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Warnings: This chapter contains masturbation, possible oocness and unbetaed.

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Chapter 4

Trust and Love

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Victor was laying in his room just after he came back from Yuuri's house. At the same time, Yuri was going out, saying something about looking for new sweatshirts with tiger's print. He stared at the ceiling, mind remembering the image that had been imprinted in his mind from the event that he had seen from this morning and could not help but be immersed happy.

Yuuri had came while he cried out Victor's name.

He closed his eyes as his right hand moved under his pants. He groaned feeling the sensitive organ came into life as he tried to imagine Yuuri's lustful expression when he came. His hand wrapped around his length as he shuddered in pleasure. It felt good. It had been long last he took care of his desire. Imagining it was Yuuri's sinful mouth wrapped around his length, he began to rub the organ up and down and occasionally, he would squeeze or insert his nail into the slit.

"Ngh...Yuuri, you're so good..."

He groaned, panting as he quickened his hand movement. It was amazing. Yuuri was doing so much better. He was always good in giving head and Victor always had to praise him while doing it.

"Yes! That's it, Yuuri... Haa… Ngh!"

He came into his hand as he thrust his length a few times until there was no more came out. Icy blue orbs opened as he panted. Taking a deep breath, he tried to calm his breathing and looked down at his dirty hand. He came a lot and it was thick. He sighed. Never in his hundred year living as an undead would he think he was sexually frustrated and he was fast. He usually last longer but a hundred year abstinence did that to him. He never thought he would be able to get it up, let alone come but Yuuri... the thoughts of Yuuri alone had managed to do it for him.

"Damn!"

He clenched his fists tightly. He had fallen far and hard. With how fast his feelings moving, he was not sure if he would be able to hold his feelings longer and he was not sure if he would live through this. He was doomed to die and he knew it was just a matter of time.

Soon or later.

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"Hey, Yuuri! Watch out the-!"

Bam!

The dark haired young man cradled his head as he crouched down on the floor. "It hurts…" his huge brown eyes watered as he rubbed the already swollen part. He looked up at his coworker and gave a sheepish smile. "I'm sorry…" he said and took a hand offered to him kindly as he got up from the floor. He patted his behind from the dust and straightened his shirt.

"It's fine," the man sighed, looking at the older male in worried. "Are you okay? You seemed to space out a lot nowadays."

Yuuri just smiled and shook his head. "I'm fine, Minami," he smiled and took the box out to arrange it on the shelves. There was no customer right now and he decided to help his coworkers with arranging the new stocks. He waved a hand when the younger male just stared at him in concern. "I'm fine, really," he chuckled and patted his head which had hit the box only to pull a face in respond.

"You should get that check out," Minami replied worriedly.

He shook his head. "Nah, no need," he laughed it out and smiled again. "It's just a small bump and it will go away. I should really help with the new stocks." he walked out of the storage room and put the box near the shelf as his small coworker trailed behind him. He put the box down and looked behind to the teenager to smile reassuringly. "I'm really fine." he said and patted the teenager's back. "There's nothing wrong with my head," as he thought silently. 'But something is wrong with my heart… Victor, who are you to me?'

"Okay, if you said so, Yuuri. If anything, just tell me. I'll inform the manager."

"Thanks, Minami," Yuuri nodded in grateful as he resumed his task.

Even though, his hands were busy, the dark haired Japanese did not stop from thinking about what happened a week before. Also when he woke up that morning with a soiled boxer brief after dreaming of a certain someone. Someone with long, flowing platinum hair and eyes as blue as a sky. After that dream, every night he would dream about the long haired him and Victor. The dreams were not consistent and it jumped from one situation to another ones. Most of the dreams were innocent but a few of them had left Yuuri breathless and sweat covered his clothes, with come dirtying his undergarment.

From what he had gathered from the snippets of the dream, the long haired him was married to Victor and they were somewhat a royalty of sort. He had dreamed someone calling Victor, His Majesty, and he himself had once or twice called the beautiful male, Your Majesty. He was not sure why he had dreamed about the beautiful stranger but he chalked it up to being attracted to the man. However, one thing had been bothering him. The dream did not feel like a dream at all. It felt like the long forgotten memories. Besides that, he also heard voices in his head from time to time. And all of those happened after his accidental meeting with Victor Nikiforov.

