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-Yuuri Katsuki
-Victor Nikiforov
-Yuri Plisetsky
-Seung Gil Lee
-Emil Nekola
-Otabek Altin
-Georgi Popovich
-Cristophe Giacometti
-Guang-Hong Il
-Jean-Jacques Leroy
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-Michele Crispino
-Kenjiro Minami
-Leo De La Iglesia

-Toshiya Katsuki, Hiroko Katsuki, Mari Katsuki
-Takeshi Nishigori, Yuko Nishigori, Axel / Lutz / Loop Nishigori
-Hisashi Morooka
-Yakov Feltsman
-Celestino Cialdini
-Mira Babicheva
-Lilia Baranovskaya
-Sara Crispino
-Kolya Plisetsky

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[Part IV- End] Victor Nikiforov/Others, Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov

(Anonymous) 2017-02-28 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[welp, RL continues to be charming, sorry nonnies...for any who are still reading]


The image on the screen was a little staticky, like from the VHS tapes of old, but it had been an unmarked CD, so someone must have converted the video over. Yuuri pressed play, not knowing what to expect. It took a while for the camera to come into focus; the scene being that of an interior of some kind of a restaurant. There was cutlery on the table, and remains of food that hadn't been cleared away. The face of the man handling the camera had been blurred out, but Yuuri could see the fair hair and pale skin. Some kind of foreign movie? AV? He wondered why he had bothered to check it out anyway, even if it had come in the mail. Unmarked packages were regularly sent to the homes of famous athletes like Victor, but this one had been addressed to him, so it was someone who knew Yuuri was staying here and Yuuri's curiosity was piqued.

Finally, on the screen, the picture was coming into focus: it wasn't very sharp and the colours were a bit dull, but it was serviceable. The man moved from in front of the camera and Yuuri found himself looking the figure of a prone woman, dressed in a tattered white dress and her silver — Yuuri's breath caught in his throat — hair spilled over her naked shoulder like a curtain.

It could be blonde for all he knew, given the quality of the video. It had to be.

The figure turned towards the camera and an intensely, intimately familiar face stared at him through his screen. A very familiar face with a wholly unfamiliar look. Yuuri's fingers tightened into fists as he watched panic bloom over that youthful face, splotched red with kiss-bitten lips and bruised jaw. Someone had been terribly unkind to him and it showed on Victor's soft — Yuuri knew how soft it was, after all — skin.

There were five, ten – no, maybe even more men around Victor, but Yuuri couldn't tell as their faces were blurred out. Only Victor's face was left in there, twisted with pain and panic. Yuuri's heart beat up a storm inside his chest as a large man loomed over Victor, grabbing his jaw right where it was bruised and forcing him to keep his face angled towards the camera. He spread Victor's legs with other hand and slid into him easily, bouncing Victor in his lap as he fucked him raw.

Another man came over and grabbed a handful of Victor's lovely hair, pulling back to work his cock into Victor's mouth. At first Victor refused to open his mouth, so the first man pinched his jaw until Victor groaned audibly, startling Yuuri. Victor's mouth fell open and the man fed him his cock and pushed it straight into his throat. He could hear Victor choke, sputter and gag over it.

Yuuri hadn't realised he was shaking quite yet.

The two men worked in tandem until Victor's body became no more than a ragdoll between them, and it went on until they both came. The second man smeared his come over Victor's face, rubbing the tip of his cock over Victor's lips and cheeks. And since Victor's face was held securely in place, there was no way he could avoid it.

The first man pulled out and turned Victor's body around so that his front was facing the camera now, legs spilling over the couch where Yuuri could see his limp penis lying over his abdomen. They maneuvered his legs so the camera was focused on his swollen opening that dribbled with the release of the man who had just raped him.

