The world was bitter. No, it wasn't just the tea Yuuri tasted that Sunday afternoon, it was a fine line between envy and pity. He'd found himself lost in the whistled winds, a melody swindled by the fluttering birds; an animal full of hope, full of chance. It had grown colder with the suns departure, peachy hues covering the horizon line like an orchard's harvest. During those days Yuuri could simply get lost in his findings. Last week it was a bag of old newspaper articles, today, a bag of toasted bread. Toasted. The gods were on his side in one way.

There was not a soul to be found on that playground, swings pushed merely by a gentle breeze, toys and pacifiers left to the rubble. Before Yuuri could fish out his keys he heard a faint murmur. A shadow arched over in the faint streetlight. Creeping forth was a husked figure with a pair of beady eyes that startled a gasp out of Yuuri. Holding a hand to his chest he smiled uneasily, keeping one foot behind the other. "Oh sorry, I didn't see you." His voice trembled, a slight crack in his words.

It was in the way the man protruded himself that made the stomach sink. His toothless grin peered through like an endless gaping abyss. "I saw you, don't you worry honey."

Before it could take him Yuuri swallowed the nervous feeling that threatened to stature. He pushed the rim of his glasses up his nose, tilting his frame to the side. The man was much taller than Yuuri, towering over him like the skyline. "You saw me over there?" Yuuri pointed, his messenger bag planted amongst the soil. Two greasy fingers went through his hair. "Oh no. no, no, I saw you up in the lights."

"That's nice.. but I'm um.. I'm not working.."

And then everything froze. The knife was smaller than a hunter's axe, but oh how it sang sharper than a pocket trade. It was familiar with the taste of his kind, substance trickling down the hatchet like a fine red wine. The followed breaths were shaky, his eyes dilated beyond composure. Those two fingers turned into a fist, the grip forcing him to abide. "Don't make me ask twice."

The tears came naturally, revolting any resolve he had left. "Please don't.. please.."

He didn't scream when it hit, that awful slap across his thigh did nothing but brand. They all did it. "I-I have money.." He hiccuped.

"You know I don't want that sweetheart."

His vision became blurry once he was set on the ground, his graceless cries getting nothing but a rise out of the man. If it weren't for that blade.

He hollowed the knife across his pulse, sharp enough to take any attempt out of Yuuri's hands. "How about we do it my way. You shut your whore mouth, and I do that talking biz." A pungent odor crawled from beneath his words, Yuuri, helpless, gagged. "It's a shame you didn't wear your little do-up." The man spoke low, greasy palm reaching up Yuuri's khakis. "I promise I wont run.. please.. just let me go.."

He felt the burn before he could hear the slap, branding his cheek redder than his eyes.

"Keep on struggling; it'll only make it harder."

And harder he struggled. He kicked and kicked until his limbs would give no more.

They took his glasses away, leaving him without a face to pair the fouled smell to. His wrists burned against the rope, the only feeling he'd rather keep than those pinching eyes that stared at his pants.

It rang like a sonnet, like a bell chime flowing through the windless air. His skin burned and the futile mud dug into his toes like quicksand. He kept it quiet; he let it be that way. Every sting, every quarter of an inch, he let himself go further. The skies sang a melody of sorrow. He deserved it, every last moment of the treachery in his hands. He couldn't have stopped it, but that just gave him more reason to blame himself.

"That's right, take it like the slut you are."

Slut, whore, fucktoy, that's all he was, all he ever would be. The tears dripped further along his chin, the salted taste falling through his parted lips. Was it not enough to close his eyes anymore? What more could he be damned with, be so unfortunate to obtain the right to?

He didn't know where else to vanish in that moment but to the thoughts in his head, the painful insertion but a part of his imagination. But it wasn't. even if he wished that pain away, it would still be with him that next morning. It always stayed, always.

It was the second time it happened. Viktor was fixing himself a scotch when the ringing went through his ears. He heard a loud crack and then, silence.

"Chris?" He plugged his ears, afraid the pressure might pop him deaf.

The doors swung open. "It's him."

Breathless and dazed Chris threw him his pistol, loaded and ready. "Did it.."

"No, only took a bit off of Otabek's ear, we're good." Chris tucked in his shirt, blood coating the white fabric like punch. "We have medical supply, yes?"

"I think somewhere around the artillery closet. How far did they get?"

Chris clicked his tongue. "About half a mile I'd say."

