Tainted Flesh


(Part 2)


Yuri woke up again in the middle of the night to the moon shining through the window, and the feeling of someone sucking on his neck.

"Viktor…" He groaned as the man lazily licked his tongue out against his Adam's apple before rising up and kissing him on the lips.

"Good evening, Starshine." Viktor murmured, nuzzling Yuri's nose and kissing his cheek.

Yuri jumped and giggled at the feeling of Viktor's cold hands caressing his naked sides. "Payback, sweetheart..." Viktor whispered.

"We should've gone to sleep under the covers." Yuri complained.

Viktor smiled and ran his hands down the length of Yuri's legs, spreading the younger man's thighs apart as he went along.

"Ooh…" Yuri breathed with a light blush.

Yuri could feel himself beginning to harden rapidly as Viktor kissed down his chest and laved at his nipples. Suckling at the one and rolling the other between his thumb and forefinger.

Yuri closed his eyes and arched into Viktor's mouth.

Viktor's teeth grazed his nipple and Yuri gasped the man's name. "Viktor…"

"Yuri…I want to make love to you. May I?"

Yuri flushed deeply and said, "You shouldn't even have to ask."

"I need you to want this. Like I want you…" Viktor murmured, staring up at Yuri in the semi darkness with a serious expression on his face.

Yuri's heart stuttered in his chest.

Somehow this felt different than the first time…the first time Viktor could no longer remember.

Yuri's hand came up and carded through the bangs hanging low in Viktor's eyes, and he marveled over the moonlight catching the silver locks in such a glowing light.

Viktor looked like an angel. An angel who was Yuri's…who wanted Yuri.

Yuri smiled softly and captured Viktor's mouth in a gentle kiss, moaning as the man's tongue prodded for entrance into his mouth and granting access without hesitance.

Their mouths moved together languidly, and Yuri felt Viktor's arms encircling his back as he was pressed backwards into the bed.

Viktor deepened the kiss, exploring every inch of the sweetness that was Yuri's mouth, tasting him like a man thirsting for water in the desert.

There was a quiet desperation in Viktor's kiss, and Yuri felt as though his heart would burst when the man's hand came up and skated through Yuri's hair, to press against the nape of the young man's neck.

They pulled apart from the kiss, chests heaving against each other, and foreheads pressed together.

"Gods…you are so beautiful, Yuri…" Viktor's cerulean eyes bore into the depths of Yuri's own with an intensity that left the younger man's heart stuttering in his chest.

"I want to make new memories, starting now. Don't think about anything but me, in this moment. Please…."

Yuri nodded and trembled as Viktor kissed his forehead and then his nose, and finally his lips again.

It was a brief, soft pressing of flesh against flesh, but Yuri felt it all the way in his bones.

When Viktor pulled away again, it was to procure the bottle of lotion, which he then used to generously slick his fingers.

Yuri, blushing all the while, raised his legs to rest on Viktor's shoulders as the man smiled encouragingly and prodded the first of his digits at the tight sphincter of muscle surrounding Yuri's entrance.

"A-ah…Viktor…"

Yuri's inner muscles twitched and flexed, sucking Viktor's finger in like a second mouth. And Viktor moaned softly at the feel of so much heat and rightness being pressed around his probing finger.

Moving in a slow circular motion, Viktor maneuvered another finger into the channel. Stretching Yuri as gently as possible, and minding every whimper and groan Yuri produced in return.

"Haaaah….ah!" Yuri's yelped and his breath hitched, as Viktor grinned triumphantly down at him.

Yuri's face went the color of a particularly ripe tomato at the high pitched emission, and he averted his eyes from Viktor's gleaming own, to some distant point outside the window, just as Viktor twisted his hand and bumped against that special spot repeatedly.

"Ooh god—Viktor!"

Yuri's hands spasmodically gripped the sheets, and Viktor continued abusing that spot in rapid succession as he added yet another finger to the fray.

"So tight, Yuri. So ready for me…" Viktor praised.

Yuri chest rose and fell rapidly, as Viktor removed his fingers at last to leisurely slick up his own hardness, making sure to coat his manhood liberally so as to avoid causing Yuri unnecessary pain.

"I need you to relax, Yuri." Viktor crooned, positioning himself to properly sink into the depths further awaiting his intimate discovery.

Yuri nodded, perspiring slightly, and his arms came up to wrap around Viktor's neck, pulling the man in closer and bending his body nearly double in the process.

"I want you…in me…now…Viktor…" Yuri panted.

