He was always easy to spot in the crowd of dull faces painted in a grim shadow. When they met eyes Viktor beamed even brighter, even more glowing than the radiant sun. When the door closed Yuuri set to get to work. Tonight the man was wearing a cap, a light brown trench coat, and a pair of dark work pants that fit his legs too well for Yuuri's liking. It had been a warm day in the city, and most clients had spared no remorse when coming in merely an old raggedy tank top bathed in sweat or a pair of shorts with too much skin to be considered fashionable.

At least Viktor had class. He started to unbuckle Viktor's pants while fondling him timidly. His boss insisted that they wear less, show a little more skin to the customers. He wore a dark pair of lace stockings with a garter belt to connect to his panties. It made for a show, he supposed, and it got him more business with the losers who didn't have guts to strip him down. All he had to do was pull his panties to the side and they would be able to take him like there was no tomorrow. It was his room they were in for that session, and he couldn't be happier. When it came to being loud Yuuri had earned a reputation as the "High pitched Whore." Men got off on his noises, so he took to making them a little more obscene then they needed to be. In the end he always got paid extra, and it was done and over more quickly.

It was dark, not a candle or lamp to light their way to the bed. It didn't matter when it came down to it, though; plenty of men found it more enduring if they couldn't see he was accepting of their harsh grips in his hair while they took him, as long as it meant less harm. As Viktor layed down Yuuri crawled on top of him. Viktor pressed a timid kiss into his neck and smiled up at him. "You look so lovely detka."

He wrapped his arms around Yuuri's waist and pulled him closer. An electrical current stirred in between them. It had been too long since the last time, too many fingerprints marking his body and less than enough passion in the heat. It left him desperate, his cock pressed against his panties and leaking remorsefully. His lashes fluttered in the darkness as Viktor kissed his neck again, this time using his teeth. When he got the response he wanted Viktor pressed his face into Yuuri's neck. His breath had stirred a fire in Yuuri's loins, the way his fingers danced that tightrope across his nipple like a ghost fueling a light inside he hadn't been made aware of until then. Viktor's soft moans were like music to his ears, the way they vibrated across his skin, how they lingered with wants, with unfulfilled desire. Yuuri loved them, would do anything to get a vinyl record of it so that he could play it on repeat. Over and over to drown out the obnoxious grunts from the others, over and over until he couldn't hold back anymore. Each kiss was more intense than the last. He sucked and marked Yuuri like a delicate piece on his bedroom wall, so careful and precise with his touch it might have been illegal.

"I need more.."

Even in the darkness of his room Yuuri could see the way Viktor's eyes had darkened, how his precious lips had loomed red. "What is it that you desire?"

Oh, but Viktor knew. It was obvious what he wanted, the way he ground into Viktor's boxers, how his eyes felt heavy from pure ecstasy.

Yuuri craned his neck in to offer himself more to Viktor. "I-I want you."

"How do you want me my kroteka; tell me what do you want from me?"

Trembling, Yuuri looked up, but didn't find what he was expecting. A kind smile was on Viktor's lips, and he had a lovely blush on his cheeks. somehow it made him all the more intimidating. Viktor pulled him closer and whispered into his ear.

"Tell me baby, what part of me do you want?" He led Yuuri's fingers down his chest, all the while looking him in the eye. Yuuri wouldn't tell him, he still had pride, but oh, how his clothed member felt under his fingertips..

"Oh, I get it now." Viktor rubbed the inside of his thighs and whispered into Yuuri's ear. "You want my cock, don't you?"

To hold back a moan Yuuri bit his lip. He had never quite understood the fondness of dirty talk, how speaking during sex made for any better of an experience. Until then he never wanted a man to talk about his day or rant about the weather. But with Viktor, he could be reading the nutrition facts on the back of a cereal box and Yuuri would be a quivering pile of mush. Viktor caressed his cheek and kissed his collarbone. "You want me inside of you hm?" His voice loomed husky in Yuuri's ear, stirring the flame. "I want it too darling, I've wanted it since the last time. I've been thinking about how to make this more about you.." Viktor kissed him on the forehead and tucked his hair back. "Tonight,Let me make love to you.."

Yuuri clenched his thighs together and whined. Men liked to fuck, to take and claim him Not once in his time working at that brothel had a man insisted on calling the act love making. "V-Viktor I-"

Love making wasn't the right term for this at all, for they were in no way in love, and this wouldn't end in kisses and cuddles. But who was Yuuri to resist when someone so handsome was looking at him like that? As the kisses on his neck grew sloppy Yuuri shifted back. He pulled his panties down and shuffled back into Viktors lap so that he was sitting over his clothed cock. He had never been so intrigued by someone, never held any reason to want what they had to offer. But there was something about Viktor he couldn't get enough of, how his breath hitched as he traced his collar, the way his blush grew darker when he flicked a nipple. He traced a finger along Viktor's jawline, felt the sweat forming across his neck. "Are you alr-"

"Shh." Yuuri pressed a finger to his lips, his soft lips, his soft pink smooth lips, his lips that tasted like lucid dreams, like cotton candy and felt like the rides at a carnival. He spoke with them, licked and bit at them when he was nervous, kissed his lover with them. He kissed Yuuri with them.

