A/N- YURI ON ICE MOVIE ANNOUNCED! THIS IS NOT A DRILL! My inner fangirl is losing her mind lol although if we get a movie, does this mean we won't get season2? Can we get a movie AND another season? Who else shares this same line of thought?
Ah well.
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Heart of Ice
Chapter 10
Victor woke before anyone else. His focus was on Yuuri where he lay next to him. Victor propped up on his elbow, unable to take his eyes off of the young man.
Yurio had ended up sprawling over Yuuri, and half the king size bed during the middle of the night, with one leg hooked over Yuuri and another arm draped over Yuuri's midsection.
The both looked quite comfortable. The blond Russian was even drooling on his pillow slightly ,and looked like a sleeping kitten.
Yuuri looked just as comfortable.
He took a moment to gaze down at the sleeping man he loved.
Victor drew his gaze down to Yuuri's throat which held a bruise in the shape of a hand.
Several buttons were undone on his flannel shirt, exposing hints of his smooth chest.
He shifted in his sleep which caused the fabric of his flannel to also shift…revealing one small pink nipple.
Without thought he reached out to skim his fingers over Yuuri's throat, moving down until he felt the rosy nipple beneath his fingers.
So soft….delicate…
Hard desire took control of Victor, making him ache with need. He remembered feeling this way when Yuuri had woken up strapped to the bed, helpless beneath him and so beautiful.
"You have my whole heart, Yuuri," Victor breathed softly into the young mans ear "You possess my body and soul…always."
The familiar feeling of thoughtless obsession overcame Victor. His eyes became glassy, as he dared to bend over Yuuri to plant a light kiss over the boys bruised throat.
Then another and another.
His tongue traced Yuuri's clavicle without any of the sleeping men around them being the wiser.
How he wished they could be alone for a moment. He would wake Yuuri with sweet soft pleasure. The kind that was slow and sleepy and hungry.
He moved up kissing Yuuri's jawline and continued to do so when he reached the young mans soft lips.
He felt territorial and demanded the kiss ever so gently. Victor was too far gone to care if anyone awoke. He took Yuuri's mouth, slowly parting his lips until Yuuri unconsciously opened his mouth to Victor's familiar kiss.
The Russian was welcomed into Yuuri's mouth with a soft moan, which allowed Victor to stroke his tongue against Yuuri's
He was almost to the edge when Victor pulled back, face flushed and heated.
No, a voice in the back of Victor's mind snapped at him.
He blinked, realizing what was happening.
He flew back away from the bed in horror at what he was so very close to doing to the young Japanese man he loved so dearly.
He all but flung himself out of bed, glancing quickly around the room to its other occupants who were still sleeping soundly, unaware of Victor's molestations.
What the fuck am I doing?
He's already had men force themselves on him. If Yuuri does wish for you to touch him, it'll be on HIS terms, not yours.
Victors mind was conflicted with what his body wanted, and in the end he pulled away, although still painfully hard.
As he was about to turn away Victor noticed more bruises had appeared overnight on the side of Yuuri's face.
The sight of it made Victors blood boil. He fought to regain control of his anger ,and arousal he wished would disappear.
He knew he could hurt Alexander horribly for what he did to Yuuri. It was a feeling he hadn't experienced before, and it frightened him. His personality had never been a violent one. He was the type of person who wanted to be everyone's friend, he had never suffered from long bouts of sadness, and always bounced back to his cheerful self no matter what happened.
He was slowly losing his playful personality. The side of him that was always in high spirits and optimistic, was fading away.
Besides his competitive nature and drive to perfect his craft of the ice ,that overtook much of his youth, Victor usually had a very good handle on his inhibitions.
But now ,it seemed ,he was failing. Possessiveness, lust , dominance, and rage were driving him to do things he would normally stop himself from doing.
Yes, Victor was not only sure he could hurt the man…. But kill him too.
He noticed his white hands shaking with fury, and decided now was as good a time as any to hop in the shower before anyone woke up.
In the shower Victor still couldn't shake the feeling of rage.
He tried steering his mind away from his anger by touching himself.
He held his member in his hand and stroked, thinking of Yuuri's helpless body laying on the bed just beyond the bathroom door.
He wanted to fuck Yuuri until all traces of other men disappeared from the young mans mind. And God ,was there anything more wonderful than the taste and smell of Yuuri's skin?
How was it that Yuuri could change so drastically, yet remain so sweet to Victor?
Finally, as the image of Yuuri sleeping helplessly plagued his mind, he felt the sweet release he so desperately needed.
His body shook from his climax and all he could do was lean his face against the tile wall.
The last spasms left his body, making him twitch every now and then, but the rage remained.
What the fuck was wrong with him?...
He slammed his fist into the porcelain tiles, earning bruised knuckles, but still no relief from his anger. He tried to understand what that violent burst of energy was about, when someone entered the bathroom.
Victor hadn't moved or even cared that someone had interrupted him.
"You okay Victor?" it was Phitchit, he sounded worried.
Victor shook off the violent emotions and tilted his head back against the water with a sigh.
This wasn't a good time.
"Just trying to deal with everything that's happened…I'll be okay." Victor said as if trying to convince himself of his own words.
The sound of running water filled the silence that followed. Victor didn't feel very much like having a conversation about his feelings, and moments after he had cum no less.
"liar." Phichit said simply, sitting on the edge of the toilet.
Yes, Victor thought, he was a liar.
"Your hurt and angry just like the rest of us." Phichit confessed quietly "I just can't stop thinking of that look in Yuuri's eyes after you pulled him back through that window."
"What did you see?" Victor asked after a moment, with morbid curiosity, or perhaps it was something else.
