Prompt Post 1

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

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


Ao3 collection:
https://archiveofourown.org/collections/YuriOnIceKink

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Re: Any/Any, Fuck or Die and/or Bad guys made them do it - Fill, Ashes on the Water [2/?]

[(Anonymous)]

<3 I hope you all enjoy the rest of this as well.
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Yakov held back a sigh and looked at Victor again. He could feel the weight of a dozen stares on the two of them, which he did his best to ignore. Victor still trembled, and his breath was too fast for Yakov's liking. "Vitya," he murmured again, slowly pulling his arm from Victor's grip and rubbing his back. "Shhh." Victor closed his eyes, swallowed, and started to get his breathing under better control. Yakov reached a hand up, then hesitated; Victor liked having his hair stroked on the rare occasion that he was sick or seriously upset, but Yakov wondered if he would want him to after the leader had been playing with it a few minutes ago. But Victor leaned into his hand, so he ran it down the length a couple of times, combed his fingers through the soft, fine strands once. He seemed much calmer now. Good. "Aren't you going to untie his hands?"

The leader looked around. "Anyone here think he needs his hands? Anyone?" Silence. "No? I don't think so, either."

Yakov frowned. That meant that he would have to take a bit more care – now that Victor was up properly in the chair, straddling Yakov's lap, he should be able to keep himself upright, at least.

Someone shuffled in place, shoes scraping against the concrete. Yakov cursed inside his head again, and hoped he'd be able to take this slowly for Victor's sake. Not that he especially wanted to draw it out, but the longer Yakov had his hands on him, the longer the police had to find them, and the longer it would be before these people who wanted to hurt him would get to touch him. Hoped that they would be willing to wait for what they thought was their turn, so long as they got their entertainment, the show they wanted to see the two of them put on.

He slid his hand to Victor's cheek and cupped it gently, ran his thumb along his cheekbone, underneath one large blue eye. Victor blinked at him and ducked his head into it for a moment, enough that Yakov could feel his eyelashes brushing his skin. His stare was uncomfortable, and while he no longer looked as scared as he had before, Yakov could still read please help me and you know what to do, right? in them. It didn't help Yakov's ill feeling at all, which sat heavy in his stomach. So he closed his own eyes as he started to tug Victor in, tilting his head.

He had intended for it to be a gentle kiss – not very exciting to watch, perhaps, but something to ease Victor into it. It wasn't, but that wasn't his fault; it was Victor who smashed their lips together, to his surprise, bruisingly hard. Yakov had to push at him until it was no longer painful, and he had to dig his fingers in Victor's hair and urge him back a bit more for it to be anywhere close to nice. Eventually, he gave up on it and managed to pull away.

Victor bit his lip. He was jittering with nerves again – maybe he was trying to get this over with as fast as possible. Yakov pulled his head down, both to give him a moment to calm again and to be able to whisper in his ear, "They want us to make a show for them, Vitya," in case he hadn't picked up on that point yet. Victor was a natural-born performer. As long as he wasn't too scared, he could probably play it up for the people watching them. He felt Victor nod slightly.

One of the men was laughing. "Looks like he has a crush on his coach, don't you think?"

"Poor kid's practically gagging for it."

"Hah, guess it's the old man who won't put out."

Thankfully, Victor seemed to be ignoring their stupid commentary as he leaned back and let Yakov guide them into another kiss. Softer, this time, and actually – as far as the physical sensations went, it was pleasant. Warm, a little wet from Victor's teeth digging into his lip, and he could feel Victor relaxing against him as the kiss went on. He tucked a hand around his neck, moved a little, kept it slow, tried to turn off all the higher brain functions that wanted to think about their situation and their audience and who exactly it was in his lap.

When they broke apart, it was Victor who pushed up for a second kiss, a third, made a small noise when Yakov pulled away again. There was a light, becoming flush to his cheeks, and he didn't look distressed, and for just a moment Yakov almost would have been able to forget that they were being made to kiss and soon other things, that the pink cheeks weren't from the chill outside.

...not that he would have had Victor straddling his lap, otherwise. But at least he didn't look miserable. That was an improvement.

Yakov paid no attention to the comments on how pretty Victor looked and kissed him again. Opened his mouth, this time, and Victor caught on, let him push his tongue into his mouth. Yakov drew back enough to make it more visible, and the voices around them died instantly.

It took Victor a while to start responding instead of simply letting himself be kissed – which was fine, and more than understandable. But it didn't help Yakov feel any less uncomfortable, both because it reminded him of how neither of them wanted to do this, and because frankly, it was unappealing to kiss someone who just sat there. Eventually, though, Victor shifted in his lap and changed the angle, made some effort at kissing back before leaning away. Yakov couldn't quite read his expression now, as it was too blank, but hopefully that meant he was doing okay. The flush had deepened and turned his whole face red, and hot under his fingers when he went to brush some strands of hair out of Victor's eyes.

Nobody was telling them to move on, yet, so Yakov moved his fingers down to Victor's jaw, though he didn't put any pressure on it. He waited for Victor to swallow, adjust his shoulders, and start to lean in again before kissing him. Victor was clearly trying to seem more enthusiastic this time, pushing his tongue against Yakov's and making some noises that sounded very fake to Yakov's ears. He heard a deep voice chuckling somewhere to the left. "Look at that, boss, guess he likes it after all."

