Spared

If there was a rust bucket you could live in, you'd be on Morja. If you didn't mind sharing a shack with ten others, you'd be on Morja but it would be home and you'd be free.

"Are you sure we can get away with this?" Yuri muttered.

"If I go walking around with both my eyes I'll draw far too much attention."

Yuri acted as Victor's mirror as he helped the silver Colbran with a make-shift eye patch made of gauze and medical tape, covering Victor's golden eye. "What about Chris-"

With a snap, the blonde put a leather eye patch over his black-brown eye, showing off his green. "Yuri. Victor and I are but a few of the Colbrans who aren't Unwanted on this entire moon. Consider it a form of avoiding triggering people, okay? A fair share just wouldn't want to deal with dual-eyes because of their trauma."

"I-I see…" Yuri then quietly finished.

The merc cleared his throat. "Okay, listen up. I get the bitter taste will be in our mouths for awhile, but from here on out we will need to grieve on our own time. On Morja we have three rules: I'm boss, we aren't uncivil, and we pitch in. Where we will be docking, my dwelling near by, however, it will still be a walk. Keep to yourself, stay close. We are smaller than Albjora so if you get lost in this crowded place I may not be able to pull you out."

"What, do we all need to hold hands or something?" Phichit muttered with folded arms.

Giacometti put out his third cigar with a cheeky grin. "Aw, and 'ere I thought ya never ask."

Yuri waved his hands in front of his face. "C-Come on! We haven't reached there yet! …but do we have to?"

The blond shrugged. "Might not be a bad idea. I mean, I'll lead, but I'm not kiddin. This place is bustin' at the seams while only a fraction of its three-thousand-six-hundred and, well now fifty-eight including you guys, residents are trained enough to assist either on missions or distribute resources to keep this operation going. We have five crafts to go back and forth to do that as most payments are the form of necessities rather than cash. Point is, as long as we are out of the way and off the mainland -er- rock everybody is hunky dory."

"I still want time to be with my sister," Axel requested. "I don't think a day would be much to ask for Loop's memory."

Yuri looked to Victor who looked to Chris who rolled his eyes.

"Humans…" he muttered. "Fine. Let's at least get home before we break off, okay?" He flipped a few switches. "Figure out the hand arrangements if is that big of a deal. Yuri, buckle up, we will be entering the atmospheric dome soon."

True to his word, it was packed. Unlike Albjora, Yuri saw countless number of smiling folk dressed whatever cloth was available who appeared decently fed and were welcoming. Some waved to Giacometti, others called out his name while everyone cleared the way as the group followed him.

'A vigilante welcome.' Yuri smirked inwardly as he held Victor's who led him and Axel's hand who held Phichit's who led Lutz'."

The mercenary's dwelling was actually the biggest building Yuri had seen out of all the shacks he had passed by. Mostly green, the wide, two story metal and wood house was very much a mansion, more so a fortress, in its own right, settled in a shallow crater as they passed the thick of the moon's occupants.

'How did the accomplish any of this!' Yuri wondered. 'How long has it taken?!'

"You appear impressed," Christophe remarked with a smile, having turned around to stop in front of his place. "You're seeing what my family has carved out for itself, having spent their fortune to keep this going. My family was one of the eight a long, long time ago, but view this as its repentance for several generations. Not to say we hadn't had to fight for it and continue to have our luck."

"It's good to see so many Unwanted alive and well despite the obstacles," Axel piped up.

Christophe scratched the back of his head. "Oh shucks, heh heh, I forgot to tell you. No one calls themselves that here."

"O-Oh my," Ms. Purple covered her mouth, suddenly awkward. "I'm sorry."

Giacometti waved a dismissive hand. "Don't be. But, here, we are our names for that is what we frankly have left with the clothes on our backs." He turned to the right. "Come I'll show you inside."

'Our names…' Yuri glanced at Victor as they made their way. His heart sank as his stomach twisted. 'Victor had no doubt lost his title by now.'

The quiet group made their way inside, following the blonde until they had reached a living space with cushions and blankets to sit on the hard floor.

"Chris!"

Yuri froze as he stood behind Giacometti who held his arms wide.

"Hey, babe!"

'Yuuko?!'

For a few moments the couple acted as if the rest of them weren't there. Dressed only in a green sack dress tied at the shoulders with a sash around her waist, Yuuko's white hair had been cut into a shaggy pixie and she was thrilled to see Christophe home as he embraced her.

Yuuko opened her closed eyes and then pulled back with a start. "Y-Yuri?"

Katsuki stepped forward. "It's been awhile…"

She put a hand over her mouth, tearing up as she hustled forward with a big smile. "Yuri! I can't believe-!" She froze and took in the sight of the rest of the group. "W-What's going on?" She started to turn to look at Christophe.

"Babe, it's a long story. Mind pulling out something to drink? I think we all could use one."


