It was freezing cold in the ice rink and yet Yuri could feel beads of sweat forming at his hairline. A roaring primal instinct in the blonde child was urging him to flee as fast as he could with his tail tucked firmly between his legs but his body just wouldn't obey. Every single muscle had been completely paralyzed, and he felt like he was an outsider in his own body, his mind distorted and disconnected.

He simply watched uselessly with numb horror as Mila and Georgi helped Yuuri limp slowly out of the rink. And he watched silently as Victor made to follow. But then Victor paused. And Yuri felt his body tensing up. The harsh sound of ice being sliced under blades was the only warning he got before he found himself pinned down by cold cerulean eyes. The normally warm blues had been completely warped by frosty ice. The gaze sent a sharp jolt through his veins, throwing him roughly back to reality.

Without hesitating, he hastily spun around and quickly tried to make his escape, his pale reflection staring back at him from the glaze of the ice he was staring at.

"Yuri Plisetsky."

It was the harsh way that his name was spilled that made him ground his skates into the ice as he came to a sharp stop.

"Da?" he asked quietly, the acidic turmoil of emotions churning in his belly causing him to unconsciously fall back to his native language. The normal bite behind every word he usually said was completely absent.

"Look at me."

The sharp command seized control of him and he found himself obeying unwittingly. Almost instantly, he cringed at how out of character he was behaving. The way Victor was talking down to him like a child should have raised his hackles immediately and yet here he was acting so pliant and placid. The anger that enwraped him from that realization was like a bucket of ice water had been dumped over him. Shaking the haze that had enveloped him since the incident, he planted a defiant glare onto his face, staring petulantly back at the silver haired man. The ice tiger of Russia did not bow down to anyone.

"Yuri. You will drop that glare and change it to something more respectful right now."

And Yuri was so surprised that he actually did drop the look. For a second. As soon as he registered what Victor said fully, indignance roared fiercely through his tiny frame and he opened his mouth to cuss Victor out in every language he knew but before he even could get a word out, blades were slicing the ice once again and Yuri found his chin gripped bruisingly between cold fingers. He only had a second to splutter before his face was tugged up to face the older russian.

"Koneko-chan. It seems I've been letting you run wild for too long. My mistake. Perhaps some discipline will change your attitude, yes?"

Yuri was so shocked that he could barely comprehend the words being uttered to him let alone formulate a response but before he even got the chance, Victor was already skating away. He paused just as he reached the entrance of the rink, resting his hand casually on the barrier.

"You will go and wait for me in mine and Yuuri's house. If you disobey me, I will find you and you will be sorry."

And with those parting words, he was gone.

Yuri jammed the brass key forcefully into the designated hole, wrenching the front door open as roughly as he could in a fit of spite. He still couldn't believe how Victor had talked to him like that just because of his stupid pet pig! Still filled to the brim with self-righteous anger he stormed into Victor's house, making sure to rub as much dirt and snow as he could onto the hardwood floor.

After Katsudon had moved to Russia, the couple had decided to get a place to actually settle down in so they had moved from Victor's modest apartment to a beautiful two story modern house on private property completed with a garden and a pool. It was beautiful and lavish, unlike Yuri's cold and desolate apartment. Maybe that was why he found himself here more often than his own house.

He didn't know why he started doing it, maybe he was lonely or sad, or both. But on cold and gloomy days, he'd find himself wandering over to the couple's house, forcing his way in and demanding that Yuuri make him food. And then his intrusion evolved to sleeping over occasionally when it was too late to walk home alone. And before he knew it, he had practically moved in, claiming the guest bedroom as his own. He was so rarely home that he even had to move his cat over so that she didn't starve.

Said cat, a colorpoint ragdoll cat named Potya, was currently licking her paw daintily in the doorway as Makkachin tried to maul him with love. Artfully dodging the always ecstatic poodle, he rolled his eyes at the pair before carelessly kicking his shoes off and trudging further into the house.

He knew he had messed up. Big time. He knew better than most people that while Victor was a huge man child, he had a serious side and was terrifying when angered. Storming into his room, he threw his tiny body onto the bed, stuffing his face into a cat themed pillow.

He surprised even himself when he felt angry little tears leaking from his viridescent eyes.

"Fuck!" he yelled, sitting up and rubbing harshly at his face.

