In Another World
Chapter 1.
Cerulean eyes glazed with boredom and false pleasantry scanned the room looking for something interesting to divert their attention from the monotony of yet another grand ball of the royal Nikiforov Family.
They were among the wealthiest aristocrats in the country and it seemed every month they were expected to host multiple themed parties to flaunt their status and maintain connections with the society's upper echelons.
His mother and father thrived on these events. They were an eye-catching couple with a penchant for extravagance and culture.
Viktor himself was outwardly flamboyant and charming enough to be the subject of much of their boasting and critical acclaim, especially in the circles of single young ladies and their hopeful mothers looking to make arrangements for their daughters to be married into good fortune.
His mother and father had tried multiple times to introduce Viktor to prospective brides, however, for one reason or another none of the matches seemed to pan out.
Either one or the other party would break it off within weeks of formally dating.
His parents were at an utter loss as to what to do.
So it was no surprise when out of the blue, they decided to throw a matchmaking party, for all the eligible bachelors and bachelorettes in the city to meet and greet with each other and their woefully single son.
Said woefully single son poached a drink from one of the servers floating through the opulent room before resuming his position on the outskirts of the melee, smiling at some private joke as the first lady of the hour accosted him.
"Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes, Mr. Nikiforov."
Viktor raised an eyebrow and stared at the forward woman, taking another sip from his drink and flicking his hair to the side.
"Mr. Nikiforov is my father. Viktor will do, miss…"
"Cecelia. Cecelia Katsuki."
"Miss Cecelia Katsuki. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I am sorry to say I do not recognize your family's title."
Cecelia laughed and crossed her arms over an ample bosom.
She was a slender, strawberry blonde woman with brown eyes and cherry red lips. Her dress was backless, long, sleek, and black with a slit to her left thigh.
Viktor surreptitiously glanced over her figure and sighed inwardly; the sight of her was doing nothing for him.
'But of course it wouldn't...you're not that kind of man.' He mused blithely.
"I'm afraid our family is a rather obscure branch of the orient. We specialize in Asian hotel chains overseas."
"Is that so?" Viktor feigned interest as he took another sip from his rapidly dwindling drink. He nearly rolled his eyes in amusement as more than one woman in the crowd began whispering and pointing in the direction of him and his evening companion.
"It is so. Very much so indeed." Cecelia smiled and stepped closer to Viktor to whisper in his ear.
"I'm actually here on a secret mission with my distant-cousin. We're playing truant for his birthday to get him away from his rural family and into the big city for some fun."
Viktor raised an eyebrow and lifted his glass in toast. "In that case, may you and your distant-cousin enjoy the hospitality of the Nikiforov family to the fullest this evening."
Cecelia laughed and slapped his arm.
"Quite the gentleman you are, encouraging a lady on her immoral pursuits."
Victor smiled. "Who am I to prohibit the truancy of today's youth?"
"Oya oya, you're not old as all that I'm sure." Cecelia smirked.
Viktor ran a hand through his silver hair and stared up at the ceiling. "Some would say I have aged well beyond my years."
Cecelia snorted. "Just because you're gray headed doesn't mean you've aged."
Viktor gasped in mock-affront. "I'll have you know, my hair is NOT gray, but platinum!"
"And my name is Butch Cassidy." Cecelia muttered behind her hand.
"I should like to meet this cousin of yours if he is half as engaging as you, fair lady." Viktor smiled and drained his glass to the last drop, before discarding it on a passing server's tray.
"Fair lady—call me Cecil. And my cousin is around here somewhere…ah! There! Yuri! Over here! YUUUURI!"
Viktor stared off in the direction Cecil was gesturing towards and his breath caught in his throat.
Striding towards them was another vision in black.
He was a few inches shorter and more petite than Viktor himself, and he was decked out in a shiny all black suit, with slicked back raven hair flying away from a creamy skinned forehead and a pair of the most expressively large brown eyes Viktor had ever seen on a person, above a lovely pink mouth, made for kissing.
Viktor began to feel a bit warm beneath the collar, and he schooled his wide-eyed expression into one of genial application.
"Stop yelling, geez…I can hear you just fine, Cecil!" Yuri puffed his cheeks in fond exasperation at the blonde, who pulled him in against her side in a quick exuberant move before introducing him to Viktor.
"Here he is! Isn't he just the cutest little thing?" She giggled and pinched at Yuri's cheeks.
Yuri blushed darkly and stared up at Viktor with an expression bordering on mortification and utter shock.
"It's you…"
Viktor blinked twice and smiled widely. "Have we met before?"
