World Under My Feet
By Spunky0ne
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When a suspicious accident shatters Yurio's attempt at the world title and threatens his future as a skater, Victor, Yuuri and their friends rally around him and vow to identify and stop the person who attacked him. Amidst increasing danger, they fight to reach the podium.…Otabek/Yurio, Victor/Yuuri, Mila/Sara, Chris/Masumi
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Chapter 1: Near Eden
Loud music floated out of a local pub in Saint Petersburg as light faded from the sky and the area slowly darkened. A light-colored convertible pulled into the parking lot outside and a hawk-faced man in a warm coat and hat climbed out and headed into the building. As he opened the door to the club, music erupted all around him, mingling with the raucous sounds of laughter and clinking glasses and dishes. Most of the tables had been claimed, but he found a place in a corner of the room, from which he could easily see the dance floor, where a crowd of happy and mostly drunk couples danced. From what he could tell, the happiest and drunkest couple was made up of the silvery-haired, Victor Nikiforov, and his husband and student, Yuuri Katsuki. He placed his focus squarely on the two as Victor held Yuuri's slender body close to his, rubbing up against him and teasing him shamelessly with desirous eyes.
"Vitya, what are you doing?" Yuuri laughed.
"What do you mean, solnyshko?" Victor laughed, "I'm just dancing with you. If I happen to seduce you, though, I won't be sorry."
"Hehe, I think you're seducing the whole club with your sexy dancing," Yuuri accused him playfully, letting his hands slide down to rub his husband's ass while they exchanged several wet, lusty kisses.
"Oh, you think I'm sexy now? Just wait until we get home!" Victor giggled, "I love you so much like this, Yuu—ri! You're so much more fun when you let down a little bit after a competition."
"We—ll," Yuuri drawled, "Y'can't always be deprivation-ing yourself, right? I got gold in the Four Continents and you got gold in the European Championships."
"I don't think Yurio is ever going to forgive me for using smart strategy to defeat that slinky little body of his and all of that angry stamina."
"You…hic…told'im not to underesh…undereshtimate you as an opponent."
"And he did anyway," Victor sighed, "Such a precocious little thing. I suppose he'll learn eventually, eh Yuuri?"
The two exchanged smirking glances, then burst into laughter and continued their sexy dancing. Across the room from them, the man in the corner of the room continued to observe them with dark, unreadable eyes and a serious expression. His phone buzzed and he removed it from his coat pocket to look at his messages, then he typed a reply to one before turning his attention back to the men on the dance floor.
"Augh," Victor panted, glancing down at his watch, "it's pretty late and I'm getting tired."
"Wanna go home?" Yuuri asked.
"I think so," Victor sighed, shaking his head, "I don't have your stamina, and I have to be up early tomorrow. I'm showing Yakov the plans for my programs for next season."
"Huh, you finished that already?" Yuuri asked, dipping his lovely partner, and almost dropping him, "You're amazing! It'll be a couple of months probably before I know what I'm doing. I'm still focused on the programs I have to do now for worlds."
"Well, it's best for me to think ahead," Victor speculated as Yuuri lifted him and they left the dance floor together, "That way, I can focus more on developing your programs after the world championships. It'll be a lot of work for both of us, but we'll get it done, da?"
"Right," Yuuri agreed, "we will."
"Now, no more worries," Victor insisted, "No more thoughts about competitions or restrictions or anything else. Tonight, we eat, we drink and we will have lots of sex when we get home."
"V-victor!" Yuuri laughed, blushing, "You just yelled that right out in front of everyone."
"Like anyone can hear me or is sober enough to care," Victor chuckled flippantly.
He raised his head and looked around, shouting as Yuuri blushed harder, trying to cover his mouth.
"Hey! Hey everyone! I'm going to go home and have sex with my solnyshko, Yuuri Katsuki?"
"VICTOR!"
"See, no one even noticed," Victor giggled as Yuuri pushed against him and he fell down on his back on the bench seat, pulling Yuuri down on top of him, "Come, kiss me some, Yuu—ri!"
"Ah, oh my god, I think it's time to mmmph! Time to go home, Vitya."
"I can't wait to get home. I need some kisses now to tide me over."
"Then…then, just kiss me with all of your clothes on, okay?"
"Why are you being so grumpy? I told you, no one cares!" laughed Victor, kissing him more fervently, but, to Yuuri's relief, not shedding any more than his shirt.
"V-vitya," Yuuri panted, clenching his husband's shoulders as Victor rubbed against him, plunging deep into his mouth, "Vitya, c-can we…mmmph, can we please go home and do this?"