This was the first time he had gotten close enough to see someone's chest rise and fall, to feel his heart pound like a drum under his fingertips. It was absolutely terrifying.

Viktor slid his hands below Yuuri's ass and lifted him closer. "Detka,"He huskily whispered.

When Viktor said the pet name he felt his heart sink blissfully. Then, as in the final blow, Viktor leaned in. "I'm going to make you fall apart."

The kiss was sweet, a soft ghost of lips, and he could barely feel the shiver down his spine. It made his thighs clench together and his eyes heavy, made him feel light headed. But it wasn't enough. When Viktor started to pull back Yuuri gripped his chin. He kissed him again, this time with more force. Viktor gasped and gripped the back of Yuuri's head. It was an addiction, the way their lips molded so perfectly, besides the clash of teeth and the bumps of noses it was absolutely perfect. It felt like a drought being replenished,a deserted home being built back from the bottom, like a light to the dark hallways in his parents' inn. It was a heated affair the way Viktor groaned into his mouth, his fingers lingering so sinfully close to where he wanted, desperately needing them to be. He ground down onto Viktor's hard cock and let out a soft cry of pleasure.

Viktor gripped the back of his head and deepened the kiss. It wasn't like the rest, this was downright dirty, tongues and teeth fighting for dominance. Viktor nipped into his lip and fell to the pillows. Not long after he started grinding Viktor joined him. He swiveled his erection into Yuuri's thigh, the friction providing the best type of satisfaction. As their legs tangled and the blankets fell Yuuri groped Viktor's crotch. Viktor gasped into the kiss and exhaled through his nose.

"Sorry, I'm not a fan of foreplay." He was a heaving mess, his hair thrown across his eyes and a line of spit forming on his lips. Even if he couldn't catch a breath it wouldn't stop him from being a tease. Yuuri crawled down, all the while sending a predatory smile in Viktor's direction. "I can't help myself, you're too cute."

When the briefs were gone Yuuri spit into his palm. "I'm already drooling for you, to taste you on my lips."

a low grunt came from Viktor's parted lips as he rubbed him slowly, taking the tip into his mouth. It was barely a touch, a mere ghost of what he had become infamous for. "I've never come across a man like you."

When Viktor was wet enough to take Yuuri leaned up so that their faces were mere inches away. As that heated breath grazed his neck, Yuuri shivered.

He had the privilege of prepping before this time so he was already willing, already gaping for something to fill him. "Viktor.." He purred into his ear. "I'm ready for you.."

Viktor was beyond a mess when Yuuri gripped his cock tight. "Fuck." His eyes fell shut and his back arched as Yuuri guided him towards his entrance.

"Gonna make you feel good." Yuuri said.

The tip went in slowly. His thighs trembled and he let out a soft moan, the burn enough to make him feel wrecked already.

As he lowered himself the burn turned into a spark, a quivering desire he hadn't remembered missing."Oh.. you're so deep."

It was impossible to imagine anything else but Viktor's fingers on his skin, Viktor's eyes on his, Viktor's dick inside of him.. The pressure was exhilarating. The way Viktor felt, it was like seeing the Garden of Eden and taking a bite out of that sinful apple.

"Oh yes, you feel so good Viktor." Yuuri pressed his hands into Viktors chest and threw his head back. He couldn't get enough, the way his cock pressed inside of him was too much to handle. He lifted his hips experimentally and took Viktor deeper. "Move."

"Okay." Viktor clenched his jaw and moaned low in his throat. As he started to thrust Yuuri let out a short sob. He felt his heart jolt and his cheeks grow hotter than lava. It was suffocating, the heat bittersweet to his viens.

"I-I wow..."He arched his back and clawed into Viktor's stomach.

"You like that?" Viktor purred into his ear and roated his hips. That thrill was forbidden, beyond mesmorizing.

"Yes.. n-no one has ever been this careful with me.. oh!" He let out a choked gasp. Viktor was hitting that spot dead on and it was leaving him no room to breathe. "T-There! Right there!" He was hot, a warmth in between Yuuri's thighs he wasn't sure he ever wanted to get rid of.

