"I can't do this anymore Yurio…" Yuuri stated as he pushed past him into the flat.

"What are you talking about? Do what?" Yuri knew it was too early in the morning to deal with drama.

"THIS!" Yuuri waved his arms around, eyes darting frantically around the flat.

Yuri sighed as he closed the door and started some coffee, "Can I get some more info maybe?"

He watched as Yuuri went to the cupboard and got out a mug and Yuri figured he was getting coffee. No, Yuuri by passed the coffee and filled his mug with Vodka. Yuri watched as he took a mouthful, then another. He watched as those shoulders slumped and he walked to the living room.

"I can't marry Victor," Yuuri barely whispered out and then took an even bigger gulp of his Vodka.

Yuri did not know what to say, what was there to say though? Everyone knew these two were perfect for one another. What could have gone wrong?

"Being here is a mistake… "

Yuri looked at him, "Ok… then did you want to fucking leave? You knocked on my door."

Yuuri shook his head, the tears welling up in his eyes. "No, HERE!" Yuuri waved his arm around, "Saint Petersburg! This is all wrong."

Yuri sat back and this time he took the cup from Yuuri and took a mouthful of Vodka, the coffee was just not strong enough. When he woke up this morning, he thought they would all just meet at the rink then go skate, like they do every day. He was not expecting Katsuki at his door in a fit and drinking before the sun had fully risen.

"So… what is so bad about being here then?"

Yuuri sighed and took the cup again. Yuri watched as he got up and refilled it. "I mean… Victor is so perfect, so wonderful.. at least that is what everyone thinks. When people aren't around, it is another story."

Yuri squinted, "I am not following you."

"Of course you aren't! It is Victor fucking Nikiforov for crying out loud! What could be so terrible about being engaged to him?" Yuuri was pacing and steadily drinking from the mug. Yuri knew he had to get the mug away from him.

"Ok, let's sit down for a moment and calm down."

Yuri was puzzled. Yuuri had been here for a little over a year already, and they kept putting off the wedding, now it was making sense. There was trouble in paradise. "You've been here over a year Yuuri, what has changed now?"

"Nothing has changed… well I mean it did… when I got here... I just can't take it anymore."

"Why don't you tell me what the hell is going on then?"

Yuuri shook his head and downed the Vodka. When he slumped on the couch he just sat there and looked up to Yuri. "Just sit with me Yurio… please?"

Yuri shook his head and flopped down on the couch. He was not sure what the hell was going on, but he felt he just jumped into the lion's den at that moment.

"I don't want to be involved in your shit piggy," He growled out as Yuuri put his arm around his shoulder and pulled him close.

"No, I just need to get away... you are familiar, Yurio."

"That is not my damn name."

He could feel the fingers through his hair and he could smell the alcohol on Yuuri. It was concerning as Yuuri barely drank, he knew better due to the way he put on weight and trying to keep his competitive edge. Yuri did not know how to feel about what was going on at that moment in his flat. Yuuri was all but in a fit of tears and half drunk. It was strange, but Yuuri told him he was familiar and he just sat there and allowed Yuuri to comb his hair as it seemed to calm him down.

They heard Yuuri's phone starting to go off. First with text, then calls. It went on and on till Yuuri sat up and turned it off. Yuri raised an eyebrow at him and he saw as Yuuri pulled him back to him and wrapped his arms around him.

Awkward was the not the word Yuri would use to describe this. It was beyond awkward. He had been around Victor and Yuuri since the beginning. Watched as they went on mushy dates, their first year skating, when Yuuri moved to Saint Petersburg, he didn't understand it. They were perfect.

"Yuuri… can we talk about this? I mean you and Victor are perfect."

He heard a deep sigh and felt as Yuuri pushed him away to stand up. The vodka bottle was back in hand and being poured in the coffee mug. Another long gulp.

"It's not perfect. Victor is controlling… manipulative… I… I can't Yurio… I can't do this anymore. At first it was all great. I thought everything he did was perfect, he was giving up skating for me, but he wasn't! It was a publicity stunt for him! Do you know how many sponsors he had knocking down our door? He would mock me and call me his cash cow…" Another long gulp, "We skate, he takes me out for show… then has me stuck in that stupid flat. I have to dress the way he wants, eat what he orders, say what he tells me to say… the only thing I have done on my own is buy these stupid rings…. THEY WEREN'T EVEN ENGAGEMENT RINGS!" Yuuri's face was red and he was visibly shaking.

Yuri jumped up and ran over to him, taking the mug away. "Yuuri… breath, calm the fuck down."

