Needed to split my chapter due to length again, sorry!

Possession

Upon receiving permission, Yuri opened the doors, bracing himself to be mocked because of his garments. His face was warm, at least it to him; he couldn't look up or around, he was truly embarrassed. He found a door stopper on the floor and used it to prop the large door open. The moment he turned to start retrieving the boxes, however...

"What are you wearing?"

'I knew it, here it comes…' Yuri braced himself, unable to move.

Yuri next heard a slapping sound of papers hitting a surface.

"I asked you a question. Turn around," Victor ordered.

Yuri was unable to find the confidence to look up, but turned around regardless and begun to fidget with his sleeves. "T-This was the only thing given to me to wear."

Yuri next heard his new master snub him with a low humph. Irritated, Yuri he snapped his head to face Victor directly, but couldn't bring himself to say anything.

Behind a grand, polished, black marble desk which had piles of papers here and there along with short stacks of books, stood Victor who still wore his fitting ultramarine blue slacks and vest over a tailored black shirt, having already taken off his suit jacket and coat he had worn on the Albjora moon.

'Does he always dress as though he is meeting uppity up snobs?' Yuri asked himself, before shaking his head, a little to concentrate.

"W-Where do you want me to set these boxes...sir?" Yuri asked coolly as possible.

Although every time he said 'sir' Yuri wanted to punch a wall in spite of his nerves.

The Noble huffed. "Bring the boxes inside wherever you like, I don't care where as long as you are neat and quick about it."

'Oh? Then how about I set one on your foot?'

Yuri's arms were already tired from carrying the boxes so many times, but he would rather be damned if he were to show any weakness in front of Victor. By the time the boxes were all in the study, however, Yuri's arms felt like limp noodles.

'For crying out loud what's in these boxes?'

Without asking to open one of the boxes was Yuri's second mistake, turning his back to Victor would later be seen as his first.

For the brief time Yuri got to see inside one of the boxes, Katsuki's throat constricted when he recognized the titles. Inside were his books from back home. Before Yuri could mutter a word, the young man heard a rustle and the feel of moving of fabric.

"And you even wore those, interesting…" an indifferent voice trailed off.

"Wa~h! What the-!" Yuri cried out in surprise.

Immediately flush in the face, Yuri bolted straight up and whipped around, taking his hands around the back side of the skirt to push the tossed fabric back down.

"Y-You ass-!"

Victor grabbed Yuri's right hand, effectively blocking the young man's punch. The Noble swiftly pulled Yuri's right arm forward in order to latch onto young man's left shoulder, sidestepped around in order to finally push Yuri forward so the startled human was quickly pinned between the desk and his tall frame.

Yuri heaved upwards the best he could. "G-Get…off...ugh!"

Katsuki futilely tried to push back, but the Colbran Noble wasn't giving any leeway. Yuri's lean arms were already burning from the manual labor, hardly able to aid him while he tried to push back by using the edge of the desk. Instead, his arms began to buckle under Victor' body weight that bared down over the him, forcing Yuri to literally give way underneath.

"I told you...I have no problem making your life hell, Yuri Katsuki," Victor whispered into Yuri's ear. "Keep in mind, you are here to keep Yuuko safe, is that not correct?"

"Y-Yeah...I-I chose your so-called easy way for h-her sake," Yuri replied before glancing over his shoulder to dare look into the narrowed dual eyes, "you bastard."

Yuri's head was suddenly pushed hard onto the onyx desk. The motion caused some papers to blow off the surface. Yuri found his upper body now pinned down flat, his arms spread straight on either side. To Victor, he looked like he was hugging the desk.

"You may want to start begging," Victor reprimanded with a snicker. "You look unbelievably vulnerable right now." The Noble then lowered over Katsuki's form, "you look delicious…"

Yuri pinched his eyes shut and clenched his hands. "You...fucking...Colbran-!"

A bell tone rang. Both stayed in their current position for a moment or two listening to the few, repeating, high-pitched tones. With a sigh, Victor slowly backed off, walked over to other side of the desk to press a button which allowed the caller to see him.

"Yes, Ms. Purple, what is it?" Victor asked quickly.

"Supper is ready, sir," she informed. "Your door to your study was closed so I fig-"

"It's fine...you ladies go ahead and eat the meal. My plans changed so I need to go out tonight. Have your sisters go out to get some clothes for Mr. Katsuki. Ms. Blue is the one who is good at figuring out people sizes and picking them out, right? So have her and Ms. Pink go and get something for him. Make it appropriate for Ice Castle."

"I-Ice Castle for Y-Yuri?" Axel stammered in surprise before she corrected herself. "Ah, er, yes, sir, right away."

"Have the clothes back here within two hours, knock on the door when they are back, and get Yuri ready by eight tonight."

"Yes, sir. Right away."

Victor turned off the pager phone and emitted a long sigh. With a couple long strides Victor slammed a hand on the door to prevent a fleeing Yuri from escaping.

"You have horrible timing," Nikiforov scoffed.

Yuri's knees were shaking, but he didn't bother to turn back around. "Well so~rry for being d-disoriented. Somebody decided to slam my head against a slab of rock."

"For somebody in your position you have quite the mouth," Victor remarked.

"For somebody in your position you are quite perverted," Yuri retorted, turning around. "I thought Nobles didn't like scandal associated with them."

