Hey guys! Sorry it took so long, I was supposed to be back in town earlier and have time to write this, but lol our car broke down. So we stayed an extra night, and I haven't been able to write until now. So this'll be posted as soon as possible, I'm sorry, I'm working fast! On the bright side, I tied for third place in my saber tournament. I even got a cute little trophy. Yay?
Side note: Next chapter is "when we lay together on the fresh spring grass." I have no idea what I'm going to do, so if you have a HC, idea, or something, shoot me a PM? I'll be sure to credit anyone who helps /hearts/
Fandom: Yuri! On Ice
Pairing: Viktuuri
Rating: M for the sex
Disclaimer: I don't own anything
Warnings: Possessive Viktor, Rape, There is no happy ending.
The Way You Say "I Love You"
Ch 11: With A Shuddering Gasp
He was terrified of Viktor. Absolutely terrified. The older man still had his arms wrapped around his body, and he was clutching Viktor's shirt, shaking.
"Hmm? What's this? Shaking with anticipation?" Viktor nibbled his ear. His hot breath felt sick against his ear. It made him dizzy and weak. He felt like he was going to barf.
"V-Viktor," his voice was shaking almost as much as he was. He felt Viktor's arms tighten around him. "W-What are you d-doing?"
Viktor pulled back and smiled. He took one hand and stroked it through Yuuri's soft hair. He watched Yuuri's wide eyes as they were sparkling, searching for answers within Viktor's own eyes.
"I'm obviously making you mine," Viktor leaned down and kissed him gently on the forehead. Yuuri's face flushed at the gesture. He just shook his head and tried to push away. Viktor gently gripped Yuuri's hair and pulled him in closer for a kiss.
"Wa-Wait, Vikt-" his protests were quickly muffled behind soft lips. The older man wasted no time trying to slide his tongue into Yuuri's mouth. When he felt Viktor's wet tongue gloss over his lips, he shook his head off to the side trying to avoid the kiss.
"Tch, why're you avoiding my kisses?" Viktor slid his lips down to the shorter man's neck and slowly started to nibble right below his ear. "Oh well~ There's plenty other places for me to snack on," he nipped making Yuuri gasp. Oh boy, did he enjoy that sound.
"Wait! N-No more! So-Someone could come i-in," Yuuri was trying to squirm out of his arms, so he tightened his grip on his hair and slowly slid his other hand down the younger skater's back. Yuuri was quivering at his touch, and his little gasps were just too damn sexy. Viktor kissed lower on his neck and started sucking gently, taking note of each sound that escaped his lips.
Yuuri was scared. Viktor had never acted like this before. He was pushy and clingy, yes, but he had never forced himself like this. Yuuri was absolutely terrified. His whole body was shaking in fear, and he felt tears burning behind his eyes, threatening to come pouring out. The way Viktor's lips felt on his neck made him sick, like each touch was fire that clung to his flesh. He didn't want this. He tried to push him away, but Viktor was bigger and much stronger. All he could do is shake and whimper, praying for Viktor to come to his senses and stop this madness.
Viktor was sucking on his neck. He felt his tongue lick his cold skin, like fire cracking his flesh. His teeth grazed over the burns making him yelp out and his stomach churn. His cry only made Viktor do it more. He couldn't keep quiet. Every lick, every kiss, every touch sent his skin into a fiery sickness. His head was hazy and his stomach was threatening to come up. Tears burned at his eyes and started to fall down his cheeks, eventually collecting at the shoulder on the man he loved so dearly. Why was he doing this? What had happened? What made him snap? What did Yuuri do to make him so angry that he'd break like this? What did Yuuri do?
The tears were falling faster, and Viktor's mouth glided down his neck, licking and sucking at every inch of exposed flesh. Between the two, Yuuri couldn't stop his whimpers and yelps. His right hand still shakily clenched onto Viktor's shirt while the other went up to his mouth. He covered it trying not to let out any sounds. The stadium was closed, but it's not like the changing room was locked or anything. If someone came in and saw this...it'd look bad on Viktor, too.