Yuri knew that Yuuri had anxiety issues and could easily get worked up. He had seen it many times before competition. He would watch as Victor would talk in his ear and watch as he handed Yuuri one of his pills then lead him outside. They had all witness him coming undone.

He watched as Yuuri took in some deep breaths and saw his shaking started to calm some.

"The rings… were a gift… a thank you… a good luck charm… I wanted to thank him. That was when I was more than his 'cash cow'. Now when I look at them… it means something completely different."

Yuri reached out as Yuuri went pale, he was afraid he was going to faint. Yuuri slumped and was still conscious but Yuri grabbed him and pulled him back to the couch. He could feel a cold sweat covering his body and all he could do was hold him and rub his hair back. He could tell by the faraway look, Yuuri was out of it.

"Jesus piggy… why didn't you say anything before all this?" he knew he would not get an answer, but he sat there and just held him. "I swear piggy… if you get me wrapped up in your fuckign domestic shit…"

Yuri heard his phone start to chime and vibrate next to him and when he grabbed it. It was Victor, worried about Yuuri. Yuri had to shake his head. It all did not seem real, it seemed like he was in a nightmare. There was no way these two were having problems. They were the poster boys for the perfect couple. It was what he had hoped one day he would have if he could ever get over his fear of telling his best friend.

Then again, would Yuuri be drunk and mumbling in his lap with a tear streaked face? He knew Yuuri was not the type to exaggerate or lie about things- freak out yes, but not freak out like this. He had never seen this level of breakdown on him before.

"Is he texting you now?" Yuuri weakly asked.

He continued to brush that black hair back, "Yes."

He felt Yuuri shiver and bury his face into his thigh. He wanted to reply back and let Victor know Yuuri was in a fit, but if Victor was the reason Yuuri was like this, it would be counterproductive.

"What do you want me to do Yuuri?"

"Just stay with me."

"I mean about Victor," He felt Yuuri tense up.

"I…. I don't know."

Yuri sighed deeply and ran his hands over his face. How in the hell did he get here? "We can't just leave him looking for you. He will only end up showing up here." He felt Yuuri tense against him.

"How about I just tell him-"

Yuuri sat up in a panic. "NO! he will just come here and drag me back."

"Yuuri, you've lived there for a year now…"

"I want to go home… but… I don't think I can. I think.. I think I am going to be sick…" He watched as Yuuri stumbled up and ran towards the bathroom.

Yuri sighed again. He looked through his text as Victor had sent quite a few. He was asking if he had heard from Yuuri or seen him. He grabbed Yuuri's phone off the coffee table and powered it on. He had message after message coming through demanding to know where he was, why was he not home and so on.

Yuri knew Victor could be intense, you didn't skate the way he did an NOT be intense. He was intense with his choreography and everything he did in life. That was just Victor. He had never seen this from Victor though. Everyone knew he was possessive over Yuuri, always a hand on him, a whisper in the ear that would turn Yuuri's face red. Yuri assumed it was just how their relationship was.

Yuri stopped…. It made sense now. Victor kept Yuuri close. You never saw Yuuri out alone now that he thought about it.

He heard Yuuri heaving and got up to hide the Vodka. He did not need him to start drinking again and decided to make some toast.

It took twenty minutes for Yuuri to finally emerge from the bathroom. His face pale and his eyes red. Yuri did not say anything but shoved water and toast at him. He watched as Yuuri took small bites of toast and little sips of water. It was quiet, too quiet. Yuri had made more coffee and knew he needed to text Yakov saying he would be late.

There was a knocking at the door and he saw Yuuri start to shake.

"It is him… I know it is."

Yuri shook his head, "You can't hide from him."

"I just need some time," Yuuri mumbled.

Yuri could see how tense Yuuri was and how he started to tremble.

"Fine, go hide in the bedroom. I'll talk to him."

Yuri watched as Yuuri about ran down the hallway and he went to open the door for Victor. Victor looked worried and pushed right inside of his flat.

"Yurio! Have you seen my Yuuri? I woke up this morning and he was not at our place."

He saw as Victor looked around the room. Of course there were two plates out and two mugs. Yuri sighed and started to clean up. The last thing he needed was Victor and Yuuri's drama around him.

"Yurio, I know he was here. It was the last place his phone checked into." Victor said as he peaked around the hallway.

"Victor, just go home," Yuri didn't know what to do.

"So he is here then?" Victor went and opened the bedroom door.

Yuri heard as Yuuri yelped and Victor yelled out for him. Yuri was still in the kitchen and peeked around the corner of the hallway when Yuuri came running and ran behind him holding him tightly.

