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# Fifth Night
## Unknown Room n° 3
"Yuri."
The teenager with blond hair and emerald green eyes looks at someone who has just invaded the room, where he was holding as a prisoner Jean-Jacques Leroy. He widens his eyes at the sight of an oriental-looking man with two pistols up toward him.
"Who are you ?!" he exclaimed, lifting a revolver he stole from Ivanovich.
"Yuuri." they responds, looking at him seriously. "The woman who beat that idiot out there in Blackjack nights ago."
"Liar!" Yuri's cry makes Leroy wake up.
"Hm? What is going on? Why am I tied up in this bed? "He starts to ask, making both of them look at him irritably.
"Would you care to make him unconscious again?" Yuuri asks, making the other Yuri look at him in surprise and Leroy, startled.
"Why? What the hell did I do? And who the hell are you? "He asks, looking from one to the other.
"Ugh. You really is irritating. "And the teenager puts Leroy to sleep with a butt, before facing the other man again. "Now, who the hell are you?"
"Yuuri Murakami. I'm here to rescue you and take you back to your grandfather, Nikolai." They says, making him widen his eyes.
"Dedushka? Is he okay? "Yuri asks in Russian, wondering what the other Yuuri would not understand.
"Da. He's in my house, getting all the treatment he needs to cure his illness. "Yuuri responds, leaving him surprised to be speaking Russian fluently. "Ivanovich has already been immobilized, so you no longer need to do jobs for him."
"But the damn bastard stole one of my family's treasure!" The blond-haired teenager exclaims angrily. "He stole and forced me to work for him in exchange for not selling the Egg, but I found out he sold it, for that idiot over there."
"Wait. I've got the Egg at the request of Mr. Nikolai. I can show you first, but let's get our guns on the floor first." They says, turning his guns so it points to the ceiling instead of the boy.
"How come have the Egg?" Yuri asks, imitating him with his revolver.
Slowly the two crouch down to lay their guns on the ground, and Yuuri pulls his pack off his back, opening and pulling the Egg.
"I kind of stole that idiot's Egg out there and put a fake in place." They says, holding it to him. "Here, you can keep it."
The boy approaches his trembling hands at the Egg, grabbing it for himself.
"I ... I can't believe ..." he says, hugging him. " Spasibo, Yuuri. Spasibo. "
"Let's go. You can stay in my house until your grandfather gets better from his cold." They says, picking up his guns and putting them in their holsters.
"What about this idiot over there?" The teenager asks Yuuri, pointing to the sleeper who is there.
"Just untie him and let him sleep. The cruise will not sink with just one simple bomb like that. "He shrugs, putting his backpack back on his back.
"It's you? Who disarmed most of the bombs? "Yuri asks, looking at him in astonishment, and when he gets a statement from him, he widens his eyes. "Cool!"
"Give me that revolver. If it's with me, I can claim that belongs to me. "Yuuri reaches out to him, surprising him. "You don't want your grandfather to know that he's been aiming that gun at anyone, isn't it?"
"Right, right," the teenager says, handing the gun over to him. "You know, you're cooler than some dumb dude I know."
"Who?" Yuuri asks, looking at him in surprise.
"I think he means me." Victor says, popping up on the bedroom door.
"Victor, you stupid old man! How long were you there ?! "Yuri exclaims, to Yuuri's surprise.
"Do you ... know each other?" They asks, surprised.
"Yes." Victor responds, going to the teen and messing with his hair. "He is my son after all."
"Eh?"
"Wait a minute? Do you two know each other? "Yuri asks, looking at the Russian agent with a frown.
"Of course, Yura! He's the man I met in Japan last month! "Victor says, hugging Yuuri behind his back and placing his face on his right shoulder, startling him.
"Victor? What are you doing? "Yuuri asks, easily letting go of him.
"Ahhhh! Yuuri, come back into my arms! "Victor exclaims, wanting to hug him again.
"Fuck, he really went crazy," Yuri comments, watching the scene with a strange smile on his face.
"Victor, please! Calm down and tell me what's going on! "They exclaims, using their hands to hinder his embrace.
"I love you, Yuuri!" The Russian agent exclaims, making him flinch and look terrified.
He just said ...
"WHAT?!" They asks, looking him wide-eyed. "No! You can't love me!"
Victor looks at then in surprise, not expecting to be rejected by them while noting that the bruises of before have completely disappeared. The teenager also looks at him, worried about how his guardian will respond to it. But Victor then realizes that Yuuri is clutching his shirt and pants and immediately remembers what they had told him back at the hotel in Tokyo.
"I understand. We can talk later about this. But please believe me when I say I realized that I love you. "The Russian agent looks at him with a shy smile on his face, something that surprises the other two present.