Viktor was nibbling on Yuuri's collarbone when he noticed the younger skater had covered his mouth with his hand. He was muffling all of his erotic moans, probably worried about someone walking in on them. He was a cutie, wasn't he? Viktor smiled and wondered just how much his little lover could take before giving up on being quiet. He started sucking on his collarbone and dragged his teeth over the tender flesh. Yuuri gasp in his hand and shuddered as he squirmed. Viktor flicked his tongue over the light marks and bit gently, feeling the bone between his teeth. He sucked on the flesh there and made little circles with his tongue. Yuuri was panting and whimpering into his hand. His whole body was quivering, begging for more. Viktor would give him exactly what the wanted.
"Yuuri, we're alone. You don't have to be quiet," Viktor whispered as he bit along his collarbone. Yuuri couldn't stop trembling. His body felt hot and sick, like when he'd get fevers from overworking himself. No more. He couldn't stand it. He hated it. He was scared. Terrified. He felt sick. The tears wouldn't stop. He was whimpering and gasping just to breath, but he was too scared to make any sounds. No more. Please, no more. He bit his wrist trying to get his mind off of it. His teeth dug into the thin flesh, and he focused on the pain instead of the sickness. He was shaking in fear. He was crying and couldn't stop. He was biting himself just to keep quiet.
But at least he was silent.
Viktor slid a warm hand underneath Yuuri's shirt. It sent a shiver down his spine, and Viktor smiled against his shoulder. One hand was sliding up his defined stomach and chest, feeling his warm skin while the other pulled down at his shirt collar so Viktor could leave more marks along the top of his chest. Yuuri was shaking and jumping at the feeling of his touch. Viktor looked up at his blushing face, his hand covering most of it, and saw an angel. This man was his. No Thai boy, no woman, no one else would ever see this face of his. No one else would ever hear his gasps like this. Yuuri was his.
Viktor took both hands and quickly slid Yuuri's shirt up over his head and tossed it to the side. Shocked, Yuuri released his bite on his wrist and took a step back only to helplessly fall to the floor. He couldn't feel his legs. It was like they were cement trapping him. Viktor quickly wrapped an arm around his waist and helped him gently to the floor.
"Oh? I never knew you'd fall so hard for me, Yuuri," Viktor chuckled at his own joke as he quickly stripped his own shirt off. Yuuri could only watch with wide eyes. His body was frozen. He couldn't move his arms, he couldn't open his mouth to say stop, he couldn't even feel his legs. He could only watch as Viktor kissed and sucked on his bare chest, his own warm body pressed against his.
He couldn't take it anymore. Yuuri was just too damn sexy. He was licking and biting and sucking every exposed inch of flesh on his young skater. His hands were grasping at his back wanting more. He felt Yuuri quiver and jump at his touch, his kiss, his love. He loved Yuuri. He loved Yuuri so much. He left kisses down his chest. He nibbled at his slightly defined abs and kissed his way down his belly button. Yuuri's whole body was begging for more, there was no mistaking it. So why was he so quiet?
Viktor slid one finger beneath the elastic of his sweatpants as he looked up to see why Yuuri hasn't moaned or gasped. He knew he was trying to be quiet, but so far he hasn't been very good at that. He saw Yuuri shaking with a blush on his face and his wrist in his mouth. He was biting himself so hard to keep quiet that he drew blood. A thin red trail marked from his wrist to halfway down his forearm. Viktor's eyes went wide as he quickly snatched his arm away, pinning it next to his head on the floor.
"What are you doing?! Don't bite yourself just to keep quiet!" Viktor shoved two of his own fingers into Yuuri's mouth and spread them out so each one was resting on his back molars. "Here, if you really want to bite something, bite me. Don't hurt yourself."
Viktor leaned down and was licking his nipple. One hand in Yuuri's mouth, the other still pinning his bleeding arm on the floor. He flicked his tongue over the pink flesh and gently grazed his teeth over it waiting to feel Yuuri dig into his fingers. Instead, he heard the younger man cry out. His moans filled the air as Viktor gently sucked on his erect flesh. His body was quivering against his, and his yelps only fueled Viktor's libido.
Viktor took a peek to see Yuuri's blushing face, from his ears to his neck, and drool dripping down his chin. Tears were in his eyes, pooling over, and his tongue was sticking out between his fingers as he cried in pleasure while Viktor played with his nipples. He was surprised. Yuuri really won't bite him, will he? How cute. It made Viktor want to stay like this more to hear his moans. He went and bit his nipples, just a little too hard, so he could hear his voice cry.
