Viktor knew right away that it was him. It would always be him. When that door slammed in his face and his heart hit the ground, he knew there would never be another to replace him, another who he would chase helplessly even if it meant he'd never sleep again.

It hit him like a ton of bricks.

Morning, Noon, Day, Or Night, It had always been him, and it always would be.

The rest of the week passed, and Yuuri didn't see his pretty face once. It didn't matter though, he was just a good looking face with intentions just as dirty as the rest of them. Men like him were cruel anyway. Instead of being straight and telling it how it was, they hid behind a mask, a mask made of pretty lies, of past lovers' hearts, of their tears. Yuuri didn't need a man like that around, not when he had honest men on speed dial.

It was better if he never came back.

"Eros?"

But oh, that voice, when he heard that sweet accent, that was when his heart stopped; everything did.

"Why hadn't you come back sooner?"

Viktor closed the door behind them. They had lucked out and found a much cleaner room in the back that time,so he wouldn't need a bath afterwards, it shrugged his jacket off; his shoes sat next to the rack. "I had a lot on my plate these past few days, but I assure you it wasn't purposeful."

Yuuri sat down on the edge of the bed. "Ah, I see."

Yuuri would be a fool to say he wasn't curious about his client's days. Sometimes hearing about them took away the pain, breaking it away from his fingers. "Where do you work?"

Viktor froze. "Oh, um." He cleared his throat. "I work for the..." He looked across the room. "I work for the paper."

It was almost as if he were unsure of his own words.

"Interesting. Got any columns in the Times?"

Viktor rubbed his neck and laughed softly. "No, I haven't got that far yet unfortunately."

"That's okay, I'm sure you're great." Yuuri smiled.

"Thanks." Viktor dipped his hands into his pockets.

"Anyways," Yuuri looked to the floor. He wasn't sure why, but he felt flustered. It wasn't often a man of Viktor's position came running back. When they did, it was often a rushed reunion with Yuuri not having a say in the ordeal. "Why don't you come and lay down? Get nice and comfortable, yeah?" he patted the space beside himself and winked.

Viktor blushed brightly, his eyes doe-like. "Okay."

Yuuri rested his head on the headboard and bit his lip as he waited.

"Viktor?"

"Yeah?"

Yuuri laughed; he was completely oblivious.

"Take your pants off first okay?"

Viktor paused. "Right, sorry I forgot."

He undid his belt buckle and shuffled his pants down his waist. It had been awhile since he could tell a man what to do, yet alone get them to listen.

"That's okay baby, we have as long as you paid for." Yuuri purred.

When they hit the floor Yuuri bit his lip. His legs were toned, muscular, but that's not what had Yuuri's focus. Yuuri licked his lips idly. He couldn't stop himself from moaning at the mere outline of Viktor's length. He was already stiff, and Yuuri hadn't even touched cleared his throat, avoiding Yuuri's glances. "I forgot to ask the last time," He walked across the room. "Do you have any kinks?"

"Kinks?"

Viktor crawled up onto the bed. "Yeah, like what makes you feel good?"

Yuuri laughed. He really hadn't had clients like Viktor. "I guess I like when..." He bit his lip, lowering his voice. "I like when men take charge. pull my hair and slap my ass, the dominant type I guess?"

Viktors eyes shrank. "Wait really? I never would have expected that."

Yuuri shifted his weight onto his elbow and leaned down. "It's more or less what I'm used to."

Viktor licked his lips. "I like when my partner is pleased."

"What's that mean?" Yuuri furrowed his brow.

"Well," Viktor rubbed his chin. "I tend to put my focus on their pleasure before mine; I like to see them happy."

Throughout the years Yuuri had learned a one thing. if a man's a wolf in bed, he was a sheep on the streets. Viktor was just the opposite.

"That's really sweet." Yuuri patted his shoulder.

Viktor waved off the compliment. "It's nothing really."

"No, I'm serious. Any girl would be lucky to have you as a lover, I assure you."

Anyone would be lucky.

"Thank you." Viktor smiled half heartedly.

He trailed his fingers across Viktor's thighs, goosebumps forming in their wake. He dipped his fingers below the waistband of the briefs. Viktor was warm, his skin smoother than silk. Viktor's breath caught in his throat and he stiffened his shoulders.