"Whoa!" Yuri yelled as he was being pulled out so Yuuri could put a barrier between him and Victor.

"Yuuri! What is this? Why are you hiding from me?" Victor came out and looked concerned and confused. "Yurio, step aside so I can take Yuuri home. I think he needs a day off to rest."

"No! I don't need to rest!" Yuri could feel as Yuuri's hands dug into his arm and his nails starting to leave marks.

"Then come talk to me Yuuri. I wake up and you are gone… no note, text, nothing. You had me worried sick!"

Yuri turned and looked at Yuuri. There was panic behind his eyes, "Why don't you talk to him?"

Yuuri grabbed at him tighter ad trembled harder, "Then talk to me here Victor. I am not going anywhere with you."

Yuri saw as Victor had forced a smile on his face. He knew when Victor was faking a smile, and at this moment he was working hard on it.

"Just step back with me to Yurio's room and we can talk baby."

"Don't call me that! Victor, I can't do this anymore! This ruse! I can't!" Yuuri was back to clutching hard at him.

Yuri could almost see the expression melt and change on Victor's face. Those blue eyes turned cold.

"Something going on with you two now?" his voice was even different and he felt Yuuri shake even harder.

"What?!" Yuri called out. "Are you fucking crazy old man?"

Yuri was mad now. How had he gotten dragged into this? The way Yuuri was trembling, there was no way he could allow him to leave now, seeing the expression on Victor's face and the way he was reacting.

"He is holding onto you pretty tightly and hiding behind you. So this is what he does? Sneaks out while I'm still in bed and rendezvous with you? Yuuri.. I am hurt. Yurio… I never thought you would stoop so low."

Yuri gasped and stepped forward. He got right up in Victor's face as they were almost the same height now. He stared him down.

"I think you need to leave," he said slowly.

"I'm taking him with me," Victor said and gestured to Yuuri.

"No you are not. Don't make me call Yakov."

Victor stepped forward and grabbed his chin tightly, "I'll call Otabek."

Yuri smacked his hand away and gasp. "Yeah call him, he can come here and kick your ass as well." Yuri tried to play it off.

"I don't think that is the reason why you don't want me calling him. Be honest with yourself Yurio. The minute I tell him you are shacking up with my fiancé… what will your Hero of Kazakhstan think?"

Yuri was seeing red, "Get out Victor. Get the fuck out of my flat!"

Victor smirked at him, "Give me back what is mine first."

Yuri looked over where Yuuri was pressed against the counter and stayed as far from Victor as he could.

"I don't think he wants to go with you," Yuri growled back at him.

"You'll regret this Yurio," Victor growled out.

They watched as Victor left and Yuri breathed a sigh of relief. He saw Yuuri a trembling mess and went to get him.

"Let me make us some tea ok? Go sit down."

Yuri got to thinking how all this had happen, and how he had missed it all. He knew he was involved in his own life and routines, and just did not pay them much attention. He had lived with Lilia for some time before throwing a fit and getting his own place. But even if he had been so involved in his life, how he had missed his rink mate's falling apart?

Victor always kept Yuuri close, Yuuri sat through Victor's training and waited, then Victor would do his coaching. They would spend a lot of time at the rink and evenings in. They always seemed so lovey dovey at the rink, but the more Yuri thought about it, the more he sees now it was all one sided. It was Victor hanging off of Yuuri, Victor kissing Yuuri. Yuuri was always red face and pushing him away. What seemed a playful gesture, Yuri is seeing more as how things really were.

His phone started to chime and he saw Victor sending him threats if he did not send Yuuri back home. Yuri shook his head, last thing he wanted was to be involved in some scandal with the two sweethearts of ice skating.

"Thanks piggy, now Victor is threatening me," he spit out as he walked to the couch.

"Yurio… I am so sorry. I didn't know what to do. Things are getting out of hand… and he is demanding we get married. He keeps…" Yuuri turned away as he sipped his tea, face in a blush.

Yuri's phone went off and he yelped and threw it. Victor was sending him very questionable pictures of Yuuri in very compromising positions… with other skaters and people.

"Yuuri! Wtf is this?"

Yuuri got the phone then dropped it when he saw.

"Oh my God… I forgot about those…"

"Yuuri… that isn't even Victor with you…."

Yuuri shook his head. "It was something Victor wanted me to do… he said he liked watching me with others…."

"Jesus Christ Yuuri! Do you know what the fuck this looks like? He goes to the press… and now he is a broken hearted and left by his cheating fiancé?"

