the stars in my sky/viktuuri

banana bread

au where yuuri sells drugs... and rlly good pastries

*Viktor

"Yes, Yakov, I'll be back soon. I am picking up a small treat for myself and you all!" I smiled happily into the phone, though my stomach was growling and my eyes were burning and I was not in the mood to be doing anything other than eating at the moment.

"No, I'm not sure where-" my voice and feet stopped abruptly as my eyes met with the view of a boy through a big glass window. I looked up to see the sign of the store, and mumbled the words into the speaker for Yakov to hear before hanging up and fixing my hair, and then walking into the store.

The walls were filled with different kinds of sweet breads and the whole building leaked of sugar and flour, and my cheeks went a rose red from the warm heat contrasting from the cold outside. I looked over to the boy I saw in the window, who was wearing a blue apron on top of black jeans and a tight black shirt, talking into a phone in a hushed, frustrated tone. 

Jesus fuck, he was hot.

When he saw me staring, he quickly mumbled something into the phone and casually slipped it into his back pocket, which was, very tightly, fitting his ass as he strolled over to the counter and looked at me behind hooded eyelids.

He then let out a dramatic sigh and put his fist underneath his chin, looking up at me and running his hands through his slicked-back hair with the other. "Look, I'm having a couple of dealers come in in just ten or so minutes, so can we hurry this up?" I stared at the boy in a confused way. Dealers? What kind of dealers? Like, pastry dealers?

He rolled his eyes and stood up straight, taking his apron off to reveal the thin of the black fabric hugging his chest and curves in all the right places. "If you're going to buy anything, pay with cash. I don't deal with cards and you look like a card kind of guy. What're you on, anyway? Coke?"

I considered scoffing at his last comment, but just turned and picked up a bag of banana bread of setting it gently on the counter in front of me. He looked at me, and then the bread, and then me again.

"Seriously, what the fuck? Are you here to buy drugs or not?" He snarled, checking the time on his phone. My eyes went wide in realization, and I shook my head no quickly.

"I just thought... the bread... and you... and... I... can you just ring this up for me?" I stuttered quickly, looking away. Was this bakery some sort of cover for an underground drug deal? Was it a crime to buy this bread? Is the bread even worth it? It's just bread.

But it's banana bread.

I looked to him to see a teaspoon of blush sprinkled across his cheeks as he quickly scanned the bread underneath the cash register, refusing to meet my eyes. "Look, man, I'm sorry for accusing you of that, but the only people who actually come here to buy shit is-"

Before he could finish, the door swung open and shut, and a lock turning filled the silence of the room. I looked up to see four large men blocking the door, two inside and two outside. Three other men entered the room slowly, one of them quickly turning over the "open" sign and shutting the blinds that allowed natural light from the street into the now dim room. 

The boy let out a small "shit" underneath his breath, and walked around the corner to the middle of the room, nodding to all the men in front of us.

"Who's he," one of the several armed men in front of me gestured to me with the gun in his hands, making me wince. It didn't sound very much like a question.

"My partner," the boy answered without hesitation. I looked over at him, and he didn't meet my eyes. There was no waver, and no sense of a lie in his answer, even though I didn't even know his name. They all turned back to me, and I nodded my head once, blinking very slowly. 

Then, the man who had asked who I was shoved his barrel of his gun right against my temple, and I tried not to let out the gasp that was held in my throat. I slowly closed my eyes again, opening them calmly. What the hell is going on? I just wanted some damn banana bread, is that too much to ask? Was I really being that selfish? 

My eyes met with the boy's, who seemed unfazed, as he nodded to me in reassurance. I took a deep breath.

"Do you have it?" The biggest man in the room said finally. I think he's their leader. He stepped in front of the boy, and looked around three times bigger than him, causing the boy to shrink a little in his shadow. The boy nodded hastily and turned not even an inch, picking up a sealed box on the counter and holding it out in front of him. I thought those were muffins. I shook that box because I thought there were fucking muffins inside. 

"Get the money," the man said to the guy next to him, not even breaking eye contact with the boy to do so. A wad of cash was held out to the boy, which he gladly accepted in exchange for the box. Quickly, he started counting the bills, flicking them back and softly mumbling numbers to himself. I noticed black, perfectly painted polish covering his nails. I smiled a smile that no one could see. As the boy did this, the two men opened the sealed box and scanned their eyes over top of everything that was inside, nodding and murmuring things to each other in a language I didn't understand. I turned to the man that held the gun against my head and smiled, holding out my hand to shake.

"I'm Viktor, and you are?" I asked, and received a slap to my hand and more pressure added to my head.

"Shut up." I huffed back at me, and I gasped silently. Well okay then. I turned back to the boy to see him folding the bills back up and stuffing them in his pocket, waiting for the other two men to be finished. They looked down at him and the biggest man gave the other the box, who quickly stalked across the room to the entrance, waiting for the deal to be finished.

The biggest man looked at the boy, and then took his hand, which was almost bigger than the boy's face, and pinched his cheeks hard, pointing his face up at him. My chest and fists tightened but the weapon against my head refrained me from making a sound. The boy seemed uninterested and unbothered, looking up at the man. "If I ever come here to make a deal to see that there some lanky prick here with you," the man grumbled toward the boy, making me flinch, "I will kill you."

The boy spit out, "Trust me, you won't see him again," and was dropped back down to his feet. By the time I had blinked, the men were gone, light was filling the room again, the open sign was back up, and the boy was back behind the counter with his apron on. I looked around, my eyes wide and my hand rubbing the side of my head.

I walked over to the counter, and the boy handed me the banana bread roughly, not meeting my eyes as he shoved the treat in my arms. "Take this and leave. Don't ever come back here again," he said, and turned around to write the bill on a piece of paper.

I looked at the name printed on the paper. Katuski Yuuri. I smiled warmly. Yuuri.

"So," I said, waiting for him to write my receipt, "I'll pick you up tomorrow at three then, Yuuri?"

He turned back around, handing me the piece of paper and looking down, a small blush on his cheeks. "No, shut up. Leave."

I shrugged, turning around and popping a small chunk of bread into my mouth while ignoring my calls and texts from the rink. I guess he's straight, or just hates me. How cute. 

I walked out the door and down the street, and as I shoved my hands in my pockets, the small paper fell out. I caught it right before the wind could carry it away, and looked down at it in curiosity. 

My lunch break is at 2. Call me. 

A number was written alongside the small note, and a wide grin replaced my features as I quickly added the contact to my phone.

Katsuki Yuuri: insanely hot drug dealer, the creator of blue aprons looking sexy, and maker of very delicious banana bread.

This is going to be fun.

hey guys, remember when i said i was going to update a lot this weekend? yeah, me too, so lets just forget and forgive