Strings
In matters of routine, the Master Victor Nikiforov, the sole living member of the Noble Nikiforov family line, one of the top eight, the highest class families of the entire Colbran race, had always come down the stairs, on far right, after sunrise impeccably dressed, regardless of occasion. This, his triplet maids had come to expect. Each and every morning the girls would wait for him at the bottom of the stairs with the daily paper, hot drink and some breakfast he could eat while he walked towards his place in the study where he spent most of his day during the work week. Each girl greeted him, he gave each their orders and knew he wouldn't see them again unless he paged them.
In his study Victor would host conference calls, host the rare in-person meeting, but usually would sit there conducting his research. Among the ranks of high class, most Nobles wondered why, pondering behind his back, moreover gossiped, about what he could possibly be researching. Well, he was quite aware of the rumors, but diligently chose to ignore them. Even if he had to deal with those who liked such fetish outings with their own servants, getting intel and making deals with such Nobles was important for his research. He couldn't say he didn't enjoy himself, but highly preferred business meetings held in classier places. Moreover, his task at hand was his business, more importantly, he was quite sure his findings would better Colbran society has a whole one day.
Yes, this was his routine. Simple, basic and orderly. Above all else, the Lord insisted on such since he had become head of the family.
Today the doors to his study flew open with a bam only hurriedly pushed closed with a slam.
Victor continued to read his paper, unphased.
A resounding slap of hands striking the surface of his large desk was heard next.
Victor brought his drink to his lips, unphased. However, Nikiforov was highly aware of who dared to storm into his workplace.
"You missed the morning line up. I have orders for you," Victor frankly spoke, continuing to read, not bothering to look up.
A rustling crunch sound of papers roughly pushed down happened instead. Victor peered up, looking past his long bangs from the downward tilt of of his head and saw the fuming young man.
His paper was ruined, strike one.
Remaining calm, Victor next moved to pick Yuri's hand off his paper. "There is no need to be so angsty first thing in the morning."
Yuri batted Victor's hand away, dove forward and grabbed Victor by the collar. Such violent movement caused the hot drink to spill over and be wasted, left to stain the carpeting.
His breakfast was ruined, strike two.
Victor glanced at the new mess beside him before facing Yuri eye to eye, raising an eyebrow. "Really?"
"Yeah, really! Don't be acting all high and mighty after what you did to me last night! I am not your plaything! I found my clothes all over the floor you perv!"
He was now being called names, strike three.
Yuri let go of Victor's collar and took a few steps back. Yuri's face was nearly as red as the accent color of his clothes he wore last night. In fact, he was wearing the same pants and skin-tight, bejeweled, mesh top this morning. It was also evident he was in a rush this morning too because he was barefooted and had disheveled hair. The young man was trembling, whether that was nervousness or anger Victor wasn't sure, but clearly the human had jumped to the wrong conclusion.
Victor stood up. "Lucky for you my appointments do not start until this afternoon," he coolly replied. "We also have another engagement tonight."
Yuri growled and swiped an arm through the air. "Like I care! Keep your hands off!"
Victor calmly made it around the desk at this point. "I suppose you were just giving me a piece of your mind is all, correct?"
The young man defiantly stood his ground, keeping his eyes locked on to Victor, not wanting to back down.
"Y-Yeah that's right...now just tell me where the girls are so I can-"
What happened next surprised the Colbran a great deal. Yuri had ducked from Victor' attempt to grab Yuri around the back of the neck, sprung over the Colbran's desk as though it were a mere fence and in a full dash headed through the dauntingly high bookcases all chock full materials.
'Honestly.' Victor sighed inwardly, raising one of his hands to his face.
A dark smile began to play with the corners of his lips a few moments later.
'Fine.'
The Noble looked over to a time-piece and decided how long of a head start the human was going to have.
Yes, in all matters of routine, everything had gone straight to hell.
'Where am I going to go? Shit, shit shit!'
Yuri's mind was racing; his heart was pounding hard in his chest. Yuri didn't want to think about how much trouble he could be in. He just wanted to get out of there, escape. No matter how he justified his actions towards Victor, on Colbran soil he was practically fleeing for his life.
'How deep does this study go?' Yuri thought frantically.
Nothing but books, books, a random scroll, and more books. Only thanks to the many windows was Yuri able to see where he was going. Sweating, he felt an impending doom and desperation to get out of the area as soon as possible.
Eventually, Katsuki reached an open space which nestled between the end of the long shelves of books, where he stood, and the beginning of more bookcases. The space was as wide as the room itself, but only roughly twenty or so feet across. The place appeared cozy with there being a long green sofa, a tall lamp and small, low, table. The young man was breathing heavily, trying to figure out where to go next. Much to his dismay, there were no doors on either side of where he stood.