Yuri inhaled deeply and shook his head. "No, never, but I have read of you in magazines and online and in the library and on tv and in this one really weird blog post by a girl whose name I do not remember and please stop me now before I spontaneously combust right here in front of you…!"
Victor snorted and chuckled lightly at Yuri's expense as the dark haired young man bit his lip and began to visibly shrink and deflate all at once.
"I am honored to be known by such a charming face, Yuri." Viktor practically purred the other's name out as he stared down into Yuri's eyes with a definite smolder.
Meanwhile, in the background, Cecil grinned slyly and gave Yuri a shove in the right direction.
"Oops, how clumsy of me!"
Yuri stumbled straight into Viktor's arms and closed his eyes tightly as the other pulled him flush against his chest.
"Oof…um…ah, Viktor…?"
Viktor shivered slightly as Yuri's breath ghosted against his neck, and the taller man's hands wandered uncontrollably down Yuri's sides to rest on the swell of his hips, just shy of his pert ass.
Cecil whipped her phone out inconspicuously and eased her way out of the picture as the two men stayed locked in an embrace of epic proportions.
"Maybe you should let me go now…people are staring…" Yuri mumbled and jumped slightly as Viktor sighed and pulled him even tighter to his body.
"Do you really care about them right now?" Viktor asked and swallowed against the urge to do something very ungentlemanly to the young man in his arms.
Yuri bit his lip and pulled away from Viktor ever so slowly.
He stared up into shining cerulean eyes and caught his breath so quickly he began to feel lightheaded.
Just then the clock chimed midnight, and Cecil yelped. "Oh my gosh, we have to go!"
She yanked Yuri completely out of Victor's reach, and began backpedaling faster than a speeding bullet.
"It was so very nice to meet you, Viktor. We should do this again sometime!"
Viktor stared in shock at the sudden change in atmosphere and shook himself out of a daze to quickly make future arrangements.
"Tomorrow night at 8'oclock, us three at the Blue Fin. It's a good seafood restaurant on the lower east side of the city. I'll be there. You could be there too, Yuri! Cecil!"
Cecil beamed widely and agreed for the both of them.
"We'll be there! Mind if I bring a friend?"
Victor zeroed in on Yuri and held his eyes desperately as Cecil continued tugging him backwards toward the exit.
"Bring whoever you like. I don't care."
Cecil grinned and gave a one handed salute. "Will do, captain!"
Yuri smiled awkwardly and said, "See you then, Viktor…"
Viktor smiled back. "See you, Yuri."
That night, Viktor stayed up thinking about a certain dark haired cutie and wondering at how suddenly his perspective on life, the world, and everything in it had been flipped on its head.
There was just something about the young Yuri Katsuki that was drawing him in, making him do things uncharacteristic of himself. Putting his neck out for something that may or may not really be happening outside of his questionably sane head. His parents would have a definite conniption if they ever found out about where his interests lay.
And as for his single status…it had been hard enough getting rid of his prospective suitors without raising the red flag too early in the game.
They all just thought he was frigid and uninterested in them personally.
It wasn't in him to be rude per se, but he knew how to turn off an amorous young lady by not treating her as though the sun rose and set on her bosom.
Or as though he wanted anything more than a polite conversation and an excuse to be off his parents' meddlesome radar.
They always parted amicably, if not disappointedly in the end.
Viktor couldn't bring himself to fake a love interest that just didn't exist.
But now, with all the signals being right and in his preferred court…there was another something he could not fake: a genuine attraction.
He wondered…what was Yuri doing right now?
"OH MY GOD, CECIL! Have you lost your mind?!"
Yuri was completely spazzing out and pacing the flat he and his cousin had rented together in the city for the duration of their visitation.
"It's not bad enough that you KNEW he was my IDOL…but you had to go and introduce us and push me and make me look like an utter moron in front of VIKTOR!"
Cecil reclined on the couch in front the TV with her hair pulled up into a topknot, wearing big glasses, nibbling on chips, and watching her favorite sitcom in a sweatshirt and pants, (looking like a complete and utter fujoshi/otaku).
She grinned and tuned Yuri out until the first commercial break came along.
"…I mean, he's like perfection incarnate! What with those eyes, that intelligence, those hands, that body, those legs, those feet (he was a dancer too you know, up until recently when he decided to pursue other artistic avenues), but he was utterly spectacular on the floor, enough to be a world champion!"
"You danced too, Yuri." Cecil added.
"Yeah, but I was never good enough to compete. Not professionally like Viktor. And I only took it up because of him in the first place!"
"Oh please, you were plenty good. You just doubted yourself too much." Cecil shook her head and sighed. "I still say you should pick it up again."