"One more," Victor demanded.
"All right," Yuuri giggled, but then, we go."
Victor kissed him.
"Right," he said, nodding, "One more and we go."
"Hey!" Yuuri objected, "You already had one more!"
"What? When?" Victor asked, looking at him with an innocent expression, "You said one more!"
"I gave you one more!"
"That was before we both had agreed."
"Oh, fine, one more."
Victor started to kiss him, but Yuuri pushed him away.
"Ah-ah!" he laughed, "I'm not falling for that trick again. You agree this is the last."
"Okay, it's the last…"
Victor kissed him.
"…one and this time, I really mean it."
He started to kiss Yuuri again.
"Hey!" Yuuri laughed, pulling away and dragging his snickering spouse to his feet.
"Okay, okay, we'll go home and have that lots of sex now, all right?"
"Right," Yuuri sighed, shaking his head, "Oh man, you're impossible."
"You love me because I'm impossible…to resist!"
"Right, of course," Yuuri placated his inebriated partner as they stumbled out of the bar, "Where did we leave the car?"
Victor blinked and gave him a stymied look that made Yuuri burst into fits of laughter. The two were so absorbed, they didn't see the hawk-faced man leave the bar and get into his car. The man sat, watching as Yuuri continued.
"We didn't bring a car!" he howled, "We never drive to a bar! I can't believe you fell for that! Vitya, we walked here!"
"Like I'm going to remember that," Victor chided him, "How much did we drink back there?"
"I dunno," Yuuri said, shrugging, "I lost count."
The two young men crossed the parking lot and headed out to the street. The hawk-faced man waited until the two were headed to the nearby corner, then he started his car and crossed the parking lot, moving slowly until he saw the light at the intersection change and the two skaters stepped off the curb and into the crosswalk.
Yuuri registered the sudden sound of an engine being gunned, then screeching tires, Without thinking, he yanked hard on Victor's arm that was entwined with his, and he dove for the safety of the sidewalk. The car roared by without slowing, and careened down the street as the two young men struck the ground with stunning force.
Yuuri sat up quickly, holding his right arm with his left as he looked down at Victor, who laid on his side with blood seeping out from under his head.
"Victor!" Yuuri gasped, his eyes filling with tears.
Ice filled his veins as he saw that his husband remained still and didn't answer him.
"Victor, are you…?"
A deep groan escaped the Russian skater and his eyes began to open.
"Victor!" Yuuri sobbed, touching his husband's face gently.
Victor sat up slowly, swaying as he tried to steady himself.
"Wh-what was that?" he managed.
Yuuri's breath left him for a moment as he spotted blood on the side of Victor's face and pulled his jacket and tore his shirt off to apply pressure to the wounds on his husband's head and cheek.
"You hit your head?" he managed shakily.
"Did I f-fall?" Victor asked dizzily.
Yuuri breathed a sigh of relief as the pub door opened and a man and woman stepped outside, onto the street.
"Excuse me," Yuuri said urgently in hesitant Russian, "My husband needs help."
"Of course," the man answered, "Love, go and inform the security they need to call for medical help."
The woman ran back inside while the man moved quickly to kneel in front of Victor.
"He hit his head and I don't know what else," Yuuri explained in a mixture of Russian and English.
"He fell?"
"N-no!" Yuuri answered, his teeth chattering as the cold began to really set in, "A c-car ran the red light and almost hit us."
Victor's blue-green eyes rounded and looked more coherently into Yuuri's.
"You pulled me back," he mused, "Solnyshko, you saved my life! I would have been run down!"
Yuuri hugged Victor tightly, still holding the wadded shirt to Victor's bleeding wounds and crying.
"That was really scary," he sobbed, "You could have died. I could've lost you!"
"I'm okay," Victor said weakly.
"I'm not so sure about that," said the man helping them.
He looked up as his wife rushed out of the club, followed by a security guard and a man who looked like a patron.
"I'm a doctor," the patron of the club explained, "The lady said someone was hurt?"
"My husband!" Yuuri said quickly, "A car ran the red light and almost hit us. Victor fell and hit his head on the ground."
"Okay," the doctor said soothingly, taking Victor's face in his hands and looking more closely, "Can one of you shine some light here?"
"I've got it," the security guard said, removing a flashlight from the belt at his waist and positioning it to illuminate the side of Victor's injured face.
"Let's have a look now," the doctor said, examining the wounds carefully, then looking into Victor's eyes, "Can you tell me your name, sir?"
"You don't know me?" Victor asked.
"Well, of course I do," the doctor chuckled, "I'm more interested in if you know who you are?"
