish desire to remain a bachelor. You will be ready to go with me to pick out your fiancé this weekend, I will be at your private airport at 7. Be ready.

-Yakov

Viktor chuckled as he read the message sent by his long-time advisor. Yakoff had been badgering him to settle down for years now, it seems he was finally fed up. It was all over the tabloids for months now, the famous Viktor Nikiforov, only surviving member of the Nikiforov family, has yet to take a wife. Such things tend to become problematic when one heads the Russian Mafia. Minor rifts have been drawn between certain groups within the mafia, all trying to gain Viktor's favor so they might inherit his position and wealth when he passes. It was really very irritating, in Viktor's opinion, and it was for a combination of these reasons that Viktor didn't argue when Yakov marched him up to the gates of the biggest whore house in Detroit.

"Celestino is a good friend of mine, he has a good selection and his prices are fair. He treats his bitches well so they are generally in good condition when you purchase them." Yakov proclaimed, as they where lead through the gardens by a beautiful woman in a yukata. Viktor raised a brow at the choice of attire, but it became apparent why she was dressed as such when they reached what appeared to be a grove of cherry blossom tree's. There was a large pond in the back filled with large koi, and standing in front of it all was a line of gorgeous men and women arranged according to height, and all dressed in intricately patterned furisode. A man, presumably Celestino met them with a booming laugh.

"Welcome Mr. Nikiforov! I am delighted to have see you settling down at last! These are all my eligible candidates, displayed behind me here, feel free to talk to them and see who you might like." He gestured to the line behind him.

As he got closer he realised all of them were waring name tags displaying the name and age of who wore them. It made Viktor mildly uncomfortable.

He started at the beginning, looking down the line. Phichit, age 20. Leo, age nineteen. Guang hong, age 17. The line went on, but Viktor was focused elsewhere. A movement off to the side had caught his attention, and that's when he saw him. This man bore no tag, and was off to the side, out of the way though Viktor couldn't understand why one would want him out of the way. This man was breathtaking. His ethereal skin seemed to glow in contrast to his black hair, hanging loose and framing his face. The glasses he wore detracted nothing from his creamy chocolate eye burning intensely though thick black lashes, pink tinted lips were pursed in concentration as he stared Viktor down. He was an angel in human form.

Viktor threw the man his signature wink and smile combination, the one that never failed to have the women falling at his feet and called out to him. "Hello, what is your name little one?"

The man who before was intense and brave, the only one who dared stare, now flushed and stared at his feet meekly. Viktor found this incredibly endearing.

Celestino laughed once again, running a nervous hand over the back of his neck. "That's Yuuri, he's pretty yes, but I'm afraid I can't sell him to you."

Viktor smiled sweetly, "I don't see why you can't sell him to me, you must know money is not a problem." The threat of what may become a problem was thinly veiled.

Celestino was sweating bullets. "Mr. Nikiforov, I meant no offence I merely thought you wouldn't want him! He was purchased once before, but the man sent him back for an exchange! I am sure it wasn't anything Yuuri himself could have helped but he was never able to carry a child to term, he miscarried every time…he has been married and divorced in little over two years." the man shot an apologetic glance towards Yuuri, who looked on the verge of a mental breakdown.

Viktor kept up his stubborn façade with masterful precision, but his heart ached with pity for the beautiful man. "Do you think that something such as what happened makes im any less desirable?" Viktor asked, his tone lace with poison as his eyes narrowed in contempt, though his smile never faltered. Celestino recoiled fearfully, shaking his head in rapid disagreement. "Good! I will be taking Yuuri home now, Yakov. Please pay Mr. Celestino any amount he desires."

And Viktor left, leading out a spluttering angel, and leaving behind an indignant advisor.

AN: This is legit just a taste, its not done, and I have a general idea of where I want this to go. The thing is, my last three stories where left incomplete, because people forget to review. I have the attention span of a goldfish, so if I don't have the nagging guilt in he back of my head that yes, someone is reading this and yes they are waiting for an actual chapter, I lose interest and forget to upload the next chapter. So here's the plan. If you want to see where this goes, Review! I really would hate to have to do something unfortunate to Yurio…

Yuri Plisetsky- Who are you talking to you idiot!?

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