Adrenaline pulsed through his veins. Each thrust was more than the last, each lingering touch another step closer, another reason for him to let go. It was reckless to allow himself such pleasures, he didn't deserve that, wasn't worthy of that never ending tingle. And then Viktor was holding his hand, he was whispering praises and groaning in Yuuri's ear."So good, taking me so well. Thankyou Eros, you feel amazing. I can't get over how beautiful you are."

Viktor kissed the back of his hand. "Does it feel good?" It was intense, that look in his eyes too much for a paying customer to have, a glimmer of hope in his irises that Yuuri knew better than to fall for. For he had that look in his eye once too, and it ended with his heart shattered in pieces on the floor.

"Yes but, could you go a little faster?" Yuuri whispered.

"Of course, anything for you."

The room started to fill with panting breaths and whispered pleas. "More," Yuuri said. "Give me more."

He lifted himself up and back down again. He lacked the upper body strength he needed for this position but it didn't matter, it felt too good to care about what his back would feel like in the morning. "Vitya, mmm you feel so good.." Yuuri collapsed into Viktors arms. He never liked being this close during sex, having his face buried in a clients shoulder while they pounded him into oblivion. But...

"Don't hide from me; I want to see you." His thrusts grew more elongated, long and slow, just the way Yuuri liked it.

"Ah, mm, n-no I don't want you to.."

He snuck a kiss to Viktors neck while his hips pushed back to meet him. He was moaning like a whore, his voice cracking and vocal chords scratching like a broken vinyl. He reached down to touch himself and half expected Viktor to slap his hand away, but instead Viktor's hand joined his. Don't close your eyes his heart said, don't let this lie be what takes you. He didn't want to face Viktor's longing glance, just wanted to feel, take, and use the man. Because everyone else passed him around, used him like an amusement park ride, putting their quarters into his slot until the machine broke and just rode him anyways. That night Viktor was letting him be the user, taking what his mind told him not to. "C-Close!"

Viktor buried his head in Yuuris neck. "I know, I am too." His breath had become shaky, and his chest rose rapidly. Yuuri would take what he could then, because as the air left Viktor's lungs and his lip went between his teeth. it was like looking in the mirror. Viktor was fragile, and he offered that vulnerability to Yuuri with open arms. With a sheepish smile as he kissed Yuuri's collarbone. He was crying, looking like a damn angel among mere mortal men, and he was making love, giving himself to Yuuri. Viktor fell back into the pillows. His expression was pained as Yuuri clenched tightly around him. He wanted to see him fall apart, crack a piece of Viktor's soul off from his cries, his lovely little lies. "Oh Zoleste, I-I'm.."

Yuuri stroked himself to meet the pace of Viktor's thrusts, which meant they were both a heaving pair of lungs. He was getting close too, the heat buried inside him only providing him with more fuel, more reason to let go, release his fears on command. Let go. "C-Cum in me, please, fill me with your seed..." Yuuri sounded absolutely wrecked; he was becoming what he did not want to be in that moment, unraveling the thread that hung too loose on his coat. Viktor pounded into him fast with no real pattern. He was huffing, his eyes clenched shut. Yuuri could handle this if he wasn't looking to play the scenario out in his favor.

"Please baby, I'm such a slut, I want it." He slapped his ass hard and moaned.

"Cmon, give it to me, make me your whore." Maybe the hunger was making him this way, maybe the wool over his eyes throughout the years made him blind to what his heart desperately wanted to run away from. "Use me." Viktor grit his teeth and let out a long moan. "Shit, E-eros I'm gonna..." It was fire, that mere feeling of warmth in him enough to pull him closer, to the edge of glory. "V-ikt-" He cut himself off with a sob, the pressure in his loin too much, too damn much to be fair. "I-I!" He buried his face into Viktor's neck and rode out his high through high pitched moans and whimpering shrieks. When he finally came down there was still a pair of arms wrapped around him.

Why was Viktor like this? Sure, he had some needy clients in the past sob into his ear about their problems or how horrible they felt for even coming there, but this was different. It felt nice, almost refreshing when he was held so close, so dearly in someone else's arms, Viktor's arms. "Thank you."

"For what?" Viktor said.

"For taking care of me."

Viktor pulled back to look into Yuuri's eyes. "I will always take care of you." Thank the heavens it was dark, for if the lights were on right then Viktor might laugh at how red he had become. "Will you?"

Viktor pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek. "Always." Why must you lie? Why must my heart tremor every time you do?

After they cleaned up the air began to feel thin. Viktor sat on the edge of the bed, and Yuuri was beneath the covers. He was on the ledge of the windowsill, bathed in the timid glow coming from the movie theater across the street. He always saw the strangest of things when he looked out that window.