"Of course I know who I am," Victor said, frowning, "I'm Victor Nikiforov, the figure skater."
"Okay, okay," the doctor chuckled, "You know who you are. Good. Do you remember coming to the club tonight?"
"Well, of course, I…"
Victor paused, frowning.
"Hmm, actually, I'm not sure."
"I suspected."
The doctor gave Yuuri a sympathetic look.
"You should probably take him to the emergency room, just to be safe. He'll most likely be all right, but it's best to play it on the safe side."
"I understand," Yuuri replied, taking out his phone.
"Oh, no, I don't want to go to the hospital!" Victor objected.
"You hit your head on the ground," Yuuri chided him, "And you're not making sense."
"Well, I was drinking a lot," Victor countered.
"That's just another reason why I can't trust what you say," Yuuri argued.
"You should listen to your partner," the doctor said kindly, "Why don't you let me take you there? I wasn't drinking. I will get you there safely and make sure you receive proper care right away."
"W-well," Victor said hesitantly, "I…"
"Of course he'll go," Yuuri said, covering Victor's objecting mouth, "We'll both go with you. Come on, Vitya. Let me help you up."
"You don't have to help me," Victor said, starting to stand.
He paused, swaying, then fell against Yuuri, groaning and holding his head.
"I'll just help you to the doctor's car," Yuuri chuckled, holding his staggering partner on his feet as the doctor showed the way to the car.
They settled in the back seat and Yuuri let Victor lean against his shoulder.
"My arm hurts too," Victor moaned softly, "and my side."
"We may need to take a couple of x-rays," the doctor sighed, heading for the hospital.
Victor groaned and leaned against Yuuri the rest of the way, until the car stopped in front of the emergency room and the doctor quickly explained to an orderly what had happened.
"Mr. Nikiforov was nearly hit by a car and fell. He may have a concussion, and will need his right side and arm x-rayed. I can handle it myself, if it's too busy."
"Oh, you don't have to Doctor…"
"It's fine," the doctor said, shaking his head, "I only have a few hours until I have to come in anyway. I'll take this one. Just put them in a room."
"Of course."
Victor and Yuuri were led into the facility and to a quiet room in the back. Several minutes later, the doctor arrived and examined Victor more closely, then sent him with a nurse to have the x-rays conducted. Yuuri waited anxiously in the examination room until the nurse and doctor returned with him.
"How are you feeling?" Yuuri asked as Victor sat down and the nurse gently placed his injured arm in a sling.
"I'm a little sore, but mostly just very tired," Victor sighed, "but what about you? You weren't hurt at all, Yuuri?"
"Oh, no," Yuuri said dismissively, "I actually saw what was happening and had a chance to react."
"I never even saw the car coming," Victor admitted.
"The two of you need to file a police report of the incident," the nurse suggested, "The person who did this could have killed someone."
"We'll take care of it," Victor promised.
"You should go home now and get some rest," the doctor advised the two men. I didn't find any fractures, but Victor does have bruised ribs and a badly sprained wrist. He also appears to have a slight concussion, so he will need to follow the instructions that we are sending with you. Victor, you might want to see your own physician for a follow-up appointment in a few days. You were very lucky tonight that the outcome wasn't worse."
"We were also lucky that you were right there to help us," Yuuri said gratefully, "Thank you."
"Yes," Victor agreed, "thank you."
"It's no problem."
The two men left the hospital and caught a ride home, where they arrived very late at night. Yuuri helped his husband undress, then he went to get him a pain reliever and water. Victor swallowed the pills and laid down in the bed with Yuuri curled up beside him.
"Are you feeling okay now?" Yuuri asked.
"Mmhmm," Victor mumbled sleepily, "just a bit sore. I'll be all right, so please don't worry."
"How can I not worry?" Yuuri asked anxiously, "You could have been killed, Vitya. I still don't know how that guy couldn't see us. He just drove at us like he didn't care…or like he wasn't trying to stop at all."
"But, why would anyone do something like that?" Victor mused, "He was probably a drunk driver…and we don't even know if it was a he or a she. Did you get the license number?"
"No," Yuuri sighed, "it went by too fast. I just saw a light-colored blur. I was too worried about you to think about anything else."
"Well, there's no use worrying about it now."
"We're still making a police report in the morning."
"All right, solnyshko," Victor yawned, hugging him close, "We will do that."
"I wonder what was wrong with that guy. Maybe you're right that it was just a drunk driver."
"Probably, he was. Go to sleep now, Yuuri. Everything is okay. I'm going to be fine and so are you."
"Yeah," Yuuri sighed, closing his eyes, "thank god."