Pairings: Viktor/Yuuri
Warnings: AU Universe. Non-canon. Brief mentions of real life disasters. More confident Yuuri. Older characters.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yuri on Ice or any of the characters, but the OC characters belongs to me
Chapter Three: My Prince With the Silver Hair
It's big, was Katsuki Yuuri's first thought even as he stepped into the grounds of the headquarters of the Michigan Fire Department.
It had been nearly two weeks since his return to the States—with both Yuuri and Phichit having returned to Yuuri's hometown for a well-deserved vacation after having sat the extremely tough IBSC and BCCTPC certifications at the headquarters of the IAEP (International Association of EMTs and Paramedics).
Yuuri actually had a head start as compared to most paramedics his age as he had already been training as a paramedic since he was in middle school—having gone for as many medic internships and training opportunities as he could possibly take whilst still keeping his top grades at school.
Hence, by the time Yuuri had finished his high school education, he was already internationally certified as a Flight Paramedic as well as a Tactical Responder. He actually got lucky with his career choice—as the doctor at his high school had originally been a paramedic, and he knew the right people to open the doors for Yuuri.
His record had caught the attention of the higher-ups of the IAEP as well, and a representative had actually came over to speak to Yuuri and his family during his third year of high school—asking if Yuuri would consider taking up a position as a paramedic in the States. He would also possibly gain more exposure and experience there, as the EMS branches in the States have a work and study program for their paramedics. They could both train and work at the same time—something that most people would take on, as despite popular belief, not everyone in America are multi-billionaires.
Needless to say, Yuuri was hesitant at that time, not wanting to leave his family behind. It was his parents who have persuaded him to go, not wanting their son to lose this once in a lifetime opportunity.
Now, nearly two years since leaving his hometown to train to be a paramedic, Katsuki Yuuri could proudly say that he is now an internationally certified paramedic—one of the best in the IAEP, as the chief of the Michigan EMS Department, Celestino had told Yuuri once.
And with the number of certifications and examinations that Yuuri had taken, he is probably on par with any nurse. Probably, it is that trust instilled in him that gave Celestino the confidence to promote Yuuri to the head of the Second Unit when the previous head was slated to be transferred to San Francisco.
Phichit was actually the first friend that Yuuri had made when he had first made the move to the States, also being his roommate in the studio apartment that he had rented in downtown Michigan, as housing prices in America isn't exactly cheap.
The Thai was also in the same work-study program as Yuuri and most of the trainees that he had met. It also helps that they're about the same age, and thus, Yuuri felt quite relaxed around the friendly Thai teen when they were first introduced to each other as roommates.
Phichit had been a good friend to Yuuri, with the Thai's bubbly and friendly personality helping to draw Yuuri out of his shell and helping him to socialise more with their fellow trainees/interns and the older paramedics as well as befriending some of the high schoolers and college students from the nearby high school and college at the breakfast place they always went to for breakfast before reporting for their shift at the EMS headquarters.
Thus, this recent vacation back home to Japan was actually the first time that Yuuri's family and friends have seen him since he'd left for the States, and to say that they were astounded at the change in him is an understatement. Nothing brings a person out of their shell more than actually helping to save someone's life first-hand.
The mentor that was tagged to Phichit and Yuuri had years of experience under his belt, and while he was stern and tough on Phichit and Yuuri—which as he explained after one extremely rough scolding later, is because as EMTs or paramedics, people's lives are in their hands, and every single second counts. Hesitance because you have no confidence in your abilities or yourself could end up being the cause of someone's death.
That pep talk was what actually led to causing Yuuri to come out of his shell, and he gradually started accepting invites to parties and such with his fellow trainees and friends, much to Phichit's delight.
Yuuko had actually burst in tears at the welcome home party for Yuuri when Phichit had announced proudly (much to Yuuri's embarrassment), that he is basically fully certified as a nurse, despite his position as a paramedic. Ciao Ciao had even as good as told Yuuri before he and Phichit have left to take their certifications that the position as the head of the Second Unit is as good as his, whether he passed his certification or not.