Fuck Victor and fuck Katsudon too for making him feel this way! And yet...he knew it was his fault. it was all his fault. He shouldn't have indulged himself, shouldn't have lulled himself into a false facade of contentment because he knew he would be left behind in the end. Yuri wasn't stupid. He knew he was unpleasant, unlikeable in every way. Really, he had to applaud Victor and Katsudon for putting up with him for so long. It was his own damn responsibility that he got attached and that he was feeling this way.

Digging his teeth into the soft flesh of his lip, he glanced around the room, feeling emptiness settle in his stomach.

He knew what he had to do.

"What are you doing?"

A high pitched scream escaped from a very startled little kitten who dropped the sock he was holding before spinning around to the face the unexpected intruder.

Said intruder was lounging casually against the door frame to Yuri's room, dressed in a cream turtle neck and slacks which he definitely was not wearing the last time Yuri saw the idiot man.

"Holy shit! What the fuck, Victor? Where the hell did you come from?" Yuri yelped, a hand clutching at his heart.

The man merely raised an eyebrow before pushing off the frame and walking into the room, his sharp eyes critically taking in the state of Yuri's room. It was like a tornado had torn through the place, clothes strewn everywhere, knicks knacks all over the floor, and right in the middle of the mess, an open suitcase filled to the brim with items falling out. Victor glanced back up to Yuri who looked like a deer caught in headlights.

"Answer me, Yuri. What is this?"

Yuri finally got over Victor literally appearing out of nowhere to cross his arms firmly across his chest, a scoff falling from his lips.

"Isn't it obvious? I'm leaving this shithole like you wanted," he huffed, glaring at Victor.

The older russian look surprised.

"Excuse me?" he asked incredulously.

Yuri glared harder, trying to ignore the sharp pang in his heart. Why did Victor insist on humiliating him like this? He really had hoped Victor would allow him to pack alone and then disappear into the night but he guessed that was just wishful thinking.

"What? It was obvious you sent me here to pack my shit and leave and I get it okay! I hurt your precious katsudon and so of course you wouldn't want me here anymore so can you just leave me alone so I can get my stuff in peace?! I promise I'll get out of your hair after I'm done. Forever," he ended his rant with that promise and a childish stomp with his right foot, fighting the urge to cry. Again.

During Yuri's little speech, Victor's eyebrows were furrowed but after a moment, they smoothed out and he let out a small chuckle.

Yuri faltered slightly before he felt his hackles raising as he hardened his glare.

"What?!" He hissed.

Victor didn't answer. Instead he smirked at the fuming child before carefully maneuvering himself around the mess on the floor, heading towards the bed. When he finally reached the cat shaped queen sized bed, he plopped down casually, leaning back on his arms. He looked at Yuri for a long moment, his face infuriatingly blank, before he spoke.

"Ah, looks like there's been a misunderstanding," he started, "you're not being kicked out."

Yuri's eyes widened before he narrowed them to slits, very much mimicking a cat.

"I'm not?" he asked dubiously.

The silver haired man made a small sound of assent before cocking his head to the side. Waiting.

Yuri swallowed slowly as his eyes flitted to the tiger hoodie lying at his feet uncertainly.

"I...I don't understand," he finally spoke out, fidgeting slightly with the hem of his shirt.

Victor hummed patiently.

"What exactly don't you understand?"

The child looked up to glare at Victor, frustration leaking out from him.

"I hurt your fiance! Aren't you going to like do something? To...get revenge or whatever?" He huffed.

Victor' eyebrows furrowed once again.

"Well, yes, I am going to 'do something', although it's not about revenge. Really, where you get all these strange ideas is beyond me." He sighed, laughter dancing in his eyes.

Yuri's eyes widened. He knew it! It would be weird if Victor didn't do anything. Revenge, getting even, those were things he could understand. He wondered what Victor would do. Maybe beat him up? Hurt his leg like how he hurt Yuuri's? And he was being so nonchalant about it too! Yuri had really misjudged Victor Nikiforov. He was more sinister than he had thought.

He briefly felt the caress of fear before he shoved it away, steeling himself. Whatever it was Victor was going to do, he could take it. He was a soldier.

A small movement out of the corner of his eye pulled him sharply from his thoughts. Victor now rested his elbows on his knees, chin resting snugly on his hands which were clasped together. His gaze was hard and Yuri stiffened.