Victor cupped Yuri's chin with a cool hand and roughly brought Yuri's face to look in his direction, forcing Yuri to ultimately turn around.

"Such a scary stare," Victor remarked coolly.

"Go to hell," Yuri shot back, never minding the consequences of his tone.

A smug smirk played on Victor's lips. "Ouch. So? Where, pray tell, did you hear about these scandals from? Your books? Humans may have had Nobility once, but we Colbran "Nobility" don't worry about such trivial things as caring what others think about them. We act on our own and deal in our own matters."

"As if I care!" Yuri pulled away, taking a few steps back into the study away from Victor, who remained by the door. "Those books are mine," he pointed to the boxes. "W-Why are they here?"

Victor's face remained vacant, "simple, because you are mine," he bluntly replied.

Yuri's shoulders slumped at the same time averted his eyes back to the carpet. Such words made the knot in Yuri's stomach become tighter and all the more unbearable while his trembling worsened.

'Don't let him see!' Yuri scolded within.

With a sigh, Victor moved to rest his back up against the door, closing his eyes for a time. Yuri remained still, but eventually found himself staring. From the silver-color mass of short hair, to the angular and graceful features seemingly carved out of creamy marble with a tinge of blue, Yuri's wandering eyes skipped down to Victor folded arms where Yuri's stare rested on Victor' hands. He noticed long, slender fingers and pointed, manicured, nails. They weren't bony, but appeared delicate and yet strong at the same time. Deep down, an itty bitty piece of Yuri admitted Victor was handsome.

"Like what you see or something?" Victor inquired.

Yuri's heart leapt in his chest. Completely startled, he took a step back and became flustered, beet red in the face. "No, no, no, everything okay!" Katsuki widened his stance and began waving his hands, fervently shaking his head.

'This isn't good!' Yuri's mind raced.

Victor cocked an eyebrow at what, he felt, was a rather comedic scene before him and smirked. The boy was...entertaining to him. His actions peculiar and that mouth on him...well Victor knew he had a lot of training to do yet. He walked forward and took ahold of Yuri's frantic hands. "Enough," Nikiforov demanded.

"L-Let go of me!" Yuri struggled.

Ignoring Yuri's plea, the master pulled his new servant forward to wrap around his left the young man's lower back while he held Yuri's chin with his right. He had a business meeting later at Ice Castle tonight and he was going to insist Yuri come. Sure, the young man struggled, but the moment their eyes locked the Colbran had his attention.

"Listen," Victor demanded in a low, stern tone. "You are going to follow my orders. I was in need of certain company eventually and, thus, is why I picked you. Ice Castle. You are to accompany me, remain silent and be obedient. Surely, with Yuuko's situation you don't want to leave me disappointed."

Victor hated to keep bringing up that sick, Unwanted woman, but given the time constraints and Yuri's less than favorable attitude, taming in the young man was going to have to wait.

Yuri couldn't look away, the Colbran's blue and golden eyes bore into his and his whole body rapidly became numb. Though he didn't want to obey, he felt he had to; with the blackmail he felt he needed to. What's more, despite how much he hated Victor moments earlier, the hate was somehow felt pushed, almost, locked away. His heart screamed at him, but he couldn't move.

Both stood in their current position. Victor quickly noticed Yuri's face remained slightly pink and felt the young man's tedious breathing. The Noble had unintentionally succeeded in hypnotizing the young man and now the Colbran was witnessing the effects. Yuri continued to stare up at him through his raven bangs with half-lidded eyes, appearing entranced. Victor stepped back and let Yuri go. However, Yuri held onto Victor' sleeve, with almost a pleading expression on his face, momentarily drooping his head forward.

For a full minute, Victor pondered the idea of leaving Yuri in his current state.

'Shit,' Victor berated himself. 'He looks like baby animal with his defenses down. I don't need him to get unnecessary attention. That may cause a scene.'

Victor knew the longer he waited the harder it would be to get Yuri to snap out of the trance. As much as he was tempted to take a docile Yuri to the establishment, Victor also didn't want to babysit. He had quickly found Yuri's fumbling moods between nervousness and boldness amusing, albeit mostly frustrating, so the idea to show his colleagues what he was able to reign in slowly became an even more attractive idea.

Victor took Yuri by the shoulders followed by tilting Yuri's chin up with a finger. It would appear to be a chaste kiss to any onlooker, but in truth Victor was withdrawing the sway he had over the young man's mind. In no time at all the hypnosis was broken and, with a resounding slap, Victor' face was forced sideways.

Victor smirked. "Three seconds and you are back to being a thorn at my side."

Yuri dragged his sleeved arm over his mouth. "Well that's what you get for kissing me! Don't worry I heard your blasted orders and blackmail. If I am going to do anything it's going to be for her, not you."

Victor slowly turned his head back towards Yuri's direction and in silence, briefly studied Yuri. He proceeded to smirk and lean over with his hands behind his back. "Oh? If that's the case, I'll say this. Anything I ask of you will have her safety at stake."

Yuri visibly bristled and growled lowly. "Fine," he spat between gritted teeth. "It's not like I want to become someone under your mystical mumbo-jumbo influence like that ever again. Whatever you did, it felt weird."

Victor nodded. "Good. Now, put away these books until the girls come home."