Takeshi was panicking and flailing, not knowing how to comfort his wife, with the hormones made worse by the fact that she is actually nearly eight months pregnant with their triplets at that time. Yuuri's two childhood friends were naturally very proud of how far their once timid and shy friend had came, with Takeshi even reminiscing about the few times when he had chased off bullies for Yuuri.
Yuuri wasn't very surprised when he, Phichit and even Emil Nekola were hauled straight into Celestino's office the first day when he and Phichit have reported in after their return from Japan, only to have the man informing all three of them that they are the representatives being sent to the Michigan Fire Department to give them a one day crash course on life saving techniques.
The paramedics and EMTs have been concerned for some time now that the headquarters of the EMS and Fire Departments were basically located on opposite sides of each other. Whenever an incident was reported, like a fire for instance, there were far too many times when the paramedics have either barely made it in time or have failed to make it in time to save the lives that could have been saved if only their headquarters wasn't located so damn far away!
Yuuri knew for one that Celestino and even the head fire-fighter have been fighting with the city council for years now in regards to this major problem. Sometimes, Yuuri is thankful that he isn't American, as he could already predict how the next election is going to go for the current mayor of the state of Michigan.
Clearly, the man is a fool if he thought that relocating the EMS and Fire Departments on opposite sides of each other is a good idea just to make way for more shopping districts. Yuuri knew that construction is already ongoing for the new joint headquarters for the EMS and Fire Departments that will be located in the heart of Michigan.
But as construction likely wouldn't be completed until at least a year or so from now, they have to work around whatever limitations they now have. It had been Yuuri's idea to have the EMTs and paramedics teach the fire-fighters at least the basics of critical care and rescue techniques so that the fire-fighters could at least buy them some time if the paramedics couldn't make it to the scene in time.
Yuuri just didn't expect for the representatives to be himself, Phichit and Emil. Nearly half of the paramedics of the Second Unit being sent out. So it looks like the other half will be on call-dispatch duty today, as there is no way they are going to be sent out on an emergency case when Yuuri, their unit leader, is away.
"Whoa, it's way larger than the one that I've seen at Thailand when I was there for an internship before moving to the States." Phichit gaped at the towering building of the Fire Department.
"I wonder how big the new headquarters is going to be then, once it's ready for both our departments to move in." Emil joked, heaving the black emergency case that every paramedic has. All three of them have been told to bring their emergency cases with them to give the fire-fighters a crash course.
None of the three have said anything, but they were undeniably nervous ever since Celestino had broken the news to them. The week leading up to this day have been spent with all three poring over their notes and study materials from their training days to prepare. Though like what Mickey had pointed out, he'll kick the fire-fighters' asses for them if they dare to look down their noses at them.
Not that anyone at the EMS Department thinks they will. If it is anyone who even knows how thankless a job that the paramedics have at times, it is the fire-fighters.
"Isn't there supposed to be someone here to meet us, Yuuri?" Emil asked, turning his attention towards the raven head who is frowning as he looked at a slip of paper in his hand.
"Yeah, the head fire-fighter to be exact." Yuuri responded, much to Emil and Phichit's surprise. The head fire-fighter himself coming to introduce them to his teams? "He's probably been called away for a meeting or something. I know that Ciao Ciao had been called away for city council meetings more frequently of late—ever since construction for the new headquarters had begun."
Phichit and Emil exchanged frowns above Yuuri's head. Seriously, because they are foreigners and all, or foreign workers here on visas and work permits, they tend to keep their mouths shut about the politics and policies of the States. But the ruling body of Michigan seems to think that the EMS and Fire Departments are useless or not needed if they kept calling their individual heads away for pointless meetings. It is just fortunate for both departments that their heads don't believe in codling their people, and they've long learned to work independently.