"Hey, it's okay, there's nothing to be afraid of." Yuuri smiled and patted his thigh. "Why don't you lay back, I'll make you feel good, yeah?"

Viktor bit his lip and rubbed his neck. A blush crawled up his neck, his ears; his cheeks flushed in a delicate shade of red. It was innocent, a poison to his veins. It had been unexpected. Viktor took his hand and gave it a tight squeeze before kissing it, his eyes not daring to move away. It sent a jolt through his heart, a shiver across his back. Where had these feelings fell from; how had his mind allowed them?

For a brief moment Viktor's gaze went to his lips.

It was only his imagination.

At least that's what he had hoped.

Yuuri shook it off.

But Viktor kept looking.

He kept looking and somehow was closer than before.

The hairs on Yuuri's back rose.

"Viktor?"

And then he could taste peppermint, a sweet lie crawling up his neck. His breath was hot and shaky, a twinge of despair in his glacier eyes. Too close, it was all too close. Viktor tilted his chin up. "Eros…"

All he wanted was to forget that small voice. He had to. That gentle touch was unsafe. Yuuri knew. Those fingers were frigid against his heated cheek, those lovely eyes making everything else still. It made him lonelier; when this was over, he'd never see them, never hold them in his own again."Yes?"

And then he tasted it. His eyes fell shut, and he tasted more; he felt the soft press against his lips, the smooth breath stealing his. Viktor nuzzled into his neck. "Let me take care of you tonight."

Viktor's eyes were heavy, deep enough that he was falling in them, sinking into the mattress below. Of course he had to miss this, of course that cruel touch against his lips would make him weaker than before. How violent his thoughts raced, how fast his heart raged amongst his brittle veins. He could smell Viktors cologne, could taste the toothpaste on the edge of his lip, hear his panicked breaths amongst the silence. Care, Viktor wanted to care for him. But He didn't deserve those sweet kisses, or those hands in his hair, the weight of Viktor's body pressed against his.

But oh God, how he'd do anything to have it.

"If that's what you want." Yuuri purred into his ear.

Viktor pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek. "It is."

His kiss was so soft Yuuri barely noticed pressed his forehead against his. After a moment Yuuri kissed him shyly. Viktor let out a startled gasp and then sighed. He was hesitant to keep going but when Viktor grasped his neck, pushed their lips together deeper...

"Mmh," He moaned softly. "Viktor-"

He pulled Viktor down with him. Viktor nibbled at his bottom lip, rubbed patterns into his hips.

"Viktor…" He whimpered.

"Shh, it's okay, you're safe." Viktor peppered his nose, his forehead, his cheeks, everywhere he could find in kisses.

How it broke his heart, how it left his resolve at the door, those kind words would never be true, would never be more outside of those four walls. It was beyond wrong and tasted sour on his tongue. "Promise?"

He didn't even realize he had begun to cry until he felt Viktor wipe away the tears, replacing them with more soft pecks.

"Promise. I will never hurt you."

For just that gentle evening he could pretend that was true.

Rid me of these doubts.

Yuuri wiped his eyes and smiled.

Viktor crawled on top of him, his kiss desperate. It took the air from his lungs... "So good for me, so beautiful." Viktor grinded his hips down. The touch was electric; it sent a spark down Yuuri's stomach. He gasped into Viktors mouth, and this only prompted him to deepen the kiss. "Eros.."

The way he said that name, how tender, how it curled on his tongue. Yuuri grinded up harder and sighed. It was hot, more harmful than a slap. It felt too kind, too close.

"Viktor.."

Yuuri parted his thighs, spread his legs across the slippery blankets. He couldn't resist. He crooked his finger into his mouth and sucked it. He dipped his other hand into his panties and moaned teasingly. "I want you."

Viktor flushed hopelessly and furrowed his brow. "Let me have you please, Eros; let me show you how lovely you are."

Yuuri loved it, the desperation in Viktors voice; it was so pure, so damn innocent. He blushed and nodded slowly. He leaned up and whispered into Viktors ear. "Take me."

And then Viktor was gone. It was all he could focus on, when Viktor sucked into his neck, his hand going in between his thighs. When Viktor bit into his skin, Yuuri mewled. His lips were so soft, so wet.

"Mmh." Yuuri whined.