Yuri bit his lip and tore at his hair in frustration.
"You can't really be considering taking over the family business without at least giving it all one last shot, can you?"
"We've talked about this, Cecil…"
"Yeah, we have. Which is why I introduced you two in the first place, because you need to get motivated again. I'm sick and tired of looking at you moping about wondering when Viktor's gonna come back onto the world stage."
"He's still on the stage! Just not directly at the center of it…anymore…" Yuri protested weakly.
Cecil shook her head and got up from the couch, pressing pause on the remote as her show began again.
Yuri's eye twitched slightly, "If you're recording that, then why on earth did we leave the party early?"
"Because I like to watch my shows at the proper times, and we needed to leave Viktor with a memorable first impression!"
Yuri groaned as she got up in his face. "Memorable my ass…."
"Don't be such a baby. You know you weren't ready to do more than faint at his feet when he had you in his arms, all kiss me kiss me please!"
Yuri leaned back away from Cecil and averted his eyes to a distant point in the room as she bore down on him.
"Now what you've gotta do is get ready for your date tomorrow! I'm bringing Phichit because he's in town too, so the four of us can make a double of it."
Yuri sighed and walked away from Cecil into the kitchen for a midnight snack.
"Oh no you don't!"
Cecil grabbed him by the back of his shirt, and dragged him into his bedroom, which was littered with posters of Viktor all over the walls (just like his bedroom back home overseas).
"But I'm HUNGRY dammit!" Yuri tried to wrench out of her tight grip, to no avail, and withered beneath her mega-watt glare-of-doom.
"You know how easy you put on the pounds, and I refuse to go on another fitness sabbatical with you to whip you into shape again! So SUCK IT UP and pick out an outfit for tomorrow night!"
Yuri face palmed and walked over to his closet, grabbing the first formal things he laid eyes on and tossing them onto the bed for Cecil's inspection.
"Oh this just won't do." Cecil muttered, staring down at the funeral-like suit Yuri had picked out. "Is this the best you've got left?"
Yuri grimaced and nodded to the affirmative.
"Right." Cecil clapped her hands gleefully, "Time for some late night shopping!"
5'oclock in the morning back in the flat
"I can't believe there were actually seven stores open this late at night." Yuri whimpered as he lay sprawled out on his bed, staring up at the hard-picked ensembles which Cecil had accompanied him to buy, hanging from his closet door. There were three total.
He was utterly exhausted.
"I'm so sleeping in…" he mumbled.
"I wonder if Viktor is still up…I highly doubt it though. He's probably sleeping like a really cute baby right about now." Yuri smiled softly and dozed off, still fully clothed.
Elsewhere with Viktor at 5'oclock that same morning
"Nnngh….Yuuuri…." Viktor groaned deeply aloud in his sleep, hugging his dog Makkachin to his naked chest as he dreamt about a certain dark haired beauty splayed out beneath him on top of his bed.
"Won't you touch me…please…Viktor?"
Yuri blushed prettily as Viktor stared down into his shining brown eyes and slowly leaned in to pepper his face in butterfly kisses from the top of his forehead, to both cheeks, his chin, the tip of his nose, and then finally…finally...his lips.
Those lips were just as soft as Viktor had imagined they'd be, and they parted like rose petals blossoming under a full moon for Viktor's questing tongue to lap it's fill of the hot wet cavern he'd gained entrance to.
Their tongues danced together sliding along one another as Viktor's hands trailed down Yuri's chest to his nipples, tweaking both appendages gently, provoking a moan from Yuri which was swallowed down Viktor's throat as he ground their lower halves together, feeling an answering harness between Yuri's legs aching to be relieved.
"Hah…where do you want me to touch you…Yuri?" Viktor pulled away from Yuri's lips reluctantly to ask.
Yuri's face was red as a tomato, and his hips canted repeatedly into Viktor's as they humped against each other at a steady pace.
"Everywhere."
A lazy grin stretched Viktor's face as his dreams carried him away on steamy cloud.
…To Be Continued…
A/N: Okay, so this was the first Vikturi Fic I've ever written, which will soon turn into a fullout collab (right now I've only borrowed the idea for Cecelia's character). I do hope somebody has enjoyed this monster of a bunny that's been hatched out at 2o'clock in the morning. T-T
If you like this fic at all please REVIEW and let me know! Any and all criticism or suggestions would be most appreciated! ^-^ At this stage, all inspiration is good. Anything goes!
[On another note: I'm feeling like a complete fanfiction virgin all over again, and I could use some reassurance. *nervous laugh*]
Until next time~ Dasvidaniya