Phichit and Emil seriously don't want to think how the next election is going to go, and they are both certain that the people of Michigan will not be voting for the same person as mayor. Papers calling the current mayor's policies and capabilities in question have been escalating for months now. It is made worse by the number of incidents in which both the Fire and EMS Departments failed to arrive in time due to either their headquarters being located too far away or by traffic jams.
"Well, standing around here is no point." Yuuri murmured, crinkling his brow. He would rather finish their 'lessons' as quickly as they could now when there isn't an emergency call for the Fire Department. Heavens knows that both departments have been overworked of late due to the mayor's lack of common sense in constructing shopping districts and even residential buildings in either hazardous areas, or failed to factor in emergency routes in case of an emergency like a fire. "We'd best find someone who can lead us to where we're supposed to go."
"Might as well split up then." Emil shrugged. "Might cover more ground that way. We'll keep in contact via phones."
"Sounds like a plan." Phichit agreed before the three headed off in different directions of the grounds of the Fire Department headquarters.
Yuuri looked around with a frown even as he walked deeper into the grounds.
It is silent, and there isn't a sound to be heard. All that he saw are ropes or rescue cables trailing down the walls of the building—probably, the area he is in is meant for the fire-fighters' daily rescue training. The EMS Department have allotted time slots for the different units to keep their rescue skills as well as physical skills sharp as well.
With Yuuri's body metabolism rate, he is thankful for it, as he burns as many calories as he ate, thus allowing him to keep in shape. He hadn't felt this good since his middle school days when Takeshi and Yuuko have dragged him to go jogging with them or even to the ice skating rink where the three childhood friends have met to begin with. In fact, Yuuri distinctly remembered starving himself just so he could fit into the tuxedo when Takeshi had nearly begged him to become his best man at his and Yuuko's wedding.
Yuuri's lips gave a quirk; he hadn't even realised how much he missed them until his return to Japan. The young paramedic was so lost in his thoughts that he hadn't even realised that he is walking a little too close to the side of the wall where the rescue cables were wriggling about—indicating that someone is most likely collecting the gear from the top of the building.
"Idiot, don't lose focus!"
"Oh shit! Watch out!"
It was those yells that caught Yuuri's attention, and he looked up just in time to see dark shadows falling towards him from above—heavy coils of rescue cables and rope and even heavy tactical rescue gear that fire-fighters used to scale into tall-rise buildings.
Oh shit.
Yuuri closed his eyes, ready to brace for impact when he felt a strong arm wrap around his waist, and his body was turned around even as a hand cradled his head to a broad chest. There were sounds of heavy thuds and falls as well, with the heavy tactical gear just missing Yuuri and his mysterious rescuer by mere inches.
Yuuri was turned so quickly that he'd lost his balance, also in part due to the emergency pack that he had slung over his shoulder, and he would have fallen to the ground if not for the strong arm around his waist.
Yuuri opened his eyes only to meet with a pair of surprised blue-green eyes, with silver hair framing his face. The silver-haired man was also dressed in a black training shirt and orange fire-fighter pants and boots.
Despite himself, Yuuri felt a flush on his face at the sight of the handsome man.
"Sorry." His rescuer apologised smoothly, releasing his hold on Yuuri once he is certain that Yuuri could stand on his own. "Are you all right?"
Before Yuuri could answer, there were the sounds of rapidly running footsteps, and Phichit and Emil turned around the corner, being followed by three fire-fighters—with one whom Yuuri recognised as Yakov Feltsman, the head fire-fighter.
"Oh my gosh!" Phichit was the first one to reach Yuuri, and he is quick to immediately look Yuuri over, making sure he didn't have any injuries. "Yuuri, are you okay?"
Emil looked at the gear that just missed Yuuri and his silver-haired rescuer with a pale face. If it had actually hit Yuuri, especially falling from such a massive height, Yuuri would have gotten a concussion and broken bones at best.