"Okay, let me fetch my coat, and I'll see to it." Viktor poured his drink down the drain, swirling to a halted end.

He rustled his car keys from his back pocket. The machine chirped when he clicked the key into place, and it came to life like a fragile beast from the dead. "Where to?" He looked over his shoulder, the rest of the residency a desert wasteland.

"Up Rompton and Yellow Bridge." Chris had his face buried in a map, his glasses dropping down. "Also take note there was a collision on Sahara." He squinted, folding the paper neatly across his lap. He was always keeping watch when Viktor simply couldn't.

With a pull to the makeshift gear the car moved in reverse, making his vision rather dizzy and dis parent. Rocks and pebbles crumbled under the rubber tire. "Shit, how much gas is left in this thing?" Chris raised an eyebrow, an accusatory look in his eye.

"I filled it yesterday!" He screamed over the engine, the poor machine whining in dismay. "Did someone use it before us?"

"Yurio." They say in unison.

With a sudden halt the vehicle stopped. Viktor pulled up the top of it and went under the smoked fumes. He coughed violently, backing away from the engine. "Shite when was the last time this thing had an oil change?""Why are you asking me?" Chris leaned over. He scratched his head.

"Jesus Christ we don't have time for this!"

"We're going to have to walk."

No. That couldn't be right; he wasn't hearing it correctly. His heart hammered through his chest, waiting simply for a nail to impale it so.

Their faces hung low. "He's dead."

Dead. No, that wasn't true. He could still see his pulse,( he was breathing for god's sake!),but the bullet told more than his delusions. He scratched his head. "T-That's not it.. no.. that's not him.."

Chris wrapped his arms around Viktor. "Come on, let's go." But Viktor proceeded forth. He had to know, had to be sure. His lip threatened to tremble. "He's…. Chris he's.." lifeless, those eyes were lifeless. What once glimmered in blues and greens was resigned to nothing but two dimes on a skull. He reached a trembling wrist to meet the boys hand, frozen by the shadows. He had never seen such a hopeless day, a day so brittle and forced upon that he had no reason but to fall to his knees. The sob erupted from his throat and startled even he who cast it.

He wished he'd find more than that wound, for a trace of chance in that little boys crippled form. All he found were tears, tears and clenched fists. "Cover his body."

"Viktor.." Chris approached him gently but it only made it worse.

"I said cover it."

Viktor didn't know how he ended up there, how his vision had become blurred. All he really knew was that man had looked so elegant under the glow of cheap fluorescent. With his midnight hair pushed back and lashes batted delicately he took the breath from Viktor's lungs. He must've been staring for a moment too long, because those hazels had found his blue abyss. Rose in the cheeks, red grinded through teeth, he'd looked like a ruby. Viktor was shot down. The man rested his chin in his hand, almost portraying a look of boredom. But those eyes, they burned the flesh, claimed Viktor with a glimmer of promise and left him wanting more. He needed more. He was eying Viktor, it felt too good. The leather had become sticky beneath his sweaty palm, his brow lined in a crease of tension. A beauty dressed in lace, in ravishing stockings that hugged his thighs all too well. the motions pulled him forward. To his feet he stumbled, closer to him.

"Greetings." He tipped his hat, putting it in his chest. The seat creaked as he sat.

"I couldn't help but notice you staring." He took a sip of wine, the drink drizzled across his lips. Glitter aligned his eyelids, a soft foundation in his pale complexion. Viktor was but a fool of a man, he couldn't help but be intrigued.

"I think I know why."

Viktor's heart stopped. Those fingers, they were in his hair, tugged the loose locks behind his ear with care. With a smile the man had him. It casted the kind of glow only the dead knew. "I'd hope you did, because such an angel as yourself must know."

And there it was. That giggle, that bubbling sound of joy filled his ears so swiftly. "You're cute."

Heat rose to his ears. He went ahead and dug his wallet out. "C-can I buy you a drink?" He reached his hand out, taking the other's palm in a firm grip. "Viktor, by the way."

"Eros." He reluctantly pulled back, as if the touch had startled him. "And yes, if you really want to, go ahead."

Eros tapped against his empty glass. A soft sigh escaped his lips. Viktor was swooning over him, memorizing every habit, the way he played with his hair when he teased, or how his cheeks flushed at the notion of a compliment. He was simply stunning. "So, do you want to stay here or take me home?"

Viktor choked, bourbon falling from his lips. "Sorry?"