"Perfect choice," a deep voice purred.
With a jolt, Yuri spun in the air, landed, and took several, rapid paces backwards.
Victor watched in silent amusement while Yuri went about all flustered for awhile. "Now then, I believe we have some matters to clear up." He folded his arms.
When the master eventually took a step forward, Yuri, with held up hands, took a step back. One took a step forward, the other retreated.
"What's there to discuss?" Yuri asked. "You were coming towards me and I defended myself."
Another step back.
"If memory serves me right I was minding my own business when you stormed in."
Another step forward.
"Y-Yeah, so? I was angry," Yuri defended.
Another step back.
"And this is all right to you? To be angry towards one who owns you?"
Another step forward.
Yuri swiped an arm through the air in frustration. "You don't own me! I am just here for Yuuko's sake only! Get. That. Through. Your thick, Colbranian, skull!"
With a small cry, Yuri fell onto the sofa for he wasn't paying attention to where he was going. In the moment Katsuki was distracted, Victor took the opportunity to arrive to Yuri's side within a couple long strides. In mere seconds, Yuri found his wrists pinned down on either side and away from his lap.
"Look at me. Now," Victor ordered in a threatening tone.
Yuri turned away and pinched his eyes shut. "Hell no, I won't be manipulated like last time! Last night you pushed me onto your bed and that's the last thing I remember. You probably manipulated me then too!"
Victor tilted his head and cocked an eyebrow. "What, are you an idiot? Did you not wake up in your clothes?"
Yuri gasped, his head still turned away, his eyes flew open.
A seemingly long pause lingered over the two.
Nikiforov shook his head in amazement. "You really are an idiot," he remarked flatly. "I bet you took one look on the ground, saw the accessories then bolted out the door."
Yuri felt his face grow warmer. With the spoken truth, Yuri felt a pang of guilt along as his body relaxed slightly as the situation dawned on him.
"Tch...y-you're right...I'm sorry," Yuri apologized but half-heartedly.
Victor looked off to the side and sighed before returning to confronting Yuri. "All of this commotion because of your hot temper...or anxiety, honestly your moods are frustrating me."
The young man was speechless while his cheeks continued to burn.
"What? Now you don't have anything else to say?" Victor tilted his head. "I said look at me."
Yuri tensed up again, closed his eyes again and turned away. "Just let me go pervert!"
"Fine…" Victor began, having reached his limit, "that does it…" he reaffirmed his grip around Yuri's wrists and leaned forward, "...have it your way."
Soft lips pressed against the crook of Yuri's neck and slid a knee between the human's legs. Yuri gasped and tried to struggle. "Gah, no! Hng, no…"
Victor pushed Yuri's head backwards onto the sofa with his forehead on theirs.
"Mr. Katsuki, if you have time to jump to such lewd conclusion by all means let me indulge you."
"H-Huh? B-But! Ah!"
In no time, Victor slid their bodies so Yuri was sideways on the sofa, all the while continuing to kiss Yuri's neck and shoulders while holding Yuri's arms down. The kiss was cold and immediately bolted shivers down Yuri's spine.
"S-Stop it! Let me go!" Yuri demanded as he broke for air and began to desperately wriggle and squirm.
Though he struggled, the man's efforts had ill-effect on the strong Noble ignoring his pleas.
Victor straddled the human's hips, pushing Yuri's hands and arms into the couch, and kissed Yuri fully on the lips once again.
'I can't...breathe!' Yuri's mind screamed.
When Victor pulled back for a moment, he abruptly pulled back a bit further when Yuri tried to bite him.
"Such fervor pitted against me by the one who is trouble." Nikiforov shook his head.
Yuri continued to struggle, raised his hips and thrashed his legs around out of protest. "Shut up and let me go!"
The Noble clicked his tongue. "Come now, that won't do. I told you I would make your life a living hell. You've nothing but insisting I go to hell so why not bring you with me? Besides, you've done nothing but be hell to deal with the moment you have arrived here yesterday."
Yuri gritted his teeth. "What? Did you do this to the girls too?" Yuri was panting and kept trying to twist away even though he might as well be trying to twist away from iron shackles. "Did you try to break them this way?"
Victor rolled his eyes. "Humph, those girls are too well behaved…and too young." The master gave Yuri a sideways glance. "Unlike some fiery brat I know."
"Shut it! I'm not a brat I'm twenty-four!"
"And clearly inexperienced." Victor shrugged before leaning forward again. "You look like a flustered virgin anyway."
"Shut i- oomph!" Yuri's lips were sealed once more by a deep, unrelenting kiss.
Victor wanted to explore further, but, well, there were Yuri's hands to consider.