One time he swore the lady who owned the little flower shop had it out for him. When he didn't leave the store, she said he didn't need a queer stirring out her business. She wasn't wrong though; from the looks of it the rest of the shop was empty. He avoided her like a plague and made sure her beady eyes weren't looking when he stopped to smell the flowers on his way back from the alleyway. Viktor remained infatuated with the blaring city, a child who realized there was more to the world than their backyard. He had a little smile on his lips, a gentle kind that Yuuri had rarely seen, had really ever wanted to see. When Viktor started talking Yuuri just about jumped out of his skin. "Eros," Twinkling with wonder Viktor's eyes met his. It was barely visible, but Yuuri could see the shy blush on his cheeks. "Have you ever been to the cinema?"

"Cinema?"

Viktor laughed at his mispronunciation. "Cinema, yes. Have you?"

Yuuri shook his head even though Viktor wasn't looking.

"I always hated going when I was younger." Viktor paused for a moment before continuing. "My father always insisted it was my mother's fault. He said "Don't you have any class boy? Why can't you appreciate it the way I do?" And I'd tell him "It's just a moving picture pa, I'm not gonna be able to catch up with the story if it's moving that fast!" Viktor laughed softly at the memory, as if it provided warmth, comfort. "My father would then say to me. "Viktor boy, that's just life. We are that motion picture you see, except we cannot press pause or rewind, we must move forward, move through even if we wish not to." Yuuri wasn't even sure Viktor was aware of his presence anymore. "Are you oka-"

"I wish I listened to him." Viktor turned to face Yuuri. "I wish I knew how to just let go." Yuuri found himself crawling closer.

"Let go of what?" And there was the silence. He stopped dead in his tracks and watched Viktor carefully. Was he going to lash out, is that why is jaw was clenched? Should he run, hide?

After a hitched breath Viktor shook his head. "It's nothing." And like that his signature smile was back.

He stood up and walked over to the window. "Don't you ever get lonely up here?" He tapped against the windowsill. "I would."

I do. Yuuri shrugged. "I never have the chance to be." He realized the moment he said it how wrong it was.

The look on Viktor's face barely faltered for a moment. His smile fell slightly and he sighed. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay." Yuuri shuffled out of the bed. He was wearing Viktor's button up. It made for a comfortable nightgown, the fabric just barely covering his modesty. He approached Viktor at the window with a soft smile. He stared out at the flashing movie signs, the flickering lights on the roof.

"I like it actually." He felt Viktor's hand linger over his but he ignored it and continued. "I'm comfortable with this. It gives me a reason, makes me feel worth something, you know?" He blinked away the tears and focused on the blaring noises from down below. He couldn't look at Viktor, because if he did that sob would choke him. He sniffed and wiped his nose. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to talk about me."

"Hey, hey," Viktor timidly reached for his hand. Yuuri let him. "Don't apologize, you've done nothing wrong."

Stop it. Don't do this to me.

Yuuri bit his tongue and nodded. He nodded like he knew, accepted Viktor's demands because they were the truth until they weren't, until Viktor was leaving him alone in that cold room with money he wouldn't be allowed to keep. But what he really to say was I haven't spoken to anyone in years. I'm just as lonely as you. I'm just as lonely as that poor soul of yours, the one that ended up at my brothel, ended up in my arms. Every day Yuuri woke up he felt the hourglass tilt, felt his time grew thinner.

He was bound to die without a reason to his pain, without a purpose to the burdens he bared. All he knew was how to survive, how to fend off the shadows that haunted his him late at night. Even then he still had the bruises on his thighs, their whispered promises sticking to his mind like flies to a trap. If he ran they'd follow; if he screamed their fingers would cover his mouth. They would always chase him until the moment he died. Viktor made it seem like there was more, though, that there was a reason to his suffering, that the birds would eventually come out and sing in the morning again, that the sun would shine in his direction. "Take me to see a film "

Viktor's breath cut short and he froze. "Wait, what?"

Yuuri knew that using him was wrong, but he liked this. He liked the delicacy in this man's eyes; he loathed the innocence beneath his pale skin. If only they met in another life, when the moon and the sun met in the center of the skies, when oil collided with water. Maybe it would be alright to dip his toe in the unknown.

He took Viktor's hand with a smile. "I want to go see a movie, and I'd like to go see it with you."

Viktor's stunned expression turned into a small grin. "Really?"

He couldn't stand it, the way the spark went through his fingertips when their hands touched, when his cheeks heated the start of a flame in his chest. It would turn him to ashes, lead him helplessly to his end. Maybe he'd be okay with pretending, with letting this lie go a little further. "Yes... I'd like you to um- take me to one." He stuttered with a smile.

"Are you sure? I don't want you to feel pressured int-"

Yuuri leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips. No matter what he had been through, no matter how many times he might have been crushed, this was something he wanted. "Just take me and don't ask questions."