And then Eros did it. He pulled Viktor by the tie, until they were mere inches apart. Inches, inches that would allow Viktor to see the beauty mark above his lip, the small freckles across his nose. "I'm sure you didn't come over here just to talk." He barely caught it, the tint of hurt in the others eye, how his charming smile flattened. He barely caught it, but it was there, in a chew of the lip.

He licked his lips.

"You don't have to be afraid." There was a hint of subtlety in his tone, but for some reason it made the words even more true. "I'm always willing to be easy on new customers." He gripped Viktor's thigh. "Especially if they're handsome."

In those moments it felt everlasting. Behind the bright facade that lingered over the speakeasy lay a dark and gloomy hallway. Some rooms were vacant while others were tightly shut. Viktor could pick up on soft cries from beyond the doors, a moan from another. He clenched his fists and bit his lip.

"You can choose either of the first two, not the back room."

Viktor nodded. "Alright." With a crack in the floorboards he advanced forward. He peeked his head in. A redundant smell filled the room, but that was the least of his worries. Eros took his hand; his palm soft like silk. Their fingers molded perfectly. Eros sat on the edge of the mattress, box spring creaking under the weight. He rubbed the space beside himself. He looked to be lost in thought, searching Viktor for something. "How do you want me?" Viktor swallowed the lump in his throat. Either it was hot or he was having a fainting spell. "Whatever it is you prefer." He wiped his brow, shuffled hesitantly.

He'd forgotten in the heat of it all, forgot about the pain, the lonely nights spent on the end of a cigarette. He forgot it all in those heavy eyes. Eros's eyebrow arched. "What I prefer?" It was as if he were surprised to be offered a choice in the matter. "Well, I don't think…"He parted his lips, getting lost in thought. He crawled up the bed, a sway in his hips. "Maybe you come closer and I might tell you." Viktor was a mere mortal man, a weak one at that. So when Eros crooked his finger in, he had no reason but to abide.

The mattress creaked, dust floating up to the mildewed room, but he didn't care. Before he could get close there was a heel at his chest, preventing any further movement. "Ah ah ah. I didn't say you'd be able to touch me." Viktor felt instantly unreserved. Instead of giving the other what he wanted, Viktor held his breath.

Eros giggled once more. He took to grazing his parted thighs. "Oh but I'm so hard, I can't imagine what you could do to help." He mocked in a clueless tone. His fingers grew dangerously close to the hem in the panties. "Mmm if only there were a pair of strong hands to wrap around my body, around my co-"

"I'll do it." Viktor spoke low, his accent thick with arousal. "Please, let me."

From the look Eros's face Viktor knew he was in for it. The heel on his chest fell, and with it so did the look. Viktor couldn't resist.

"W-what are you doing?" Eros questioned as he moved closer. But Viktor didn't have it in him to listen, his cock doing the speaking for him. He hovered over Eros's face, his skin aflame underneath Viktor's fingers. It was as if the touch were foreign to him, the way Viktor cupped his cheek. To think, he'd never even been graced with a soft touch, only sultry in the moment handsy lover. How that thought scattered amongst the scattered sheets. He couldn't get over how gorgeous Eros was, how soft his skin glowed, it felt unreal.

"Can I kiss you?" It spilled before he could censor himself. Eros looked up at him in disbelief. "You want to kiss me?"

Viktor was a passionate lover. The kind that lended no moment spared without his partner being pleasured. In a way it told a lot about his character. Whatever they wanted he wanted, even as much as letting his own dick go untouched, if it meant they could come again. So when Eros questioned why he'd want to kiss him...

He pressed their chests together, the heaving pressure in his heart met with a gentle pattern from the others. He had felt it too, even if he didn't show it there was a feeling beneath the surface. Viktor wanted to make those eyes dilate, his cheeks blush.

"Because it's what I want."

He looked to the side as if to avoid Viktor's eyes. "If that's what you want sure." And before he could stop himself Viktor leaned in. Their lips collided gently, nothing but a chaste movement provided Viktor with any satisfaction. The taste was sweet, like honey on toast, like strawberries and lemonade. He held Eros's face in his hands and deepened the kiss slowly. A soft moan erupted from Eros's lips. Startled, he pulled back. "Is something wrong? Did I hurt you?"

"No... I'm fine... you're wonderful."

"It doesn't seem like it." Viktor was going to pull back when a pair of legs wrapped around him.

