After seeing the Phantom Thief AU art that somachos made on tumblr, I was inspired to write this! Go check out the art! I hope that you all like it! Please let me know ^.~ Obviously I don't own YOI or make any profit!
GUYS! Go visit maroalpaca on tumblr to see amazing art that is based off of Chapter 4 of my fic! I still can't believe that fanart inspired a fic, that in turned inspired fanart! God I love this fandom so freakin much *hugs YOI fandom*
Under the Cover of Eros
YOI Phantom Thief AU
Chapter 20 - Spank Bank
Viktor's mind was racing, creating a million scenarios in his head, each more unlikely than the last. How had Yuuri gotten out of those cuffs? Viktor was sure that he had properly tightened them, not too tight, but definitely enough to keep Yuuri restrained. He was a seasoned officer, he knew how to use the damn things, but the only other person he had ever witness slip his cuffs was . . .
Yuuri was so screwed! He sat there on the conference table, his pleasant buzz post orgasm quickly forgotten, only to be replaced with dread. 'How the fuck am I going to talk my way out of this one!?' Yuuri internally screamed. He had to be careful how he played this, he knew that he only had one chance to dissuade Viktor from making the connection to Eros from his actions. "Vitya," Yuuri's lower lip quivered, "I never wanted you to know," he sniveled. Yuuri buried his face into his hands, and cried. The tears were real, they were brought forth by the thought of Viktor finding out who he really was. "It's so embarrassing," he mumbled into his hands.
What didn't Yuuri want him to know? What was his lover so desperate to hide? Viktor could feel his heart hammering away in his chest as he waited for Yuuri to elaborate further. Viktor promised Phichit that he would always let Yuuri explain, so that's exactly what he intended to do. "Yuuri, you can tell me anything . . . wha . .what is it?" Viktor said in a shaky, quiet voice.
"I . . . I . .," Yuuri sniffled and then went silent.
"Yes?" Viktor coaxed gently.
"When I was younger I wanted to be a dancing magician!" Yuuri squeaked out quickly. He had decided that the best way to get out of this mess was to make Viktor laugh and maybe feel sorry for him a little. Admitting to his boyfriend that he had in fact studied magic was his best bet at the moment and it was the truth! "I learned slight of hand and card tricks and ways to slip out of handcuffs and I'm so embarrassed I could die right now!"
Well . . . that was not what Viktor thought Yuuri was going to say! The sight of Yuuri blushing, crying, and shaking in clear embarrassment was starting to have an effect on Viktor. He could feel a chortle rumbling in his gut, threatening to burst forth. "Yuuri," he stifled a giggle, "it's ok love," he snorted. "But a dancing magician? That's crazy!" Viktor erupted in laughter.
"Viiityaaaaaa," Yuuri whined, "don't laugh at me you jerk!" He playfully punched Viktor's shoulder. Oh thank Christ! Viktor was laughing and not thinking about Eros. Maybe Yuuri had salvaged this after all.
Viktor wheezed and wiped a tear from his eye. "Yuuri you are always so full of surprises!" He giggled as he tried to regain some composure. What had he been thinking? Of course Yuuri had some adorable explanation! Honestly, Viktor needed to get some sleep and a break from this case for a while, it was making him crazy. Yuuri was nothing like Eros, it was so laughable now.
"Vitya, hand me my coat damn it, you ruined my shirt!" Yuuri huffed and narrowed his eyes. He was relieved that he had successfully diffused the tense situation, but he felt that Viktor had laughed at him enough now and he was starting to get cold.
"Oh sorry solnyshko," Viktor blushed and handed Yuuri his winter coat. The whole encounter had been so spur of the minute, brought on by how sexy Yuuri was, that Viktor still couldn't believe what they had just done! He spared a glance to the small CCTV camera mounted by the door. 'Shit! This is gonna cost me!' Viktor mentally bemoaned.
"It's fine, it's washable, just not wearable at the moment," Yuuri mumbled as he slipped on his coat. Luckily, his fluffy navy blue parka would be able to keep him warm. "I should probably get going . . ."