Victor Nikiforov.

That was another mystery he had yet to solve.

He himself was confused as to how he knew Victor's full name. It was unsettling. Not to forget, how Victor seemed to know his name. Everything was puzzling him and he wanted nothing but slept it off. "…What's going on?" he whispered to himself, hands stopped doing its job. He had taken a seat on the floor as he cradled his head. Perhaps, Minami was right. Maybe he should take a check in the hospital. His head surely had a problem and not only his heart.

"Yuuri, I really think you should take a rest and go check your head at the hospital." Minami appeared in front of him.

"...Minami?"

"You don't look well and," Minami raised his hand to stop the older male from talking back. "I'm going to inform the manager."

Sighing, Yuuri got up from the floor and smiled faintly at his coworker. He patted his head which evoked a slight blush decorating the smaller male's face. He knew that Minami always looked up to him for being independent at his early years since Minami was an orphan himself. "Thank you, Minami. I'll take up on your offer then," he said as he removed his apron and nametag.

The younger coworker of his just smiled happily. "It's fine, Yuuri! Go to the hospital and after that, go back home."

He nodded his head and took his belongings in the staff room. Bidding good bye's to his coworkers and once again thanking Minami, Yuuri headed to where the hospital was. He should check if there was something wrong with his head but after a few minutes, he stopped. 'But what if they think I am crazy? No matter what I think, hearing voices in your head could only be called crazy or weird...' he shook his head as he turned around and headed towards his home.

"At least if I am home, I could calm down and think carefully..."

Agreeing with himself, he walked along the street to his home. His mind once again wandered towards a beautiful man with the name of Victor Nikiforov. The man was ethereal beautiful. From his hair to his toe, he was everything - the epitome of perfect. But, the man despite being happy when he was with Yuuri, deep down he could see the sadness and misery engulfing his entire being. He always looked tired and his eyes, they looked so old, like they had seen so many things at his young age.

What could make a man looking like that?

He wanted to help him.

He wanted to but why? He did not know Victor that long. Despite it was only for about a week now, he still attracted to him. However, he did not know anything about him. They only met that first time during that dinner and that was all. They never met again and Yuuri forgot to ask for his contact number. He only knew a few things about the man.

His name was Victor Nikiforov.

He was 27 years old.

He was a Russian.

That was it. Nothing else. But even with only those things, he was very attracted to the beautiful male. He reasoned it out because Victor was a very gorgeous man and he was kind. But normal people would not have dreams - also wet dreams - about the stranger they just met. Now was a friend to him. And it made things weirder when he started to hear voices that sounded like his and Victor's in his head.

"I will always love you, Yuuri. Forever."

"Me too. I always love Victor too. Ever."

He did not have an explanation to this beside thinking that he had gone crazy.

That was the only logic answer to his dilemma.

Yuuri looked up to the stairs of the old apartment where he lived. He let out a rather heavy sigh before he starting to climb the stairs. It gave out an annoying creaking sound and it did not take long before he arrived upstairs. He searched for his key in his bag while looking down as he walked to his door. Taking the key out of his bag only to drop it to the floor when a man that had been bothering his mind was standing there in front of his door, looking perfect like the first time he met him.

"V-Victor?!"

The tall foreigner bent down to take his fallen keys and handing it back to him, smiling in process. "Hi, Yuuri," he put it on Yuuri's opened palm and stood straight. "I didn't know when your shift was going to end and decided to wait in front of your house. I guess I was lucky. You're here now."

This was unexpected! Victor was here to see him.

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"...I'm sorry if I disturb you." His guest smiled apologetic and bowed down, before he straightened back. "Maybe I should go home."

Victor was about to pass him in the corridor when his hand shot out to grab the taller man's sleeve. "Um... I-I don't mind having y-you here," he said shyly as he looked down to hide his red face.

Whatever thought he had about Victor vanished right when he saw his face.

He just wanted to meet and talk to him again. Perhaps getting to know him a lot. He looked up when he heard no reply only to mesmerize with the sparkle and joy inside those bright blue eyes. Victor felt the same as him and he just knew that.