Viktor shivered and his hands came up to firmly grip Yuri's hips, spreading his buttocks to the limit in preparation.

"I know it might be too much to ask…but tell me… who do you love?" Viktor bit his lip hard and stared searchingly down at Yuri's expressive face.

Yuri's breathing slowed, and an exasperated smile tugged his lips.

"If you don't know the answer to that by now, then there's really no hope for you."

Viktor pressed his forehead against Yuri's again, straining from the effort of not pounding into the younger man's tight heat and forgetting the sentimental aspects altogether.

"I know. I just need to hear you say it."

Yuri stared up into Viktor's seriously gorgeous eyes and said clearly, and as steadily as possible given their position, "I love you, Viktor Nikiforov."

Viktor swallowed thickly and emphatically stated, "I love you too, Yuri Katsuki."

Viktor then took the plunge without further ado, sliding home in one long thrust.

Yuri arched away from the bed with wide eyes, and his mouth opened in a silent scream.

Viktor held still and panted heavily, perspiring from the effort of not moving another inch.

So this is what heaven feels like.

"About damn time."

Viktor gasped and his whole body tensed at the sound of that familiar, unfamiliar voice in his head.

There was a blinding white light, and all of a sudden, time seemed to freeze, with Yuri caught up in the throes, and Viktor still buried to the hilt in paradise, feeling fulfilled and utterly perplexed all at once.


"Let me get this straight. I came to you 364 days ago, and you waited until just now to get off your lazy ass and tap that?"

Viktor blinked once, twice, three times. But the illusion still wouldn't fade.

There was a miniature, blonde haired, toga clad spiritual being floating in the air right above him.

And he was still buried inside of a frozen Yuri, with a hard-on beginning to leak fluid into the now obviously unaware young man.

Of all the weird situations he had ever found himself in, this definitely took the cake.

"Wh—…." Viktor began, eyes widening as the blondie floated down to him and kicked him in the nose. It stung badly.

"That's for being a moron. You don't get to question me. Just be glad I didn't come full sized, else your ass would be in a lot of pain right now."

Viktor glared at the blondie, but didn't move to soothe the burn on his nose, as that would require him to release a handful of Yuri.

Who, by the way, still wasn't moving!

"Speaking of ass…I really don't wanna be looking at yours, but you've left me no choice because you waited till the last minute."

The blondie deadpanned and a clipboard materialized in his hands.

"Are you, or are you not, Viktor Nikiforov?"

Viktor's glare turned mutinous.

"Dumb question. I know. But you have to answer."

"I am." Viktor ground out, fighting with himself not to cum with Yuri being unresponsive and the blondie watching him with barely concealed mirth.

"Consider this payback for making me wait. Do you or do you not wish to be human?"

What the hell kind of question was that?

"I don't make the dialogue. I'm just the taskmaster."

"Of course I wish to be human!"

"Do you or do you not wish to remember?"

Viktor went silent.

"Remember what?"

"Everything."

Yuri insisted they knew each other before now. Viktor swore up and down it was their first time meeting.

But maybe that wasn't strictly true.

Maybe Yuri was right and this was Viktor's chance to finally know what really brought on this…everything that had happened.

"I want to remember."

The blondie paused and gave him an inscrutable look.

"You sure? That's a lot of shit to reload."

Viktor stared seriously at the blondie and said, "I'm positive. I want to know it all."

The blondie sighed and looked down at the clipboard.

"Last thing: have you or have you not found your soul's mate?"

Viktor stared down at Yuri, and for a long minute didn't say anything.

Finally, he smiled.

"Yes. I've found him."

"Good. Now we can get on with it."

The blondie snapped his fingers, and the world came back into focus.


"Nghaaa…you can…move now Viktor…!"

Yuri moaned loudly and Viktor snapped out of his daze with an audible gasp.

"Yuri…"

He then pulled back slowly, and thrust forward with all of his might.

Yuri practically howled as Viktor hit his spot dead on.

Viktor focused on the present without allowing his mind to stray again to what just happened, and he began pounding into the young man with abandon.

His heartrate increased, and he could hear the blood rushing in his ears as Yuri hugged him close and raked his nails along Viktor's shoulder blades.

"V-Viktor! Fuck! Oh god…Viktor! Harder!"

Instead of obliging Yuri's request though, Viktor slowed down his hips, and began to undulate in and out, long and deep.

"Yuri…dammit…all mine...Yuuuri….!"

