Disclaimer: All character belongs to Kubo-sensei (or Mama Kubo as my sister likes to call her)
Note: Was originally in Indonesian, but a friend wanted to read it in English, and why not? ^^
Chapter 1
Being a male succubus was already hard enough, Yuuri found that his powers are deteriorating because of the lack of energy. He hadn't harvested anyone in a while. Not in few years. He felt weaker by the minute.
"At this point," he thought to himself, "I will be deceased before my first heat." He sighed. It's not like he didn't try. A succubus's job is to seduce men and feed on their sexual energy, seems like a job fit for a woman. A male succubus wasn't a catastrophic thing, it's just really, really rare. There's only a few male succubi in Underworld Realm. Yuuri was one of them and he had a friend, Chris who was also a male succubus.
He pondered around the realm thinking about his fate. Also, it's not rare for a succubus to die at young age. If he dies before his heat, he would die a slowly painless death. That was because, after a succubus had their heat, they became powerful and their power slowly became their life force. And using it excessively will result in a painfully excruciating death. So, Yuuri was already accepting his fate in dying before his heat. But he would like to experience it once. One succubus told him that after the heat it would be easier to seduce men. 'Easy for her to say' Yuuri wondered.
He felt a hand touching his backside lewdly. He shivered in shocked and turned around. He saw his friend, Chris, grinning at him. "How's your life going?" Chris asked.
Yuuri smiled. "Hi Chris," he greeted, "life is going swimmingly, thank you very much"
The other succubus knew that something was bothering his friend. "Do you need another energy transfer? You look really pale."
"Hmm…no thanks" Yuuri replied, "you shouldn't be over using your powers. You'll die a painful death. Also, you won't have energy left."
Chris scoffed while putting his arm around his tiny friend's shoulder. "You know I have no problem in seducing men, especially after my heat" he smirked.
"Not everyone is blessed with a sexy body like you, Chris. I had to work hard to seduce people, and I have no confidence that I can." He adjusted his glasses. "I'm not sexy enough I guess."
"Says who?" Chris looked at him in the eye. "Remember when you were drunk?"
Yuuri blushed. The memories of the last party he attended came crawling back into his mind like a vengeance. It was at someone's birthday party and Chris dragged him to come. It was some human that Chris seduced before and they both donned a human form. Yuuri didn't know what alcohol was and drank a bottle of it. He got drunk and proceed to do unspeakable things to the guests. He remembered grinding up to someone he couldn't remember.
"I've seen things you can do, Yuuri." Chris continued. "You were amazing at the party."
"Please stop saying that." He could have blushed harder if he can.
Chris chuckled. "Okay, let's go." He pulled Yuuri's arm indicating that the young succubus should follow him.
Yuuri was confused. "Where are we going?" he asked.
"It's night time in human world, I'm putting you out in the field tonight."
Yuuri panicked. "Why?"
Chris smirked. "I found a good human and I decided to let you have him."
He brought Yuuri to the human world, to a nice and posh looking apartment. Yuuri didn't know what to do, really. He was hoping that Chris would teach him what to do. But both of them were already breaking the succubus rules. 'Never bring another succubus to harvest'. If he underworld knew about this, they both would experience a slow painful death.
Yuuri proceeded to the bedroom where he found a sleeping figure on the bed. His victim.
Viktor Nikiforov was an average 27-year-old man. The only thing that wasn't average about him was that he was a 5 times gold medalist skater representing Russia. He was sitting on his couch in his apartment wondering about his future. He was in a huge dilemma.
His coach, Yakov told him that his routine for the next season's game was a bit underwhelming and he's not happy with it. Viktor did everything he could to make the routine a bit better than before. He just didn't find anything appealing about anything. That could also be because of the tragedy that happened to his dog. He had a brown toy poodle that he loved a lot and it choked. On a very large piece of muffin. The dog didn't make it.
Viktor sighed and rest his head on the couch. He looked at his recorded practice and failed to find what was wrong. 'Maybe going to see the new skaters will inspire something…' he thought. He stood up and took his coat. The weather was freezing this time of year. The ice rink wasn't that far from where he was he could simply walk.
After being bombarded by tons of fans, the Russian man finally arrived to his intended venue. He went into the ice rink and found his coach, teaching the new bloods.
"Yakov." He greeted with a smile.
Yakov looked back at him and stopped the training for a while. He went out of the ice rink and went to Viktor. "Viktor, how are you doing?" he gave Viktor a gentle hug, knowing that the man had fallen into depression since his dog died.
Viktor smiled. "I'm doing alright, coach, how's the new bloods?"
"New recruits are alright, they showing a great potential. There's one kid that remind me of you when you're a young boy."
Viktor knew very well who this kid Yakov was talking about.
"There he is right there," Yakov pointed to the small blond haired boy, gliding gracefully on the ice. "he looked very similar to you doesn't he?"
Viktor studied the blonde's movement and he slowly smiled. "I see you've pick your favourite," he replied. "but it's not like you to focus on one skater."
"This kid is different, there's fire in his eyes"
"18?"
"15 years old."
"Hmm… he can already go for a senior debut."
