A/N: Hey, everyone! Sorry for the absence! I swear I didn't forget or lose interest in this fic. I literally had nearly all of it written out and then something happened and the document was gone. Not sure what happened, but I had to start from scratch. Anyways, sorry for the wait!
"Hey, Chris?"
The Swiss man tore his eyes from the captivating romance movie on the TV, his eyes travelling up to find his friend tying to straighten the tie around his neck. "Yes?"
Victor walked over to the couch, eyes searching for something, but Chris couldn't tell what. His own eyes looked around, but he just couldn't tell what Victor could possibly be looking for. Did he lose something? The man could be awfully forgetful sometimes. He wouldn't put it past his friend to forget his own birthday either.
"I can't find my phone," Victor sighed irritably. "I've looked everywhere. Can you call it for me? I kinda need it."
Chris nodded his head and whipped out his phone. Pressing a few buttons until he found Victor's contact, he pressed the send button and waited patiently for his friend's ringtone to resound from somewhere inside the apartment. But, it never came.
Instead, the dial tone stopped after a few seconds and went to voicemail.
Chris frowned but pressed the end button before turning to Victor. "It went to voicemail. If you can't find it here, perhaps you left it at the place you got drunk at last night?"
The Russian man could have cried.
He wasn't necessarily concerned about the cost of losing the device, but he was hoping that his phone would at least have a picture of the man he had slept with, if not a phone number to get a hold of him. Now, he had nothing to go by.
It was frustrating beyond belief. He wanted to bang his head against the nearest wall until he couldn't even remember his own name. How was it that a man he didn't know at all had this sort of effect on him? Why did he feel so desperate to find him again?
Something must have happened last night, something magical, and only his subconscious seemed to remember the events that had taken place. Why else would he have slept with the man? Why else would he be so interested in finding him again? He had always been a man that slept with someone once and that's it. Past one-night-stands had tried to start relationships with him, but he had never been interested before.
Hell, he had even had people he slept with once and then disappeared before he had woken up. He had never felt inclined to look for those people. So, why now?
Victor pinched the bridge of his nose, his headache threatening to return in full force.
"Is something the matter?" Chris asked awkwardly, not knowing what to say as more than a minute passed by of Victor making faces that ranged from manic, to love-struck. Chris felt like he got whiplash just watching him.
"I want to find the person I slept with last night," Victor replied slowly, his body moving of its own accord to sit beside his friend. "I don't know who they were, but I want to find them. I'm just not sure how to do that now."
Chris clapped a hand on his back, a wry smile crossing his lips as he gazed at his friend in silent mirth. He had never heard his friend talk about a one-night-stand like this before. Whoever he had been with last night must be one hell of a person.
Being the good friend that he was, he said,"Don't worry about it. I'll help you find this mystery person so you can be reunited. You don't really ever date, and this is the first person you've ever showed much interest in."
A smile that seemed brighter than even the sun was flashed at Chris, Victor's melancholy flying out the window faster than a cheetah on Red Bull.
Before the Russian man could thank him, Chris held up a hand to stop him in his tracks. "To thank me, you can bring me a cup of my favorite coffee every morning for the next month. It's only fair considering I may very well be helping you find the possible future love of your life."
Victor couldn't help but choke a bit. Future love of his life seemed a tad far-fetched, but he supposed it wasn't entirely impossible. He was nearing his twenty-eighth birthday and he'd never had a relationship that lasted more than a week or two. Maybe this man would change that.
"Deal. But, how do you propose we find him?"
Chris lit up just a bit, eyes widening as he processed his friend's words. Or more specifically, his last word. "Did you just say him?"
Victor bit nervously at his lip before nodding his head. He wasn't particularly sure why he was nervous though. Chris was his best friend and it wasn't like the Swiss man hadn't had his own sexual exploits with other males himself.
"How do you know it was a man?" Chris asked excitedly, face lighting up like a child on Christmas day.
Victor pulled the underwear from his pocket and held them up for his friend to look at. There was no denying they were male underwear. Pitch black briefs, cotton in material and only slightly too small to fit on the Russian man's own body.