Yuri's jaw fell slack and Viktor took the opportunity to meld their lips together in a sloppy, wet kiss, involving more tongue than anything else.

"Haa…haaa…ah! I c-can't…Viktor!" Yuri moaned into Viktor's mouth, and his fingers weaved through the man's silvery locks.

Viktor groaned, a deep guttural sound, and Yuri's toes curled as the man finally began to piston in and out of him.

Viktor wanted to draw it out, he really did, but he'd been pushed too close to his limit already.

And Yuri, Yuri was ready to cum. He was so ready to cum, that his cock was turning a purplish red from being neglected between the two for so long already.

Viktor continued to neglect it though. He wanted Yuri to cum just like this, from him alone, and nothing else.

Viktor's eyes sharpened and he panted against Yuri's mouth. "Cum for me, Yuri…!"

"V-Viktor!"

Yuri's eyes screwed shut tight as Viktor surged forward in one huge burst, leaving the young man seeing a bright white universe from behind his eyelids.

Viktor moaned Yuri's name repeatedly as they convulsed in each other's arms, and he released himself into oblivion.


That night Viktor dreamt of another life.

Another time.

Another place.


He was in the middle of the grandest stage. It was all ice. People were cheering, throwing flowers at him, and he was resplendent with pride.

It had been a tough battle.

But at last, he was the champion.

His program had been skated to perfection.

No one could deny his prowess.

Now the only thing missing was—


He had left the rink after winning his final gold at the European Grand Prix. His coach, Yakov, had ushered him through the crowds of people clamoring to get an exclusive interview with the five time champion of the ice, Viktor Nikiforov.

He was pushed into a waiting taxi, and that taxi was told to take him back to his hotel for the remainder of the day.


Nothing more penetrated his heart. No sense of accomplishment. No elation for having surmounted the odds once more.

No love for the ice.

He just felt…empty.

Was this all there was?


The driver had been a drunk.

There was an accident—a terrible accident.


He never made it to the hospital.

He was pronounced dead on site.


"Wakey Wakey!"


"The world beyond. The great pie in the sky. The devil's backyard. Heaven's waiting room. Limbo Limbo!"


"Am I dead?" Viktor asked softly.

"In a manner of speaking yes. In a manner of speaking no. Which would you prefer?"


"Are those my only options?"

"There is one more. But it is for the lost ones. Those who don't know what they want to do, who can't make up their minds and need extra…assistance."

"Well, that sounds like me." Viktor mumbled.

"Are you certain you want to go there? It could be forever. You may never return. Or you may only return."

"You're talking in circles. I just want this to be over."


"Very well. You will have nothing. You will find what you have not. And when it finds you, then you will be free."

"…fine."

"WONDERFUL! Some entertainment at last!"


Tick tock went the clock

The clock in my chest that's never stopped


"It spoke to me." Yuri whispered reverently as he fingered the delicate porcelain of the doll's face. It was exquisitely made, and it looked so real.


"Goodnight Viktor. Sweet dreams."

Yuri pulled his glasses off and laid them on the bedside table, before climbing into bed and rolling over onto his stomach.

Unbeknownst to him, the doll's eyes moved to follow his progress, and the ghost of a smile appeared on its angelic face.

"Goodnight …my master…." Whispered a disembodied voice right as Yuri drifted off to sleep.


Viktor smiled brightly and crawled over Yuri on all fours with feline grace, and he mumbled deeply into his ear, "If you don't wake up now I'll be forced to do very bad things to you, master."

And just like magic, Yuri's eyes shot open, and he went cross-eyed trying to stare up at Viktor, whose face was now hovering inches away from his nose.

"Meep!" Yuri yelped, and his fist shot out and caught Viktor in the jaw.


Yuri stared dumbfounded at Viktor and asked, "Am I the only one who can see you?"

Viktor smirked and replied, "Only in your wildest dreams, master."

Yuri's face lit up like a Christmas tree. "Stop calling me that! I'm not!"

"You are. But what would you prefer I call you?" Viktor asked.

"Yuri, Katsuki Yuri!"

Viktor grabbed Yuri's hand and kissed the back of it. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Katsuki Yuri."


Yuri swallowed hard and earnestly said, "It's not that I hate you or anything like that. In fact, I think I could kinda sorta actually like you if you were a real person, but I just can't get over the fact that you're a doll. I mean really, how does that even work?!"

Viktor laughed shortly, "Your guess is as good as mine. All I really know is that we're tied together, and unless you do it, nothing is going to get rid of me."