"Who's the idiot who threw the gear?" Yakov barked, glaring upwards whilst shielding his eyes from the bright sun only to see two guilty looking heads popping over the side of the roof. "You both are going to be cleaning all the fire trucks for a month!"
"Sorry Chief!"
"Yuuri, you all right?" Christophe Giacometti whom Yuuri recognised when he had sat for his NREMT certification a year ago spoke up, looking at him with concern. "Thank the heavens that it missed you!"
"I'm fine." Yuuri smiled weakly. "No thanks to him." He smiled at the silver haired man who blushed as Yuuri smiled at him. "You are?"
"Viktor Nikiforov." The man introduced himself with a seductive smirk. "I believe that my unit is going to be one of those training under you later."
"Oh." Yuuri instantly remembered what he had come here for.
"I'm so sorry about this, Yuuri." Yakov turned to Yuuri, apologising, still red in the face. Yuuri only hoped that the two who have nearly dropped their gear atop his head won't get punished too badly. "I'll be sure to discipline them. They know better than to collect gear this way!"
"I-It's okay." Yuuri tried to pacify the angry Yakov. "Nothing happened."
"Be that as it may be, but I taught them to reduce accidents, not create them!" Yakov frowned. He sighed, rubbing a hand over his balding head. He then forced a smile on his face at the three paramedics. "I'm so sorry for not being there to greet you, but I was called away for a city council meeting." He had a look of distaste at that. "Come on, I'll show you to the room that we've set apart for the crash course…"
Yakov's voice trailed away even as he led the three paramedics away, and they disappeared around a corner. Viktor still continued staring even as Yuuri disappeared from sight. His mind kept replaying how small and perfect Yuuri had fitted in his arms, and even how good the paramedic had smelled.
"Hey Viktor." Georgi snapped his fingers in front of Viktor's face, thus causing Viktor to turn towards the disgruntled Georgi and highly amused Chris. "Where have you been?" He asked almost sarcastically.
"In Yuuri's pants, I'm assuming." Chris sniggered, much to Georgi's disgust. "Judging by how he kept staring at Yuuri's ass."
Viktor blushed. "He's cute." Viktor tried to defend himself.
"Not denying it." Chris said cheerfully even as he linked arms with Viktor and Georgi and started leading them towards the main building. Since the paramedics and Yakov are now here, their crash course would likely begin in another hour or so. "Yuuri's very delicate and feminine-looking, isn't he?" Chris grinned at his best friend. "I almost mistook him for a girl when I first met him when we were both taking our NREMT certifications a year ago. He's a very nice guy. Sweet and gentle. Timid too. You wouldn't think that someone like that is the leader of a paramedic unit, but he is." Chris laughed, taking in Viktor's baffled expression that someone so young is already the leader of a paramedic unit. Chris then turned serious. "If you intend to go after him, bro, don't break his heart." Chris warned. "I'm going to be very cross if you do. And Phichit will happily slit your throat in your sleep."
Viktor got a funny feeling that Chris isn't joking.
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The 'crash course' went off without a hitch, though it seems to Viktor that half his colleagues seem to be more interested in staring at the cute paramedic with the raven hair, much to his disgruntlement. Clearly, the other two paramedics seemed to realise this too, if the frowns on the faces of the two are clear.
Hence, Phichit and Emil were quick to be the ones taking over the demonstration for CPR, much to the fire-fighters' disappointment (and Viktor's too), if he's feeling honest. Yuuri on the other hand seemed extremely oblivious to the lustful gazes on his person, especially when he's pointing out diagrams on the board that Yakov had rolled in for them.
The three paramedics might be wearing their navy blue uniforms, but even Viktor can't help but find his eyes continuously going to how the uniform seem to accent Yuuri's almost feminine figure and hugged at his legs.
Oh great. He had never even realised that he had a uniform fetish.
The end of the 'crash course' came too soon for Viktor's liking, though he is relieved at least that Phichit and Emil seemed to have lots of reasons to talk to Yuuri—effectively deterring the other fire-fighters from picking up or hitting on the oblivious dark haired paramedic.