"he looked…pleased." Phitchit whispered, obviously frightened. "for a brief moment I think Yuuri believed he was actually dead… he just leaned back into your touch and looked completely blissful. It was just for a split moment before he understood what had happened….I don't even think the others saw it. There was a lot of panic."
That was indeed disturbing, Victor thought, calming down from his anger.
"Victor," Phitchit asked, his voice filled with a sadness Victor didn't understand. "how could someone be so happy about killing themselves? This isn't the Yuuri I remember. This is someone entirely different…I thought…I thought perhaps when we found him that everything would be like it was before."
Victor leaned against the tile wall, rubbing his red fist.
"he's still Yuuri." Victor muttered defensively, but not at all convinced himself. "I'll help him find his way back."
"Will Yurio also be accompanying you to your home?" Phichit asked
Victor sighed.
Yurio had been staying with Victor while he searched for Yuuri. The seventeen year old blond Russian demanded that Victor update him daily, and pestered him non stop, until one day the blond showed up at his apartment in the city demanding that Victor let him stay with him.
'"just until we find Katsudon"' Yurio had said, shoving past him into his apartment.
There was nothing Victor could say to change the boys mind.
'" Good, because I wasn't going to leave until we found that idiot. And someone needs to make sure you're doing everything you can to find him. So no slacking asshole!"
"Yuuri, Yurio, and I will be staying at my home in the country. The apartment in the city wouldn't be suitable." Victor shut off the water and grabbed the towel Phichit had thrown over the curtain rail.
When Victor exited the bathroom he noticed Yuuri beginning to stir. He sat at the edge of the bed, placing a comforting hand against Yuuri's head.
Yuuri blinked looking around at his surroundings before sitting bolt right up in bed. His eyes were wide with panic as he took hold of where he was and who he was with.
"Yuuri, its alright. Your safe…Yuuri?" Victor spoke quietly, trying to reassure the young man.
The young man was silent, and there was a grey cast across his face that Victor didn't like. He looked as if he had reached the limit of his ability to deal with chaos in his life, and now just expected it as soon as he woke up.
"Yuuri?-"
"I'm fine." Yuuri snapped shortly, pulling off the covers that had wrapped around him during the night.
Yurio snorted awake, realizing his leg and arm were still draped over Yuuri. He pulled them back as if they had been burnt, and sat up along with the Japanese man, looking awkward at the position he had just been in.
"Need to take a piss." Yurio muttered, excusing himself before he slammed the bathroom door behind him firmly.
A moment later the bathwater turned on, and like a cat Yurio yowled-
"Which one of you bastards used up all the hot water!?"
Chris chuckled from his bed, applying concealer to a bruise beneath his left eye.
Yuuri looked over Chris, then turned to Phichit noticing he too had a bruise on his face and sported a split lip.
"You're all hurt." Yuuri said quietly.
Everyone looked at Yuuri with serious expressions.
"It vas vorth it." Chris insisted , throwing his concealer into his bag. His tone left no room for argument. "Friends are always vorth it…"
"Yuuri? How are you?" Phichit asked sitting next to Yuuri .
"fine." Yuuri snapped, obviously avoiding any conversation that dealt with yesterdays events.
"You can talk to us if you want. It okay if you-"
"I said I'm fine, Phichit!" Yuuri yelled, his voice filled with shame and fury. His eyes flicked with a thousand different emotions, and he didn't trust himself enough to speak anymore.
Phichit flinched, obviously hurt but didn't press him further.
No one did.
Another hour and everyone was washed and dressed. Yuuri decided to wear his outfit from the day before, preferring the soft leggings and cashmere sweater that covered most of his bruises.
He allowed himself to be lead from the building without protest. Apparently Victor was taking him to his country house in Russia along with Yurio.
Yuuri felt numb to it all. It was difficult to think much less speak to any of them. What could he tell them that they would even understand? It seemed more appropriate not to talk about IT at all.
Being beaten, raped, and of course attempting to throw himself out the window.
Not exactly a conversation he desired to have. Ever.
Fire flared inside of Yuuri. He wouldn't be cornered into opening up. He felt cold and full of frustrated rage.
That morning as he looked at himself in the mirror ,before showering, he couldn't help but choke back a sob.
His hands clutched the sides of the sink as he gazed into his own reflection. The look behind his hazel eyes scarcely looked human.
And now as they piled into the black SUV, Yuuri noticed how they looked it him. Worried , tense, afraid, sad? Yuuri didn't know what to make of their expressions, nor did he care.
It was Victor however that concerned him a the moment.
"You have my whole heart, Yuuri," Victor had said that morning, believing Yuuri was asleep "You possess my body and soul…always."
He remembered Victor's tongue massaging his and feeling the mans hands all over his body. He could have opened his eyes, could have thrown the man off….but he didn't.
In fact, Yuuri found that he welcomed Victors words and touches. When he had suddenly withdrawn, Yuuri wanted to scream.
He didn't exactly know how he felt about the situation, he wasn't what you would call a love expert. Sex, yes, but love?
No. Not in the least.
Victor spared a glance towards Yuuri , only to see lonely confusion clouding behind his hazel eyes.
He wanted to say something to the young man, but decided instead to place his own hand on top of Yuuri's.
Yuuri made no motion to grasp Victors hand, but he also hadn't pulled away.
A few thousand miles away Alexander Lom-Crof dialed the call button which was labeled 'Yuuri'.
He sipped his wine, and waited as the phone began to ring.
No answer.
Again he called.
Nothing.
By the tenth call Alexander held his phone in an iron grip.
His wine glass had shattered in his opposite hand, and blood began to pour from it.
"Oh Yuuri," Alexander said quietly, punching the dial button again. "Don't make me kill you, sugar."
A/N- so you guys think you've seen Alexander at his worst? Haha...ha…..nope.
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