Yuri shrugged. "Then I guess we're stuck."

Viktor smiled lopsidedly, "Is that acceptance I hear?"

Yuri blushed, "I don't know what you hear. Clean your ears out!"


Viktor grabbed his chin and forced him to meet his eyes again. "I like you too."

And in a heartbeat, Viktor's lips were pressed against his own. Yuri flushed, closed his eyes, and sighed into the kiss.

It tasted like candy.

Cotton candy.


"Did Dorothy love the Tin Man?"

"I don't know. It wasn't that kind of story."

"I'm sure she did."

"How come?"

"Because the Tin Man loved Dorothy."


"I'm sorry Viktor…I really do love you. Just come back. Please, come back!" Yuri sobbed desperately into his hands and hiccupped softly as shudders wracked his frame and the doll remained just a doll lying on his pillow.

What had he done?


"Yuuuuri…" A deep mellow sounding voice purred into his ear. "Yuuuuri….wake up, my precious."

Yuri slowly cracked his eyes open as his heartrate skyrocketed into outer space.

Was he really hearing, what he thought he was hearing?

"V-Viktor….?" He gasped softly.

"In the flesh." Viktor smiled.

Yuri rolled over onto his side and hurled himself into Viktor's bare chest.

"I thought you were gone!" He cried.

"I thought I was gone too." Viktor murmured. "I guess we both thought wrong."


Yuri felt Viktor's arms curling around him, and he pushed the other down onto his back, so that Yuri was now straddling the older man.

Yuri blushed deeply and said, "I want you to…to….to!"

Viktor's mouth twitched and he whispered, "To what?"

"Make love to me dammit!"

Viktor's mouth stretched into proudly beaming smile, and he warmly said, "I thought you'd never ask."


"Here we go, sweetheart." Viktor muttered.

Yuri nodded and whispered, "I love you, Viktor."

"I love you too…" Viktor replied, and slid slowly home.


Viktor awoke early the next morning, sweating profusely, sticking to Yuri like a second skin, and still attached down below.

Yuri winced and moaned before cracking his eyes open at the feeling of Viktor finally (finally) slipping out of his tenderized entrance.

Viktor stared wonderingly down at Yuri.

Yuri flushed hard and rolled over to fully face Viktor's hungry gaze.

"Umm….good morning?"

"Good morning…" Viktor breathed.

"I feel like I've been dreaming for a very long time, and I'm only just now waking up to another dream."

Yuri blinked blearily and slowly smiled.

"I think I know the feeling."

Viktor chuckled softly. "I'm not so sure you do."

Yuri poked him in the chest.

"You're not the one who lost his virginity to a doll that turned into a man, who only just showed back up a year later and proclaimed his love all over again."

Viktor stared at Yuri.

Yuri stared at Viktor.

Yuri turned beet red as he suddenly realized, "You wouldn't have understood a word of that just now. I'm sorry! I keep forgetting myself."

"It's alright. I understood completely."

"I mean it's not as though you really remember everything that happened, and hearing me go on and on about some weird doll must be unnerving first thing—…"

Yuri trailed off as Viktor cut in with a laugh, "I said I understand."

"But—…" Yuri began, only to be silenced by Viktor's lips pressing briefly against his own.

"I remember now."

Yuri's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates, and his voice shook as he said, "Y-you r-remember what exactly?"

Viktor's eyes bore into Yuri's and he raised a hand to Yuri's cheek, rubbing the skin with his thumb.

"E-v-e-r-y-thing. Even the part where you said you couldn't live without me and you would die if I didn't come back, immediately."

Yuri's eyes glazed over and he slapped Viktor's chest lightly. Sniffing a b it as he grumbled, "I never said anything of the sort!"

"But you were thinking it." Viktor smirked.

"So when you say you remember everything…do you really mean everything?"

Viktor's eyes smoldered as he looked Yuri up and down and ran a hand down the length of the young man's body, stopping at Yuri's hip, to pull the other flush against his front.

Yuri blushed fiercely at the feel of all that naked flesh pressed against him, and his backside gave a warning twinge.

"V-Viktor…."

"Yes?"

"I'm happy you got your memory back, but please, I'm still sore…" Yuri whimpered.

Viktor chuckled.

"I would never do anything to hurt you."

Yuri stared dubiously at the man, but then smiled fondly.

"Should we go take a shower?"

Viktor grinned, "I thought you'd never ask."