As Chris is already friends with Yuuri, and to a lesser extend, Phichit, he was able to formally introduce Viktor to Yuuri. Viktor however can't help but feel tongue tied when faced with his crush, and he can't help but feel disappointed when the three paramedics have to head off before he even had the chance to ask for Yuuri's number.
Viktor had numerous relations with both men and women since he was fifteen, and he definitely isn't new to sex. But all his bed partners are just that—bed partners. He doesn't have any feelings for them, and his sexual exploits grew worse when he was seventeen and in America, as his parents are going through their divorce then and seemed to be blaming everything on Viktor. He was lucky that he had actually met Chris around the same time.
The blond is a good friend to Viktor—he effectively stopped him from destroying himself any further, and while he didn't stop Viktor's sexual exploits, he did stop Viktor when he feels that he'd gone too far. And then, nearly a year ago, Viktor simply stopped sleeping around.
It just feels so dull, and he doesn't really appreciate his reputation of a 'man whore' around the Fire Department. It is why he had so few friends—with only those that worked with him in the same unit being the ones he could call friends. Yakov doesn't count, as he is more of a father to Viktor, and is probably the only one who would put up with his shenanigans.
But with Yuuri, it is like Viktor felt something different. He felt something for Yuuri that he had never felt for anyone before—and he felt like tearing out the eyes of his colleagues when they roamed up and down Yuuri's body.
It sounds almost silly, Viktor knew, falling in love at first sight with someone whom he barely knew.
The silver haired man sighed. What are the chances of them meeting again anyway? Or maybe Chris will be willing to help if he bribes him or something?
Viktor sighed, pulling his black training shirt over his head.
Maybe a trip to the club tonight will help to clear his head.
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Phichit was just so excited to be celebrating his birthday—hey, it's not everyday one turns nineteen—that Yuuri simply didn't have the heart to refuse Phichit when he had begged Yuuri to come to his birthday celebration at the club that they and their friends have often frequented.
It's not that Yuuri can't drink—hell, your family don't run an inn without one learning how to drink. He just doesn't like to drink, as crazy things tend to happen when he gets really drunk. Phichit and all his friends doesn't know of the crazy antics he does when drunk, but Yuuri's family and friends at Japan does, considering that Takeshi had gotten him shit-faced drunk three days before he's due to leave for the States—claiming it as some kind of farewell party. The man probably still had the photographic evidence from that night.
Yuuri made a mental note to himself to limit his alcohol intake, as the alcoholic drinks in the States are stronger than those of Japan.
"So how was it at the Fire Department today?" Mickey enquired, honestly curious. "Is there anyone's ass whom I need to kick?" He almost growled.
Only Mickey's closest friends will know this side of him—that he is really protective over his friends, not only his sister. And considering that all of them have gone through the training together, they are all good friends.
Amongst them, it is only Sara and Guang Hong who are the call dispatchers for the Michigan EMS Department. The rest of them are all paramedics, though Sara and Guang Hong does have the necessary training as paramedics.
Phichit and Emil exchanged looks with each other. "Well…" Emil trailed off, looking at Yuuri who is looking at the dancing bodies in the middle of the dance floor with an interested look—most probably because he had been dancing since early childhood.
In Phichit's words, Yuuri looked good enough to eat—being dressed in a black dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms and figure hugging black jeans with brown boots. With his job as a paramedic, gradually, Yuuri had gotten used to wearing contacts whilst on the job, and now, he rarely wore his dorky glasses anymore unless he's on night shift duty at headquarters.
"Well what?" Mickey asked with a frown. He raised an eyebrow as Emil and Phichit exchanged looks and looked at Yuuri, and he groaned. He knew those looks. "Did anyone hit on Yuuri again?"
Those words caught Yuuri's attention. "What again?" Yuuri said defensively. "No one will hit on me! Whoever will?"
