Blood Rink

Chapter 15

Yuri flinched at the warm fingers tracing his waist. It was only for a moment, before Victor settled the flat of his hand on his bare skin. His glasses shufted slightly, now crooked on his nose, but he wasn't paying attention to that.
The pair stumbled back, and Yuri was now pressed against the balcony railing. Victors tongue had no shame, and Yuri's mouth was hot and wet when the silver bombshell moved back again.
"Do you understand me now?"
Yuri's eyes flicked around. Had he been trying to say something with that...?
Oh

Yuri nodded once, to which Victor raised an eyebrow.
"Say it"
Yuri swallowed nervously, the taste of Victor still in his mouth.
"It...?"
With a small snort, Victor burst into laughter. Leaning his forehead against Yuri's, the short burst died out, and Yuri couldn't help but smile.
The situation was hard to read, but...
It was ok

They sat at the rectangle table in the kitchen. The whole gang. Except Yuri knew their names now.
Yurio, Otabek, Phichit, Isabelle, JJ, Yuko, Seung, Michele, Georgi and Leo were some of them. Victor sat next to him, and to Victors left was a blonde man, Chris, who he was chatting to.
The food was simply takeout chinese, and Yuri was a little confused.
Did they always eat like this?
Despite the fear that always sat on the edge of his mind, he worried about them. He'd have to see what they kept in the fridge.
Maybe Victor would let him go food shopping?
"...and he meant business, I can tell. Still threatens to show up"
"Oh does he now? We'll have to do something about that"
Victor and Chris's conversation fed into Yuri's thoughts, spiking his curiosity.
"Do something about who?"
Both heads turned towards him, and Victor patted his hand.
"Never you mind Yuri, you needn't bother yourself with this sort of thing"
Chris smirked,
"Precious lil princess, huh?"
Yuri's eyes widened slightly, and he huffed
"I am not!"
"Oh?"
Chris was clearly getting a kick out of winding Yuri up
"Well then, you may as well be of use while you're here, as long as Boss allows it...?"
"No"
Victor's reply was instant and cold. All conversation at the stretched table stopped. The silence was awkward for a moment, before the small mutter started up again.
Victor's voice was low, so only the men either side of him could hear.
"Yuri will NOT be running jobs"
Chris seemed confused
"But..."
"No buts. He isn't to be put in any danger of any kind, understood?"
Chris straightened up, nodding once.
Yuri went back to his food awkwardly.