"Wow. Were you the catcher or the pitcher?"
Leave it to Chris to ask such a question. Only he would want to know that kind of detail. However, he wasn't quite sure himself. "Pitcher, I think. Besides the scratches on my back I don't really hurt anywhere."
"Oh wow. I was excited about finding your one-night-stand before, but I'm even more so now. I've never known you to take on a male lover and now you want to meet this guy. I feel like I'm in a rom-com." Chris murmured excitedly, eyes lighting up with a fire that suggested he would give his all into finding who this guy was.
Victor couldn't help but appreciate the sentiment. He wanted to find the man he had slept with more than anything in the world. He wasn't sure if he could do it alone, but with the help of his friend he was bound to find who he was looking for.
"How about we set up a plan of attack after work then?" Victor offered, getting off the couch. "But no drinking over it. I think I drank enough last night to last me a year."
Chris couldn't stop the bark of laughter that left his mouth. Victor going out and not having an alcoholic drink? He must have really had too much last night.
"Deal. How about we go to that old Asian restaurant a couple blocks from our work building? I heard their food is pretty good." Victor's friend supplied after a few moments.
The Russian nodded his head. "Sounds like a plan. But, we should probably be getting to work now. If I don't get there soon then I'll have twice as much work to deal with tomorrow."
Chris walked across the room to open his front door, grabbing his jacket off the coat rack as he did. "I wouldn't worry too much about catching up on work. Your dedicated employees took care of most of it. If I were you, I'd treat them to something."
Victor grabbed his own coat from the rack and slipped it on, stopping for a moment to brush off a few hairs that sat on its shoulder. The man couldn't help but run a hand through his hair, tugging at the strands lightly to make sure his hair wasn't falling out. "I suppose. Maybe I'll order in catering or something."
"Will you have someone deliver or have your assistant get it for you?"
The Russian man thought for a second, thinking if he really wanted to make his assistant do something as stressful as getting food for more than fifty people while also trying to complete his normal tasks. Well, most bosses in movies had no qualms making their employees do such things. Why couldn't he?
"My assistant can get it. I pay him to do what I need, so there shouldn't be any problem."
Chris clicked his tongue softly before a smile lit up his face. "Well, whenever you plan to have him do that, let me know. I will gladly help him."
Victor frowned, pressing the button on the elevator that would take them to the ground floor. "Why would you want to help my assistant?"
"Have you seen his ass? It's amazing! I just want to grab it whenever I see it. It looks so firm," Chris replied with a lewd smile on his face. "You wouldn't mind if I asked him out, right?"
The platinum blonde scowled, not sure where this sudden interest in his assistant was coming from. He always thought the man was drab and as attractive as a sack of rocks.
Just as Victor was about to ask why Chris was suddenly pining for his assistant, he was cut off by the ding of the elevator and its doors opening. Without a word, the two got into the elevator, Chris pressing the door for the first floor.
Once the doors closed again, Victor couldn't stop himself from asking the only thing that seemed to be circling his head. "What is with the sudden fascination of my assistant? I was under the impression that you thought he is as boring in looks as he is in personality."
Chris cast his friend a confused look. Just as he was about to reply to Victor, the elevator opened, revealing the front lobby of the first floor.
"You know what? Enough about my assistant. Wasn't the deal with Akimoto from Japan supposed to take place today?" Victor asked, going into business-mode.
Momentarily forgetting what they had been talking about before, Chris seemed to snap into his business self as well. "Yes. That meeting was at ten this morning. You two were to discuss that $100 million deal, but when he placed the video-call, you never answered."
Victor stopped dead in his tracks, face going pale and body going rigid as he processed his friend's words.
That deal was supposed to be big. It wasn't just about the money, but the collaboration it would bring on with the Japanese company. Dealing with them would open the doors to other companies in Asia. If he lost this deal then he'd have to spend years trying to recover that ground again.
"How much begging do you think I'm going to have to do in order to salvage this deal?" Victor asked after a few moments of awkward sweating and nervous lip-biting.
Chris let out a laugh and continued walking to the car garage, his bright red Porsche sitting in the far left corner just waiting for them.
