The Call

A stifled shot. A lock clattered onto the ground. A metallic slide.

Phichit rose up only to be shocked by a cloaked and masked figure wielding a stun gun.

Yuri scrambled to sit up and scoot away, shaking his head, unable to scream.

"I've found the target…roger." The figure who had knocked Phichit out finished speaking into a radio and pulled back his mask to reveal a scrappy face with red-blonde hair and urgent eyes. "Minami. Christophe sent me. We have to go."

Yuri wouldn't budge as he continued to stare at the broken shell of a person he once knew.

'Colbrans…did this…'

"Come on! Or do you want to rot here?" Minami hissed as he pulled Yuri to stand.

Yuri shook his head and clung onto Phichit's body.

"Come on! He was going to rape you!"

'That wasn't him! Ten years drove him crazy is all!' Yuri desperately shook his head and clung tighter. 'We have to bring him too!'

The rescuer gave a frustrated sigh. "Target has a companion. Requesting assistance. Over."

Yuri held his breath.

"…Roger. Look a person will come and get him shortly. We have to go."

'Phichit. We will find your Masters. Each and every one of them…' He swore as he was pulled along to follow Minami out the cell.

Yuri just followed. He couldn't ask questions out loud if he wanted to. His whole body racked in pain with every stride and he just clung to hope he could get out of there.

'Why haven't the sirens gone off yet?'

Outside was an unmarked van but outside stood a familiar face.

'That's the same Colbran who was with Victor when we met!'

He was going to go home raced through Yuri's mind, he almost ran.

'But then why the secrecy, the radios, are they allowed to do this?!'

"Let's get ya outta here, kid," Christophe announced.

Yuri climbed into the vehicle, following Minami, and sat on the floor as there were no seats save for the front row.

Victor's comrade slid the door shut and car began to move once too had a seat on the floor. "Sorry this took so long. But these ops usually do."

Yuri grunted to show he couldn't speak, placing a hand over his throat.

"I see…here let me get rid of those cuffs. Oh, and it's rare for humans to be held in a cell together so good call. There we go, I'll take those. So, your cell mate is with the guys following us. He is bound to have a bunch of intel so, to keep him safe, I'll be taking him to Morja with us."

"M-Mo~?!" Yuri tried to croak at least one word, but he might as well have a dead voice box.

"And before you start hacking blood tryin' to ask questions, Victor sent me for you. Won't be his fault if a ruffian like me got you out of there while the official books say I was there for somethin' else." He winked. "And, yes, working within the shadows has its perks. Here, y'av been gone for two months, it's not much but I have some bread."

Yuri kept to himself as his mind raced. He was shaking, livid so many hurt Phichit yet excited to get out of that hell hole.

The car didn't stop moving for the better part of two hours and it was silent.

"We're here." Christophe pulled the door open.

'This is the estate!'

"Against my better judgment, two days ago, Victor is convinced he and Mila can justify their actions. Whatever the boss wants, right? He pays anyway, heh. I'd follow you in, but my men and I can't linger here."

Yuri nodded and smiled appreciatively as he could, before stepping out of the car.

"Tell him -er- write if you have to, about your friend." Christophe spoke to Yuri's back as they faced the mansion perfectly still. "I'll be in contact as soon as I can. Oh, and Yuuko is well. She will be happy to know you're okay."

'Maybe we can visit someday?' But Yuri couldn't say the words.

With that, the van sped off.

The night was humid as Yuri stood there. He knew he had despised this place once, but now he stood here relieved.

He walked forward. The lights were on. The girls could be seen bustling around with the laundry or sacks of who knew what, but he couldn't see Victor from the windows.

His heart was pounding as he hobble-ran towards the door.

Yuri knew he had to see him. Hell was nipping at their heels and he needed to see those golden-blue eyes again.

He hammered at the door. Loop answered, took one look and leapt into Yuri's arms.

"Oh thank God!"

Yuri stepped forward into the house with Loop's arms tight around his neck. "Shhh~" Was all he could say.

Ms. Purple and Ms. Blue were close by and hurriedly rushed over to welcome Yuri home.

Katsuki held up a finger to his lips and shook his head.

"Master was worried sick," Axel gushed in a whisper. "You look and smell awful. Let's clean you up and fed before you see him in the study."

He was exhausted, he wanted to see Victor as soon as possible, but the girls were right.

The small lamps in the study gave a rustic warmth as its light mingled with the stark shadows and those brightened by the faint moonlight.

The doors of the study were slowly opened and closed. Victor remained asleep with his head on top of his folded arms.

Clean and dressed in a pair of slacks and a crisp white shirt, Yuri walked forward. He wanted to make it, but his knees gave into exhaustion just before the desk.

Yuri pulled himself up to kneel in front of the furniture, resting his chin on his arms as well.

The movement was enough to stir Victor awake.

