"I will take my leave then," Lady Mila whined as she sat up with Georgi's help who escorted her out of the room. "Farewell…" she sighed as she wobbled from too many drinks.
Yuri had mere seconds to get up and insist he escort the her out, but Victor firmly kept Yuri put with his pale hand around Yuri's upper arm.
When the room's door shut behind the red-head, Yuri's heart dropped.
"Well da~wring, go on ov-ah. Go on." Baron Aweiss insisted.
"Yuri, go sit over there next to the pretty associate of our guest." Victor insisted.
Katsuki felt his heart was going to stop.
'Is this so-called game a way to get back at me? Surely this is just a Colbran custom…'
Yuri numbly moved to sit on the adjacent couch, where Lady Mila was. Halfway, Yuri saw something metallic flash in the corner of his eye.
"Aharg!"
"No! The Baron! Ack!"
"You little bit-! Urk!"
The event happened all too fast. From the first cry, Yuri snapped his head up and saw the Baron Awiess had a steak knife in his chest then immediately pulled out so the murder could slice open the necks of the two other Nobles in the room. In a blur, the other human servants too were not spared. The room had quickly become a bloodbath.
"I guess I'm alive for I'm not as drunk as the others," Victor remarked, his face vacant, having stopped the murder's arm with his right hand. It's Sara is it not?"
The one in question was the late Baron's now ex-servant. The beautiful, tan girl who'd appeared so tame was now bloodied and stood with the steak knife held merely inches from Victor's throat. She was trembling, breathing heavily…and at her wits end.
Broken out in a cold sweat, Yuri slowly stood and held up his hands. "M-Miss?"
Victor pushed the girl back with this left, making her stumble backwards while he stood up.
"Pl-Please stop!" Yuri blurted, pleading both sides.
With glaring, purple eyes Sara was shaking with rage as she got back up from the floor. "Y-You are a human and you wish to stick up for a Colbran?"
'That's not what I-!"
Yuri felt all blood drain from his face as his master remained at his side, cool as ever.
Victor folded his arms. "We had a war and your side lost. Thus the spoils."
Yuri blanched at his tactlessness. 'That's not helping!'
She stomped her foot. "You enslaved us and that old bastard over there," she pointed at her victim with her knife for a second, "had killed my brother only to sexually abuse and humiliate me for three years! I refuse to be used any longer!"
'Say something, Yuri, she has lost it!'
"M-Miss calm down," Yuri stuttered.
They are all the same! Beasts!" She rampaged, pushing over glasses and chairs.
"Miss!" Yuri cried.
"Pompous, arrogant aliens who use us all!" She screamed.
Yuri stood up with his hands remaining in the air. "Please calm yourself!"
Sara held up her weapon. "Stay back! I don't want to, but I'll hurt you too."
"Listen to me!"
"You are no better than a Colbran you freak!"
Yuri pinched his eyes shut. "Listen!"
A sudden gust of wind forced Yuri to keep his eyes closed. When it died, Yuri slowly opened his eyes.
The knife was lodged in Sara's chest, her neck evidently broken.
Unable to stand anymore, the shaking, young man fell back into the couch and put his head in his hands.
'She was angry like me! She killed humans for being affiliated? Is that where my hate may lead?'
Master Nikiforov had just finished wiping his hands with a cloth napkin when he noticed his servant beginning to lose it.
Yuri dug his hands into his hair, thumping his right heel into the carpet.
"Listen, you're tired therefore emotional," Victor spoke calmly as he approached Yuri. "This mess was no one's fault but hers. I need to make some calls in my study." He put his hands on Yuri's shoulders and pushed him back slightly, intending it would get Yuri to look at him. "Those who can handle this will come in and take care of the scene."
His breath quickened as Victor spoke and his chest tightened painfully. "H-How c-can you be...be so c-calm?! Y-You...k-killed her! I! I-!" With shaking hands, Yuri struggled to pull Victor's hands off his shoulders. "L-Let go!" He cried, tears streaming down.
'God…it's been years since my last panic attack! I-I'm scared!' Yuri pinched his eyes shut.
Yuri next felt his head tilt up, a cool pressure framing his face, before another, firm, pressure was placed on his lips. He wriggled as his mind screamed at him, reminding him of what transpired earlier that day, demanding to push the perpetrator away…but he didn't. Instead, he took the bittersweet distraction and slowly relaxed his face, letting his numb arms and hands fall back to his sides.
In that darkness, he heard the faint ticking of a clock, traces of the smell of varnished wood, smoke and wine, trying not to focus on the smell of blood beginning to permeate the room. Victor's lips were chilly around his own. Soon, Nikiforov's cool, long fingers gently, slowly, stroked alongside Yuri's face in a soothing gesture. Eventually, Victor brought his hands up to comb and gently rub, the sides of Yuri's head.
Katsuki wasn't sure what Victor was trying to do, but couldn't deny it felt good. His frantic, confused, heart began to slow along with his breath while the finger tips moved ever so slowly around in circles in his hair.
Yuri next felt Victor's form kneeling down in front of him while their right hand slid down and around the back of his neck while they used their left to prompt him to spread his legs so they could come a bit closer.
'This smell…of drink and cigars...and fresh ice...it's nice…'
Forgetting himself, Yuri allowed it brought his arms around Victor's neck, sliding forward.
With a slight thud, Yuri was on the floor on his knees. With landing, Yuri opened his mouth, involuntarily letting out a gasp from the surprise.
'Gods…what am I doing?' Victor thought. 'When did this…how did this?'
An impulsive maneuver to get Yuri to relax. He didn't want to just leave Katsuki there to behave rashly, he wasn't willing to take the risk. But now? He was here with Yuri, his knees between the human's bent legs, suddenly not getting enough.
'He's going to wake up and hate me tomorrow…' the Colbran reminded himself. '…Fuck it.'
He wrapped his arms around Yuri's lower back and neck, deepening the kiss.
For Yuri, this only made him feel more secure.
Until he no longer felt the human's frantic heart or whimpers of anxiety, Victor drew out the moment, that is until Yuri passed out in his arms seconds later.
Notes: This last scene was so hard to write. XD;;
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