When Victor took a moment to catch his breath, Yakov glanced around his head and saw the leader smirking. He felt his own lip curl in response, and masked it by pressing his mouth to Victor's cheek. Victor turned and caught it with his own mouth, though the angle was a bit strange and made Yakov worried enough about his ability to balance that he slid a hand down Victor's back to make sure he didn't tip over backward or, more likely, strain a muscle somewhere.

He had been half-expecting to start feeling something from this now that Victor was participating, especially given how long it had been for him – since before his divorce. Even if he didn't want to be doing this with Victor, surely his body wouldn't know the difference. But the thing was, Victor wasn't any good at these deeper kisses. He kept knocking their teeth together, or accidentally coming close to biting his tongue. Yakov couldn't help but wonder if it was nerves, or focusing on making it look good for their audience, or if it was just plain inexperience. And that lead to the thought of whether Victor had ever slept with anyone before, maybe one of those other teenagers making eyes at him at a competition. Yakov very much did not want to know about his students' sex lives, beyond reminding them to be sensible and safe about it, but please let this not be his first time. This situation was bad enough already.

"Get on with it," someone snapped, making Victor start and break the kiss. A minor argument erupted among their kidnappers when someone else elbowed him and said that this was the best part. Even the leader dragged his eyes away from Victor to look amused at his subordinates' disagreement.

It seemed very strange to him, but it did give them a few moments for themselves. Victor tucked his head into the side of the Yakov's neck and panted.

"Vitya?" He touched Victor's hair.

"I'm fine," Victor whispered, and he so clearly wasn't that it caused a twist in his gut. If only there was something else to do. If only there weren't so many of them. A spat wasn't going to distract a dozen armed people enough to even think of trying to fight back.

"Your hands?"

Victor wriggled them. "They're fine." They weren't changing color, either, so the rope wasn't tied too tightly.

The argument was already resolving as some members intervened and shoved people apart. "Go on," the leader said.

Victor stayed slumped against Yakov for another few seconds, but then he took a shuddering breath and straightened. He rolled his shoulders – they were probably getting stiff from being kept in one position for so long – and tilted his head back slightly.

Lilia had liked the line of his neck. Yakov could remember her commenting on it, one afternoon at the rink, as Victor practiced a program. He could hear her voice as he touched Victor's throat, pale and too vulnerable, soft under his dry fingertips. Victor tilted his head back a little further as Yakov's hand slid down it to where the first button of his shirt was already undone.

The thought of stripping Victor in front of all these people was another unpleasant one. He didn't need to, in order to do what they wanted. But they looked like they were expecting it, and even Victor looked like he was, and it would get them a few minutes. Maybe more than a few, if the people around them liked watching foreplay enough.

Victor tensed when Yakov slid his hand under the shirt to wrap around the juncture of his neck and shoulder – then forcibly, visibly relaxed. Yakov gave him a moment, kissing his neck to give them something to look at, before undoing the next button on his shirt, letting his hand move slowly down the skin. He managed to find the pulse point with his lips and kept them there as he worked on the rest of the buttons, felt how Victor's heart pounded harder as more and more buttons were undone.

Yakov sighed as he straightened up. Now he was the one who needed a moment, eyes shut against the sight in front of him. And then he kept going. Pushed the shirt open more widely until most of Victor's chest was visible. Drew his hands down Victor's neck, past his collar, skipped down to settle them at his waist for now. Victor seemed smaller like this, thinner, with his shirt hanging loose and Yakov's hands covering most of his waist.

"Hey, boss, I thought of a reason to untie his hands," someone said, craning to get a better look at Victor's torso underneath his open shirt.

"Yeah, no sense in covering anything up," someone else chimed in.

"True," the leader said. "Hm, although... I don't think we need to untie him to get a better look. Not when he looks so good like that." He tapped the arm of a woman standing a few feet away. "Get it off him, would you?"

She drew a knife and approached. Victor twisted around to see what was going on, and when he saw the knife, he shifted closer to Yakov. He wasn't visibly nervous, but Yakov rubbed his shoulder anyway. "Shhh, Vitya. Keep still." He swept Victor's hair off his neck and brought it around in front, so it wouldn't be in the way of the knife.

He watched the woman carefully as she slid the knife over the ropes, into the cuff of Victor's shirt, and started to cut it off. It had to be nerve-wracking, feeling her slice into the fabric right next to his skin, unable to see most of it. Victor stayed very, very still as she cut up each sleeve, up his back, and pulled the fabric away. Yakov grudgingly admitted to himself that for what it was, she did a good job; she stayed in control of her blade and didn't make the smallest cut on Victor's skin, and didn't even pause to ogle the newly-revealed muscle. She was quick, professional, and didn't hurt him, and when she was done, she tossed the scraps of the shirt to the side and went back to her place, face blank.

Re: Any/Any, Fuck or Die and/or Bad guys made them do it - Fill, Ashes on the Water [2/?]

[(Anonymous)]

(OP) I'm so glad I decided to check here before going to bed... this is so... one wants to calm both Victor and Yakov and whilst the kink-part of me is really looking forward to them going on, there is this other part that somehow hopes that maybe someone will save them. Because it feels as if there was a possibility for that... which would/will mamke it all the more tragic if/when nobody comes in time to prevent it from happening.

With this I happily go to bed, thank you so much :)

Re: Any/Any, Fuck or Die and/or Bad guys made them do it - Fill, Ashes on the Water [2/?]

[(Anonymous)]

So painful and so good! I love how you're dragging it out.

Re: Any/Any, Fuck or Die and/or Bad guys made them do it - Fill, Ashes on the Water [2/?]

[(Anonymous)]

This is soooo good, I'm shook