Dual eyes met brown.

Victor blinked to focus. "Y-Yuri?"

'Not a dream. I'm home.'

"Hmhm."

Victor gave a tired smirk. "You're late."

Yuri nodded with a light huff through his nose as he smiled back.

Victor got up and walked around his desk. Their eyes didn't break away for a second.

"Don't you have anything to say?" Nikiforov knelt down to the ground.

Yuri gave him a wistful look and tried to speak. Nothing came out.

Victor gritted his teeth and moved forward to take them into his arms.

Katsuki let out a muted cry in pain, tears stung his eyes, but he didn't care as he wrapped his arms around Victor's neck.

"Yuri…I will find justice for you. I promise."

'This will be different.' Victor swore to himself before pulled Yuri's head towards his.

It was like a long sigh. A finally to them both as lips met while as hands held onto the other's body like a lifeline on their knees.

Yuri knew he had missed that touch as cool fingers dug into the sides of his thick hair. When he felt a swipe on his bottom lip he gladly opened to let Victor in.

The Colbran broke for air only to look at Yuri's face on his shoulder then fall back into kissing those lips all over again until Katsuki suddenly let all of their muscles go.

Victor pulled back and held on. "Y-Yuri?"

Katsuki felt like a yawning rag doll, his arms fell to his sides, clearly unable to keep his eyes open.

Victor lifted Yuri into his arms and the two made it slowly up the dimly lit staircase.

The lights of the master bedroom were left off as Victor laid Yuri on the mattress.

Victor took some time to take off his clothes and get ready for bed himself. Under the covers, he swept some of those black bangs aside and kissed Yuri's forehead.

"Welcome home."

The human was long gone.


Yuri woke up to the light of dawn for he had grown used to the darkness.

'I feel as stiff as a brick…great.'

Just looking with his eyes, hardly using his head, he couldn't help but smile in relief. The smooth fabric and cushioned pillows felt like a dream after so long on a stone floor. He was safe under warm covers and Victor was sleeping away on his stomach with his arms underneath a pillow, revealing he didn't sleep with a shirt on.

He wanted to turn over, but his body was having none of that so Yuri slid a hand over down the side of his pillow to brush Victor's elbow with his ring and pinky fingers.

"Hm~hn?" Victor awoke.

'Hey.' Yuri smiled.

Victor gave a lopsided grin back. "Hello."

It was silent between them as they looked at one another with half-lidded eyes, appreciating the quiet and view.

Victor yawned first and feline stretched before scooting on over to drape his right arm across Katsuki's chest.

"Y-Yuri," Victor hissed when he felt sudden wincing. "I'm sorry, does something hurt?"

Katsuki nodded, but still nothing came as Victor strained to listen.

Nikiforov shook his head and stroked Yuri's bruised cheek. "What have they done to you?"

Of course that was rhetorical as neither wanted to think about it, but…

"Yuri…I need to see what hurts."

Yuri nodded and watch Victor get off the bed, come around and start their assessment.

First his shirt was unbuttoned. Yuri thought Victor was going to lose it immediately, but instead, he appeared to scan intently over all the bruises and cuts.

Without a word, Victor helped Yuri take off his pants, leaving the boxers on. There wasn't much there in comparison but there were scuffs and scrapes to be sure.

Lastly, Victor helped Yuri turn over to look at his back, away from the edge of the bed. Yuri wasn't immobile per se, but appreciated the assistance.

"Hn~" The cool touch felt like a compress on Yuri's skin, he could help but shiver.

"Does that feel good, Yuri?"

Yuri nodded, looking over his shoulder.

Victor didn't see much in the way of bruises as he did scrapes. They were far smaller and sparse. But it didn't matter.

'Whoever did this is dead.'

To Yuri's surprise, he felt Victor straddle his hips and sit on his ass. It didn't hurt, but it was unexpected. However, it was more than pleasant to feel their cool hands continue to stroke his back.

Nikiforov leaned and scooted forward, pressing his hands into mattress on either side to hover over Yuri's form. "I've missed you," he whispered by Yuri's ear. "I wish I could've reached you sooner."

Yuri kept his head sideways on the pillow as Victor came close enough to kiss him, placing a hand on the back of his head. He pressed back and soon shifted to prompt he wanted to turn back over. They didn't break when this happened and Yuri then remained perfectly still, arms at his sides, just wanting to keep this moment.

Victor made circles with his fingers on the side of their head, deep in their hair.

'When did this become heaven?' Yuri thought.

If Victor wanted to kiss him for the next hour he'd let him. Yuri did not want to move.

Forehead, cheeks, nose, Victor pecked them all. "Don't take your eyes off me," he whispered after he kissed Yuri's eyelids.

Brown eyes melted as he gave a smile smile while sleepy tears fell pass his temples.