Yakov tapped Viktor's chest. "That's his plan. What about you, Viktor, you coming here for practice?"
Viktor looked away. "Hmm…I think I'm a bit early for practicing for the next season, I'll just watch them."
"You know, Viktor, you always have a friend at the ice rink."
The skater smiled. "Yeah." He pulled Yakov for a hug. The coach gladly returned the hug. The man needed a lot of reassurance at this time. They would stay like that a little longer if not for a certain voice calling out for Yakov's attention.
"Hey!"
Both Yakov and Viktor turned to the voice. The blond kid was calling out to them. He glided his way to the end of the rink where the two were. "Coach! I thought we're practicing on my moves!" he protested, almost sounding like a child that was throwing his tantrum.
"Oh right," Yakov responded. "Viktor, this is Yuri Plisetsky, and Yuri this is Viktor"
First impression was always right, Viktor smiled at little Yuri. "Hi…"
Yuri scowled and grabbed his water bottle. He went back into the ice and continued practicing.
"He's a bit salty isn't he?" Viktor asked.
"That's what I was afraid of." Yakov answered. "Viktor, I'm putting Yuri in your care for now."
Wait, what?
Did he hear that right?
"Uh…Coach, tell me you're kidding?"
"Does this face looks like I'm kidding to you?"
Viktor stared at the face. That old wrinkly leather face. "Honestly, I can't tell," he replied, "What is wrong with him now?" he looked that the blond figure spinning around in the ice. "He looks fine to me."
"Look closely."
Viktor did as told and look closely at Yuri. The boy had his form perfect but he failed most of his quads and he lacks passion. "…I see" he sighed. "I'll see what I can do with him."
Yakov smiled. "Yuri!" he called the boy.
The small blond boy came to the edge of the rink, "Yeah coach?" he asked.
"You're going to train and practice with Viktor from now on."
"HA?!"
After a few hours of practicing, Viktor decided that they should stop. He was exhausted, he could see that Yuri was exhausted. But still, Yuri have a lot of stamina.
"Hey, old man!" Yuri called grabbing Viktor's attention.
Viktor was hunched over at the fence trying to catch his breath. "Yeah?" he asked.
"Let's do a few more round, I think I can handle the quad Salchow."
The veteran skater panted. "Kids sure have a lot of stamina."
"WHO YOU CALLIN' A KID?!"
"I'd love to help you practice more, but it's getting dark outside see? And we need to rest." Viktor stood up and covered the blade of his ice skate. "You need to rest too."
Yuri didn't want to admit it but Viktor's right. He needed rest. He looked at the window and frowned. It's way dark now. "I'll stay here then, you go home." He said.
Viktor raised an eyebrow, "Why don't you go home?"
"They forgot that they left me here."
"Who?"
"…"
"Your parents?"
"It's none of your business alright?"
The older skater was taken aback. He apparently touched a sensitive topic. There were so many questions in his mind. What's going on in this child's life? Why was he so aggressive? Why was he throwing away his youth for a skating career? But he knew better. He couldn't ask what was wrong. He can only offer help.
"You know," Viktor began. "you're welcome to stay with me."
=.=||| "Huh?" Yuri asked. "Why would you want me to stay with you?"
Viktor looked at the window. "Even if you stay here it will be cold, there's blizzard outside." He smiled. "it would be nice to sleep on a warm bed. Probably have some hot chocolate before bed too?"
"…no."
"Eh? Why? I'm trying to help here."
"I'm not gonna be seduced by chocolate and warm bed. I'm a man!"
Viktor admit defeat. "Well suit yourself. I'm going home." He took his bag and walked to the door.
Yuri was not happy. Viktor Nikiforov. How dare he? Just because some people look up to him doesn't mean he could do whatever he wanted. A genius like Yuri won't be tempted by chocolate milk. Yeah, he wouldn't be. But…it would be nice.
Viktor was about to reach the door when he was halted by a familiar voice.
"HEY!"
The Russian man turned around and saw little Yuri grabbing his bags and his stuffs and quickly ran towards Viktor. He smiled. "You accepted my offer?" Viktor teased.
Yuri blushed a bit and frowned. "Don't get used to it. One night only," he said. "And I better get my hot chocolate!"
Viktor smiled and they went home.
That night, Viktor couldn't get much conversation with the kid. All he got were demands and ice skating tips that he already knew. It also doesn't help that he had to sleep on his couch. It was because:
"YOU PROMISED ME A WARM BED!" Yuri's voice echoing in his ear. That boy was very demanding for a 15 years old. He had no choice because it's a promise after all. He gave up his bed and decided to stay on the couch tonight.
It was not comfortable. He didn't have his pillow. Yuri was probably sleeping soundly now. He didn't bother to go back into his bedroom to get the pillow.
Suddenly he heard a loud thud coming from inside his room. 'Yuri is sleepwalking?' he thought. He tried to brush it off but the loud thud was getting to him. Viktor decided to go check what was making that noise. Maybe there's a burglar in his house, though he didn't know how a burglar managed to come up to a 30th floor.
Slowly, Viktor opened the door. And to his surprised, he found a grown almost naked man hovering over Yuri.
"HEY!"
Chapter 1 end.