Yuri shuddered, "JUST a shower! I mean it!"

"Of course, of course, I'll be good."

Viktor squeezed Yuri's body possessively to himself.

"I'll be so very, very good."


Yuri fought back a moan as Viktor's hands soaped up his body from head to toe, running over his chest and over his backside in quick time.

He was being felt up. No doubt about it.

And Viktor did so with the utmost of care and precision.

"Spread your legs a bit, Yuri. That's it…" Viktor murmured, hands kneading between Yuri's thighs, as his fingers journeyed to the cleft in between the young man's cheeks, to gently clean the entryway into that beautiful body.

"Nnn….nyahaa…Viktor…" Yuri bit at his knuckle to stifle the sounds rolling unbidden from his mouth.

And Viktor continued his ministrations until the dark haired beauty was squeaky clean, and flushed all over.

"Gorgeous. Simply gorgeous…" Viktor purred.


When at last, Viktor and Yuri finally exited the bathroom…it was high time for breakfast.

Yuri's stomach grumbled loudly and Viktor grabbed his hand with a cheeky smile.

"Shall we go to the kitchen?"

Yuri sighed and pulled his robe tighter to his body. "After I get changed, yeah."

Viktor nodded and tugged the other back to Yuri's room, which was not the room they'd slept in last night.

Yuri blushed fiercely and hurried down the hallway to his bedroom, staring down at their joined hands with a bubbly feeling in his chest.

Viktor remembered. He had to, because they'd never been down this way before now, and Viktor knew just where to go to get Yuri safe and sound behind closed doors.

"Aah…nothing's changed. It's just the way we left it." Viktor murmured in satisfaction.

"The way I left it you mean. It's only been a year. How much could have possibly happened…?" Yuri trailed off and went over to his bed and sat down.

"A lot. Quite a lot." Viktor smiled, and sat down beside Yuri.

They both stared up at the ceiling together for a long minute, until Yuri turned his head to take in Viktor's profile.

It was seriously unreal.

Just being here…seeing him again, was unreal.

Yuri felt the tears welling up behind his eyes, and he hurriedly snatched his glasses off to wipe them away.

Viktor caught his hand mid-swipe.

"I don't like to see you cry. Isn't this supposed to be a happy occasion? We're finally together again." Viktor brought Yuri's hand to his lips and kissed the young man's fingers tenderly.

Yuri hiccupped a bit and said, "But for how long? You have a life now. You're a real person. It can't possibly be the same as it was before."

Viktor raised an eyebrow.

"Who says it has to be the same? Why can't it be different, better?"

Yuri swallowed thickly.

"I've never been in a conventional relationship before. I wouldn't know what the hell to do."

Viktor laughed.

"Isn't it simple? We just have to be together."

"All the time? Isn't that a bit much? I mean…you were a doll before, which was different. Now you're a human being with history and such. And I know you can't stay in Japan forever…"

"Says who?" Viktor coked his head to a side and blinked innocently.

Yuri blanched.

"You wouldn't seriously consider giving up your life in Russia to be here would you?"

Viktor sighed. "Some life it was. I was just a regular Joe. Nothing special, to no one special. I didn't even have a family to go home to."

Yuri's eyes widened at the onslaught of information.

"No family? What about your mum and dad?"

"I was raised in an orphanage. And I have no desire to return to that place."

Yuri bit his lip and hugged himself, to avoid hugging Viktor. He didn't want to come off as too clingy all of a sudden.

"I don't know what to say to that."

"You don't have to say anything. Just let me be here. With you. It's all I want. All I have ever wanted." Viktor's eyes were shining, earnest.

Yuri uncrossed his arms and launched himself at the man, knocking him backwards onto the bed.

"You know this'll probably never pan out…" he muttered. "We're both so different…and nobody'll believe how we met. It's all some kind of freakishly long fairytale we're living."

"But I like fairytales. And you're my princess. My only princess."

Yuri snorted.

"I'm not a girl."

"You don't have to be. But I still love you. And you're still mine." Viktor stated.

Yuri shook his head and leaned over Viktor, resting his weight on his forearms.

"If I'm yours then you're mine too."

Viktor beamed up at Yuri. "Of course."

"So what now?"

"Now, we kiss."

"And then?"

"Then, we get you fed."

"And then?"

"Then…we've got the whole rest of our lives to figure this thing out."

"Tch, what a cop-out."

Viktor smirked.

"Mark my words, we'll be together forever. This time for real."

"How can you be so sure?" Yuri asked.