A closet compared to the expanse of the master bedroom back at the estate, Yuri and Victor were shown to their own quarters as Axel and Lutz were given their own space. Yuri figured he wouldn't see the, well, twins, until they had a good cry. Even Yuuko offered to be a listening ear and someone to talk with in case. Yuri was grateful and figured the two of them could catch up later.

"I can't believe Phichit has to sleep in their 'brig' in the basement…"

But he knew why. Phichit was exactly vetted yet in anybody else's book but his.

Still frustrated, Yuri flopped onto the bed only to wince at how little cushion it gave. "Ow…"

Victor slipped off his suit jacket. "Smooth."

Yuri started to sit up. "Yeah, ye-"

Victor pushed him back down from the foot of the thin mattress. The bed was definitely smaller, but it could fit them both snugly.

"W-What are you doing?"

Victor tore off his makeshift eye patch as he straddled Yuri's legs. "Shh~ I very much doubt these walls are exactly sound proof," he whispered, placing his hands on either side of Yuri's shoulders.

"C-Come on. Now? Really?" Yuri hissed.

Victor nuzzled the crook of their neck and sighed as he adjusted his legs. "Forgive me." He started to peck and nibble on Yuri's skin. "But yes."

"You had a couple...though it amazes me Chris even had booze to begin with."

"A couple has done nothing."

"Eh?"

A chilly hand pushed up Yuri's shirt, caressing the soft skin underneath.

"Ju-Just…hold on sec…Vict-"

With half-lidded eyes Victor clamped his free hand over Yuri's mouth. "Yuri…just let me have this…" he begged huskily. "Let me feel you. Please..." He kissed their forehead and then Yuri's lips before they had a chance to say anything.

Yuri felt himself slipping as that cool touch he had come to love roamed over his sides.

"Ah! Yuri arched his back slightly as Victor laved over his nipple and worked down over his stomach with their tongue. "Vic…tor…please…hgn"

'If I don't…stop him soon I-' thinking coherently grew foggy as Victor tackled each of Yuri's most sensitive parts of his skin.

"Victor…" Yuri pushed back his hair before reaching his hands out to the Colbran with a seductive eyes and parted lips.

Without a hesitation, Victor slid forward from kissing Yuri's pelvis to kissing those lips deeply, digging his fingers into their black hair before, finally, slipping in his tongue into Yuri's hot mouth.

Katsuki struggled to lift his hands towards Victor's face. 'Gods…why us?'

With a push, Yuri broke for air.

Victor frowned, looking at Yuri with confused, sad eyes under the one light bulb glow of the room

All the Eros Yuri was showing moments ago had vanished. "Pity sex? Really?"

Victor blinked and then drooped his head forward. 'I'd been duped…'

He wasn't listening, too caught up into the moment to realize he didn't want to hear Yuri say no.

'I'm wrapped around this man's finger…can I even hope to keep him as mine?'

He stroked Yuri's cheek with the back of his finger tips. "You're what I have left, Yuri…"

Yuri shook his head framed Victor's face. "I'm alive. You're alive. You saved who you could. We have the clothes on our backs, food in our bellies and friends. I say you have a lot more than just me." Yuri looked off to the side. "And speaking of me, I think I've had enough with this feeling useless. You carried me off like a princess and I won't stand for that anymore."

Victor raised an eyebrow and tilted his head slightly, but remained quiet.

"I saw how you kicked major ass today. Yes, I don't have borderline magical gifts as I'm only human, but I want to be of use. Chris did say we pitch in. I see the girls helping with distribution duty…actually I…" Yuri started to chuckle and wrap his arms around Victor's neck. "I take that back. I see Lutz picking up a crossbow or something. Of course I don't know how Chris could even afford-"

"He doesn't buy them."

"Wha-?"

"Where do you think he got that gun he gave me today? The sword on his back? The rifles on the backs of numerous residents we saw here today?"

Yuri to a moment before his eyes went wide. "Y-You?"

"Instead of money, necessities, right? Best way to smuggle is to make it appear as a payment."

"S-So you two have been stockpiling?"

"Well, it's not just me."

"Others too?"

Victor nodded. "As long as Chris has weapons he could defend Morja if his luck went out." An icy finger tip stroked Yuri's bottom lip. "Closing in, what, six months?" He shook his head in disbelief. "Our worlds have been flipped upside down together." Victor blew a silver strand away before resting his head on Yuri's shoulder, leaving his long legs to dangle off the bed. "And no, before you say it, Chris ruined it. He shouldn't have brought Phichit to my home."

"But what if those guys were after me too? Perhaps they were leading us into a false sense of security? You don't think Chris set you up now do you?"

"Of course not. He was just a baffoon is all and it has, rightfully, ticked me off."

Yuri ran his fingers through Victor's hair. For a time, both were silent.

"Where do we go from here?"

"Only up I imagine," Victor mumbled.

"Up it is then." Katsuki held up an air gun with his fingers towards the ceiling. "Please be my coach, Victor."

"Gladly." Nikiforov lifted his head. "Now come here."

"Eh?"

"I still want you."

"B-But!"