When Viktor pulled up he pushed him back down. He ran his fingers through Viktor's hair. "M-more." Viktor looked up through his fringe, a ghost of a smile on his lips. He pulled Yuuri by the hips and gave him a quick kiss. "What do you desire?"

He huffed into Yuuri's neck breathlessly, fingers shaking against his skin.

"Give me all of you." Yuuri glanced away. "Make me feel like last time."

Make the longing taste like something more.

That was all he needed to hear. Viktor leaned back onto his knees, eyed Yuuri longingly and licked his lips.

"Viktor..."

Viktor ran his hands down Yuuri's chest, grazing the skin slowly. He pressed soft kisses into the skin, hunger in his gaze. He was everywhere, lips on his stomach, hands ghosting across his panties...

It was hell.

"Please..." Yuuri whined and grinded up into his touch. He keened at the pressure building, bit his lip and swiveled his hips.

A long love bite on his navel, that hot breath across his thighs...But his kisses didn't stop, just grew more intense. Down his chest, down his stomach, down his waist…

Yuuri bit his lip. He looked so pretty like that, between his thighs, his lips raw and red. It made for a good image, a picture to frame over his bed…

He pushed Viktor's face closer until he could feel his breath, his hot, shaky breath across his panties.

"Promise me if I do anything you don't like you'll tell me, okay?" Even from there he sounded genuine.

"Promise."

Viktor smiled softly. He grabbed Yuuri and pulled him closer. "I'm gonna make you feel good." Viktor purred. Yuuri had not known what he meant until he felt it. Viktors lips on his skin, on his thighs. He sucked into the skin, startling a gasp out of Yuuri. Viktor pressed a soft kiss just above his waistband."I've got you." Viktor's fingers were like that of a saint, and in that moment Yuuri hoped; he desperately needed to taint him.

"Please, I..."

He was so gorgeous. How Viktor cherished his blush, the way his moan grew higher if he kissed the right places. It made him more aroused, much more desperate to please Eros. As his trembling fingers met Eros's panties he said, "I'm going to take them off now, okay?"

Eros had looked absolutely wrecked with his midnight locks falling into his eyes, his lips raw and wet. "Hurry Vitya."He panted.

Pressing Viktor closer to that place he so desperately wanted, Eros panted shakily, his eyes heavy lidded.

Slowly the fabric separated from his body, and Eros let out a soft hiss. He was beautiful, laid out completely bare for Viktor, only Viktor. That would be his second lie that night.

Clenching his fingers into the sheets, Eros keened when Viktor touched the tip of his erect member. It was so warm, already a line of precum trailing down the slit. Viktor lived for it, would worship Eros until he couldn't feel anything but him. Eros's eyes were glued to him. He was trembling, shaking as if Viktors touch was foreign, was enough to make him break. A hot breath against the shaft, it was unlike anything he had ever felt. Viktor stroked him slowly, milked that pleasured expression for all it was worth. He squirmed helplessly against Viktors touch, Having nothing to do with his hands, he ran them down Viktors chest, scraped into his pecs with a predatory twinkle in his eyes. Just as Viktor swiped the tip with his thumb Eros flew up from the pillows. "Ah, Viktor!"

Eros covered his mouth, covered those delicious noises behind his palm as if they were worthless. "Mmh!"

Viktor dipped his fingers into the small cap of lube. He rubbed the liquid in between his fingers to give it warmth as he patted Eros's thighs. He sighed shakily. "Can you spread your legs for me?"

Eros did just that. It was nothing but sinful, another reason for Viktor to be restless, to be hard and trembling.

Viktor rubbed his thighs and smiled.

"Lay back molishka ."

Viktor looked elegant even then. When took Yuuri into his mouth, lips stretched around him, his brow a line of sweat.

His throat was hot, clenching around him. It felt unreal, a pleasure he'd never experienced.

As his dick hit the back of Viktor's throat Yuuri choked out a moan, kicked his feet. "O-oh my, s-so wet, so hot I-"

And then Viktor sucked. He gripped Yuuri's hips tightly, bobbed his head slightly.

"Ah, I can't, Viktor!"

Viktor hummed around him. He clenched his eyes shut, bit his lip so hard he could taste blood. No one had touched him this way in so long, allowed the pleasure to surge through his veins

Viktor put Yuuri's hand to the back of his head. He pulled off for a moment to say. "Use me krotko , fuck my mouth."