His friends all exchanged exasperated looks. Oh Yuuri…
"Bro, you seriously have no idea how delectable and attractive you are, do you?" Phichit questioned, slinging an arm around Yuuri's shoulders. "Half the fire-fighters in the room with us today are too busy staring at your ass than listen to us teaching. I seriously wonder how they're going to explain to their Chief why they're not listening when he drills them on what they know about life saving techniques after today."
Sara laughed weakly. "Maybe Yuuri shouldn't be the one sent to teach them then," she offered with a smile at the blushing Yuuri.
"Enough of that! I want to dance!" Phichit announced with a grin. "Mickey, take some photos and videos of us?"
"Oh, us too!" Leo and Guang Hong said in sync, since Mickey never danced whenever they went to the club, much preferring to stay sober and watch over his sister. It is an unwritten rule amongst their group that at least one of them stays sober so they ensure each other's safety.
"Yes. Yes." Mickey answered grumpily, already taking out his phone, resigning himself to his fate of becoming Phichit's videographer slash photographer for the night.
Yuuri laughed even as Phichit tugged him to his feet as Leo and Guang Hong almost dashed to the dance floor in glee. "Come on, Yuuri! Dance with me! You promised to teach me how to dance, remember?"
"Just for tonight then." Yuuri smiled, combing his hair backwards to keep his bangs out of his face.
He never noticed the looks that he received from a man in a corner.
Yuuri decided to bow out of dancing quietly after five rounds of break dancing with an excited Phichit in the middle of the dance floor only to realise that he had the attention of the entire club on him. He had already downed two alcoholic drinks by this time to even get the liquid courage to show off his dancing moves in public, hence, he wasn't that embarrassed as he likely would be should he be fully sober.
Yuuri had left Phichit who had somehow dragged some bewildered Korean guy into dancing with him, much to his amusement. Break dancing is a big thing in America, apparently, as Leo seems pretty good at it too, and is leading Guang Hong.
"One Tequila Sunrise." Yuuri told the bartender, his cheeks red and flushed from dancing, and feeling the need to quench his thirst.
"Coming right up." The man manning the drinks counter said cheerfully as he went about mixing the drink for Yuuri. A glass was soon placed in front of Yuuri, with the drink almost sparkling under the lights of the club.
"You dance really well." Yuuri heard someone speak next to him, and he turned only to see a dark haired man with dark eyes next to him. His smile was friendly, but it seems almost predatory to Yuuri, and he had his guard up immediately.
"Thank you?" Yuuri said almost dismissively and turned his attention away from the man.
"You're a feisty one." The man chuckled, not put off by Yuuri in the least. "Name's Anthony. What's yours?"
"Yuuri." Yuuri grunted, already contemplating just taking his drink back to his friends' table. Anything would be better than being hit on by this man. Why does this always happen to him every single time he went to a club or a bar? Is Phichit right, and he is attractive to people? That can't be, right?
"What are those two doing?" Anthony sounded very amused.
Yuuri immediately turned towards the dance floor only to see Phichit leading the Korean guy he had been dancing with in some strange dance that seems to be a mix of break dancing and salsa. The Korean guy seems rather flushed but also seems to be enjoying himself, though he looks as if he couldn't decide where to place his hands on Phichit that wouldn't be considered improper.
Yuuri smiled as he imagined those two together. He then returned his attention back to his drink and consumed whatever was left in his glass.
"Another one, sir?" The bartender enquired politely, and Yuuri shook his head. The bartender then went to serve another customer who is calling for him at the end of the bar counter.
Yuuri frowned, breathing heavily. Why does it suddenly seem so hot in here, he wondered, even as he tugged at the collar of his shirt. He shook his head, as he realised how his vision seemed to be blurring, and the already blaring lights of the club were starting to make his head hurt and making him imagine that the entire club is tilting to the right. Voices and sounds sounded muffled to his ears, even as Yuuri pressed the heel of his palm against his forehead, hoping that it'll ease the dizzy spell.
