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: Yuuri KatsukixVictor Nikiforov, noncon, dark!Yuuri - FILL - Never Enough 3/3

[(Anonymous)]

A/N: If anyone is still following this, sorry for the wait, I hope you like the last installment~

'Mmmm yeah. Just like that', Yuuri was mumbling to himself, as he worked Victor open on his fingers. 'Nice, very nice.'

Victor tried not to make any sound, biting his lip furiously instead, until he tasted blood, face buried in the fancy hotel room carpet. Tears were blurring his vision and it hurt, but he wasn't going to give Yuuri the satisfaction of hearing him cry out. He tried to move his arms, but his wrists were tied together painfully tight, the rope digging into his skin. He bit back another sob at his helplessness.

'Have you done this before?' Yuuri asked, conversationally.

'What, been raped?' Victor replied, resentfully.

'No', Yuuri answered evenly, ignoring the accusation entirely. 'Ever get fucked before?'

'If that was ever at any point your business, it's not anymore', Victor replied with relish. 'You don't get to know this about me. In fact, you don't get to know anything more about me. You've officially lost that right, Yuuri.' Sure, he was tied up, but he could still try to hurt Yuuri.

But Yuuri merely snorted.

'Yeah, right. All this to say, I'm probably the first to fuck you. I don't think you let anyone this close. Fucked others, probably. But let others do this to you, nah...'

Victor closed his eyes tightly and did not reply because Yuuri was accidentally and cruelly quite right.

'Aren't I lucky', Yuuri murmured, taking his silence as assent. He pulled out his fingers abruptly, deeming Victor sufficiently prepared, then grunted as he pushed Victor to lay on his back, and settled over him. 'As much as I think your ass is one of your best features, I want to watch your face as I fuck you', Yuuri explained. 'And most importantly, I want your eyes on me.' He bent and kissed Victor's lips in a parody of affection.

Victor writhed in annoyance as his arms were uncomfortably trapped at the small of his back, pressed into the ground by Yuuri's weight on him.

'Just hurry up and finish this', Victor snarled. 'You're most definitely a virgin so you're probably not gonna last long.' The jab would have worked like a charm against the old Yuuri but this Yuuri merely grinned.

'You just keep telling yourself that, babe. Remember my stamina. I'm gonna be screwing you into next week.'

'Fuck off and die', Victor replied, only to scream as Yuuri pushed inside him clumsily, without any warning.

If Victor had his hands free, he would have used them to cover his face, and muffle his shameful sobs, but as it were, he could only turn his face away and squeeze his eyes shut.

Yuuri seemed momentarily overwhelmed by the sensation of being inside Victor, so he just lay there briefly, heavily unresponsive, breathing erratically. For a few seconds, Victor allowed himself to hope that despite his boasting, Yuuri would end up coming immediately and maybe the humiliation of it would shock him back into normality. But soon, Yuuri regained his control and started thrusting, first experimentally, his rhythm off and hesitant, then as he gained more confidence, his thrusts became hard and unforgiving.
'This is better than I imagined it would be', Yuuri said, evenly, like this was a normal everyday occurence.

Victor tried to think of something else, of anything else, of Makkachin and black tailed gulls and the ocean. But the problem was that every thought brought him eventually back to Yuuri and what Yuuri was doing to him, and the pain of betrayal.

"Don't you look away, or close your eyes, Victor! Don't ever ever take your eyes off me!" Yuuri reacted suddenly, with such vicious anger that Victor actually felt terrified.

He hated to look at Yuuri in those moments because Yuuri's features were well known and yes, despite everything, well liked, but in that moment they were a mockery of the man Victor loved. Yuuri looked unhinged and there was a dark and careless brutality where Victor had previously glimpsed only shyness and gentleness.

"This is the second time I've made you cry, isn't it?' He followed the question with a particularly hard thrust, and Victor cried out, despite himself.

'Oy! Keep it down over there, lovebirds!' came a sudden shout from outside. Victor recognized the voice as belonging to Chris.

Yuuri froze immediately on top of Victor and his palm came down hard over Victor's mouth. Victor's chest rose and fell rapidly, his heart beating fast with the imminent possibility of rescue. Yuuri was silent and still for a few seconds, frightened of exposure, as he tightened his palm over Victor's mouth and leaned over him menacingly, as the steps on the hallway got closer and closer.

'Do I need to gag you?' came Yuuri's barely audible but threatening whisper.

Victor gathered all his strength to scream, but then he heard Chris' lewd chuckle:
'Have fun, boys! Don't do anything I wouldn't do!' and then his retreating steps down the hall.

Yuuri smirked and removed his palm from Victor's mouth, only to cover it with his own mouth instead. Victor could feel Yuuri smile against his lips, as he kissed Victor lewdly, and started to fuck him again, with renewed insistence. But the pain in Victor's body took second place to the pain of what he saw as an unexpected betrayal.
It hurt Victor in new and strange ways, that his best friend, Chris, would chuckle softly and tease while Victor was being abused - that Chris could mistaken Victor's cry of pain for a cry of pleasure. How could he do that, how? The world was twisted, everything was skewed and broken beyond repair.

Yuuri was thrusting faster and more carelessly now, bold and reassured as the threat of exposure was removed. He sank his teeth into Victor's shoulder, leaving a mark. He dug nails into his hips as he pulled his ass onto his cock faster and faster.

"Fucking look at me, Victor", Yuuri growled, slapping him.

Victor hadn't even noticed he had closed his eyes again. He opened them slowly, and fixed Yuuri with an empty vacant stare. But Yuuri didn't notice the lack of consciousness behind the gaze.

"You have such beautiful eyes. Especially when you're crying because of me," Yuuri told him, thrusting erratically a few more times, before he came inside Victor.

'Maybe', Victor thought, as his hands were finally untied, 'now I can go away to a dark place to die, like a wounded animal.'

But no, Yuuri would not allow him such a blessed respite.

'Where do you think you're going?' he muttered, albeit sleepily, as Victor, having painstakingly dressed himself, was moving towards the door. 'Don't you get it, Victor? You're mine now. And you're not going anywhere without me - ever again.'
Yuuri stood up and grabbed Victor's arm, pulling him away from the door, and Victor, instead of kicking him and running away, allowed himself to be laid back in bed, Yuuri wrapping himself around him.
'Don't make me tie you up again', Yuuri told him in a quiet whisper, but it rang through Victor's mind like a scream.

And in the early morning, broken in mind and in body, Victor finally fell into a fitful sleep, only to be brought back to painful awareness by Yuuri biting at his neck as he rubbed against his ass, preparing to enter him again. Victor's blood froze in his veins as Yuuri whispered in his ear with as much emotion as this new strange creature inhabiting Yuuri's body was capable of having:

'I can never get enough of you, Victor. Never enough, never enough.'