"Here's what's going to happen, Yuri. I'm going to pull you over my lap and spank you like the naughty child you are until I think you're sorry." he stated, eyes boring into the blonde boy.

Yuri almost choked on his saliva.

"What?!" he yelled in disbelief.

"You heard me," the silver haired devil spoke casually, pretending not to notice the anger radiating from Yuri.

He simply kept talking.

"So what will you do, Yuri? Will you come to me or will I have to come to you?"

That was the last straw for Yuri. He was done with this sick game.

"Have you finally lost your mind, old man?! Fuck this, I'm out!" he screamed, turning around to stomp away.

Almost immediately, Yuri felt the suffocating change in atmosphere.

"Don't make me angry, Yuri," a chilling voice filled the room.

Yuri swallowed.

"Come here. Now."

Yuri didn't dare take another step but he didn't turn back around and walk to Victor either. That was just crazy. He simply remained where he was and the only indication that he had even heard what Victor had said was the small hitch in his breathing. There was complete silence.

Just when Yuri thought he was going to spontaneously combust from the pressure, he felt a rough grip on his arm before he was spun around to glance into the fuming face of Victor. He barely had time to wonder how Victor had walked across the room to him so silently before he was being pulled abruptly towards the bed.

Victor sat down before dumping a flailing Yuri over his lap.

"Ahh Victor you fuck! I'm gonna kill you!" the kitten bristled, trying his best to cause bodily harm to Victor wherever he could reach.

His struggling was promptly ignored as Victor calmly wrenched his pants and boxers down.

A deep blush blossomed on Yuri's face and he opened his mouth to scream, struggles intensifying.

"Victor! If you don't fucking let me go rig-" his tirade was cut of by a loud sound riverberating through the room.

"What the fu-" he couldn't finish his sentence because he felt it.

The pain.

"Behave, Yuri."

Yuri made a strangled noise and started flailing harder.

"No? Hm. Then we shall continue."

Victor raised his hand once more before bringing it down, harder this time. And again. And again. The sounds of skin hitting skin filled the room onimously along with the sound of startled yells and frustrated growls.

"Yuri. Settle down. You're only making this harder for yourself," Victor interrupted another one of Yuri's animalistic escape attempts, all while bringing his hand down harshly on Yuri's bottom which was slowly turning a dark pink.

"Fuck. you!" Yuri gasped.

Victor sighed.

"You. Are. So. Stubborn." he spoke exasperatedly, punctuating each word with a spank.

"Do you even know why I'm doing this?"

Yuri paused in his thrashing to muster up the most hateful look he could onto his face.

"Because you're a sadistic asshole and you want to hurt me coz you can!"

Victor stiffened before stopping completely. It took Yuri a second to recognize that he wasn't being spanked anymore and he tensed up in the silence, wondering what the fuck Victor was thinking now. He waited.

"You are so dishonest with yourself, Yuri." Victor said, a sigh falling from his lips.

He paused to rub slow circles into Yuri's back before speaking again.

"You know...when I went to check on Yuuri, he had these stitches running up his legs and they looked bad. He was pale, he had eyebags and he never said anything but I knew he was in pain," here he paused to chuckle, "and yet, do you know what the first thing he said was? He said, 'is Yurio okay? He doesn't feel bad or anything, right? I don't want to distract him when World's is coming up."

Yuri stiffened completely before sagging down slightly onto Victor's lap. His lips wobbled as he tried to form words.

"Why are you telling me this?" he whispered.

Victor continued on as if he hadn't even heard Yuri.

"What you hurt were his legs, Yuri. As a skater, that's our lifeline. He definitely won't be skating anytime soon and who knows if he'll be able to compete at wolds. And here you are," he paused to punctuate his point with a hard smack,"not feeling a single shred of remorse!"

Yuri stiffened. And he felt all the emotions he felt today washing over him. The guilt. The sadness. The fear. The hate for himself. And he broke. He sagged completely against Victor's legs, tears falling freely from his emerald eyes.

"I'm sorry!" he yelped brokenly, "I'm so sorry, Victor!"

Victor hummed, softly continuing to draw circles into Yuri's back.

"Are you still going to fight me on this, Kotenok?"

Yuri hiccuped slightly and shook his head rapidly before burying his head into Victor's slacks, trying to hide the huge flush on his face. He was more than embarrassed. But he was wrong. This was what he needed.

