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[ No. No, he is not.

It's in the dead of night that Yuuri gets woken up by something ... strangling him? Something wrapped around his body and squeezing tightly, an odd rasping sound loud in his ear. ]

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[ A hand is moving up to Viktor's mouth, even, clamping down over it. While another arm snakes around his waist. Someone coming to take him away in the night, clearly. ]

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[ It only makes Viktor's muscles tense even more, the sensations mingling with his nightmare of flashing knifes and spurting blood and oh god Yuuri don't look at me like that—

He cries out, the look of horror in Yuuri's face too for his subconsciousness to bear, and he starts to flail, trying to push those hand and arms away from him. ]

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[ Yuuri is pushed away pretty easily. Between that and the flailing, he jolts up in bed muzzily, trying to orient himself. ]

-- Viktor?

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[ Viktor's still half asleep, still caught in his nightmare as he tries to kicks off the covers, scrambling towards the edge of the bed. His face is incredibly pale and sweaty, his long bangs stuck to his forehead and his eyes are bright with fear. ]

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[ Oh. Shit. Yuuri wakes up a bit more at that, moving to try and approach him. ]

V-Viktor, it's me ...

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[ Yuuri's voice seems to get through Viktor's fear-haze, or at least makes him stop trying to scramble off the bed. Staring at Yuuri wide-eyed, he lets out a string of curses in Russian.

With a shaky hand, Viktor pulls his hair away from his face. His voice is trembling just as bad. ]

... Y-Yuuri?

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[ Yuuri gently approaches the edge of the bed, reaching a hand out for his face. ]

It's me, Viktor. Here ... it's all right ...

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[ Viktor's skin is clammy to the touch. There's a pause after Yuuri touches him, his only reaction is to inhale slowly. After several beats, Viktor finally relaxes with a harsh exhale, covering Yuuri's hand with his own. ]

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[ There we go. Yuuri creeps closer an inch at a time. ]

Nightmare, huh.

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[ Viktor doesn't answer out loud, nodding instead. He watches Yuuri come closer, not protesting it or moving away. ]

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[ That stillness is still unnerving. Moving ever so gently, Yuuri moves in to slip his arms around Viktor. ]

We're safe now. Doors are all locked downstairs.

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[ It's never more obvious that Viktor is usually moving, bouncing, preening, or prancing than when he's ... not. His body under Yuuri's arms is still tense but Viktor leans into Yuuri gratefully; it's only when Viktor presses against him that his trembling is noticeable.

He muffles something into Yuuri's shoulder, but stops when he realizes he was speaking Russian. He starts again. ]

That's not—what the dream was about. Not whatever's outside.

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[ Yuuri gently leans his head against Viktor's shoulder. ]

What did you see?

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[ Viktor breathes in the scent of Yuuri's hair, using it to steady himself more. ]

It wasn't about what I saw ...

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[ Ah. Yuuri huddles in closer. ]

Felt?

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[ A silent nod. ]

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[ He starts stroking up and down Viktor's back gently, his hands moving in a wide circle. ]

It wasn't real. Whatever you felt.

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[ He's sweaty and cold under Yuuri's hand, getting goosebumps in the chill night air. ]

Not in the dream anyway.

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... Right. In the dream, I meant. It can't hurt you any more.

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[ But I was the one hurting you. He tightens his arms around Yuuri, not saying it out loud. ]

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[ Yuuri is happy to lean in closer at that. All but burying his face in Viktor's shoulder. ]

Can you tell me what it was about?

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[ There's no answer from Viktor for several beats, still trying to steady himself by using Yuuri as an anchor. It's only after a full minute that he sighs out. ]

Can ... we just lay down again? I might be able to go back to sleep now ...

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[ If that's what Viktor wants. Yuuri nods at that, and tugs Viktor back down into bed. ]

Come on.

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[ He gratefully lets Yuuri direct him back down to the bed. This time Viktor lays his head on Yuuri's chest with his arm around his fiance's body, purposefully scooting lower in the bed to do it. ]