After goodbyes, Yuri was happy to be done with that clipped on chain and even happy to be back at the Nikiforov estate, away from the noxious club. However, in his heart, he knew he had learned something important.

"Yuri, take me to my room," Victor ordered.

However, the time to reflect on Lady Mila's words would have to wait.

Yuri froze and blanched at the thought of being alone with the Colbran again.

"It's not like I can't follow his orders anyway," Yuri mumbled under his breath.

With only gestures pointing the way, Yuri half-led Victor to his chambers. Yuri could only surmise a guess how early in the morning it was. It was walking up the first flight of stairs when Yuri began to get nervous. He wasn't ready for another incident like in the study.

"Mr. Katsuki?" Victor asked quietly.

The young man's knees buckled when Victor stalled before the bedroom door, looking over his shoulder. "Y-Yes?" Yuri replied a little too loudly, but his apprehension wouldn't stop taking over and his pounding heart leapt in his chest the instant he felt a pair of hands around his waist. In a fluid motion Victor picked Yuri off the floor and over his shoulder.

"Arg! I knew it! I knew you were a perv!" Yuri kicked while hammering away at the Colbran's back. Yuri continued to do so while Victor opened and closed the door and pushed the drapes to let the full light of the two moons shine into the dark room.

"Would you stop? Your feeble attempts to thwart me are obnoxious. And who are you calling a perv? I haven't done anyth- would you stop?" Victor demanded.

"Why would you even bring me in here? Is your reason to talk?! Ha!"

Victor tossed him off his shoulder and onto the master bed. Yuri scrambled to sit up, but the Noble wasn't going to have any more it. Nikiforov pushed Yuri back yet again the moment the young man stood up, about to argue, and did this repeatedly until Victor became so annoyed he pushed Yuri hard enough so the human's upper back and head slammed against the headboard with a solid thud.

Yuri coughed and let out a long groan. The room was spinning, so much so the disoriented man couldn't fight the temptation to just relax into the pillows.

Pleased Katsuki didn't look like he was going to move anytime soon, the Colbran peeled off his suit jacket, vest and untied his black scarf around his neck. Victor kicked off his shoes without much thought while unbuttoning his dress shirt.

"I didn't push that hard, did I?" Victor grumbled.

However, it appeared he hadn't as Yuri still had some fight left, more rather, the young man appeared to be fighting the urge to sleep rather than be angry. With a huff, Victor left his shirt half unbuttoned and crawled onto the bed and hovered over Yuri's defenseless form.

"Come on...I didn't plan for you to be sleeping here," Victor whispered.

But Yuri barely budged, not saying a word.

'I had no reason, did I? Victor thought. 'Probably just to intimidate him and ultimately chase him out…yeah, that sounds like me...'

A wave of sleep crashed over his body and the Colbran's questions were left unanswered, pushed aside, as the pillows became all the more appealing to him.

Fighting the urge to sleep a while longer, the Colbran sighed and, for no real reason, hastily removed Yuri's ear cuff and tossed the piece over the side of the bed. The gesture went unnoticed. Yuri was mostly gone at this point.

Victor leaned back onto his calves. 'Well great…ah, these skates…don't want them cutting up my sheets…'

An odd second wind fell upon the master; slowly, he felt a certain, peculiar, enjoyment in removing the clothes. By this time, he had slipped one of the boots over the side of the bed already and was currently working on the cumbersome laces of the second. He didn't want to wake Yuri, but was certain the new servant of his was long asleep evident by low deep breathing and the deadweight feel of the lean leg the Colbran was handling.

He knew their day had been turbulent for them both, Yuri especially. Victor knew he had turned the boy's world upside down and now laid here completely at his mercy.

The second boot slid off; Victor let it slip over the edge over the bed before turning back around to face forward again, continuing to straddle the man's legs.

The Colbran sat there on his knees and continued to watch a moonlit Yuri sleep for a while longer. The human boy, who had fought back. The young man who lit up, for better or for worse.

'For worse I'm sure…' Victor bit his lip as he placed a hand on his chest and swallowed hard. With another shake of his head, Victor moved onto Yuri's hands and arms.

One by one the Noble took off the variety of rings along with the wristbands and arm bands. Victor made a mental note to tell the girls next time to not be so overly abundant with the meddlesome baubles and trinkets. All were tossed over the bedside and laid scattered along the floor. With the last piece set aside, Yuri's form stirred.

Victor immediately froze and intently observed Yuri move his recently unadorned left arm to his forehead. With a sigh, Yuri eyes fluttered, but the human remained lost in his dreams. Victor carefully leaned forward. He briefly fought the urge to not go ahead, but pointedly decided that choker had to come off.

Master Nikiforov blamed it on the full moon, he blamed the lack of sleep. Ever so delicately, Victor brought Yuri's head up with one hand while the other worked to undo the couple of snaps in the back. Partially grateful to have luck on his side, Victor succeeded in removing the restricting collar. Once again, something was dropped to the floor.


Notes: *fans herself* Whew! Although based off of Eros, Yuri's clothes are a two-piece outfit and closer to gothic punk. Like…glam Hot Topic…yeah… XD