The Inversed Butterfly

by: toodles13

Chapter 2- Martyr's Finger

"It is remarkable how similar the pattern of love is to the pattern of insanity"

–The Merovingian

Part III- Viktor

I hate it.

He's not looking at me.

I hate it when he does that. When he doesn't set his gaze upon me. I want him to look at me. To see only me.

Look only at me , Yuuri. Not at others. Only ME.

He flinches when I take a step towards him; a typical reaction. I hold his face in my right hand with my palm caressing his cheeks. My action makes his eyes widen in surprise.

"Look at me" I tell him as I turn his face towards me. Our eyes meet for a brief second before he averted them and looked down.

"I-I need t-to get back to class professor." he says to me in a trembling voice. He tried to get away but I anticipated his movement and grabbed his arm with my other hand. "P-please let go of me. I-I really need to get back to my class". He tells me again. And as much as I want to hear his voice tremble, I don't want to hear it that way, I want to hear it trembling with pleasure.

I want to hear you scream my name.

"I said look at me, Yuuri." I told him once again as I tighten my grip on his arm. I smiled at him when he finally looked at me. Chocolate eyes that makes me drown in them look up to meet my own. I can see in his eyes that he is being cautious and wary. "Now what are you doing here?" I let my thumb slide slowly and sensually on his lips while waiting for his answer.

Ah, so soft. I want to kiss you. And then I'll kiss you some more and bite your lips until they bleed and become puffy.

"I just want to see the nurse for my hand." Wait. What? I stop playing with his lips and I take both of his hands and held it up to my face to inspect it. On his left hand were tiny deep cuts and 4 long scratch lines. They were bleeding.

"What happened?" I sighed as I questioned him. Who did this? Why is he hurt? My question took him by surprise and he looked at me with disbelief.

"I-I got scratched by my- I mean by a do-no I mean a cat. Yes, I got scratched by a cat." he lied. Liar. I look at him and he averts his eyes. Liar. Liar. Pants on fire. I know that he's lying but why should he lie to me. He should tell me the truth, tell me everything. I'm the only one who cares for him. I'm the only one who should know everything about him.

Nobody else, Yuuri. Only ME.

I still remember it. The first time that Yuuri and I met. It was during winter 7 years ago. I was just 20 years old and he was just 16. I was starting my third year in the university and he was a senior in our high school division. It was that time of the year wherein the seniors from the high school division come to the university division for a tour to come and look at the possible courses that might interest them.

At first, I barely paid him any attention when they were introduced to us, he didn't really stand out from the rest of the group. I thought that he was just some everyday plain student.

He caught my attention when I saw him in the university's skating rink. I was done skating and he didn't notice me when he came in as it was a little dark, so I just figured I'd watch him for a bit. I observed him as he put on his skates and went towards the ice, then my world stopped the moment I saw him smile when he stepped in the rink. Then I watched him more as he was moving in the ice so gracefully with pure innocence and emotion.

I couldn't get his smile out of my head.

His smile. He was so beautiful.

It was at that moment that I knew that I wanted him.

"O-ouch!"

I was snapped back from my reverie when I heard him cry out. It was only then that I realized that I was gripping his hands tightly, I loosened my hold and did something that made him gasp in surprise.

I kissed the wounds on his hand gently. Trying to take away the pain.

I darted out my tongue. And looked at him directly in his eyes.

My beautiful Yuuri.

I licked his hand.

Ah I want to taste you again so bad.

Part IV- Yuuri

What is happening? Why is he doing this? Why is he concerned? What is he trying to do? This isn't right.

This is wrong. Very wrong.

But it feels so good.

I blushed at the way his tongue is moving sensually on the top of my hand; like a puppy licking its wound. It's wet and warm. And at his eyes looking straight at my own. Never leaving mine, never wavering in their stare. Making me drown in their blue depths. I tell myself to look away.

I should look away. I should look away. Look. Away.

I can't.

I could feel every lick of his tongue leaving a hot trail on my skin that sets my nerves on fire which is starting to spread to my whole body. It is making everything hot and making it hard to breathe. I can hear my breathing starting to become labored and heavy.

I need to stop him.

I avert my eyes and pulled my hand away from his lips. I secured my hands in front of my chest as I turned and tried to make my way towards the door. I had no other thoughts but to get away from that place and away from him.

I need to leave. Hurry. Leave.

Escape.

