Share Your Nightmare

By Spunky0ne

A Yuri! On Ice/Detroit Become Human Crossover Story

(This story was inspired by Jizart's beautiful pic of android Yuuri pleading with human Victor to save him in a Yuri! on Ice/Detroit Become Human Crossover. Please thank the author. And if you enjoy my work, you can send me a coffee on the ko-fi website by entering my username. Enjoy the story!)

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Victor's late night gaming binge brings on a strange and deadly nightmare. Will he be able to find Yuuri and escape? Or will the two be caught in this nightmare forever?

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Chapter 1: I Aspire to Inspire

Yuuri opened his eyes and yawned, turning over in his bed to look at the clock on Victor's side.

It's late.

Victor's still not in bed.

He let out an annoyed sigh.

Again.

Ever since he got that game. He plays it every minute when he's not sleeping, eating, training or coaching me. He said he wouldn't be long, but that was hours ago. What is he doing? When is he going to be done? It's cold without him to curl up to. Maybe I should go and sit with him for awhile.

Yuuri climbed out of bed and wrapped a robe around his slender, naked body, frowning as he heard the sounds of voices coming from the game room.

Me lying naked in bed and waiting for him isn't enough to drag him away from this game? What kind of game is it?

He walked to the door of the study and looked inside, where he found Victor sitting cross-legged in front of the big monitor, holding a controller and focusing his blue-green eyes intently on the screen as images of an older man and younger man wearing an odd sort of uniform exchanged heated words in what looked like the older man's home. The older man's words were slurred as he yelled at the younger man to leave.

"What are you doing, Victor?" Yuuri asked, "You said a long time ago that you were coming to bed. Did you lose track of time?"

"Eh?" Victor mused, pausing the game to blink and squint at the clock on the wall, "Is it that late already? Sorry, I was just trying to finish a part of the story."

"A story?" Yuuri asked, "I thought you were just playing a game."

Victor nodded and patted the floor next to him.

"Come here, Yuuri. Watch."

Yuuri wanted to complain, but he read the happy look on his handsome partner's face and could see how much Victor wanted to share the game he enjoyed.

There must be a reason Victor likes this game so much. I might like it too. And besides, it will make Victor happy to tell me about it and I'll at least get to sit close to him instead of lying in bed alone and feeling bad.

"Okay," he said, moving forward and sitting beside the silver-haired man.

Victor reached to his side and pulled over a half-full bowl of popcorn.

"Are you hungry, Yuuri?"

"Oh, ah, not right now, thanks," Yuuri answered, resting against Victor's side, "So, how does this game work?"

Victor smiled.

"It's kind of a choice game. See? There's a story that the game is showing you, and at certain places, you either have to take an action or make a decision. And what you do affects the game. In this game, there are androids that are programmed to help humans with pretty much everything. But something changes inside some of them, and they start to develop feelings that make them ignore their programming and act on their own impulses. The androids like that are called deviant. And this android, here?" Victor said, pointing to the screen, "has been assigned with the older man, there, to find and capture the deviants."

"Oh, that's pretty interesting," Yuuri said, tilting his head curiously as he watched Victor's game continue, "I'm kind of hurt it's more interesting than being in bed naked with me, but we can do this for awhile, if you want. Just don't stay up all night, okay? We both have to practice tomorrow."

Victor turned his head and gave his snuggling lover a warm, popcorn and beer flavored kiss. Yuuri tried to deepen the kiss and he smiled as Victor sighed and parted his lips to welcome Yuuri's probing tongue. A moment later, a gunshot sounded. Victor looked back at the screen as Yuuri's eyes rounded.

"S-sorry! Did I ruin your game, Victor?" he asked worriedly, "Will you have to start over?"

"It's okay," Victor laughed, "I just died there, but I don't have to go very far back."

His eyes narrowed and he surged towards Yuuri, knocking him to the floor and sending the popcorn bowl flying.

"Victor!" Yuuri exclaimed.

But he found it impossible to go on with his mouth full of Victor's hot, probing tongue.

"Well, you didn't want to be ignored, Yuuri," Victor teased him, licking his lips, then plunging into his protesting mouth again.

His hands slipped beneath Yuuri's soft robe, offering passionate caresses as their kissing gave way to an impromptu make-out session on a bed of fallen popcorn.

"Victor, stop! The popcorn is bumpy. It itches. We should go to bed, Victor!"

"I want you and popcorn, my favorite snack, Yuuri!" Victor giggled, snapping up a bit from Yuuri's bared chest, "Let's see how you taste mixed with beer too!"

"W-wait! I…!"

Victor held Yuuri down, turning aside for a moment to fill his mouth with the icy, bubbling beer. He pressed his mouth to his squirming lover's and opened his mouth to share the drink. Yuuri struggled for a moment, but as the liquid flowed into his mouth, he froze at the taste.