The man said something — in Russian, Yuuri realised — and then they laughed. There was a few moments of respite, before another man pulled Victor up and got him in his lap, thrusting into his opening again and continued the fucking. Victor was entirely limp in their grip, not protesting, not even moving on his own volition. The only indication that he was a human being was the tears that leaked out of his eyes every now and then, and the other times, the soft sounds of protest he made when they hurt him too hard.

Bile touched the back of Yuuri's throat, drawing him out of the stupor and jolting him back to the reality. He fumbled for the remote and switched the TV off, walked to the DVD player and got the CD out. His hands were shaking badly enough to miss the eject button multiple times. Eventually, though, he had the offending disc in his hand. Yuuri stood there, clutching at the disc and smudging it with his fingers, not knowing what to do with it. He felt sick. He was probably going to throw up if he kept thinking about this.

"I – I'm sorry," came a soft, familiar voice from the corner of the room and Yuuri dropped the disc like it had burnt him. When did Victor

Victor was standing in a corner, a bag of groceries clutched to his chest and he was trying to look...small somehow. His shoulders were hunched and he wouldn't meet Yuuri's eyes. If Yuuri could have met his, at this moment, anyway.

"V-Victor," Yuuri exclaimed, and winced at how awful his voice sounded. He had no idea what to say. Or do.

"I'm sorry," Victor repeated, miserably and seemed to shrink into the corner even further. The ache inside Yuuri's chest was beginning to spread to the tips of his fingers and if he didn't do anything soon, he was sure he'd collapse.

So he walked forward, keeping his pace slow and measured, even as his own chest tried to cave in. He didn't want to startle Victor. Didn't want to hurt him with sudden movements, in case that bothered him. He wasn't even sure if Victor wanted to be touched right now. When he was close enough, he swallowed and took a bracing breath. "Why are you sorry?"

"You weren't meant to know about that –ever."

"Then I'm sorry, Victor. If I had known, I would not have watched it. Not," he added, quickly, "that I didn't want to know, but I know me finding out like this has hurt you." A pause. "Can I touch you?"

Victor took a while in responding, but he set aside the groceries aside and nodded in the end. Yuuri breathed a sigh of relief and stepped forward to fold Victor into his arms, only to stagger when Victor's entire weight came to rest over him. Victor had simply collapsed on top of him, but at that moment Yuuri had no complaints.

He rubbed Victor's back and hair, gentle, so gentle because Victor did look as if he'd shatter if he wasn't. He coaxed Victor into following him to the couch and there he settled both of them comfortably. Victor was sprawled over his body, face hidden in Yuuri's chest as he trembled and clung tighter to Yuuri.

Yuuri had a lot of questions, but no way of asking them. He didn't even know if it was his place; if it was even appropriate; if there was anything he could do at all at this stage. But: if holding Victor close like this for the rest of their lives helped, he would do it. His eyes stung a little still.

"It's not that you finding out this hurts, Yuuri," Victor said after a long time had passed and his trembling has eased somewhat. "The video — I'm the one who left it there for you."

Yuuri's hand froze over Victor's head. "What?"

"I was too scared of talking about it directly. I had no idea how you would react, so I thought the best way would be to just...let you see it, I guess. I would have asked Yakov, but he still has a lot of leftover guilt from this incident, so I had to make a choice."

Yuuri stared at Victor, feeling like someone had put his brain through the blender. "What?" He repeated, feeling dumb.

Victor lifted his face from Yuuri's chest. His eyes were dry but his face was drawn, the line of his lips drawn thin and taut for once. "At first I didn't want to tell you because it was scary. What would you think? Would you hate me or want to leave?"

"Wait," Yuuri said, interrupting before Victor would continue, because he felt he had to. "Before you say anything more, there is no need for you to worry about those things. I'm not going to leave or hate you because of this."

Victor blinked. Some of then tension seeped from his face and he lowered his eyes for a bit. "All right," he conceded. "Thank you, Yuuri. I thought that you should know still, because sooner or later, we'd probably have sex — that is, if you'd like to, because I do want to. And it's not fair to either of us if you didn't know, I guess. I'm not sure if I have lingering trauma from what happened, but I don't want to find out in the middle of something with you, and then freaking you out as well."