"Maybe I should go back to him…"

"Is it really that bad?"

"It is… but I can't let those pictures get out... Please delete them."

"Trust me Piggy, I didn't want to see them in the first place."

He watched as Yuuri's face went red and then they both just stood there for a moment. Neither knowing what to do next.

"Ok, I am sorry Yurio, let me go back. We will just forget this happen."

Yuri nodded and watched as Yuuri left out of his flat. As he did he got a sick feeling in his stomach and something was telling him not to let Yuuri go.

Yuri had gone to the rink that day and did not expect to see Yuuri there. He was though. Him and Victor at the edge of the rink, he saw Victor with his hand on Yuuri's shoulder and Yuuri having a blank expression on his face.

Yuri found he paid more attention to those two and even had Yakov yelling at him for it. He couldn't help but wonder how much was true from what was told to him, but now that he watched, he was scared it all was. Victor was never far from Yuuri at any given point. He even followed him to the locker room when Yuuri excused himself.

Yuri had to shake his head as he heard Yakov yelling at him to get his head out of the clouds. His practice that day was terrible and he knew it was from all the crap that morning with Yuuri and Victor. He did not want to be involved and somehow he got thrown into it. He even saw as Victor smiled at everyone, but gave him the forced smile.

Yuri kept his distance but he would see those big brown eyes pleading at him from across the rink. He tried not to look, even when they skated past one another, he tried to look the other way. Nothing out of what anyone would see, would look out of the ordinary. Yuri even knew if he had not been told what he was told and seen what he had seen, he never would have known either. He had to shake the sick feeling off and mind his own business.

He did not think much of it, Victor and Yuuri were not at the rink the next morning. He felt less distracted and was able to practice properly. He was thankful they weren't there, as it was a distraction, he needed to concentrate. His body was growing and his center of gravity kept shifting slightly on him. Usually Victor would help on the jumps, but he didn't have him here, and he was not sure how much he was going to be willing to help him after all that happen the other day.

He knew it should bother him, but after skyping with Otabek the other night, maybe he had taken it all out of context. Maybe Yuuri was having a bad day. He had grown up with Victor around him, Victor couldn't be anything but perfect to Yuuri. Otabek even agreed that maybe Yuuri was just in a panic attack and talking nonsense. Yuri tried to tell himself that was true.

If this was true, why did it still nag him?

The next day he got to the rink, no Yuuri or Victor again. That was two days in a row. Normally one or the other would at least show up to the rink. With a heavy sigh, he did his practice, unfortunately he did not do well, he was occupied again.

By day three, Yuri was a wreck. He had given up trying to even practice and told Yakov he was going home as it seemed it ankle hurt. Yakov gave him a glare and told him he better wrap and ice his ankle and if it hurt tomorrow to see a doctor. Yuri knew his ankle was fine, he wanted to go check on Yuuri.

When he went to their flat, he was nervous, he remembered the look in Victor's face, how cold those eyes had gotten. Swallowing, he gently knocked on the door. He waited and nothing happen. He knocked again. Still nothing. Pulling out his phone he texted Yuuri seeing if everything was ok.

He waited five more minutes in the hallway and even tried calling. He could hear the phone ring in the flat and still no one answered. Yuri got worried, but he decided to go back to his own place and call over to Otabek and voice his concerns.

"I'm telling you Beka, something is up."

Otabek sighed and sat back on his bed, Yuri had video called him the minute he got in.

"Are you sure Yuri? I mean, one of them could just be sick?" Otabek asked.

"Then why didn't they at least answer the door? Why hasn't anyone heard from them? Even when I asked Yakov he said he had not heard from Victor and his practice was going to suffer if he didn't get his ass in the rink," Yuri knew he sounded obsessive over this, but something was not right.

"Yuri, this is none of your business. If I were you I would not get involved," that is what Otabek kept telling him.

Yuri hated how his best friend was not taking his side. Normally Otabek always had his back, it was how it had been since their friendship had started.

"You didn't see him though Beka," Yuri growled out. He hated he had to keep explaining this.

"And I thought we had agreed Yuuri was having a panic attack and taking everything out of context."

"Yes, but now? We are in peak competition season here! Why would they take three days off? Even when I had the flu I only took two days, I mean hell, I had to run off the ice to go throw up at one point!"

He could hear Otabek sigh, "Ok so say it is true then, do you want to get in the middle of it? I mean, Victor is the most beloved and decorated skater of our time. You have no way to prove any of this."

Yuri had not told Otabek about the pictures that came in, for some reason he did not feel Otabek needed to know that.