"Could you maybe do it again?" For the first time that night Eros looked truly flustered. His voice grew shy and the blush on his cheeks lighter. Who was Viktor to say no? The followed kiss was accompanied with much more feedback, Eros molding his lips with Viktor's. He lacked any control, as if it were the first time his lips had been partnered with another. In a way Viktor was happy he was able to do that for the other, even if he forgot the activity in the morning. The hands on his neck soon went to his back, gracing the skin with a sting. Eros dug his fingernails deep as the kiss intensified, his lips parted ever so. Viktor nipped at his bottom lip. He tasted divine. His mouth had a true sweetness in them, like nectar to a blossoming flower. Their noses bumped, and their foreheads pressed together. When he opened his eyes he found a pair of bright chocolate ones staring back at him. It felt so right, so ideal, to have Eros wrapped in in his arms like it meant more than it really was. The sound of Eros giggling took him from his thoughts. With an audible smack he parted the kiss, still looming over the other. He was smiling. It wasn't like the smile he'd seen before, this time it was kind; it was pure. "Let me help you take this off" He tugged at Viktor's suit collar. , as if to avoid speaking about what made him so joyous. He parted his legs. "Do you want me?" He whispered low, almost as if it weren't a question but a demand.

"Yes."

He had many types of clients. Some were bold, expectant of Yuuri. Others pleaded to be controlled, be bashed across the skin until they learned to be a man. Viktor was no different, except he was. He was rather handsome, a chiseled jawline sharp enough to kill with baby blue eyes that made many swoon. Yuuri was no exception. As to why he had ended up there Yuuri didn't know, but that didn't matter. All he knew was the way Viktor looked at him. He wasn't a piece of art to hang over the mantlepiece, not a flustered virgin with a daisy in his hair, no, he was Yuuri, and that was nothing but dirty. He should have been growling up Yuuri's neck, biting, fisting him till it bruised. But he didn't, Instead he kissed him. Kissed him with care, with a gentle smile after.

"Mmmm.. Viktor.." He purred, hands buried in Viktor's hair. What was even more unusual about him lay beneath his trousers. When Yuuri tugged the pants to his knees Viktor looked almost embarrassed, his head against the headboard, cheeks flushed. They had switched positions not long after they had started, Victor on his back and Yuuri amongst his trousers. What did he have to hide other than a massive tent sporting his briefs?

"I want you.." He said softly, as a way of reassurance. He soon felt another sign that he wasn't the only one interested. He groped the outline, earning a brief gasp from the other. Under his breath Viktor spoke in another language, his whole upper half blushed red. "Eros..."

Yuuri pulled the boxers down his hips. He was gorgeous, hung and uncut, red at the tip and glistening with precum. Yuuri's stomach fluttered happily. It twitched under his palm, and Viktor almost made a whimper when Yuuri lowered his lips to the heated surface. "Oh, fuck." He grimaced, head falling back with a sharp grunt. "Put your hands in my hair." Yuuri whispered, his eyes darker than midnight. Slowly he took Viktor into his mouth, the salty taste gracing his tongue hotly. The bed creaked under his advancements. His moans vibrated up Viktor's dick, his member going deeper and deeper down his throat. Viktor growled through gritted teeth, his fingers tightened around Yuuri's scalp, a soft tremble in his thighs. Obscene noises filled the room, Yuuri swiveled his tongue across the tip and had started to grind his hips against the sheets. He felt so good in his mouth, so hard and so musky it made him drool onto him. He'd never been so pleased to taste a dick in his life. Viktor cursed under his breath, his eyes rolled to the back of his head. He looked so torn, so broken and Yuuri was only getting started. With a sinful pop Yuuri took a breath, his lipstick smeared across his chin. Viktor puffed and panted. He looked to Yuuri's lips again, that same soft twinkle in his eye. This time Yuuri took charge, teeth across Viktor's bottom lip. He liked the feel of it, the taste of Viktor under his tongue, liked how he gasped when Yuuri took to deepening the kiss. It was heated, heavily out of lust. Hands met Yuuri's hips and he swayed them, let his eyes close and enjoy the heat that stirred his groin., his heart pounded like it resided in the walls, filling his ears and invading his senses. It was driven by the heat in the moment, nothing more, the way Viktor's fingertips went against his cheek, how delicate he tugged at Yuuri's costume, like he'd break if he handled him different. It was kind, too damn sentimental for their activities. And yet he wanted more, demanded it with his lips, until he couldn't breathe. He swiveled his hips, ground his ass up against Viktor's erection. He was panting, bathed in a sheet of sweat but it didn't matter; he only wanted more, needed more."I want you to fill me so good I can't remember my own name." He said through their kisses. He buried his fingers in Viktor's chest, dug at the skin until it gleamed white. "Please, I want to." Viktor gasped, his lips biten raw, eyes dark and captivated. His thighs clasped together, his head on Viktor's shoulder. It was so foreign, so wrong, and that's why he loved it. Yuuri tugged at his earlobe and whispered. "Lay back."