Yuuri put his hand back on Victor's hair again and stroked it gently, brushing it off his eye and caressing his face gently. Victor melted into his touch and closed his eyes, making Yuuri's heart throb painfully.

"I see. It makes sense. I'm sorry — it must have been so hard and so painful. Having gone through that, then dealing with it for all these years, and then not being able to share it with me because you had no idea how I might react to it." The last few words came as a whisper because Yuuri was crying now, and once the dam broke, he couldn't stop.

"Yuuri?" Victor's eyes fluttered open, then crinkled in distress as he noticed Yuuri's tears. "Why are you crying?"

"Because I'm sad," Yuuri replied and drew Victor closer, even though they were pressed so close together. "I love you. I love you. I love you so much."

Victor kissed him, kissed away his tears even as his own fell on Yuuri's cheeks. He kissed until Yuuri kissed him back, kissed him breathless and forgot about their tears. Victor snuggled into Yuuri's body again and made himself at home there while Yuuri gently brushed Victor's lovely, soft, short hair with his fingers.

"If you don't mind me asking," Yuuri asked after a long bout of comfortable, companionable silence. "I hope this didn't happen again? And...where are these men now?" Yuuri couldn't keep the venom out of his voice.

"It had happened once before this, but never afterwards, no. Yakov didn't let it happen. As for those men, they are now irrelevant. Once I got the CD from them, any leverage they might have had was gone too. You shouldn't underestimate the clout the title of Living Legend holds in Russia. If they had tried to destroy my career, and if as a result we lost gold medals in competitions, the entire nation would have hated them. It wasn't hard to get them to relinquish this."

"Huh," Yuuri said faintly. "That's good to hear. I'm glad you didn't have to go through that again."

"Yes." Victor nodded and pressed his face into the crook of Yuuri's neck, breathing there softly. "Because there wouldn't have been a third time. I wouldn't have survived it, Yuuri, and that is sad because then I would have never met you." Victor's fingers dug into the flesh of Yuuri's arms, hard enough to hurt.

A world without Victor, not something Katsuki Yuuri wanted to contemplate about. He pressed his cheek to Victor's hair and took a deep, calming breath. "I'm glad about that too, Victor. Is there anything I can do for you? Right now?" His voice was a fragile, brittle thing right now, but he couldn't help it.

Victor seemed to consider it for a while, before he lifted his head to look at Yuuri again. "Just stay with me and never leave."

The line startled Yuuri enough to make him break into a small laugh. "I was already planning to do that, but Victor—"

"Yes?" Victor's eyes twinkled a little, wet though they were.

"That's my line, you know."

And then Victor laughed with him too.


[this is the ending, folks! I'm sorry it was more of a feels parade than smut...someone else can write that, because I have FAILED. anyway, I might or might not write a coda to this where Yuuri and Victor have sex for the first time! but it might be too fluffy for me, I might be busy w/ work again, and might be stuck with writer's block, so I make no promises. thanks for reading so far, hope you enjoyed, writer!nonnie out! o/]

Re: [Part IV- End] Victor Nikiforov/Others, Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov

(Anonymous) 2017-03-01 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
Awww, this is sweet. I like that Yuuri is so understanding.

I'm kind of confused about what Victor says about the past, though. He says it only happened once before that time, but part 2 made it seem like he sleeps with his sponsors a lot. Was he only talking about a gangbang specifically? And he says Yakov didn't let it happen again, but I'm curious about why - just because they filmed it without permission?

Re: [Part IV- End] Victor Nikiforov/Others, Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov

(Anonymous) 2017-03-01 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
He means the gangbang! And the reason they put an end to it, as in, Yakov etc. is because they didn't use protection. Can't have their star athlete getting sick. (Sorry for inserting random plot into this lmao, and then not explaining. Hope that helps!)