"Oh! Yeah, I should, umm, get back to work," Viktor grinned. "But did you umm . . . like that?" He asked tentatively, looking up through his long silver eyelashes at his Yuuri. The last thing he wanted was for Yuuri to have been scared or not enjoy what they did together.
"Oh! No," Yuuri waved his hands in front of himself chaotically. "I mean yes, I . . . yes . . I liked it, a lot actually," he stuttered and then looked down to his lap as he blushed. Now that it seemed like Viktor wasn't concerned about Yuuri's miraculous escape, Yuuri's replayed their little tryst in his head. He never knew that he would enjoy being restrained like that so much, Yuuri wanted to do it again!
Seeing Yuuri all blushy and shy shot yet another of cupid's damn arrows straight through Viktor's heart. How could this boy be that freakin cute?! It really wasn't fair. Viktor didn't stand a chance. He stood up and shuffled over to Yuuri, his pants still around his ankles, and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend. "I'm glad, me too solnyshko," he sighed into Yuuri's hair and placed a gentle kiss there in the raven locks.
"Vitya, I'm umm, sorry about your tie," Yuuri mumbled as Viktor leaned back to look into his face. Yuuri pointed to the damp wrinkled piece of dark fabric on conference table beside him.
"Don't worry about it, I am always spilling my lunch all over myself, so I have at least ten extras in my desk drawer, no one will think anything of it if I change my tie," Viktor shooed away Yuuri's concerns with ease. "Will you be warm enough though?" Viktor tilted his head to the side and took hold of Yuuri's coat collar with both hands.
"I grew up with cold Michigan winters Vitya, I'll be just fine, thank you," Yuuri smiled.
"Let me walk you out then," Viktor gestured to the door with a smile.
"Anno Vitya . . " Yuuri grinned.
"Huh?" Viktor blinked in confusion at Yuuri's tone.
"Your umm . . . pants," Yuuri laughed and pointed down towards Viktor's trousers still circling his ankles.
"Shit!"
….
"Beka, I have something I need to get off my chest, but you can't tell anyone else, ok?" Yurio mumbled as he took another bite of his cheeseburger. They were sitting next to each other at a McDonald's having an after school snack.
"Yura, is everything ok?" Beka asked with growing concern as he sat down his own cheeseburger and concentrated on his Yura.
"Yeah just all this shit with Eros has me on edge argh!" Yurio grumbled and rubbed his head angrily. "Plus those assholes at school talking shit about Uncle Vitya and . . " Yurio was interrupted by a warm hand on his shoulder.
"Yura it's ok, no one thinks that you or your uncle really know anything else about that thief," Otabek offered a warm smile and slid his hand up into Yurio's hair.
Yurio closed his eyes and sighed at the warmth and gentle pressure on his scalp from Otabek's strong hand. "That's just it, this whole thing has made me see how stupid adults can be and how you shouldn't keep things to yourself," Yurio whispered.
"What did you want to tell me then Yura?" Otabek hummed happily. He had no idea what his Yura was talking about, but he would happily listen to anything that his little tiger had to say.
Yurio reached up and took a hold of Otabek's hand to stop the head message, otherwise he wouldn't be able to think straight. He knew that it was crazy and that he probably shouldn't say it, but life was short and fuck it! "Beka I . . ." Yurio took a big gulp as Otabek looked into his eyes with rapt attention. "I fucking love you ok?" Yurio screamed into Otabek's face and then slapped his own mouth shut with his hand in abject horror.
All conversation in the restaurant came to a screeching halt and every eye was now trained on the two young boys sitting in the corner, near the window. An elderly man dropped his pop mid fill, a young woman dripped ketchup from her uneaten french fry down the front of her cream colored blouse, and a small child asked his mother what 'fuck' meant.