"So, tell me Yuri. Why are we here?"

Yuri bit his lip before replying in a watery tone.

"I...I hurt Yuuuuuri," he sobbed, slurring slightly on Yuuri's name in his distress.

Victor hummed again and brought his hand down on Yuri's bottom again. He spanked in rapid succession a few times before pausing again.

"How did you hurt him?" he prompted gently, the loud cries of the child already hurting his heart greatly.

"I-I kicked!" Yuri whined, sobbing loudly at the pain he felt.

It just burned so bad. And he couldn't stop thinking about Yuuri. Innocent Yuuri who didn't deserve any of his anger and temper tantrums.

"And are we supposed to kick people?" Victor questioned lightly, keeping up a steady stream of hits.

"No," Yuri whined pitifully, "I'm sorrrry, I'll never kick anyone again! I didn't mean to, I'm sorryyy."

Even with all the resolve he was so sure he had before, Victor felt his heart clench and he most certainly was not going to be able to keep this up anymore.

Pitching Yuri forward slightly, he prepared to finish this up.

Yuri definitely sensed something different was happening because he tensed up, kicking his legs slightly.

"I. Don't. Want. To. See. You. Doing. Something. Like. This. Ever. Again. Are. We. Clear?" he questioned sternly, harshly bringing his hand down on Yuri's sit spots with each word.

"Yes!" Yuri cried sadly, kicking out involuntarily at every spank.

As soon as Victor was done, he immediately pulled Yuri up to sit in his lap, hugging him close. His left hand rubbed soothing circles into Yuri's back while his right stroked the head full of blonde locks absent-mindedly. After a few minutes, Yuri had settled down enough to talk.

"Does Yuuri hate me now?" he asked softly, picking at Victor's turtleneck.

Victor immediately stopped all comforting to pull Yuri back and look him straight in the eye.

"Yuri. Never say that again. Yuuri loves you more than anything and I'm pretty sure you could do anything to him and he'd still pet you on the head and tell you how proud of you he is." he said, a serious edge to his voice.

Yuri sniffled.

"B-but he's not gonna be able to skate at worlds and it's all my fault!"

Victor stiffened before biting his lip guiltily.

"Okay. Um. Actually that was a lie."

Yuri's eyes widened.

"What?" he screeched.

Victor coughed awkwardly.

"Yeah actually you barely scratched him. I got slapped for trying to force him into my car and take him to the hospital. Apparently I was 'overreacting'," here he pouted.

He didn't seem to notice how Yuri was fuming with anger.

"Then...then why would you say those things?!" he spat out through gritted teeth.

"Well, you were being so stubborn! I think all you needed was some tough love, hm?" Victor said, a blindingly air headed smile on his face.

Yuri screamed.

Victor didn't even seem to care as he randomly started talking about how 'beautiful and adorable his Yuuri was'.

Yuri was honestly ready to commit murder. How dare Victor make him feel guilty like that?

Before he could start putting some plans into action, Victor turned to look at him, all playfulness gone, a hard edge in his eyes.

"But Yuri. You know what you did was wrong, yes. I don't want to see you acting like that again. You were lucky you didn't seriously injure Yuuri this time, who knows what will happen next time."

Yuri bit his lip before hesitantly nodding. Victor scrutinized him for a moment longer before breaking out into a huge heart-shaped smile.

"Okay, Yurio! Now come! Papa's gonna comfort you and make you feel all better!"

"Shut up, you're not my dad!" Yuri yelled but was promptly ignored as he was pulled into a gross hug.

Admidst Victor's gushing over how cute and adorable he was, Yuri secretly smiled to himself at how Victor had stopped calling him Yuri and was back to calling him by the nickname he pretended to hate, Yurio. He was glad. It warmed his lonely heart to know that he would always be welcomed into the arms of Victor and Yuuri. He had been forgiven.

30 minutes later when Yuuri arrived back home, he nearly fainted at the sight of the state of Yuri's disastous room and Yuri trying to smother Victor with a pillow while Makkachin unwittingly helped by sitting on the pillow. He wanted a divorce.

Bruh Yuuri's already 500% done with Victor (and Yuri's) shit he be wanting a divorce before he even got married XD I'd really love to hear thoughts on my story so far so please feel free to review! Have a nice day!