Chapter 5: Cages

(Happy November! And happy Yuuri's birthday month! I will have more wonderful posts for all of the November Bleach and Yuri on Ice Birthdays, so stay tuned. Love to all, Spunky)

Victor shivered as the police officer cuffed his hands firmly behind his back, then helped him onto shaky legs.

"It's cold out," Yakov said in a low, angry voice as he picked up a white robe and wrapped it around his student's slim body, tying it gently at the waist.

He leaned close to Victor, breathing a few furious words into his ear.

"You fool! You really think that they are going to listen to you? That they will help you find that boy. You are an idiot! You are never going to leave that jail alive, Vitya. If your plan was to find and rescue Yuuri Katsuki, then you have failed."

"We must go," the officer said sternly, "The detective on the case is waiting to question Victor."

"I will answer any questions he has," Victor promised.

Yakov grimaced as Victor was led out of the room.

"Stupid boy!" he snapped softly, shaking his head.

His frown deepened and his fished his phone out of his coat and quickly dialed a number, then waited as the phone rang on the other end, and someone picked up.

"Yeshevskaya," said a woman's stern voice.

"It is Yakov," the old skate instructor replied, "Wait. Don't hang up. This is important."

"Hmph, why should I be talking to you, old man?" the woman scoffed, "If it's important, then you should call someone who gives a damn about you."

"It's about Vitya," Yakov hissed softly, "Olechka, he's been arrested and they are charging him with murder."

The person on the other end of the line went silent for several tense moments, then she cleared her throat and sighed.

"Tell me everything."

XXXXXXXXXX

Yuuri groaned softly and sighed, opening his eyes slowly, then blinking to clear his vision. He suffered a moment of disorientation and he tried to recall where he was. But even staring carefully at the dark wood furniture in the room, the beautiful paintings on the walls, and out the window at the tops of nearby trees and blue skies could not seem to jog his memory. Instead, he just felt confusion and his heart began to pound in his chest.

"Danya?" he called frantically, sitting up in the bed and looking around anxiously.

The bedroom door opened and his husband stepped into the room, carrying a tray filled with delicious looking steaming food and wearing a worried expression.

"Yurik?" he answered, studying Yuuri's face closely, "did you have another bad dream, love?"

"Ah…" Yuuri stammered, blinking as memories began to return to him, "n-no, sorry. I just…I…woke up and forgot where I was for a moment."

Danya moved closer and set his meal down on the nightstand, then sat next to his anxious partner, slipping a supportive arm around him.

"You were unconscious for so long," he sighed, touching his lips tenderly to Yuuri's, "and then with the treatments we tried to get you back on your feet."

Yuuri read the guilty look on his husband's face and shook his head firmly.

"Stop it, Danya," he scolded the older man, "I told you, you have to stop feeling bad that the treatments and surgeries failed to heal my paralysis. I am much improved. I can at least get out of bed and get around a little."

He tilted his head and gave Danya an affectionate look.

"I can get around well enough that you don't have to cook my meals all of the time and keep me in bed."

Danya's pale green eyes narrowed and took on a lusty gleam, and he brought Yuuri down onto his back, attacking the Japanese man's mouth eagerly and plunging inside to explore as Yuuri's hands caressed his back, encouraging him.

"D-danya!" he panted, arching his back and raising his hips to rub against the man on top of him.

Danya shifted to provide more friction, and began to move their clothing out of the way, watching as Yuuri writhed and moaned wantonly beneath him.

The insertion of new memories seems to have successfully blocked out what was there before. He has only brief moments now, where he remembers something that clashes with the new reality that I gave him.

Hmm, I should stop before we get too intimate. I don't know if he would remain stable during the extremes of lovemaking. It should be done gradually. We should ease into this…but…

Danya flinched and hardened as Yuuri thrust upward against him, moaning his name loudly.

Ah, you are irresistible, Yuuri Katsuki.

He smiled down at his writhing captive, smiling wickedly as Yuuri panted out his name again and began sucking on his fingers.

"Danya, make love to me," he begged softly, "Please?"

"Oh, I think we need to…"

"No," Yuuri purred, his brown eyes narrowing and filling with lust as he pushed against his husband and rolled Danya onto his back.

Danya's green eyes widened as Yuuri mounted him, taking him slowly inside, then straightening to ride him.

"Be careful of your back!" the Russian hissed, grabbing Yuuri's hips and holding them carefully as Yuuri rose and fell atop him, groaning, shuddering and calling out his name.

"Danya! Oh god, Danya! Harder, please! Faster!"

"Easy," Danya scolded him, holding Yuuri's hips more tightly and slowing the pace of their thrusts, "Take care, my love. I don't want to hurt you."

"It doesn't hurt at all," Yuuri assured him, "It f-feels so good, Danya. Please go in deeper? Please?"

I shouldn't…

But he found the Japanese man's look of longing to much temptation and gave in, bucking upward as Yuuri came down on him, gasping and moaning luridly.

"Y-yurik!" Danya growled, thrusting upwards harder and pushing his slighter partner to the brink.

Yuuri stiffened for a moment, then quivered with delight as he began a gripping release.

"V-victor!" he screamed, unaware of what had escaped him or how it made his husband's green eyes darken with instant fury and hatred.

Realizing that he was about to lose control, Danya threw Yuuri over, onto his belly and entered him from behind, engaging him in a final bout of hard, fast thrusts that pushed him into an angry, sweltering release. He emptied himself into Yuuri's helpless body, watching with still furious eyes as the Japanese man panted and clenched at the bedding.

It was reckless to let him lure me like that. I asked for this to happen. I should have taken things more slowly. But, he is so beautiful, so very precious. Since I was able to convince him that he was my lover, he has been so charming, so alluring! No wonder Victor loves him.