Viktor quickly abided to his request. Yuuri cooed, he looked so fragile in the dim lamplight, with his hair disheveled and his eyes sparkling like the fireflies. When he moved to the dresser a trembling hand reached out. "Don't go." Viktor's voice broke.

"Hey, no, it's okay. I'm not going anywhere."Yuuri smiled, rubbing his wrist. ""I just need lube." He blushed softly and pulled the drawer open. The cap had been dusted over. Most of his patrons never gave him time to get ready. Yuuri sighed. It had been twisted on tight, his butterfingers doing nothing but furthering his frustrations.

"Do you need help?" Viktor asked over his shoulder.

Finally having enough Yuuri threw the bottle to Viktor. "Knock yourself out."

And just like that he heard a click. "Here." Viktor looked down and shyly passed it back.

"Thank you."

The substance gleamed cold on his fingers, even after he rubbed them together in attempt at warming the liquid. He rose over Viktor's frail frame, dipped his finger in the hem of his panties and parted them down. It was as if he had cast a spell, Viktor completely entranced, biting at his swollen lip. "Like what you see?" He giggled, letting the fabric fall to his ankles. He didn't get embarrassed easily. Hell, he didn't feel anything at all for that matter. But the way he looked at Yuuri, with such a genuine interest for his curves, his eyes, made him tremble. He took more lube and parted his legs. The first digit prodded his hole. A hiss mixed with a moan bubbled from his throat. "Ah, touch me please?" He sat on Viktor's lap, his skin warmer than the fires in hell. Viktor nodded, quickly wrapped his arms around Yuuri's back. It was almost a hug. Yuuri looked up. "Finger me?" Yuuri had shocked himself with just how innocent he sounded. It wasn't like him to fall so quickly.

Before he could protest Viktor had switched their positions. his back hit the mattress with a creak.

"Is this okay?" Viktor asked slowly as he cradled Yuuri's thighs in his hands, a shy blush on his chest. as if Yuuri would have the right to protest. He spread his legs, letting Viktor get a good look at him. "You can start."

Viktor jumped back, the words startling him out of his thoughts. He cleared the lump in his throat. "Oh yes, sorry."

And with that Viktor leaned down. A long finger hesitantly prodded at his entrance, lube dripping to the blankets. Viktor held Yuuri's face with his other hand, thumb gracing gentle patterns. His heart skipped a beat when the digit went deeper. "Mmhm, just like that.." He was breathless.

Yuuri should have cared, made an attempt to hide his crippled state, but he didn't. He couldn't when there were timid touches across his body, across his soul. When he was past the knuckle Viktor found the start to a bundle of nerves. How had he found them so quickly? "Gah, another.." Yuuri gasped and pinched his nipple. Viktor scrambled for the capsule once more, a shook breath from the back of his throat. "Yes, anything for you Eros." Yuuri flinched. The mention of Eros only brought him back to reality. He didn't treat Yuuri kindly because he cared about Yuuri;, he cared about Eros. His heart stung when those piercing blue orbs stared back at him. He shuffled up to the headboard. His head hit the wood with a thud. Viktor inserted a second finger. His tongue darted to his lips, a look of concentration across his features, He oozed with sex appeal. At that point in the night Yuuri was no longer beautiful, his mascara smudged lips bitten to a pulp. But Viktor, he was still stunning, lips ravishing and muscles tight in the pale moonlight.

He pumped the digits slowly. He had been so careful; Yuuri wanted to keen. "H-harder." Yuuri squeaked and clawed at Viktors shoulder. He thrust faster, hitting his pleasure spots every other time. It already made him clench. "Fuck, right there baby, yeah.."

Viktor buried his face in Yuuri's neck. His lips lingered on his pulse line. The touch made him flinch. Viktor didn't notice, too busy with his ministrations to care. He didn't expect him to.