"I know… I know. I have nothing other than mine and the piggy's word on all of this," Yuri sat back and crossed his arms.

"Listen Yuri… it is probably best to leave all of this alone and focus on your routine. You already said you were having troubles with your quads since your body is growing, focus on that. Stay out of their business, they will figure it out I am sure."

Yuri had never been so mad at his best friend, "Fine, look, I'm gonna go. Since I got the day off I am going to enjoy not doing anything."

"Yura… promise me you are leaving this alone?"

"Why are you so fucking adamant about this shit, Beka? I already said I was going to nothing. Going to binge watch Netflix and maybe even take a nap, ok?"

"Call me later ok?"

"Yeah sure," Yuri ended the call.

He wished he could say he felt better about everything, but he didn't. Something was tugging at him and he paced around his flat. He texted Mila and asked if Victor and Yuuri ever showed up at the rink and she replied back with a 'no'.

Frustrated, Yuri went back out. He knew he had told Otabek he would not meddle, but something was wrong. He went back to their building and started to bang on their door. He refused to stop banging till finally Victor opened the door.

"Where the fuck is he?" Yuri pushed passed Victor.

"Yuri, I did not invite you in."

"Then call the fucking authorities ok? Now where's that damn pig?"

"He is sleeping, he isn't feeling well, no get out of my flat," Victor was still holding the door open.

Yuri stomped down the hallway and went into the bedroom, sure enough, Yuuri was passed out on the bed. Yuri shook his shoulder and Yuuri was not moving. Victor came back and grabbed Yuri's arm.

"What the fuck have you done to him?" Yuri yelled.

"I told you he is sleeping, and if you knew what was good for you, you would leave."

"Did you fucking drug him?" Yuri shook out Victor grasp and shook Yuuri till he heard Yuuri moan, "Yuuri… Piggy, fuck! Wake up!"

He felt Victor grab at him again, "Don't fucking touch me Victor!"

Victor still grabbed at his arm and Yuri pushed him into the bookcase in their bedroom causing it to fall and all the books to come tumbling down. The commotion started to rouse Yuuri slowly and he tried to sit up.

"Wha…"

Yuri ran back over to the bed, "Piggy, can you hear me?"

Yuri grabbed Yuuri's face and stared at him, watching as his eyes gained focus. Yuuri's glasses were on the side table and he grabbed them and put them on Yuuri.

"Victor? What the fuck have you done to him?"

"Yurio?" he heard Yuuri drawl out.

Victor was still sitting on floor.

"He was threatening to leave me Yurio! What else could I do? I gave him a sleeping pill and he went to sleep," Victor said.

"For three fucking days?" Yuri questioned.

"I can't lose him Yurio…" Victor was putting on a show again.

Turning back to Yuuri, Yuri pulled him out of bed. "Come on, we are leaving out of here. I'll pack you a bag."

"No! He is not leaving!" Victor jumped up and went to Yuuri.

"Victor! You can't fucking hold him hostage! If he wants to leave, he wants to leave! Now move!" Yuri went and got a bag out of the closet and started to throw things of Yuri's in there.

Victor had gone over to Yuuri on the bed and was hugging him, "Baby, don't leave me. I love you, you know this. I would do anything for you! Don't let Yurio ruin what we have. I can forgive you for running to him… I can even forgive you for sleeping with all those other men!"

"You wanted me to do that," Yuuri said in a low emotionless voice.

"That is not what I'll tell everyone," Victor stated.

Yuri knew the show was over. Victor was back to threatening.

"Fuck, you are one manipulative ass hole Victor!" Yuri yelled as he got Yuuri's shoes and went to get his jacket, "Come on Yuuri, you can stay with me till this all blows over."

"Yuuri, I told you what would happen," Victor warned.

Yuri wrapped the jacket around Yuuri's shoulders and felt him tremble.

"Yes Victor, I know, but maybe it is for the better."

Leaving out the building, Yuri had a bag over his shoulder and a huge rolling suitcase, he was hoping what ever else was left would be sent, he had a sinking feeling it wouldn't. Once they got back to his flat, he shuffled Yuuri to the couch and didn't know what to do then. What had he just gotten himself into? Exactly what he said he was going to stay out of.

Otabek heard his phone ring, "Hello?"

"I thought you said you were going to handle your fucking boyfriend?"

Otabek heard he malice in Victor's voice.

"Victor, I tried."

"Well he just fucking left out of here with my Yuuri! Do you really want that video of you fucking my Yuuri going viral?"

Otabek sat back and rubbed his brow. What the fuck has he done?