My vision became blurry as my glasses were thrown askew when I felt Viktor put his arms around my waist and pull me towards him. When I was fixed my glasses the first thing that my eyes met was Viktor's own, staring at me intensely, and then I noticed that I was sitting astride on his lap.

"Where do you think you're going, Yuuri?"He whispered in my ear. I closed my eyes tightly and tried to suppress my blush as a shiver ran down my spine. "Are you trying to run away from me, Yuuri? That hurts my feelings." I tried to ignore his fingers dancing on the expanse of my back and his warm breath next to my ears.

Don't make a sound Yuuri. Ignore him. Think of other things. I tried to think of something else but the blue of his eyes keep coming back. It kept haunting me, making me remember the past.

When he was so different.

I was introduced to Viktor when I was a senior in the high school division of the University. It was 7 years ago. He was introduced to us by the seniors who was giving us a tour. I really admired him; for he was beautiful, gentle, and kind. The other students told us stories that he was very friendly and nice to everybody. And then we barely saw each other after that. We only began to hang out in some of the parties when I started university. So we were only meeting each other few times a week at parties. It became even rarer after he graduated.

Then something happened.

When I was a senior in university I got jumped on and nearly got beaten up by some thugs near the apartment I was renting. Viktor was the one who saved me.

He was my hero. Was.

I was pulled from my thoughts when I felt Viktor's fingers graze a rather sensitive part of my back. No. Don't fall for his trap again. You mustn't get caught. Not again.

Keep quiet.

Don't. Make. A. Sound.

"A-aahn!"

I shouldn't have been surprised when I saw him smirk before he pulled my head and claimed my lips. I should have expected that he wouldn't stay nice and gentle when he bit my lower lip as he demanded entrance into my mouth; demanding, tasting, and teasing. The warmth and sensation that I was trying to escape and forget are coming back, and it's making my body hot.

After a few seconds Viktor released my mouth and suddenly latched onto my neck. He was nipping at the spots that he knows would surely make me moan. I tried to stop myself from making any sound but it was useless as Viktor already knows which spot to attack.

"Nhhn-ah! No. S-stop"

I tried to get away from Viktor when I felt his hands wandering dangerously close to the hem of my pants.

"Yuuri. What do you mean stop? How can I stop when you're like this?" he asks me as he traces the outline of a bulge in front of my pants. A sign of arousal. My arousal.

This is bad.

And thus the butterfly that was trapped by the spider was unable to escape and was eaten. Once again.

Part V- Viktor

Oh Yuuri. You sound so wonderful. I want to hear you some more. Louder.

I can see that Yuuri is embarrassed as he tried to suppress his moans by covering his mouth with the back of his hand. He was cute.

Just like our first time.

After I played the hero and saved him. My little Yuuri didn't know it but I was already following him for years before the "incident" with the thugs happened. Call it stalking or whatever you want.

What my cute Yuuri doesn't know is that I got bored of just following him and meeting him at parties so I made a little incident that would push him into my arms. In short, I paid the supposed thugs to jump on and scare Yuuri so that I would come and save the day. It happened alright and so much more.

I comforted Yuuri with sex that night. And then I had sex with him again after a few days. It happened for a few months. But then Yuuri told me that we should stop. That he was thankful to me for saving him and all but he doesn't have time for a relationship because of reasons. I didn't listen to him explain everything.

How could I? He was leaving me! My Yuuri was trying to leave me. So I pulled my final card to stop him from leaving me.

I showed him a picture of him from one of our little tryst.

The look on his face was incredible. I handed him the picture and whispered in his ear that I'll see him later and walked off.

Now where was I?

Ah back to my Yuuri.

Yuuri is trying hard not to make a lot of noise as I continue to pump my hand on his arousal. I could see the sweat dripping from his forehead and his glasses getting foggy from the heat of his body.

"Mmnh haa"

I take away the hand on his lips and replaced it with my own lips as I moved my hand up and down a little more vigorously in order to make him moan louder. I could feel his climax coming close so I pumped even harder.

"A-aah no. V-viktor I.. I'm cu- aaah!"

After wiping my hands I looked at Yuuri who was still panting and breathing heavily as he came down from his post-orgasm high. I took in the way his cheeks were still red, the way his chest is rising up and down as he keeps breathing heavily as if he ran a marathon, and the way his shirt is riding up and exposing his stomach that is now stained with a pool of his come.

So delicious.

I licked my lips as I peeked at the clock hanging on wall. Such a shame we don't have much time.

I bent over to give his lips one last peck.

"Clean up quickly little piggy. The nurse will be back soon."

Then I headed for the door.