Yuri promptly let go to claw at the cold around him.
"You don't see it do you?" Victor kept a for-the-bedroom grip with one hand while maneuvered himself so Yuri was flat on his back. "What nobody has done before you…" The Noble slowly let go, dragging a finger down Yuri's chest.
Yuri felt his chest restrict as his heart pounded away.
'N-Nothing has changed!'
Yuri braced himself.
"You're perfect."
"Wha…huh?" He hadn't expected this.
"You and your fire…and I missed this…"
Victor took Yuri's right hand and kissed the palm.
"…This dance that we do."
Katsuki's wide eyes narrowed to the last part. "You're an injured, idiot!" He turned his face to the side, refusing to look at the Colbran.
Victor pouted as he sat up on his knees. "Aw, and I here I thought I was getting a thank you for saving me present."
'He's...completely better already isn't he? God...damn it!'
"You're a bastard, you know that?" Yuri seethed.
Without a word, Victor leaned forward, to the side, on his knees and dove his hand under a pillow nearby Yuri's head and took a red sash out slowly between two fingers.
Yuri paled at the sight. "W-Wait, what the fuck? Are all Colbrans this kinky?"
Victor returned to kneeling upright, straddling Yuri underneath him and shrugged. "No~ I just remembered I had this here."
Yuri lifted his head the best he could off the pillow. "Hah?!"
"Besides. You always looked pretty in red…"
Yuri found his hands tied above his head to the headboard in no time.
"I'm going to kill you," Yuri swore, "for being an absolute prick."
Victor pulled away, stopping short of another kiss, leaned back while he pushed his bangs back and laughed.
The young man froze and stared, it was the first time Yuri heard the Master laugh. He saw it from the window, but the sounds...
Yuri shook his head and started to tug and pull. "How the blazing fuck is this funny?" He scowled.
Victor folded his arms and looked back down. "Oh-ho? I haven't heard that phrase before. Blazing fuck...such a dirty mouth," he purred before pulling at the coat belt still firmly tied around Yuri's waist.
"The man twisted around the best he could. "Gah! Don't!"
'Problem with that is…I want you belong to me…'
Victor stopped pulling at the belt, leaned over and supported his body weight by pressing both hands into the mattress. His hands laid next to Yuri's shoulders, grabbing the young man's attention.
"You may care for Yuuko; don't think I have forgotten how you looked at her. She is safe and, frankly, not here. Your feelings are unproductive as they are unrequited. I hardly feel bad for 'intruding'."
Yuri's nostrils flared. He'd be seething if he didn't recognize Victor was right.
"Why you -ugh- stop pulling on it!" Yuri cried.
"Oh you are just a treat. Stop making me out to be the bad guy all ready." He pulled a bit more.
'Does he not know what he's doing?!'
Yuri raised his head as much as he could. "Shut. The fuck. Up!"
A Cheshire-like smile fell across Victor's lips. "Yu~ri?"
Yuri gaspes and immediately stopped wriggling about. A lump formed in Yuri's throat while goose bumps ran all over his exposed skin as his face grew hot.
Yuri pinched his eyes shut, waiting for Victor to mock him.
Up…and down…Victor looked in pleased silence.
Yuri opened one eye and saw a Victor's admiring, only confusing him further.
"Silent and still at last," Victor breathed out as he spoke. "My word…you are beautiful…heh, but I can't believe you ventured out earlier only in this."
Yuri turned his face away. "I knew it…you get off on my suffering…"
Victor's smile fell. "I suffer too."
Yuri turned his head back to the center. "Bull, you hurt me."
Both found themselves staring face to face.
"It's true that I do suffer." Victor caressed the side of Yuri's face with a somber expression. "Besides, would sorry erase any of this?"
Yuri shook his head. "No, but you can still stop."
The Master captured Yuri's lips before the young man could say anymore.
A great ache filled Yuri's heart as he was pressed slowly down into the downy, silk-covered pillows. He felt the kiss was different this time. It felt sincere, more pleading-like, asking to be forgiven.
Victor pulled away, breaking for air.
Then there was silence.
"…Oh no~" Victor whispered.
Yuri opened one eye.
The look founded by wild, perverted humor had faded from the Noble's face. In it's place a struggling, almost pained look had fallen across Victor's face as well as realization.
Yuri opened both eyes as they studied his. "Huh?" He wriggled his hands. "Untie me?"
Victor brushed Yuri's cheek. "All right."
Yuri didn't realize his tears until Victor whisked some away. "R-Really?"
Victor shifted up. "Yes. I do not like seeing people cry..." He tossed the ribbon aside.
Yuri didn't realize he was and touched his wet cheek. "You push me to cry, you know…"
Victor suddenly froze, pensive…thinking, and moved to sit on the other side of the bed.
Yuri shook his head, covering his tear-stained face as he sat up. Soon, they were back to back.
"…Behind closed doors?" Victor asked.
He wiped his eyes. "Since day one…but…you know what sucks the most? "
"Hn?"
Yuri sniffed. "Despite I had called you out on it once, I…feel I lead you on…in a way…" he sniffed again. "In a sick way…"
Victor shook his head and looked at the window. "I just…you…no I find your spirit intoxicating. But there was and is no excuse for my actions. Zero. But we continue to pull and push…don't we? And tonight…I had pushed too far… again…" He grimaced, bowing his head.
Yuri nodded. "Heh, I'm an ex-thief from the Moon who's a nobody. The only thing I 'serve' is swift kick in the ass...figuratively at least."
Victor gave a low chuckle. "Well there's that."
"Heh -sniff- Besides, you're a Colbran Noble. Nobles have no need for excuses. But, fuck the world, we are just trying to live."
"And love? Yuuko I mean."
"Ha," Yuri scoffed half-heartedly while the other half broke. "Love doesn't win around here. You made that very clear."
"You mean we made that very clear. We both seem to have no problem the hell we give the other."
Yuri thought of the wound and all the retorts. "…Touche."
The clock ticked.
Yuri hugged his knees. "Do you think she's okay?"
"I've been in correspondence with Christophe."
"Is that so…."
"She's fine, but…"
Yuri looked over his shoulder. "Yes?"
Victor remained facing away. "She's…found someone apparently…"
"Oh…good for her."
"Are you sad?"
Yuri shook his head. "Not like I'm going to see her again."
Victor looked over his shoulder. "You're crying again."
Yuri whipped back around. "What of it? Its what humans do. Get with it already."
"I'm sorry."
Silence fell.
"Say that again?" Yuri turned half way around.
Victor got up, slowly went around the bed, wishing not to startle, and stood before Yuri.
"I am terribly sorry for my advancements. I will let you stay here. I'm going to sleep elsewhere."
Yuri forgot to speak. He just sat there, not gawking or bewildered, just numb as he watched Victor leave just as he was.
When the door closed. Yuri collapsed back into the bed and cried to sleep.
Notes: Angst, Hurt, and bit-o-Comfort oh my! *dizzy*