Victor gave another chaste kiss before starting to make trails down Yuri's neck before freezing immediately.

"Wh-What's that?" He firmly poked the left side, having missed a messy love bite from before when he thought it was a bruise at first. Now, up close, he saw undeniable teeth marks.

Yuri's whole body tensed, but it wasn't as if he could answer.

Victor clamped down over it, growling as he did. He had tried to be good. He had tried to be gentle and patient, but this was too much.

Yuri's back arched in surprise but he let it happen as he curled his fingers into the bed sheets. Whatever Victor needed he didn't have the strength to deny them anything.

'Erase it, Victor. I don't care.'

Victor was huffing with breaking restraint as he pulled back, hands clenching into the pillow over Yuri's shoulders. "I'm sorry, but…I" Victor lifted Yuri's hand for them and kissed their fingers before he kissed the palm of it. "Can I? Would it be too painful?"

'We are a mess, aren't we? I'll take the pain with it.'

Yuri nodded. He was in Victor's hands now.

Victor fell forward to start with Yuri's lips with a sigh of relief. "I'll be gentle."

He didn't want to tax the human's body, but oh how did want to reclaim what was his. Reclaim what was stolen from him and show just how much Yuri had changed him for better or worse. Victor started from the top and worked his way down instead, kissing every healed scrape and every purple-blue mark. The Colbran checked Yuri's face as he did so to make sure.

Yuri wanted to speak so badly. His chest swelled as he witnessed such tenderness.

'It isn't fair, how did I get this lucky?'

His hips bucked slightly forward when those lips on his tender sides. Unable to take the tension anymore, Yuri reached out to pass his hands by the edge of his boxers.

Victor took the hint and helped Yuri out of them, slowly stretching their legs and lower back with doing so.

"Hnn…" Yuri groaned, but could only be heard lightly. This was more than necessary to remove the garment, but the man figured if he didn't want to feel like an invalid all day those muscles had to be loosened up.

Yuri's legs eventually rested upwards against Victor's chest.

Naked for Victor to see both were hard, he felt disgust towards the one who hurt them. Yuri was his, to the world outside that door he owned him, but he wanted to own their heart too and whoever did this had almost crushed it, stealing their voice away.

Flushed and holding his lip, Katsuki curled his fingers into the sheets and nodded when Victor pressed a finger by his entrance.

With one inside, Yuri dug his heels into the mattress as a second joined to stretching him open. Yuri reached for the Colbran with both hands. "Ah. Hn?" He wanted to let Victor know to hurry.

"Almost there…" Victor whispered, kissing Yuri's knee.

Yuri huffed as his body swelled with want.

Nikiforov spread those lean legs apart to get between and reach for Yuri's torso, gathering them up steadily to over his lap. "I wish you could tell me if you remembered our first night after all or not." He mused.

'I wish I could too.' Yuri thought.

The muscles ached but it was a good ache too. Yuri rested his forehead on Victor's as his arms felt like noodles over their shoulders and his legs burned, whining from being used, yet having to deal.

Victor held Yuri open as they lowered themselves at their pace to take his erect member inside until they wrapped their legs around his back.

Both sighed when this was done. It was tight, but it was bliss for them both.

Rather than thrusts, Victor wrapped Yuri firmly and rocked them back and forth. They weren't needed anywhere for hours so he was going to take his sweet time if he could, or until sleep begged to differ.

"I love you," Victor whispered by Yuri's ear. "I've wanted to tell you for so long."

Yuri stared back, but let his head fall back to the pleasure again.

'I can't even- stupid Victor, you're not playing fair.'

He pouted and Victor chuckled at the sight. "Is that your way of saying 'you too'?"

The sweetness in his hips had already swept Yuri away even if he could speak right then.

'One day…you're gonna regret it.' Yuri swore mischievously.

Victor let out a frustrated sigh. "I don't…want to hurt you…but-"

Yuri dug his hands into that silver hair to get Victor's attention before he deeply kissed those chilly lips with everything. 'I don't care.'

"Ah…ah…" Yuri moaned, but barely anything was heard as he held onto Victor who helped them ride out their need and make up for lost time.

"So close, Love…"

Victor leaned forward with a hand behind Yuri's back and head, it took everything to not to wreck them wantonly as he rested them back on the mattress.

The Colbran saw how strained Yuri's flushed face was. "Harder?"

'I need you...Victor!' Yuri pressed his fingers around Victor's lower back towards him.

Victor kissed them has deep as he could while supporting his weight off of Yuri's bruises.

Together they met their bliss head on; Yuri's back arched as release swept over him, letting out a strangled cry.

Victor slowly withdrew and got off onto his side before carefully drew his Yuri into an embrace from behind.

"I love you…Yuri…"

Yuri looked over his shoulder, panting. "I…"

Victor kissed those warm lips and snuggled in closely.

'Whoever did this to you will pay.'


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