Just how much had he been drinking? Only just the glass that he had just ordered and the two that he had consumed earlier before Phichit had dragged him to dance, right?
Yuuri slipped off the stool that he is on, and had to catch himself on the stool, as his world started to spin even worse than before, trying not to fall. He felt both sick and warm at the same time. He found it almost difficult to breathe.
"You all right?" The voice sounded as if echoes were bouncing off an empty room, even as an arm wrapped itself around Yuuri's waist. Yuuri looked up through half lidded eyes and just vaguely recognised Anthony. "Had a little too much to drink?"
"I'm fine…" Yuuri's words almost slurred, even as he tried to break away from Anthony and find his way back to his friends. He almost stumbled again as he did so. "I feel strange…" He breathed heavily.
"I didn't think that it'd work this quickly." Anthony chuckled, tightening his hold around Yuuri's waist. "Didn't anyone ever warn you not to take your eyes off your drink?" He whispered seductively in Yuuri's ear.
Yuuri felt his heart skip a beat. Did Anthony slip something in his drink earlier?
"…Let go… Please…" Yuuri's limbs felt as weak as a newborn lamb's even as he tried to free himself from Anthony's grip, but he failed.
Anthony chuckled. "You're not going anywhere," he whispered seductively, almost dragging Yuuri towards the exit of the club. With the loud music and dim lights, no one noticed anything at all. "It's been awhile since I had a good fuck with someone as pretty as you."
Despite the haze over Yuuri's mind, he panicked, knowing what is going to happen to him if he doesn't do something to stop it, or if someone don't come.
"…No…! Let me go… Please…"
Yuuri barely realised that they're in the deadly silent carpark, and that Anthony had dragged him to a car in a dark corner of the carpark, unlocking his car with a light beep. Yuuri's limbs are barely responding to him anymore, even as Anthony opened the back door of his car and pushed Yuuri down onto the back seat.
Yuuri panicked even as Anthony got on top of him, with the man's bigger and heavier body pinning him down, with the drug rendering him immobile and weak.
"You're pretty." Anthony leered at Yuuri, licking a stripe up Yuuri's neck. "Are you really a guy?" He wondered, even as he undid the top two buttons of Yuuri's dress shirt before pressing his lips against his collarbone and sucking on it.
"Stop…" Yuuri pleaded, feeling tears beginning to form. He felt dirty and disgusting at having this man's hands all over his body. "Get off… I don't want this…"
"I'm going to make you feel real good, babe." Anthony leered, reaching down towards Yuuri's jeans and working at his belt. "Might as well put that pretty face of yours to good use, right?"
"No…! No…! Please…!"
Anthony was suddenly jerked off Yuuri's body.
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Viktor is solely starting to regret coming to this particular club tonight, as the loud rap music isn't making his mood any better. And he already had loads of young girls—most of them barely wearing anything 'accidentally' brushing against him.
Maybe I should just go home and ask if Chris or Georgi wants to have a drink with me at my apartment, Viktor thought miserably. His sharp eyes then caught the flash of black, and he turned only to see a familiar person seated not even four seats away from him at the bar counter. Yuuri?
The younger man don't look so well, pressing the heel of his palm against his forehead. His cheeks looked flushed, and he looked disorientated. Viktor then frowned as the man next to him wrapped an arm around Yuuri's waist and lifted him up before leading him towards the exit. Yuuri looked panicked, despite the dazed expression on his face.
Viktor is starting to get a bad feeling about this. And something tells him that he should follow the two which he did. The carpark is silent, as it is already late at night, and anyone who is still in the area would be in the club that he had just left.
Viktor followed the two quietly, not taking his eyes off of the pair. He then froze as he felt a white-hot flame of rage consume him as he saw the man threw Yuuri into the back seat of his car and got on top of him. With how quiet it is, Viktor could hear Yuuri's pleas—and it is pretty clear that this isn't consensual.