"Thank you, Yuuri!" Victor said and hugged him to his surprise.

"Ah... um... you're welcome..." he answered hesitantly. He did not expect to be hugged like this although he would not complain since it felt so nice.

When Victor released him from his hold, he was feeling strangely empty and cold. He wanted to be held inside those arms forever and never let go. Yuuri looked up at the older male, his expression was one of longing and the Japanese never did realize he made that kind of face. He only seen as his beautiful friend's eyes widened in surprise before a very sweet and warm smile made its way into his face.

"Are you not going to invite me inside, Yuuri?"

He blushed in embarrassment and he nodded his head. "Ah! Yes! I am sorry!" He put the key inside the keyhole and turned the knob left. He opened the door and entered, leaving it opened for his guest. "Come in, Victor." He said and smiled at the older male.

"Ah, sorry for intruding..." Victor said and removed his shoes as he accepted the slippers from him.

He smiled at the foreigner. He had a good manner and knew how Japanese culture was. His home was not that big - well, big was an understatement, it was small and tiny - and it was only one room apartment where the kitchen was separated from the living/bedroom using a thin plywood and he had a small bathroom about 4' x 3'. He gestured to the foreigner to the floor near his bed where there was a small table and two cushions. "Please sit first, Victor," he smiled happily and continued his way to the kitchen. "I'll go make some tea."

"Thank you, Yuuri."

He nodded his head as he boiled a water. While waiting for the water to boil, he got two teacups and a pot. He saw the water had boiled and poured the hot water into the small pot. He then put some tea leaves and stirred it. Afterwards he put the pot and teacups into a tray and brought it for his guest. He settled it onto the small table and sat in front of the platinum haired man who was looking at him with somewhat pleased expression.

"It's not much but please have some green tea." He said and poured the hot tea into one of teacups and gave it to his friend and one for himself.

"Thank you." Victor said and smiled again at him.

"Um... it's nothing." He said as he fiddled with his sleeves and looked at the older male in wonder. "I'm sorry for asking this but why are you here, Victor?"

The male looked at him unreadably. He could not understand the look the blue eyed male was giving him. "Victor?"

Victor just shook his head and smiled at him again. "I just wanted to meet with you, Yuuri. Why? Do you not want me here?"

"Ah! No! I-I didn't mean that!" Yuuri put his hands up and flailed. "I love it! I love you come here!" Before he realised the extend of his words. He blushed prettily and hid his face in his hands. "...I'm sorry."

He heard a small chuckle and peeked one eye at the man in front of him. Victor tried to cover his mouth as he laughed softly. He stared in wonder. The man looked somewhat more stunning when he laughed. He could not help a small smile coming to his face. "...You're beautiful." His mouth once again moved before his brain could register it. He covered his mouth, blushing and saw as red decorated Victor's ears.

He saw Victor muttered to himself. His lips were moving somewhat erotically and Yuuri had to push down his urge to kiss the man.

"Um... I'm sorry..." he mumbled shyly as he looked down on his tea. There was a stalk of tea leaf floating in the water. His eyes sparkled in delight. 'Good fortune...' he thought. Perhaps, today would be a a lucky day for him.

"It's fine and you're cute, Yuuri."

Yuuri almost sputtered as he heard the foreigner said that very casually. He turned fully red as he covered his face again. "L-Liar... I-I'm not c-cute..." he felt rather than saw it when his palms were removed from his face. He was face to face with a handsome visage of his friend. "V-Victor, y-you're too c-close..." he whimpered softly as he averted his brown eyes.

"I'm hopelessly in love with you, Yuuri."

His eyed widened as he heard those words and unconsciously responded to it. "I love you too, Victor."

However, he did not realise that Victor had not opened his mouth and it was merely a voice in his head.

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So sad. This story isn't really a favorite and I understand it's because of major character death but still... I'm slowly losing my interest and currently, I'm writing a new story for YOI - I plan for it to be out on February - a fic for Valentines' Day. I do apologise if after this I kind of late in updating. For those who are reading this and those who reviewed, thank you very much.