"Ah! Viktor, more, give me more!" He cried out, head rolling back. The fingers were not enough to please Yuuri anymore. When Viktor pulled them out he felt empty, but only for a moment. Viktor nuzzled a kiss into Yuuri's throat, his thick dick rubbing againsts his inner thighs. "A-are you sure?" He swallowed. Yuuri grabbed Viktor by the collar of his shirt. He kissed him softly. His lips lingered when it broke. "Fuck me, Viktor."

"Call me Vitya?" He asked shyly, his nose redder than wine.

"I'm starving for you Vitya, won't you put it in already?"

A growl grimaced beneath that blush. Viktor moved Yuuri's body up the bed. He crawled over until he was able to press up against Yuuri's cheeks, teasing his hole. Slowly he pushed in, filling Yuuri with a warmth he'd never felt. Halfway through and he was already a moaning mess, his hand over his mouth. "V-vitya, keep going." He wrapped his feet around Viktor's back, forcing him deeper. Viktor hissed through clenched teeth. "Yeah, hold on Zolotse." He slurred, pushing deeper until he hit home with a grunt. Yuuri clenched the blankets between his fingers, finding nothing else to distract him from the slight burn. He inhaled shakily. "You can move.."

Viktor smiled down at him, as if he weren't buried inside him, no, like they had been talking about getting coffee, or having dinner. He almost forgot how to breathe. the pressure between his thighs grew when Viktor started to pull back, his brow creased harshly. It was supposed to be his show, Viktor should have been the Victim, and yet there Yuuri was, legs spread and willing for him. Viktor panted heavily and slipped in once more. "Fuck.. you're so tight Kukolka.." He kissed at Yuuri's temple, sending blush across his cheeks.

At that point Yuuri didn't know half of the words coming out of Viktor's mouth, but it didn't matter. He started a rhythm of thrusts, his lips latched to Yuuri's neck like his life depended on it. He pounded over and over and it made Yuuri quiver. Goosebumps littered his skin as Viktor touched him, for it made the whole ordeal even more intense. He finally gave in and wrapped his arms around Viktor's neck, the pressure in his groin leaving Viktors stomach covered in precum. It felt so good, so right, the pleasure like Eden. He could feel the thrusts grow more sporadic;, Viktor groaned deeper, less controlled. He still looked elegant bathed in sweat, his voice deep and crawling with lust. "There! T-there Vitya!" He whimpered , his claws latching onto Viktor's back. He dug his nails deep, his prostate being hit every other time. It was the most direct treatment that bundle of nerves had ever had. Chin lined with spit, Yuuri eyed Viktor's lips, a smirk on them. Viktor was about to say something goofy, but Yuuri stopped him, swaying his hips as much as the position would let him. "Kiss me."

Viktor's lips latched desperately to his, like he felt just as much from it as Yuuri did. They smacked wetly together, tongues softly gracing one another. Yuuri had never felt so desperate.

"You're beautiful Eros, so good for me..." Viktor's thrusts slowed down, his gaze never leaving Yuuri. He almost came from just the delicacy. He rolled his hips back onto his length, eyelids heavy. "Come on baby, I wanna make you come; am I really that bad?" Yuuri mocked a pout, batted his eyelashes teasingly. Viktor twitched. "Never, you're a dream..."

Yuuri's heart fluttered. his back archived at the sudden attack to his prostate, Viktor's hands on either side of him on the bed. "A true piece of art.."

"If I am than why is my hole so empty?" Yuuri pulled him by his silver locks and bit at his ear. "Why can't I feel you leaking.. dripping out of me..?"

"Eros.." He chanted it over and over like a prayer, thrusts hard and fast. It was a dream, Viktor's sweet lips on his nipple, Viktor's hand in his hair, Viktor inside of him. Viktor was everywhere, and for once Yuuri didn't mind, let the man take him like a vitamin. "Come for me Vitya, fill me.." He purred into his ear. His own orgasm built close, cock pressed against Viktor's stomach. The touch to his member surprised Yuuri, only made him cry out like a whore in heat. "Fuck... you feel so good baby, can't feel my legs." He breathlessly grazed, kissing Viktor's ear. And like that, the headboard hit the wall, the bed creaked until it felt like it broke. Yuuri had never seen such a graceful face, a flawless hunch in the back, a sound so delicious when someone came. He could feel a warm liquid fill him to the brim, the sensation leaving him helplessly close, so close-

"Can I finish you off?" Through heaving breaths Viktor looked up, his eyes still kind even after.