A broad smile broke across Otabek's face and his eye's shimmered under the fluorescent lights of the restaurant. No one else mattered, he could only see his gorgeous Yura. "Ok," he flashed a toothy grin, "I fucking love you too Yura," he leaned in and kissed the back of Yurio's hand that was still covering the other boy's mouth.
The stunned group of curious onlookers couldn't help but clap in response. Requited love was a beautiful and wonderful thing, at any age. As quickly as the disturbance had occurred and silence had prevailed, it switched back to the noisy rambunctious atmosphere of a typical McDonald's in the afternoon.
"Oh . .My. . .God!" Yurio scream whispered. "Why did I do that? It's all your fault! I fucking hate you!" He continued to freak out as he slowly lowered his hands.
"No you don't Yura, you fucking love me," Otabek grinned happily and placed one arm around Yurio, pulling him close to his side. "And I fucking love you too," he said as he leaned over to place a sweet kiss into Yurio's hair. Otabek reached over, picked up his neglected burger, and took a very satisfying bite. Today was a good day.
….
Viktor had walked Yuuri to the front door and was waving and shouting his loving goodbyes when Yakov yelled behind him.
"THAT FUCKING UPTY ASS THIEF! HOW FUCKING DARE HE?!" Came the thunderous roar of the Police Captain from deep in the bowels of his office lair.
Everyone in the station knew about Captain Feltsman's temper, they also knew to steer clear when he was in a bad mood. Viktor on the other hand was drawn to Yakov's fits like a happy little moth to the Captain's angry flame. It was as though the other Russian man simply couldn't resist the temptation, this time was no exception.
"Why my dear Captain, are you alright?" Viktor chimed happily from just outside of Yakov's den. He had his signature heart shaped smile firmly in place and was waiting for the growling to begin from his irate superior.
"Get in here detective and shut the damn door!" Yakov commanded.
"Certainly!" Viktor skipped into the office and gently closed the door behind him. He trotted over to a chair in front of his captain's desk and sat down.
"Your fucking thief has just sent another damn notice, and this time that asshole is targeting the mayor!" Yakov all but screamed while throwing his phone down on the desk.
Viktor carefully leaned forwards and took the phone. He looked down at the screen:
Dear Madam Mayor,
I will lay claim to the your Jade Promise Ring tomorrow at midnight
~Phantom Thief Eros~
Viktor sighed and laid the phone back down on the desk. Great! Now he wasn't going to see Yuuri for a while. Viktor shook his head in disgust.
"How about you actually catch the bastard this time!" Yakov growled and snatched his phone back. "I want a thorough plan on my desk by the end of the day Vitya!"
"Yes sir," Viktor mumbled and stood to leave.
"Oh and Vitya," Yakov said with an edge creeping into his voice.
"Yeah?" Viktor asked and turned back around.
"No more mistakes," Yakov glared.
….
[hey I sent the notice ^-^]
{yeah I was at the station and heard the captain yelling just as I left! thanks}
[np ^ . ~ ]
{hey I screwed up again -.-;;}
[-.- what now?]
{I might have been umm involved with Viktor privately at the precinct and umm I was cuffed and then I umm wasn't thinking straight and slipped the cuffs?}
[you mean you were being kinky and bondagey with your boyfriend at the fucking police precinct?! and in a haze of post ejaculatory bliss, you slipped the cuffs and he saw? is that what you're telling me Yuu-chan?]
{yes?}
[KASJDFKLASJDFKLJ!]
[GET YOUR ASS HOME! NOW!]
{ok . . . .sorry. . .}
[your damn libido is gonna get us all arrested!]
{-.-;; I would never let that happen Phi, you know that}
[get home and we will work out a plan to throw him off the scent]
{thanks Phi . . . . I don't deserve you . . .}
[don't be mopey! we'll fix it, don't worry]
[sorry I txt yelled -.- ]
{np I had it coming}
[I personally think that you have had enough coming lately . . .]
{O.o;;}
[shut up and bring your sluty ass home!]
[love ya]
{lol ok. love ya too}
….