Then he was down Viktor's throat again. He was being so spoiled he barely noticed Viktor's fingers teasing at his entrance. As Viktor swallowed around him Yuuri pushed him down further. The pace was sporadic as he tugged, but it felt too good to stop, to let Viktor come up for air. Viktor choked and tapped Yuuri's thigh desperately. He hummed as Yuuri bobbed him, the vibrations making his toes curl, his heart speed up.

When Viktor came up for air, he gasped loudly. A line of spit fell from his wet lips. "Shall I continue?" His voice was hoarse.. He wanted to kiss that look off his pretty face, but Yuuri knew it wasn't his place, his delight to have.

With the strength he had to resist left Yuuri shook his head. "T-that was amazing but," He shuffled back up the bed. "I want something else right now." Maybe Yuuri was going mad for letting the man get as far as he did with his lips, but for once it didn't bother him, for once he'd enjoy it.

For once, for a slipping moment those words were true, enough for him to smile.

It tore Viktor's heart in two.

You don't need me like I need you.

He pressed his finger against Eros's fluttering hole, kissed his thigh as it went through the first ring of muscle. After he thrusted it back and forth a bit Eros sighed. "Add another."

As the second Finger breached his rim Eros flinched. It was as if he wasn't used to this still, even though he had others before Viktor, would have more after...

"Ah-, yeah there, feels good." Eros bit his lip and rolled his hips as Viktor pressed deeper. As he clenched around the fingers Eros flicked his nipple and spread his legs further. "Keep going baby, I can't wait to feel you."

Viktor's breath hitched.

"Well?" Eros furrowed his brow and wrapped a hand around himself. "Go on, add another."

As the third finger went in it squelched. He thrust it in slowly, watched Eros's face for any hint of hesitation.

Viktor pushed in further, deeper, deep-

"Mmmh, just fuck me already!"

Viktor pulled his fingers out slowly, and Eros clenched around nothing.

Yuuri didn't know why he let him do it, how he allowed Viktor to lay him amongst the pillows, scatter his mind across the sheets so easily. His innocence was never taken from him; he still bled of it in every form, in every kind way Yuuri could never be. It was in the way he held Yuuri, how his eyes crinkled with joy at Yuuri's whines. He should have been just as bare as Yuuri, just as desperate as the others. But he shined through the lust, his hands like an anecdote on Yuuri's thighs, words the cure to an illness Yuuri hadn't been aware of.

"You look so pretty."

Viktor pulled his boxer briefs down and huffed out through grit teeth as his erection hit the air. Yuuri licked his lips and took in the sight. He still had the taste of him on his tongue, still felt his dick across the back of his throat.

When Viktor caught him staring he blushed. "What? Is something wrong?"

Yuuri pulled him down forcefully. "Get in me, now."

"Yes, of course, of course."

Viktor buried his face in the crook of his neck and sighed. Viktor guided his dick to his entrance with trembling fingers. He let out a soft cry when the tip teased his rim. "I-I'm sorry if this hurts you." Viktor ran a hand through Yuuri's hair and kiss his cheek. Viktor pushed his tip in slowly, gracing Yuuri with a sinful image. He rocked his hips with Viktor's, smiling up at him to reassure, he still wanted, he definitely needed this.

Viktor pushed in further. "Mmm Baby, you're so tight, so good for me."

He babbled like a fool into Yuuri's ear, his breath hot and untamed.

Yuuri knew it took everything in that poor man's conscience to lay still. As their bodies connected and Viktor was completely seated inside of him Yuuri let out a soft moan.

He was so much for Yuuri's small frame; it was a miracle he made it halfway in. "Are you okay?"

Yuuri took a deep breath and nodded. "Yes, keep going."

Tears flew down his cheeks as Viktor twitched inside of him. For once it felt right to be filled, to be held so close to someone. It terrified him. "Move."

Viktor pulled back. His thighs were shaking, breath wavering.

Then when it felt like he might never come back, Viktor thrust back in. It hit all the right spots, left him crying out like an animal in heat.. He wanted to remember this, the featherweight touch on his skin, those lips on his neck.

Yuuri had never had such a man as Viktor. one with the cute button nose, with dimples on his freckled cheeks, a cherry red blush on his cheeks. He was starving for it.