"What, no baby that's okay I-"

"I want to, please? I'm sorry I finished so early.." He sheepishly responded, a shy smile on his lips. Yuuri was hopeless. He nodded. He expected Viktor to just rub him off, but like everything that night it wasn't what happened. When Viktor pulled out he felt so empty, his hole clenching around nothing. Viktor peppered his face in kisses all the way down to his neck. A purr threatened to leave Yuuri's lips, the gentle touch across his body sending butterflies up his chest. "Vitya..." He cried, hand in Viktor's hair as he gleaned closer to his erection. He was sweet like vanilla, a poison.

"You're so cute." Viktor smiled, his tongue stealing a lick at Yuuri's dick. His toes curled. "Don't tease..."

With a soft chuckle Viktor leaned down, enwrapped Yuuri with warmth. "Mmm.." He pulled at the strands of hair in his fingers, tightened his grip as Viktor sunk lower. It was a foreign taste of pleasure, one that had Yuuri mewling. His abdomen grew tighter with each suck, each lick to the tip. Before he could warn of his release Viktor bobbed his head, eyes watching Yuuri the entire time. With a soft scream Yuuri came. Static drove through his veins, his head practically weightless. Viktor had swallowed every rope of cum, every whispered want with his lips. With a pop he pulled back and ran a hand through his hair.

In one swift movement Viktor pulled up the covers and crawled under them.

"What are you doing?" Yuuri raised an eyebrow. "These beds aren't for sleeping in you know." Now that he'd come he felt too bare, too exposed to those eyes. Viktor made it worse when he touched his shoulder. He saw Yuuri flinch, and suddenly the goofy smile was gone, replaced with a vulnerability. "Hold me, please?" In the afterglow he looked so small, like a little boy with a broken sob. He'd been there before, been left to fend with those voices. So instead of doing what might be smart, Yuuri went under the covers.

He didn't sleep that night, paranoia constantly up his back like a shadow from the closet. As Viktor lulled off he started to drool, a line of spit falling to the pillow. How he looked charming, even then, was beyond Yuuri. He mumbled incoherent babble, even laughed at it. He scooted a little closer. Grey lashes fluttered across his pale cheeks, graced with freckles so small you wouldn't see them unless you looked close enough. He stirred and wiped his nose, turned onto his side. Yuuri pouted.

No, he hadn't just captured Viktor's breath that night; he'd taken his heart, his soul, his reason to live. In the darkness of that dirty motel room Viktor saw Heaven. His lips sweet like taffy, eyes like sugar, Viktor bit his lip just at the thought. When he opened his eyes the room had become near to pitch black. The streetlight hit the room in a dim light, giving him enough exposure to look around. If it weren't for the tear stained eyes that peered down at him he might have moved. "Eros?"

His lips were parted, eyebrows furrowed as if the dreams had him restless. Startled, Eros turned his gaze elsewhere, brought his knees to his chest. "Sorry I.."

Viktor didn't need an explanation. He took Eros's wrist to his lips, kissed the skin tenderly. "It's alright, I don't mind." He was so beautiful, even if his makeup was smeared and his hair disheveled. Blush rose to his cheeks once again, except they were a lighter shade of pink in the early hours it seemed. Eros pulled back, wrapped his arms around himself defensively and looked to the window. He wondered where that ego went and what had replaced it. His lips were in a thin line, as if any more banter might make him face Viktor with a broken sob. "Are you alright?"

Eros sniffed and nodded. "Yes, I'm fine, don't worry about me."

"Why were you crying?"

"I wasn't." He reached for the lamp, bathing the room in a golden glow. "It's nearly five by the way. If you want to get out here without getting ridiculed, you'd best get going."

He didn't want to get going. He wanted to stay in that bed, wrap his arms around Eros, and wake to see him in the morning. But that stern look forced an "Alright" in a small voice.

Eros threw him his clothes, all while avoiding eye contact. "Leave the money on the dresser will you?"

"Eros?"

"What?" He looked beautiful, absolutely gorgeous, his back lined in beauty marks. Viktor almost didn't hear him; he got lost so easily. The words were there on his tongue, but stuck to the roof of his mouth like sap anyways. He wanted to say it; anything and everything told him he should. Could I take you to dinner? Will you remember me with your next client, or am I merely one of them?

But the moment was over and Eros had looked away, leaving the room darker than it looked, a sharp pang in his chest. "Never mind."