Yuuri couldn't take it any more. His senses were overwhelmed. His free hand jumped and desperately grabbed Viktor's wrist. He was shaking so bad he could barely hold onto his hand. He pulled the fingers out of his mouth and turned his head to the side, panting and gasping for air as drool dripped down his chin. He tried to beg him to stop. Please. No more. But his throat was dry and his voice raw.
"What? Is it hard to keep your voice down like that? Well then, I guess there's no helping it," Viktor giggled as he kissed him, his tongue scraping against his teeth and tasting the sweetness of Yuuri's mouth, probably from his sports drink. "Let me hear my Yuuri scream."
Viktor quickly slid Yuuri's sweatpants off and undid his own pants. He pulled out the vaseline he keeps for chapped lips and scooped a generous amount into his palm. He licked and drooled on Yuuri's tip while sliding a finger inside, making sure to be generous with the lube. It was too much for Yuuri. He was shaking and crying. His moans and gasps escaped his lips unfiltered. A shaky arm covered his face while the other grasped at thin air.
Two fingers in, three. Viktor was licking and sucking the entire time, listening to his lover's reaction. His own pants were burning and twitching, begging to be used. Four fingers in, twisting, listening to his cries of pleasure, watching him squirm. Yuuri was his. Yuuri was only his.
He released his twitching member dripping with sweet pre-cum and pulled his fingers out. Yuuri gave out a gasp at the sudden empty feeling and sighed. Was it finally over? He pulled his arm away slightly to look at Viktor positioning himself. Yuuri felt something hot and twitching trying to enter. He covered his face and yelped at the pain. It hurt. It stung. It felt like he was being ripped in two. The tears freely flowed, his cried unfiltered.
Viktor's hand was in his hair, gently stroking. His lips were against his ear. His hot breath tingling and burning. He was whispering. What was he saying? Yuuri couldn't focus. It was too much. It was all too much. The pain, the sickness, the heat, the sex. He couldn't. He can't. What was he saying? It hurt too much.
"...rry. I'm….tight...relax...n't cry...I kno….urts...bear with….ttle more…" What was he saying? He couldn't hear right. He couldn't focus. The pain. The fire. It was burning inside him. Everything was blurry. He couldn't see past the tears. Viktor was moving. Faster, deeper. He was stroking his hair, whispering in his ears, kissing his cheeks and neck. Faster, deeper. Burning. Tearing him in two. It hurt. He was whispering in his ear. What was he saying? Focus. Focus. On anything but the pain. It hurt. Faster. What was he saying? What was he whispering?
"Yuuri," Viktor cried out. His head was hazy, he couldn't see straight, the pain was unbearable, but hearing Viktor cry out his name brought him back to reality. He pulled his arm away and looked into Viktor's eyes as he was panting and sweating. He was moving faster and faster, his face tensing up, his grip tightening in his hair. Yuuri could only cry as he watched and listened. "I love you, Yuuri!" Viktor cried out with a shuddering gasp as he pulled out, cumming all over Yuuri's stomach and chest.
Both of them were panting, barely able to breathe. Viktor stood up to grab something to clean Yuuri's chest with, and Yuuri only lied there, tears dripping down his face in shock at the events which just unfolded. What had just happened? What did they just do? Why was Viktor upset with him? What did he do?
After Viktor cleaned him up, he lied down next to him, curling the younger man into his chest, hugging him tightly and kissing his hair. Yuuri's whole body was shaking as he pressed against Viktor's bare chest, silent tears still cascading down his face.
"I love you, Yuuri. I love you so much. You're mine, and don't you ever forget that," Viktor whispered as he gently stroked his hair. He gently squeezed Yuuri as he shook and cried into his chest. One hand stroked his hair as the other stroked his back, and he whispered "I love you" over and over into his hair with gentle kisses.
"Vi-Viktor," Yuuri gasp out between sobs. "W-Why?" Viktor only smiled at the ridiculous question. Why? Of course, there was only one reason why.
"So you know exactly whom you belong to, my love," he placed a gently kiss on his head as he continued to stroke his hair and coddling his shaking body. Yuuri could only cry.
He had never been so scared in his life.
