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The light was blinding in the dark room.
Viktor walked in front of it, rolling up his shirt sleeves. His cast shadow moved in pieces against the furniture, like fractured parts of a machine.
“You think I wouldn’t know, huh?” Viktor shot a sharp smile at his captive. “You think I wouldn’t find out what you’ve been doing with my husband?”
The captive stayed silent.
“Fine. Don’t talk.” Viktor’s gaze turned icy. “There’s a lot I want to say to you. First, I want to warn you. I know your game. I know your type. You can fool Yuuri, but not me.” He was a slow-moving pendulum pacing in front of the light. “You morph into the perfect person for each of your targets. How you look, how you dress, your entire personality. You think you’re the perfect man, but deep down, we both know you’re nothing.”
Even in the glaring light, the captive didn’t blink. He kept the same sly expression throughout their conversation. It was eerie. Viktor couldn’t bring himself to look at him for more than a few seconds.
“I wish this could’ve turned out differently,” Viktor continued. “When Yuuri introduced you, I thought we could be friends. But you, you selfish bastard.” He jabbed a finger at the captive. “I was only called to Moscow for three days, and you had to put your hands on my Yuuri. When I came home and saw you two tangled on the living room sofa, I…” His breath stuttered. “I… I thought I could ignore it, pretend like I never saw it.”
Viktor turned away to bury his face in his hands. It was pride. He didn’t want to cry in front of the monster set on ruining his marriage. He tried to steel himself, but his blood raced in his veins, boiling hot. “But you didn’t stop there.” His voice trembled with rage. “You had to keep going, didn’t you?”
Viktor swung at the captive, knocking him out of the chair and onto a dangling wire attached to the lamp. The light fell, hitting against a table. Its focus shifted away from the captive, shooting across the walls in seizures of light.
The bulb settled, dragging stark shadows over Viktor's eyes that glimmered with angry tears. “And then I saw you in bed with him.” He yanked the captive up by fistfuls of his shirt. “There are so many other people that you could’ve picked, but you had to pick my Yuuri. I could forgive him for making a mistake, but you? Never.”
Viktor slammed the captive against the carpeted floor, pinning the neck with his forearm. Not one sound escaped from the captive’s sly smile. In some sick, twisted way, the captive seemed to enjoy Viktor's torment.
“Remember this,” Viktor said through gritted teeth, “you will only ever be a cheap imitation of me. You can never love Yuuri as I do. You can never care for him as I can.” He held up his right hand. His wedding band was blinding. “That’s why I’m the one he chose, not you. It will never be you.”
Viktor wound a hand behind himself. He gripped the metal scissors tucked in his waistband. The weapon was brought high over his head where the length of it caught the light; its glint was like the tail of a falling star. Then, Viktor drove the scissors down, aiming for the heart. He was ready to end it once and for all—
“Sorry to interrupt your nap,” Yuuri whispered as he entered the room.
Viktor whipped around, his eyes wide and white.
“I forgot my phone— what are you doing?” Yuuri hit the light switch by the door. Soft light flooded the room. “Is that my limited-edition Viktor Nikiforov Festival dakimakura? On the ground?”
Viktor got off the body pillow. “Solynshko, this isn’t what it looks like.” He flashed his husband a charming smile. The scissors were still in his hand.
Yuuri walked over, picked up the reading lamp with the articulating arm, then set it on Viktor’s nightstand where it belonged. He took his pillow from his husband and hugged its face defensively against his warm, firm, lickable chest.
Viktor’s eye twitched.
“What were you going to do to him?” Yuuri asked.
“I’m taking care of it.” Viktor’s eyes searched over the pillow. A short thread poked out near the manufacturer’s tag. He snipped it off. “See? A loose thread.”
Yuuri looked skeptical. “Just so you know, I’d be very upset if anything happens to Vitya.”
“My love,” Viktor pleaded as Yuuri set the body pillow on their marriage bed, then tucked it under the blankets. “I’m your Vitya!”
“You’re both my Vityas.” Yuuri kissed the body pillow, then kissed Viktor on the cheek. “I’ll be back in an hour.”
Viktor pouted. “Okay.”
“I love you.” Yuuri kissed him on his pouting lips. He pulled away for a moment as if considering something, then kissed Viktor again, slower this time.
The kiss was wonderful and soft, sinking Viktor’s heavy heart deeper into the depths of despair. To think that his Yuuri could say these sweet things to him and kiss him so tender while loving someone else. “I love you more,” he mumbled.
After Yuuri left, Viktor closed the bedroom door. The body pillow printed in his likeness was on the bed, unguarded and vulnerable. Viktor thumbed the smooth metal of the scissors in his hands.
“You were lucky.” Viktor climbed onto the bed, pointing the business end of the scissors at the pillow. “But your luck is about to run out. Your precious Yuuri won’t save you twice in one day. Soon, you’ll find yourself in a donation pile headed for the middle of—”
The bedroom door swung open.
“I forgot to actually grab my phone,” Yuuri laughed. He froze when he saw Viktor.
On the bed.
With scissors in hand.
Pointed at the dakimakura.
“Vitya, why don’t you come with me to the sports physio? You can watch.”
Viktor crossed his arms. “Which one of us are you talking to?” he bitterly asked.
Yuuri picked up his cell phone from the nightstand. “Obviously, my Vitya.”
With a heavy heart, Viktor snatched the pillow by the face and handed it to his husband.
“Not him.” Yuuri placed a hand on Viktor’s shoulder. “You.”
Viktor couldn’t believe it. He looked up at Yuuri with teary eyes. “Me?”
“Yes, you. I could never love anything more than you.”
“Even the body pillow?”
Yuuri cupped Viktor’s perfect face in his hands. His eyes softened with love. “The only reason I got the dakimakura was so I could have more of you. That thing could never replace you.”
Viktor’s heart melted. “But you already have all of me.”
“I want more of you.” Yuuri blushed. “I can never have enough.”
Viktor's hands settled on Yuuri’s waist, then pulled him in for a soft kiss. “Good. That’s what I want to hear,” he whispered against his husband’s lips.
“Yes, now come on.” Yuuri smiled, tugging Viktor off the bed. “I don’t want to be late for my appointment.”
The body pillow was left on the blankets. Any plans of destruction were forgotten.
“Give me two seconds to get ready,” Viktor said brightly.
“I’ll be outside!”
“Alright!”
Viktor watched Yuuri leave the bedroom before he crept to the body pillow. “You hear that? You can never replace me.” He stared straight into its tacky turquoise eyes. “I win,” he whispered, then chased after his husband.