"…Stop…" Viktor heard Yuuri crying out even as he approached, with that man currently pinning Yuuri down and doing god knows what to the younger man. "Get off… I don't want this…"
"I'm going to make you feel good, babe." The man leered. And Viktor froze as he heard the metal sounds of a belt being undone. "Might as well put that pretty face of yours to good use, right?"
Viktor could take it no more as he heard Yuuri's frightened cries as the man attempted to rape him.
He immediately threw the man off Yuuri and onto the ground, immediately driving his fist into the disgusting creep's gut. He knew enough from his self defense classes with the Fire Department how to knock someone out without hurting them too much (or himself). And while he would love to kill the man for attempting to rape someone after drugging them, he had bigger things to worry about.
"Yuuri?" Viktor turned his attention towards Yuuri who had passed out, and he frowned before he lifted Yuuri into his arms. He might as well take Yuuri back to his house before calling Chris to see if he could get in contact with Yuuri's friend for him to let him know that Yuuri is with Viktor.
Now more than ever, Viktor wished that he had gotten their contacts.
Viktor received extremely suspicious looks from the cab driver when he had hailed one down and ordered the driver to drive straight to his apartment. And who wouldn't when you see a man carrying an unconscious person in his arms?
Thankfully, the driver said nothing and Viktor made sure to tip him extra for his trouble before bringing Yuuri up to his apartment on the twelfth floor. He met no one on his way there, much to his relief, and somehow managed to get his door opened even carrying Yuuri.
The man is extremely light, and Viktor wonders how Yuuri even could carry patients when he barely weighs anything. Maybe Yuuri is extremely strong despite his delicate size?
Makkachin greeted Viktor at the door even as he entered, though the poodle whined as she sniffed at Yuuri's feet, even as Viktor worked on removing their shoes.
"Makka, not now, girl." Viktor smiled at his poodle even as he carried Yuuri to his bedroom, with his faithful poodle following at his heels. The silver haired man placed Yuuri down gently onto his bed and sighed before sitting at the edge of his bed himself.
Yuuri muttered something in his sleep, and Viktor looked up only to gulp, as he suddenly realised that he's all alone in his apartment. With an unconscious Yuuri. Who is looking extremely delectable and delicious in his dishevelled clothes.
Viktor stretched a hand towards Yuuri before snapping it back like he'd just gotten burned. He shook his head, tearing his gaze away from Yuuri, much to Makkachin's confusion.
No. No. He's not going to be the type of person who takes advantage of a drunk man. No matter how tempting that his crush looks like—drunk and asleep on his bed with dishevelled clothes, he is not going to touch Yuuri. Not like how that bastard did earlier. And if Viktor didn't have better things to worry about, he would have killed that man for attempting to rape Yuuri.
Viktor shook his head, trying to control himself and ignoring the blood that went straight to his groin. He desires Yuuri, that much is for sure. But when he had sex with that attractive man, he wants it to be when Yuuri is aware and gave his consent.
Makkachin barked. And it sounded almost disapproving.
"Right." Viktor said out loud, standing up. "I'm just…going to go sleep in the sitting room." He told Makkachin. "If I stay here any longer…" He glanced at Yuuri and gulped, "I'm not going to be able to control myself…"
Is it terrible of Viktor to feel disappointed?
A/N: Once more, if certain events depicted in this chapter is upsetting to you, I apologise, but this is FICTION. This means make believe. Not much 'saving' going on in this chapter this time, as I want to focus on Viktor for this chapter. And sorry for adding in an attempted assault in this chapter. Due to the AU universe, some characters in this story might be older to fit the universe—like Phichit being Yuuri's age instead of being three years his junior.
As a side note, I think I've been watching too much of that 'Fifty Shades of Ereri' on YouTube and I feel like writing a Yuri on Ice story for that plot.
I hope that you like this chapter, and please read and review! Reviews give me inspiration to update!