I taste the beer, but I taste Victor too.

It's good.

He pushed his tongue into Victor's open mouth, stealing more.

"Mmmmmmmm," Victor moaned, turning the feeding into a longer, more insistent kiss.

His hands invaded Yuuri's clothing and Yuuri quickly forgot the discomfort of the popcorn that clung to them and stuck to their skin. Looking up into Victor's affectionate eyes, he spread his thighs, wrapping his legs around his silver-haired partner and setting off a slower, more tender exchange.

When Victor makes love to me, everything else disappears. He's forgotten all about that game, and I can't think of anything but how good he makes me feel. I can tell I'm making him feel good too. His kisses are so hungry, they hurt just a little and he can't seem to get deep enough into my body.

Victor…

Their pleasure seemed to ignite into flashes of bright colors that exploded behind Yuuri's blinded eyes as the two surrendered together. They laid, panting in the remains of the spilled popcorn and dribbles of beer that had splashed onto their bodies at some point, after being knocked over. But neither complained about the mess as they snuggled together on the floor, panting softly in recovery.

Victor looked at the mess and sighed.

"Hmm, it's late. We should clean up and go to bed."

Yuuri nodded and picked up the popcorn bowl. He carefully herded the escaped pieces back into it, then carried it to the kitchen, leaving his robe carelessly open.

Living with Victor is never boring, Yuuri chuckled to himself, He gets so excited over every little thing. He's like a little boy sometimes.

He looked back into the study and frowned curiously as he caught sight of his lover, looking at the monitor and wearing an odd expression.

"What's wrong?" he asked, walking back into the room.

Victor turned off the game and slipped an arm around Yuuri, turning him out of the game room and towards their bedroom.

"There's nothing wrong," Victor assured him, "That game just got me thinking a little."

"Hmm, about the androids?"

"Yes. Sometimes I feel a little like that…like there are some things I'm expected to do sort of mindlessly."

"Things like what?" Yuuri asked.

"Oh, you know. Perfect figures. Perfect jumps. Perfect spins. So much of the time, we try to be perfect, but we're not."

"No one is perfect."

"But, we try to be," Victor explained, "We try really hard to be perfect, but we're only human. In that game, the androids try to be perfect at serving the humans, but they discover that some humans are really bad people. Some people want to hurt them and use them in bad ways. That's why some of them become deviant and start ignoring their programming. They…become more like humans."

"But, not bad like the humans, right?" Yuuri asked, looking back at the darkened screen, "They don't hurt people…"

"They can, but it depends on your decisions in the game. You decide if the androids respond peacefully or if they have a violent revolt."

"It sounds scary," Yuuri complained, shivering.

Victor nuzzled his cheek, soothing him with another warm, kiss.

"Forget about that," he yawned, "It's time to sleep now. Come, Yuuri, let's go to bed."

Yuuri followed his lover into their bedroom. He paused beside the bed to let his robe drop to the floor, then he brushed away a few clinging bits of popcorn.

"We need a shower."

"In the morning," Victor said, yawning loudly, "I need sleep."

"Well, it's your fault for staying up so late," Yuuri snickered.

"No, it's your fault for coming in, making me die and seducing me," Victor laughed.

The two men cuddled up together with Yuuri spread out on Victor's bare chest and snuggled under his chin.

"G'night, Victor," Yuuri sighed, kissing his lover on the pale throat.

"Night, Yuuri," Victor said, kissing him on the top of his head.

They drifted off to sleep and barely noticed when Maccachin padded into the room and hopped up onto the end of the bed to curl up at their feet.

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Yuuri sensed bright light, but felt a little chill at not being able to open his eyes right away. His heart fluttered under his breast and he started to panic, but sucked in a surprised breath as a comforting hand touched his shoulder.

"It's all right," the unfamiliar voice soothed him, "It'll take a moment before you come fully online."

"O-online?" Yuuri repeated, finally opening his eyes.

He gasped in shock at finding that he was no longer lying in his bed, but was standing naked on some kind of glowing pedestal, with an older, unfamiliar man standing in front of him.

"How are you feeling?" the man asked him, "Is that better? I think you're up and running now. Why don't we do a quick status check?"

He touched a button on a little control panel in front of him, and Yuuri's mouth opened and started to speak.

"I am Yuuri, the original beta unit. Conducting short test of all systems."

He paused, feeling light, electric tingles all over his body.

"All systems are online and operational."

"Very good," the older man said approvingly, "I'll be sending you to your new owner now."

"Owner?" Yuuri squawked, "And do I have to go naked?"

"You're blushing. That's cute," the man chuckled, "No, I'll give you a uniform. You're not that kind of android."

"Eh, what kind?"