He bristled at the thought of the Russian man he and his brother had once loved.

I wonder how you will like the inside of a prison, Victor. You won't have to worry about being lonely for company in there. I only wish you knew why it was that you were being so tormented. I want you to know who it was who took this foreign beauty from you, and who got you sent to that horrible place to rot away while I enjoy the one you love!

He coaxed Yuuri onto his back and plumbed the depths of that warm, wonderful mouth again, then he blinked in surprise at seeing tears on Yuuri's pale cheeks. He sat up and pulled Yuuri up with him.

"What is wrong, my love?" he asked worriedly, "Was I too rough with you? Did I hurt you Yurik?"

"N-no," Yuuri answered in a shaky voice, "but…I hurt you. I did it again, didn't I? I said something bad while I was…"

"No!" Danya said reassuringly, covering Yuuri's frowning mouth in kisses, "It was nothing. I told you that these things will happen from time to time. You got overexcited. I pushed you too hard, making love to you like that. It's my fault."

"It's not your fault," Yuuri insisted, taking Danya's handsome face in his hands, "You've only ever been good to me, first as my doctor, then as my lover. You saved my life when that bastard almost killed me with his drunk driving. I'm glad he's gone! I just wish I could stop thinking about him at all! I don't like how he gets into my head sometimes. I know that Victor is dead, but it's like he still just won't leave me alone!"

"Give yourself time," Danya chided him, leaning forward to kiss a teary cheek, "You will forget him, with time. That is why you asked me to bring you here, to my retreat. Do you remember, Yurik? It's why you chose to be called what I call you and to cut off all ties with your old life."

Danya turned away, smirking very slightly as he went on.

"I still wonder if I should have indulged you," he sighed, "To lose Victor was so hard for you."

"No…"

"Then, to lose your friends and your family too," Danya went on, "You cling to nothing of that former life."

"I want nothing of that former life," Yuuri said, climbing onto his lap and kissing him again, "You are all I want, Danya. You are all I need."

But you still keep saying his name when we make love. In the throes of orgasm, you go back to him instinctively, even though it is me who is inside you.

But, he forced a smile and showed nothing of his anger.

"Yes, and you are all I need."

It was a lie, he knew.

After all, Yuuri was just a means to an end. And now that I have him firmly in my grip, I can begin to focus on how to make sure that Victor pays in full for all of the pain he brought to me. You did not die in vain, my brother. Victor killed you, and now I will kill him in the most painful way I can.

He held the Japanese man against his naked body as Yuuri drifted slowly back to sleep, then he exited the bed and showered, his mind now firmly focused on revenge. After bathing and dressing, he left the master bedroom of the cabin and headed to the large family room, where he sat down and turned on the TV, taking a moment to punch in the code to allow the channels to show up. A satisfied smirk formed on his lips as he spotted Victor's image and listened to the news report.

"Reports have come in that Russian skating legend, Victor Nikiforov was released from the hospital and then was immediately arrested and taken into the custody of the Saint Petersburg Police Department. Police have not yet issued a statement, but Victor's longtime coach had this to say when asked about the situation."

Danya scowled as the image of Yakov appeared on the screen.

"Victor is adamant that he has committed no crime. We are not sure what happened to Yuuri Katsuki, but Victor is cooperating with the authorities to try to get to the bottom of this very suspicious situation."

Danya laughed softly and turned off the TV, then he sat in the darkness, his mind going back in time.

He wasn't sure how he had come to be the way he found himself, hanging upside down, held from falling by the tight strap on his body.

"S-syoma? Are you all right?" the silvery haired skater cried, reaching up to loose the strap, "Come, we have to get out of here! The car is catching fire!"

"W-wait, I am…wait, Victor! N-no, What about Rostya? M-my bro…"

"You have to come now!" Victor shouted, hauling him towards the shattered window.

Victor covered his arm with his bound up coat and pushed the pieces of the window out. Even with his arm somewhat protected, he winced as broken glass managed to cut him through the rumpled cloth. Syoma screamed in pain as Victor dragged him out and crawled to a safe place.

"ROSTYA!" Syoma howled.

"I'll get him!" Victor panted, turning back.

A moment later, he was thrown to the ground and raging heat flashed over them as the burning car exploded.

"ROSTYA!" Syoma screamed, fighting Victor as Victor blocked his path to the car and held him away protectively.

"H-he's gone!" Victor sobbed, "Stop it. You'll only be burned up with him, Syoma!"

"I don't care! Let me go! ROSTYA!"

"Danya?" Yuuri's voice said, bringing him out of his reverie.

The Russian's breath caught and he turned to find Yuuri standing in the hallway near him, holding onto the wall and standing on shaky legs.

"Yurik, what are you doing?" he cried, hurrying to catch the Japanese man as his legs quivered and started to give way, "You know you're not supposed to get out of bed without me there. What were you thinking?"

"I…I woke up and you were gone, and the house was so quiet," Yuuri answered, hugging him tightly as Danya lifted him and carried him back to the bedroom, "I'm sorry. I was just…kinda spooked is all."

"I am here," Danya said reassuringly, "I am not going to leave you. I told you before that you are all that matters to me. It's why I worked so hard at your healing. It's why I took a long break from work to be with you here. You must trust me, Yurik. I will always protect you."

He laid Yuuri on the bed and sat down beside him.

"Please, Yurik, you must not be so reckless again. Your legs are too weak for you to be walking alone. I will bring anything that you need and I will take care of everything."

"Yes, I know that, sorry," Yuuri said ruefully, "I just…I was scared without you."

"You have nothing to fear," Danya reassured him, kissing him on the cheek.

It is Victor Nikiforov who lives in fear now.

He will die in terror, just like my brother did…the night that Victor drove drunk and killed him!