"Because I'm never gonna let you go." Viktor seriously stated.

Yuri dropped his head and blushed.

Viktor carded his hand through dark locks until Yuri met his eyes again.

"I guess we're stuck then."

"Damn straight."

Viktor then took the initiative and brought their mouths together in a crushing kiss.

Yuri moaned aloud and kissed him passionately back.

It was the perfect ending.


BAM!

"YURI! BREAKFAST!"

"MARI! DO YOU EVER KNOCK!?"

Hi sister grinned evilly and gleefully said, "At least it's not a doll this time."

Yuri grabbed a pillow and threw it at Mari, who caught it deftly and flung it back onto the bed.

"Viktor, I expect you to stick around this time." Mari intoned warningly.

"You break his heart and I'll break your d—…."

"MARI!" Yuri interrupted her threat, feeling all sorts of flustered.

Mari smirked. "You get the picture."

"GET OUT!"

"I promise I'm not going anywhere this time." Viktor smiled.

Mari nodded. "I'll hold you to that."

Yuri finally got off Viktor and stomped over to the door, only to slam the thing shut in his sister's face.

"No privacy! Whatsoever!" Yuri fumed, and Viktor slid up behind him with both arms around his waist.

"There, there. We can move into our own place if you like." Viktor calculatingly said.

"With whose money?" Yuri lamented.

Viktor hummed. "I happen to have quite a bit in savings stored away."

Yuri's ears perked up.

"It's enough to get us by for quite some time…"

"Are you secretly a rich guy with too much time on his hands?" Yuri's eyes sparkled.

Viktor scratched coyly at his cheek, "I don't know about rich, but definitely thrifty."

"Good enough!" Yuri laughed and turned in Viktor's arms to kiss the man smack dab on the mouth.

"But seriously, don't waste your savings on that. I'm sure you have plenty of things you'd like to spend that money on."

"Only a fast getaway to an uninhabited island where just the two of us can live and have raunchy sex whenever and wherever we please, without the interruption of well-meaning busy-body family members."

Viktor beamed.

Yuri's mouth twitched and he said, "So about that place…"

"I'm sure we'll work something out."

Yuri opened his mouth to reply just as a yell came from down the hallway, "IF YOU DON'T GET YOUR BUTTS DOWN HERE, I'M COMING BACK UP WITH REINFORCEMENTS!"

Yuri rolled his eyes, "We better get dressed. I am hungry."

Viktor laughed, "We should swing by my room beforehand, as all my clothes are there."

Yuri shook his head. "You might as well bring your things down here. It's more convenient that way."

"Are you inviting me for a sleepover?"

Yuri started pulling out clothes as he replied, "If you wanna call it that. Yeah. Sure."

Finally he untied the robe and began to dress himself as Viktor stared shamelessly at his naked, and quickly being covered, body.

Viktor licked his lips and swallowed hard.

"You know, you are a wonderful little tease." He muttered.

Yuri flushed and pulled his sweatshirt over his head. "Am not. You're just horny."

"Only for you, only for you." Viktor smiled sweetly, before following Yuri out the door.


And They Lived Happily Ever After

…The End…


"Aaaaand that's a rap. Seriously. Go home."

"You can't end it there, they didn't even DO anything!"

"They did everything! What more do you want from me?! T-T"


(Random note: The authoress is pretty much tapped out of this universe and hopes you all enjoyed this fic and its long overdue ending, to some degree.)

(Random note #2: Somewhere along the way Yurio made an appearance in the boldfaced print. I was just as shocked as the rest of you no doubt.)

(Random note #3: I think that after this fic, I am in need of serious therapy. As I really don't know what the hell just happened.)


A/N: So, I think I wrapped everything up in a neat half-arsed little bow. *insert tears* I tried my best to give you all something to fangasm over, but I think I may have failed utterly. However, now that this series is complete *insert shifty eyes*, I should be able to focus on newer bunnies that will no longer be scared away by my unfinished projects. *heavy sigh*

As always, I thank you for spending time and energy reading this fic. It's been a labor of love. Please review if you enjoyed anything about this piece, or even if you wanna stab my eyes out now. I'll understand completely. *insert ZEN pose* Ah MOU! I look forward to seeing you all again on another fic, so please, just stay tuned. Hopefully, there'll be lots more coming your way after I detox from this monster.

And by monster, I do mean lovely piece of art. (*insert anime sweatdrop*)

Dasvidaniya~ C.A.W


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