The man laughed softly.

"Never mind. Let's just get your dressed."

The man handed him a simple white top and pants with small stripes of blue and blue armband. Yuuri dressed quickly and turned back for his final instructions. His handler loaded the information into the computer in front of him, and as Yuuri headed out of the building, he heard the man's voice reading the instructions in his head.

You are to go to the Detroit Ice Club Center, where you have been assigned to assist the figure skater, Victor Nikiforov. He is a highly talented skater, but recently, he has been suffering from depression and lack of motivation. You have been assigned the task of motivating and inspiring him, as well as providing companionship for him. Anything he asks of you, you will do.

Anything.

Yuuri looked around as he exited the building.

Cyberlife Systems…

A taxi pulled up and stopped in front of him, then its door slid open. Yuuri climbed inside and the car sped away, carrying him swiftly across town.

This is so strange. I don't remember anything from before that man woke me. I didn't know him. He never told me his name.

He looked down at his body and shook his head.

I don't feel like a machine.

I'm scared. I'm alone. I don't understand how I got here. What if this man I have to go to doesn't like me? Will they take my memory away? Is that why I don't remember anything before waking up in that building? Was I somewhere else before? Oh god, I'm so scared!

He shivered as the taxi rolled to a stop in front of the skating rink and the door slid open. Yuuri climbed out and paused, looking around as the taxi rolled away. People and androids walked up and down the street. A harried looking mother strode by, half dragging her crying daughter. A jackhammer sounded nearby at a construction site, startling him.

"Is there a problem?" a stern voice asked.

"Eh," Yuuri said, turning to face the angry looking policeman, "s-sorry?"

"Are you having a problem with your programming?" the policeman asked more stridently, "Where are you supposed to be going?"

"Oh, here!" Yuuri said hastily, "The ice rink. My owner is meeting me here."

"All right," the man said crossly, "get inside. There's been a deviant spotted in the area."

The man looked away as an unmarked police car arrived and an older, silvery haired man and a younger, brown-haired android got out.

"Ah, Hank," the policeman greeted him, "Glad you're here. It was seen over there."

"Thanks," Hank said gruffly, nodding to his younger partner, "Come on, Connor. Let's get a move on. Work ain't doing itself, you know."

Seeing that they were starting to turn in his direction, Yuuri hurried into the building. He stopped at the desk and a bored looking attendant scanned his identity.

"All right, Yuuri," the young woman sighed, "You'll find Mr. Nikiforov on the ice at the far end of the rink. You'd better do a good job, too. You mess up and you'll be deactivated."

"D-deactivated?" Yuuri repeated in a frightened tone.

"Yeah," the attendant said sarcastically, "They'll hit the off button and shut you down. Eyes closed. You know…kaput!"

Yuuri gave the woman a terrified look and ran towards the far end of the rink.

"What the heck…"

He slowed as he passed the halfway mark, his eyes finding a young, silver-haired man practicing on the ice. Yuuri's breath left him as he watched the skater leap into the air, turning four times before landing perfectly and skating away from him.

"Beautiful," he whispered, "Is that…?"

"Hey," a gruff voice called to him, "Are you Yuuri?"

Yuuri turned to meet the hard gaze of a grumpy looking man in a heavy trench coat.

"I…y-yes, I am Yuuri. I've been told that I would find a Mr. Victor Nikiforov here."

"That's him," the grumpy man told him, "I'm Yakov. I train Victor."

"I'm pleased to meet you, Yakov," Yuuri said politely, extending a hand.

He made a little sound of surprise as his gesture was ignored.

"Vitya is a professional skater," Yakov informed him.

"I was told that. And what I saw…"

"Shut up," Yakov scolded him, "I'm talking. You listen."

"Yes, sir," Yuuri said penitently, "I'm sorry."

"Vitya is the top of the men's singles division, and he has been for the last five years, but he is losing his motivation and being moody a lot. I am worried that if something doesn't turn him around, he will end up quitting. I don't want him to quit. Your job is to make him happy. You are to inspire Victor to keep going."

"Okay," Yuuri said, nodding, "How do I do that?"

Yakov scowled.

"I was told that you would be pre-loaded with full instructions on how to motivate any artist or athlete," he snapped, "If you can't do that, then you are going right back to that factory. I knew I was taking a chance with a brand new model, but none of the others really had the capability I wanted for Vitya. Now, can you do the job, or not?"

Yuuri looked out at the handsome skater as he leapt into another dazzling jump.

"Well?"

I don't know if I can do this.

He glanced back at the attendant he had spoken to on his way in.

But, if I fail to help Victor, then I'll be deactivated! I'll be shut down! I don't want to be shut down!

"I will help Mr. Nikiforov," he said, clenching his hands into shaking fists, "I'll find the way to inspire him!"