Viktor and half of the department was forced to spend the rest of the day and a great majority of the evening at the office to prep for Eros's next heist. When he arrived back to the precinct in the morning, after only a few hours of sleep cuddling Makkachin, it felt like he had never left. With a heavy yawn Viktor shuffled towards the Security Office.
"Hey Bob!" Viktor smiled and waved as he entered the small office. Being in law enforcement usually meant long, hectic hours. This also meant that sometimes you basically lived at the precinct. As a result, from time to time, certain non work related things tended to occur there. Though Viktor himself had never had to bribe any of the security personnel before, he knew plenty of officers that had. From inter office affairs to conjugal visits, Viktor had known that there were numerous incidents that had been recorded and then swept under the rug. His mission today was to do just that!
"Hey Detective" Bob waved back nervously. The last time he saw Detective Nikiforov it was on THAT table with the cute Japanese boy! He had a sneaking suspicion he knew why the handsome man was here now.
Viktor rubbed the back of his head and cast his eyes down to the ground. "So you were on duty yesterday afternoon right?" He asked shyly, not wanting to meet the other man's gaze.
"Yeah . . ." Bob replied apprehensively.
"What would you say to a floor seat at a Knicks' game to make any evidence of my lunch yesterday disappear?" Viktor had it on good authority that Bob was a HUGE Knicks fan. He chanced a glance at Bob and saw the middle aged man's round face light up with unconcealed joy.
"Make it a pair of tickets and you have yourself a deal detective," Bob grinned. He had been covering a shift for Charlie yesterday! Now not only did he get one hell of a show, but blackmail Knicks tickets too! Clearly someone up there liked him an awful lot.
"Done, and we never speak of this again, alright?" Viktor all but begged. He couldn't afford to have this valuable info leaked to anyone else in the department, especially Yakov.
"Deal!" Bob reached out and shook Detective Nikiforov's hand. "But first let me just say this," he cleared his throat and had the grace to look away, "that boyfriend of yours is so sexy detective and the way he smoothly got out of those cuffs at the end!" Bob whistled as he walked over to his desk. He pulled out a DVD with the footage on it, threw it on the ground, and smashed it under his foot. "Hot damn!"
Viktor blushed profusely and took a deep breath. Just the thought of Yuuri on that table was making it hard to breathe. "Umm...yeah...thanks, I'll get you those tickets next week. Season opener alright?" Viktor wanted to leave, now, before the image of Yuuri biting into his tie and suppressing his desperate moans further assaulted his easily tempted mind.
"Absolutely, you have a great day now detective, see you next week," Bob winked and sat back down in front of the wall of videos monitors.
"Thanks, umm you too," Viktor beat a hasty retreat back towards his office. He needed to go bury his nose in some paperwork and NOT think of Yuuri's gorgeous, slender hips grinding up into his...DAMN IT! He changed directions and headed towards the bathroom instead.
Once the detective was safely away, Bob unlocked and pulled open the special bottom drawer of the desk. This was where everyone in the security department put their precious gems into the unofficial spank bank. He looked down at the most recent addition to their mountainous collection. There lay a DVD with his chicken scratch writing sprawled across it with yesterday's date and the unspoken, but frankly required summary atop it:
"Detective Viktor Nikiforov's blowjob secession with his cute Japanese boy toy in conference room. Includes: kissing, role play, handcuffs, gag, blowjob, jacking off, and special surprise talents. Kinky & Hot 20/10!"
Bob picked up a red sharpie and placed a big checkmark on the DVD. This was their little code to let everyone else know that this particular elicit material had already been 'bought.' He smiled to himself, closed the drawer, and locked it once again. If anyone ever found out what was in that drawer, the entire 9th Precinct would be fired and probably arrested. That thought always made Bob laugh. He then turned his attention back to the monitors. God he loved his job!
Author's Notes:
See this is why I love comments! The whole Viktor and Bob scene was inspired by SiaKatsukiforova, thanks again for the great prompt I decided to add it lol ^.~