"But ... how can you love me if I don't love myself?" Yuuri asks, his voice hoarse.
"That, Moya Lyubov, I can only show you when we're alone." Giving a wink to him, Victor grabs Yuri's shoulder and pulls him out of the room.
Yuuri, with his face flushed as he understood what he meant, goes with them, leaving JJ there, sleeping soundly.
## Hotel Zarkovich - Meeting Room nº 01
All victims rescued from the cruise must stay at this hotel until investigations into the attack are properly investigated by Interpol. Victor finds himself preoccupied with having to reveal himself to the detectives, and how they would react when they learn that Yura was involved with Ivanovich.
"C-Colonel Murakami?" One of the detectives, an already experienced man, exclaims in surprise.
"Agent Feltsman, good to see you again." Yuuri comments, looking at the man with a smile on his face.
"Who?" The other detective, a much younger man with short black hair asks.
"Georgi Popovich, I introduce you to the Colonel of the Japanese Imperial Army, Yuuri Murakami. Colonel, I'll introduce you to Georgi Popovich, my new partner. "Agent Feltsman says to the other agent's surprise.
"Yuuri Murakami? You mean the most feared man in the world? "He asks, making Victor look at Yuuri in surprise.
"You idiot!" Agent Feltsman says, slapping the other officer's head. "You don't know who you're dealing with, so shut your mouth and just listen."
"Agent Feltsman, let's get down to what really matters?" Yuuri asks, crossing their legs and resting their right arm on them as he uses the other to rest their head on the back of the coach they're sitting.
"I don't think it's necessary. I already figured it was you who killed the members of the Russian mafia who wanted to sink the ship. "The officer says, folding his arms. "I can also say the same about you, Katsuki. I am aware of your connection with Medvedeva and we have already received information that she ordered the execution of those members, who were acting independently. Now, what about these two? Who are they?"
"My lover and his brother," Yuuri replied, looking innocently at him. "I presented them with the tickets because it's our anniversary as boyfriends and his brother passed the college entrance exam. Do you need to know something else? "
Yuuri and the old interpol agent glance at each other in silence for a while, until ...
"No sir. Excuse me." Agent Feltsman says, realizing that nothing more could be done there.
"Hey, Yakov! Wait a second! "Agent Popovich exclaims, startled by his partner's behavior. "What the hell are you doing? That man is very suspicious. "
"Georgi. That man, alone and unarmed, killed 55 men involved in illegal trafficking of archaeological objects in Colombia. Alone and unarmed, against men using various types of weapons. "Agent Feltsman says, startling the other agent.
As the two leave, Yuuri lets out a long sigh.
"I knew it! I knew you were cooler than the old man there. "The teenager says, approaching them. "Please teach me everything you know."
"Yura!" Victor exclaims, feigning surprise.
"That's impossible," Yuuri responds, looking at him seriously. "Do you really think that a normal person would be able to come out alive by facing so many armed people alone and disarmed?"
Yuri looks at him in surprise, not understanding what he meant.
"I'm not a normal human being, Yuri. All of my 'special abilities' were forced upon me against my will, when I was a child. "Yuuri then tilts his face at him. "But if you still want to learn something from me, you can ask your grandfather first."
"We're going to see him, right?" Yuri asks anxiously.
"Yes. I have already contacted my partner at the Museum to inform your grandfather that we will be returning tomorrow. I have also provided a jet to transport us to Japan and your documents so that your entry into the country is released. "
"Great. I can't wait to get back home. "Mari Katsuki comments, surprising Yuri.
"Wait a minute, who are you and why are you with us?" He asks, and Victor looks at him in surprise.
"My name is Mari Katsuki and I'm the Oyabun of the Yakuza Katsuki family. Besides, I'm that idiot's older sister there. "She responds, pointing to Yuuri, and making the teenager look up at him in surprise.
"Holy shit, you are so fucking cool! Old man, You suck! I do not want to be your pupil anymore. Yuuri is someone much cooler than you are. "The teenager says, causing Mari to burst into laughter. "Be my mentor, Yuuri!"
"Yuuuuuuuuura! Do not leave me! "Victor says, wanting to hug the teenager.
Yuuri watches everything startled, not understanding what the hell is going on there. By the way…
"Wait a minute. Are you really father and son? "They asks, making the two Russians there look at them in surprise.
"I told you that talking to others like that was going to be shit." the teenager says, kicking Victor in the leg. "This guy there already did a job involving my grandfather, and he was forced to teach me how to defend myself. Turns out he taught me things that were completely useless when I came across Ivanovich and his cronies kidnapping me. The bastards thought I was a girl, but when they realized the truth about me, they forced me to learn how to make money for them in return for giving me back the treasure they stole from my grandfather. That's how I became an employee at the cruise casino. I should be able to cheat and win a lot of the stakes, and that's what I did, until 'Yuuri' sits down at the table and wins every game. "
"I understand. Now it all makes sense, "Yuuri says, touching his head. " You don't have to do anything anymore. The egg is safe and soon you both will return to Nikolai, who must surely be waiting with warm pirozhki to serve us and you can also taste my favorite dish, which is called Katsudon. "
"Katsudon? I like the name. Can I call you that? And what is it made of? "Yuri asks, making them laugh.