Viktor started moving slowly. There was a crease in his neck, a furrow in his brow, that glimmer in his eyes only intensified, made Yuuri's heart flutter like the wings of a hummingbird.

He ran his hand down Viktor's throat. "Why are you holding back hm? Don't you want to wreck me, pound me into this mattress?"

"Because I like how pretty you look like this."Viktor dreamily sighed.

Yuuri arched his back and spread his legs further. "Like this?"

Viktor bit his lip and nodded. "Yeah, just like that."

For once, it was Yuuri who called the shots. Yuuri held him in the palm of his hand, dangled him by a thread. He gripped his ass tightly and spread himself apart. How Viktor's cock disappears into him, how each thrust was punctuated by a slap of skin. He looked Viktor in the eyes and said. "Harder."

Viktor moaned louder and angled his hips. "You're so good, you feel amazing.."

His hair stuck to his forehead, his neck in a sheen of sweat. But Yuuri was no better.

Viktor gritted out a soft whine and babbled on and on, littering Yuuri's ears with compliments, praises he couldn't keep. Stars, there were actual stars in Viktor's eyes, twinkling and sparkling.. "Fuck me harder!" With a hand on either side of him Viktor thrust hard, pounding into him just like he needed. "Mmh, fuck baby give it to me!"

He wanted the man to cum, to see his gorgeous body tense as he let go. He gripped Viktor by the neck and pulled him in for a harsh kiss. Viktor moaned into it, the sound vibrating through his mind. It fueled his veins, gave him reason to breathe.

all Yuuri could feel was Viktor inside of him, his breath down his neck, his hands on his hips.

Yuuri moaned louder as Viktor switched his angle. His cock barely grazed Yuuri's prostate. "Mhh ah! Viktor there!" He gasped.

It almost felt like Viktor wanted him to enjoy this, to taste the sugarary pleasure that came with it. After a few more thrusts Viktor finally hit it. He screamed but quickly covered his mouth to stop himself from making too much noise. He rolled up with every other thrust Viktor made. He was drooling, foaming at the mouth like a rabid dog, whining desperately for his cock, for Viktor.

From the change in pace it was clear Viktor wasn't going to last much longer. "Oh god Eros, I-I'm gonna."

Yuuri grabbed his ass again and purred, his eyes heavy. "Come for me, make me not know anyone else's name but yours," He pulled Viktor down and bit into his ear. "Vitya."

Viktor lost it. He gripped Yuuri's hips tightly and his thrusted relentlessly. His words were of another language, his voice deep and tainted. "Fuck detka, ya tak blizok!"

Yuuri was losing his grip on the sounds around him. Everything was blurred, everything except for Viktors hand around his dick. He stroked in pace with his thrusts which were sporadic at that point. Yuuri was close, the heat building in his groin like a ticking bomb about to erupt. His ears rang, and his legs had needles in them. It was as if he had jumped into another body, one that didn't hold his burdens, that didn't hold his weight; he was free. All he could see was white, and he was cumming hard.

"Vitya!"

Viktor groaned loudly and thrusted deep, His movements were enough to make Yuuri clench around him. "Cmon Vitya, cum for me, fill me up baby." He scratched down Viktors chest and licked his lips. And just like that Viktor fell on top of Yuuri. With a long grunt he came. His cum coated Yuuri's walls in warmth, left him squirming and whining. Even then, when Yuuri was a tainted mess Viktor still looked at him with those kind eyes. "That was incredible." He pecked the side of Yuuri's lip and smiled,he smiled. There was nothing he wouldn't give to keep it, to capture it and hide it somewhere safe. Yuuri wanted him to be safe, but he knew better, because when Viktor pulled out that wasn't his.

"Are you alright darling?' Viktor croaks out tiredly.

Whenever he did get the chance to orgasm in front of other clients they usually were out the door before he could ask them their name. Viktor traced his eyes down Yuuri's body even after he had just been inside of him, even when Yuuri's cum was staining his stomach. How could he be so kind, think of Yuuri in such a manner?

"I'm fine."

He couldn't break down in front of the man, not now, not ever. But he was holding Yuuri's hand now and he had that glow on his skin. The kiss on his wrist only did him in, made the nerves melt. Yuuri didn't understand him at all and that's what scared him the most. He could deal with the scumbags, the cheaters, the slimeballs, but not this. Not him.