“Put that camera down right now! How do I know the angle of those shots are gonna be worthy? At least have the decency of obtaining my approval before you upload those! I can’t have my image ruined like this so early on!”
Yuuri shielded his eyes from the morning sky, resting the pad of his thumb atop his signature blue frames. “How long has he been up there?”
“Uhhh, don’t know. However long it took for the kids to see him and start taking photos? Which was when we got here. Maybe an hour ago or so?”
“Hmmm.” If Yuuri remained staring up for much longer, he was going to pinch a nerve in his neck. He could not even be sure if the view was a good one or not.
From the roof of Ice Castle, a man was hanging, a golden cape snagged on a broken section of drain pipe. His legs kicked occasionally, high-heels tipped and pointed accusingly at the triplets snapping away below. Yuuri could not be sure if that would make for good social media buzz or not, but if their father was not stopping them, he would not object.
Very shapely legs, Yuuri would give him that. Not many men had to structure or confidence to pull off pink thigh-high boots.
“Can you get him down, Eros? It’s almost opening time. I don’t know what the customers are gonna think.”
Yuuri flashed his best public smile. “Just keep your girls safe and out of the way.” With a click of his heels, Yuuri leapt.
A single stride took him halfway up the side of the building, the short fabric of his skirt ruffling with the sweet-scented breeze he generated. The red insole of Yuuri’s boot planted firm on the edge of the roof. From down below, he heard the rapid continous clicking of cell phone cameras.
From down by his feet, he heard a “Wow amazing!”
Frigidly blue eyes stared up at him from behind a golden mask. Yuuri felt himself groan. Not another one… That jawline though. Wow amazing indeed.
“Eros! You’ve come to save me!”
Masked-and-Gorgeous thrust his arms out in invitation to Yuuri. The broken drain pipe buckled under the sudden motion, dropping. Yuuri seized fistfuls of golden cape, preventing the culprit from dropping with it. A chorus of impressed “ooooh"s floated up to the roof, sounding over the crash of metal on concrete.
“Ahhh, help me, I haven’t figured out if I can fly yet!”
“Stop squirming then!” Yuuri yelled back to the panicking man, winding the fabric of the cape around his wrist to pull him up far enough to be able to grab onto his arms. Yuuri’s grip slipped. The man yelped as he dropped an inch before Yuuri managed to latch on again. “Get your feet against the wall and help me!”
“These shoes are Louboutin’s, I’ll die first!”
Yuuri chose not to point out that drop of not nearly two stories would not kill him. He did contemplate letting go in demonstration. Probably not while the triplets are recording though. “Can you– you need to– I need you to– what’s your name?”
“Oh!” The heart-shaped smile that got flashed at Yuuri was breath-taking. Not literally. If it had been, Yuuri might have dropped Masked-and-Gorgeous. “I am the masked villain Vicious! But you can call me Victor for short.” He winked, as if his ridiculously expensive shoes weren’t in danger of being ruined.
“That isn’t really shorter?”
“I just want to hear you say my name.”
“Ohmygod,” Yuuri muttered under his breath and heaved.
There was a rip. A shout. Several actually. Then a massive weight knocking Yuuri over in a tangle of limbs and fabrics. For a moment he was not sure where he ended and Victor began. Perhaps with the knee pressed precariously high between his thighs.
Yuuri’s hands plunged down to cover his frilly undergarments while his head snapped up to glare at– a very well sculpted chest. Why did he have to be so massively gay? Thank heavens he was so massively gay. Because the laced corset that Victor wore had a heart-shaped breast window. “Oh…”
Before Yuuri could process a single thing past the delightfully dusty pink nipples that he was eye-to-eye with, he was tackled, arms looping around his neck.
“I can’t believe Eros rescued me!”
“What… You said you were-…. I don’t understand?” Though Yuuri could hardly be blamed for not being able to think straight with such a fine male specimen planted in his lap.
“Oh, let me explain!” Victor pulled back and smiled again. Yuuri’s heart went doki-doki. “Eros, I am here to challenge you! From this day forth, I shall be your mortal enemy!” With a flourish, Victor tipped up his golden mask and winked. “Surprise!”
Yuuri’s heart stopped. Because that wasn’t just a Victor.
That was his Victor. Very suddenly, Yuuri regretted his profession.
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