A tuesday maybe? From your crossroads au! :D
“I thought I’d find you here,” comes a voice Yuuri now knows all too well, a tenor woven into the tiny pockets of his bones. He looks up to see the devil sitting kitty-corner from him, stretched out luxuriously across two seats, his black shoes gleaming as they stick out into the middle of the aisle.
Yuuri shrugs. “I’m a creature of habit,” he replies, and Victor laughs.
“You are marvellous,” he says. “Fascinating on every level. Were you going to go all the way into work?”
Yuuri looks out the window at the tunnel whooshing by them, resting his chin on his hand. “Hadn’t really considered it,” he has to admit. “Probably not. It’s not like this is real, anyway.”
The train around him glitches with a brief burst of static, and Victor smirks.
“Can’t pull one over on you, can I?”
Yuuri looks over and fixes the devil with a sardonic look, one eyebrow raised high. “Isn’t this supposed to be hell? An eternity of torture and damnation? I think you know what that would be for me, and a world without people is not exactly my idea of suffering.”
The devil disappears and reappears sitting next to Yuuri, their thighs touching companionably. He laces his fingers together, staring straight ahead; his smirk softens ever so slightly, and Yuuri feels his own grow more wolfish—teeth bared in a deadly greeting, turning the tables so that predator becomes prey.
“Are you going soft on me, Victor?” he asks, ostensibly flirtatious, but inside he thinks the word challenge. “Making a little slice of heaven inside hell for your favourite toy?”
There is a horrifying screech of static and the empty train car transforms into a bedroom, the seat becoming a massive four-poster bed. Victor is suddenly on top of him, holding Yuuri down, thrusting inside him. Yuuri gasps at the rough snap of Victor’s hips, and Victor leans in close and covers Yuuri’s mouth with his hand.
“You are my favourite toy,” he purrs. “That means I get to play with you. Not the other way around.” He removes his hand, stretching Yuuri’s wrists up over his head, pinning them to the bed.
I take the same bus and train to work every day. I have to deal with rush hour traffic, super crowded train cars, and buses that pass me by for basically no reason. I loathe it, and the Crossroads AU actually came out of my realization that my new job meant that I was transforming into a 9-to-5 office drone.
It had been a good few weeks since I last had written a Crossroads post, and I’d started out with the ambitious declaration that I’d update it once a week, and only write it on transit. Only I’m still very new to smut and worry I’m not good at it, so I began to get shy when I realized that I wanted to include more sexuality in the fic; also I couldn’t keep up with that pace, especially when I was traveling for conferences, so I was feeling a bit guilty about it. Then one morning I got a seat on the train for once, and was struck with the thought of “oh my god, I wish I could be alone in this train,” and that’s exactly what Devil!Victor can do, so I summoned him. And while I was there, I figured I’d give some smut a whirl, and I’m reasonably pleased with how it came out! One thing I’ve always loved about the Crossroads AU is that the power dynamic between the Devil and the human is always twisted; Yuuri has a hold over Victor just as much as Victor does over him. And I had a lot of fun playing with that here.
(Send me any passage of 500 words from any of my fanfics and I’ll do a director’s commentary!)