Victor froze from almost nibbling Yuri's ear lobe and gave them a confused look once more. "What now?"

"Might before emotional plight…I couldn't help but wonder if emotions don't come naturally to Colbrans when Chris said that, but then I saw how Chris and Yuuko acted." Yuri shrugged his shoulders. "Er, I don't know…I'm confused where we are, I guess."

Victor let out a sigh, rolled to rest on his side, propping his head in his hand. "Is this a continuation of our spat before all the chaos? I thought we had moved on."

Yuri turned onto his side as well. "I thought I had moved on from day two and then I snapped at you in the study…"

"You merely stated a truth. I did hurt you and we did work through it."

"B-But! It's not fair, I shouldn't have said that…"

"Yuri."

"Y-Yes?"

A pained look fell across the Colbran's features. "Can…Can I still hold you?"

"Why look so conflicted in asking?"

"I'm…not your Master anymore. I -uh- I lost that right."

Yuri's blood ran cold as he held his lip from gasping.

'I…I'm free?'

They lost so much, protected him through so much, shared with him that private smile…Yuri had the choice, to finally stay or leave.

Victor raised his right arm to invite Yuri closer. "I need you."

"I-It's not not fair…" Yuri swallowed hard as his lip trembled. "To set me free…when you bounded me in other ways." He clutched Victor's shirt and slid himself forward closer to Victor's chest. "I told you I'd stay close, didn't I? Don't set me free when I've regarded you more than my Master in the first place."

Victor kissed Yuri's head of hair and took in his scent. "Then you answered your own question. This is where we are now." Victor looked Yuri in the eye, resting his forehead on theirs. "You are dear to me, Yuri. I may have bounded to you as a Colbran would, but-"

Yuri shook his head, swallowing again. "Shut up." He whispered, he didn't want to hear any more, and started to unbutton Victor's shirt.

Victor's eyes fluttered to a close while his Yuri kissed the slowly revealed expanse of his skin down the middle. Eventually, the Colbran ex-Noble rolled onto his back, taking Yuri with him.

When Yuri finished undoing every button he worked his way back up, pushing the shirt aside leaving Victor's chest entirely open to him for his hands to roam across.

"Yuri…"

Katsuki's heart swelled in his chest to that reverent sigh of his name and lifted his head up. "I'm…not sure how good-"

Victor shook his head. "You've ruined me long before this moment, now send me elsewhere for a little while," he whispered.

Yuri slid forward, straddling Victor's body before taking their right hand to kiss the back of their fingers. "It's strange… you'd I think I'd have a retort to that, but I don't."

Yuri let Victor slide their hand down his chest as he shrugged off his shirt. He felt goose bumps all over, he was close to chattering as the room was chilly coupled with how cool Victor's skin was in the first place. He kissed that near icy skin, appreciating the sounds he elicited from them. Katsuki put a hand underneath Victor's neck and traced the strong curve with his mouth before covering those soft lips with his.

Not breaking the kiss, Victor sat up to let Yuri take off his shirt. The bed creaked as they helped the other slide off the rest of their clothing before getting under the wooly covers to continue their searching in each other's arms with their lips and caresses.

Katsuki soon rested his hands on Victor's knees. "A-Are you sure? I'm surprised you're letting someone like me do this…"

Victor was on top. "Someone…like you?"

Yuri held his lip and nodded as he raised his knees to support Victor's back when they were ready.

Victor shook his head and smiled as he ran a hand down the human's thigh, taking in the sight of Yuri's tan, firm body. "You are truly something else, Yuri. I want your fire with me. I always will now that I've connected myself to you."

'My spirit…heh, flatterer.' Yuri smiled only to gap in shock when Victor took his right hand.

"Colbrans aren't that different. We need to be prepped too."

Yuri swore he felt steam fly out of of his ears. Nearly unable to go through with it, Yuri wrapped his left hand around Victor's waist and buried his face into their abdomen so he didn't have to see as he pushed a finger inside.

Of course Victor wasn't having any of that, framing the human's face before tilting the flushed head up to face him. "Look at me…as you do it…touch me."

Yuri felt his heart was going to leave his body it had swelled so much it hurt. "Vic..tor…"

Victor bent over to kiss them as deeply as he could, letting out a moan as Yuri worked to stretch him out.

"Gods! Hgn!" Yuri hissed, trying in vain to keep it low and out of ear shot of others, but he had to muffle himself into the crook of Victor's neck or shoulder to stifle his moans.

Upright and folded up in each other's arms with Victor over Yuri's lap, the two were carried away to bliss all over again.

Victor held on, finding the tight, pulling sensations an incredible, new experience as he rolled his hips wanting more. "Y-Yuri…" he panted by their ear "I need to be yours too…" He dropped his weight down faster.

The bed creaked as Yuri cried out into Victor's neck, digging his fingertips into the Colbran's shoulders.

Victor buried his left hand into their black hair. "Bite…better yet."

Open mouthed, desperate as ever, their kiss was near relentless as their bodies rocked together until release spared their screaming hearts.


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