"It's all right. I don1't care. "He says, and Victor feels his mouth watering as he listens to the dish contents.
Hmm ... maybe he should accompany them to Japan. You know, to ensure their safety.
No, it has nothing to do with Kit-kats and Katsudon.
And especially with Yuuri.
# Hotel Zarkovich - Private Room nº 01
Ivanovich wakes up, and soon realizes that his body is tied in a bed. A tight rope holds her legs tightly and something hard is tied in her mouth, hurting her and keeping her from speaking.
"Good morning, Ivanovich." He freezes and widens his eyes to see Irina Medvedeva there, sitting in the chair in front of him with her long blond hair loose on her shoulder and her blue eyes looking coldly at him. "So you have disobeyed my orders, tried to kill my dear Mari, wanted to kill Colonel Yuuri Murakami, kidnapped and threatened a 15-year-old boy, forcing you to work for you and for your sake, I lost 22 percent of my subordinates. You know, I wonder what you had in mind when planning to do all this, but then I remembered that the ship was full of people belonging to important families around the world. So maybe you were planning to do something like, 'Hello, I'm calling to inform you that the SS Anastasya cruise has been hijacked and if you want to see your relatives again, you should transfer a certain amount of cash to a certain bank account.' I nailed it, didn't I? "
Ivanovich tries to speak and move, in vain. Irina raises her eyebrows at him, clearly enjoying the sight of the traitor there, suffering.
"You have four options to choose from, Ivanovich. The first is to come with me and die like a traitor. The second is to go with Mari Katsuki and die in her hands. The third is to go with secret agent Victor Nikiforov, to be questioned and die for the crimes you committed and the last one is to go with Yuuri Murakami. "She says, and he soon shows her four fingers, terrified. "I see. Mila, my dear. I could tell others about their choice."
"Immediately, Pakhan." Mila Babicheva says, withdrawing from the room.
"Ah yes. Before I forget. The last choice is to go with Yuuri Murakami, where you will be tortured by Mari Katsuki, interrogated by Agent Nikiforov and killed by me while Yuuri Murakami will arrange for your body to be thrown into the middle of the Pacific Ocean." She says, making him scream in dread .
...
And that is exactly how Igor Ivanovich's life ends.
# Sixth night
## Hotel Zarkovich - Private Room # 02
Two women are lying on a bed, naked, kissing and touching each other. Two lovers, leaders of important Mafia families from Russia and Japan, united by love, passion, and business that such a relationship, though viewed as absurd to most of their subordinates, provides for both groups. In addition, Irina practically adopted Yuuri Murakami as her younger brother, after Mari reveal all of their story to her. It is thanks to her that they has free entry into Russia and into countries whose mafia families are allied to her and the Katsuki, such as Italy and China.
# Hotel Zarkovick - Private Room n ° 03
Yuri Plisetsky is lying on the bed, admiring the egg of Fabergé that belongs to his grandfather's family. He removes the bracelet from his right wrist and fits it into the egg, spinning it and causing a mechanism to unlock and open the egg horizontally, where in the middle of several precious stones there is a folded paper. When he picks it up and opens it, he is surprised and sheds a tear when he sees a picture of him when he is baby in his mother's arms, and beside him are his father and both his grandparents. They were smiling. They were happy.
" Spazibo, Deduskha. "He says, with a broad smile on his face.
## Hotel Zarkovich - Private Room # 04
"I'm going to kill Mari," Yuuri grunts, arms folded and face flushed in the middle of the suite with their things on the floor near them.
The reason is the Russian agent, who is also staying there and laughing at this.
"What is the problem? It's not like we're enemies. "Victor comments, opening a bottle of water and drinking it.
"But she should not meddle in my affairs." Yuuri looks at him and bites their lip, getting nervous to be alone in his presence.
"By the way, I never expected you and her to be brothers. You didn't tell me this when we were at the Tokyo hotel. "Victor comments, looking at him seriously.
"I told you that I remember everything from when I was in the orphanage. That means the memories of the period before that place were erased from my mind. That means my whole connection to the name Katsuki ceased to exist for me. In addition, there is the fact that Hiroko and Toshiya Katsuki, our parents, were murdered and Yu-topia Katsuki was destroyed because of Ninomiya. He made me watch my old home burn on a fire, Victor. "He begins to shake and hug themselves, to the surprise of the Russian agent, who lets the water bottle fall to the floor and approaches him, hugging him.