Victor had to nearly chase after him to keep up, mind reeling a mile a minute as he tried to figure out why Chris was laughing and not panicking like he currently was.
"What's so funny?" the Russian man whined, nearing the point of hysterics.
Chris unlocked the car and got in, turning the ignition when Victor himself plopped down in the passenger seat with a disgruntled huff.
"Well, you really won't have to fix anything," Chris began, a smile creeping onto his face as he backed out of the parking spot. "Someone else answered for you and was able to salvage the deal."
Victor visibly relaxed then, a hand going up to wipe at the sweat that collected on his forehead. "Oh, thank god. You had me worried there for a bit."
Chris turned onto the street then, stepping on the gas before weaving through traffic like that of a NASCAR driver. People pressed their horns incessantly as they sped by, curses flying through the air accompanying the honks.
Neither Chris nor Victor gave the people any mind, both of them used to the yells and honks that were thrown their way. They had no time to dilly-dally around and so driving normally wasn't much of an option.
Driving like the way they were, the two made it to their office building in less than ten minutes.
Parking at the front of the building and giving the keys to the valet, the two walked into the building, Chris giving the receptionist a few nice words and a wink with Victor giving her a professional smile.
The woman returned Chris's kind sentiment, but couldn't stop herself from eyeing Victor suggestively.
The two men noticed this look but didn't say or do anything about it. Normally Victor would have laid on his charms and asked the woman out to drinks, but he couldn't bring himself to do so. Whoever he had slept with last night was the only one on his mind now. He didn't want anything from anyone else, just the mystery man he had spent his previous night with.
The woman frowned at the lack of further attention from Victor but said nothing.
The two men entered the elevator, silence enveloping them as soon as the doors closed. It was comfortable in a way, and Victor found it nice since too much talking or too loud of noises would bring his headache roaring back with a vengeance.
The silence didn't last long, however, when the elevator dinged and opened its door.
Victor was met with the eyes of at least twenty of his employees, their gaze studying him with a mixture of wonder and scrutiny.
Victor paid them no mind and proceeded to leave the elevator so he could walk straight to his office, Chris following closely behind him. Or at least, the Swiss man was, until they were only a few feet from the office. The man looked to the left and must have noticed something, or someone, and veered off towards whatever it was.
The Russian didn't even seem to notice though and proceeded into his office, eyes going to his desk where he spotted a small portion of paperwork. In fact, it was way smaller than he had anticipated. He was expecting a stack at least half a foot high. Chris really hadn't been lying when he said his staff had taken care of most of it.
The man picked up the papers, eyes scanning over them to see how long it would take to complete. It didn't seem too daunting. It would probably take twenty minutes or so.
With that thought in mind, Victor got to work, reading the text laid out on the page and putting his signature where it needed to be.
Five minutes into it, Chris entered the office with a self-satisfied smirk pulling at his lips. "So, what's your answer about dating your assistant? I don't think I can keep away from him for very long."
Victor looked up from his paperwork, his eyebrow arched as he looked at Chris as if he had grown a second head. "Excuse me?"
Chris laughed as he leaned against his friend's desk. "I want to pursue your assistant. He acts so shy but that just makes me want him more. Now, can I date him or not?"
The Russian man opened his mouth to say it was fine and that he didn't really care, but was stopped short when there was a soft knock at the door.
The two men turned towards the doorway, Chris with a smile and Victor a look of confusion.
Before them stood a man a few inches shorter than themselves, his mop of black hair and thick glasses nearly obscuring the man's chocolate brown eyes. He was fitted in a simple white dress-shirt and simple black slacks that accentuated his lower half in a way that even Victor could appreciate. The question now, however, was: Who is he?
"Hello, Yuuri. We were just talking about you."
A/N: Again, I'm very sorry this is late! I really appreciate everyone that has followed, favorited, and reviewed. It really makes my day to see emails regarding this fic. Also, I know a lot of people only spell Yuri K's name with only one 'u' but since Yuri P will be in this as well I kind of need a way to properly differentiate them without saying Yuri P or Yuri K or Russian Yuri or Japanese Yuri. So, Yuri K will be Yuuri.