"Oh, Yuuri. Forgive me for making you remember that." He comments, kissing him on the forehead.
Yuuri listens to his heart beating very hard, and begins to feel calmer because of it. Slowly, they raises his right hand and touches it to his chest, raising their face to look at him shyly.
"Could you ... tell me about yourself?" They asks in a whisper, noticing how his eyes shine.
"What do you want to know?" Victor asks, getting lost in those beautiful brown eyes.
"Everything?" Yuuri says, taking a deep breath. "Everything you can tell me."
"Since you've told me everything important about you, I'll tell you about myself, except I don't have much to say." Victor says, touching their right hand with his left and picking at their waist, slowly dancing with them. "My name is Victor Nikiforov, I'm 28 years old, My birthday is on December 25th, I'm a Russian secret agent, I speak several languages, I'm an expert in various types of weapons and boxing, I have a poodle called Makkachin, I love romantic movies, I've slept with men and women because of work but until recently I've never been in love, I love traveling around the world and meeting different food dishes, I also spent a good part of my childhood in an orphanage, I love the color pink but recently I've been addicted to the color brown and right now I'm hopelessly in love with a person named Yuuri Murakami."
In his arms, Yuuri giggles, and takes a deep breath.
"You're silly." They says, tilting his face at him, smiling. "I'm sorry if you thought I rejected you, but please understand that it's not easy for me."
"Can you undress for me?" Victor asks, stopping to dance and touching their face with both hands. "I said I was going to show you how I can love you."
"The lights ..." Yuuri begins to say but is interrupted by Victor, who gives him a kiss on their lips.
"Of course, Dorogoy. "He says, moving away and turning off the main lights, leaving only the bedside lamps on.
Victor begins to undress, taking off his tie, his white shirt, belt, shoes and socks, sitting on the bed and smiling as Yuuri admires him with his eyes.
"Do you need anything else?" He asks, receiving a no for an answer.
Yuuri is nervous. At that time, when they had stripped himself to Victor, the agent was rather drunk and had the risk of him not remembering. Now the two are sober and aware of their feelings and their actions. Yuuri begins to remove their long navy blue coat. They lifts their shirt, revealing their flat chest with even more scars because of the explosion. They takes off their boots and socks, and looks back at Victor.
"I'm sorry it's not pretty ..." Yuuri begins to say, but stops when Victor gets up and approaches him.
"No, my Yuuri. No scar can hide your beauty. You can't see it, but I can." Victor says, touching them gently with both hands on their face, neck, shoulders, chest, and stomach. "You're amazing, you know that? Your heart, your soul, your mind and your body are incredible. Touch me, Yuuri. Feel me."
Taking a deep breath, they raises their hands and touches him, practically imitating what he had done to them. They then approach their hands on the Russian agent's pants and slides their fingers over his erect penis, making his eyes widen.
Because Victor is feeling desire for him, sober.
"Please. Unbutton my pants and touch me, "Victor says, lifting their face and kissing them on the mouth.
Yuuri returns the kiss, opening their mouth at the feel of his tongue on their lips. Something stirs inside them, which makes them slide their hands to Victor's waist and hips, lifting him to himself. But the move scares the Russian, who ends up biting them hard on the lip, but Yuuri ignores it and leads him to the bed, laying him down and climbing over him.
"Yuuri? Oh my god, your lip ...! "
But he is silent when he realizes that Yuuri is moving away from him, drawing their face close to his pants and unbuttoning him with his right hand. Victor feels his breath fail as Yuuri uses their own teeth to pull the zipper down and pull his pants slowly along with his underwear.
"Yuuri, please !" Victor exclaimed, letting out a long groan as they touched his cock.
"Victor?" Yuuri asks, sliding his hands down their body until it reaches their pants. "I'm afraid to disappoint you if I show you my whole body."
"Oh, Yuuri. I completely understand what you feel, for I too am afraid not being good enough to be worthy of your feelings. I know I discovered mine not long ago, but believe me when I say they are real, Moya Lyubov. "Yuuri kisses him again, and Victor raises his hand to their face, wiping the tear from their eyes.
"Don't take your eyes off me," Yuuri whispers, pulling away and sliding their fingers down their scarred waist.
And then, he pulls off his pants, making Victor widen his eyes at him wearing black panties. Victor swallows hard at the sight of Yuuri's hips and legs, and is not content to just watch. He approaches and touches their legs, feeling Yuuri shiver at his touch. He then touches their hips, making them let out a hoarse, sexy moan.
"Beautiful. You're very beautiful. "Victor whispers, squeezing their ass.
"More. Tell me more." Yuuri asks, kissing him again.
