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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      Yuri!!!_on_Ice_(Anime)
  Relationship:
      Jean-Jacques_Leroy/Yuri_Plisetsky/Isabella_Yang, Jean-Jacques_Leroy/Yuri
      Plisetsky, Jean-Jacques_Leroy/Isabella_Yang, Yuri_Plisetsky/Isabella_Yang
  Character:
      Yuri_Plisetsky, Jean-Jacques_Leroy, Isabella_Yang, Nikolai_Plisetsky,
      Otabek_Altin
  Additional Tags:
      Incest, Parent/Child_Incest, Smut, Eventual_Smut, Implied_Sexual_Content,
      Masturbation, Voyeurism, Aged-Up_Character(s)
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      Published: 2017-09-24 Chapters: 1/3 Words: 4340
****** Playing House, with Fire ******
by MakkachinOnIce
Summary
     Yuri Plisetsky was thirteen years old when the Leroys came to his
     humble town. And he could not help but wonder: for a couple who was
     rich and educated, why would they take interest in him, the poor son
     of a gardener?
Notes
     Ayyyye this is a three chapter fic, for JYuriBella. I hope you don't
     mind how subtly corrupted this was.
     Yuri On Ice is created by Kubo-sensei and co. I wish you enjoy this
     story.
     Douzo!
Yuri Plisetsky was thirteen years old when the Leroys first came to his humble
town. A small population of about a hundred families, living in a quaint little
place surrounded by the forest and the snow-capped mountains behind. Thus one
could not help but ask: why would a pair of young newlyweds, who are obviously
rich and educated, settle down at a place like this?
Nevertheless the entire town welcomed them happily - the man named Jean-Jacques
Leroy and his dear wife Isabella. Yuri thought that the hospitality must have
something to do with the great fortune that the couple donated for the
renovation of the old church.
“Nonsense, Yuratchka,” said his grandfather Nikolai when he told him about his
thoughts. “They say that the Leroys are devout Christians. They are more than
willing to fund the rebuilding of the church.”
But that could not get rid of the uneasiness that Yuri was feeling. Surely
there must be a reason for their moving in. But all that he knew was that the
two were from a faraway city who chose to live a quiet life, in the gorgeous
estate which they bought a year ago.
And it was by sheer luck that the said estate required someone who can properly
maintain its beauty. Yuri and his grandfather were gardeners, and they were
truly in need of a stable job. Sadly, despite being hard workers, none of their
fellow townsfolk could provide them the livelihood that they need. Yuri wanted
to find work at another town, but he was afraid to leave his grandfather, who
was already in his old age, all alone.
The Leroys offered a generous salary, and a room for them to stay in. This was
so they could always be around to take care of the estate's magnificent
greenery. To Yuri that was more than enough to help him and his grandfather to
live an easy life together.
 
 
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The work at the Leroy estate's gardens was hard, but it served as a pleasant
distraction for Yuri. And while he and his grandfather worked on the flowers
and trees, he began his hobby of observing the married couple’s daily
activities.
At first, there seemed to be nothing interesting about Jean-Jacques and
Isabella. They often do the things that most of the rich people would probably
do, or at least that's what Yuri believed. Jean-Jacques was an annoyingly
lively person who was often by the grand piano, filling the entire house with
life through the lilting tunes he would create. Growing up poor, Yuri never had
the opportunity to study music, but even he could tell that the melody coming
out of the piano room was a pleasant and colorful one.
His wife Isabella, on the other hand, was often seen donning the most
fashionable gowns even at home. She seemed to have a preference for bright
colored attires, from bright red in the morning to gold-laced dresses during
dinner time. What Yuri found odd was that she was able to wear all of these
clothes with ease, without a handmaid to take care of her. He could not help
but be curious as to how she was able to do all the laundry by herself.
Regardless of all these unusual matters, the thing that made Yuri wonder the
most was that the couple seemed to behave oddly. For a pair of newlyweds, they
seemed to lack that certain romantic passion towards each other. It wasn't as
if Jean-Jacques did not love his wife, or Isabella her husband. If anything,
they seemed not to care about anything else but each other. Jean-Jacques took
pride in taking his beautiful wife to town festivities, and Isabella was often
sitting by the ottoman and being the faithful audience to her husband's piano
performance.
Despite being married only recently, Yuri found that the Leroys’ relationship
was just like that of an old married couple, if not stronger.
 
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Yuri also noticed that the Leroys were unusually fond of reading. When the
couple moved into the town a few months ago they seem to have brought their
entire library with them.
Every now and then Isabella would ask Yuri to clean the library. While this was
no longer part of his job, Yuri did not bother complaining since the couple had
always been generous to him and his grandfather.
Yuri had never taken interest in reading. Not that he didn't want to. His
grandfather urged him to go to school, but at a young age, Yuri was already
aware of their circumstances. He didn't have the heart to go to school when he
could see his grandfather enduring body pain as he toiled the fields. He chose
to help him out (much to Grandpa Nikolai’s annoyance) and so he gave up on the
opportunity to pursue academics.
“You can’t read?” Jean-Jacques’s look of surprise was exaggerated, Yuri
thought, but it turned out that there was a reason for this behavior. Back when
he was a scholar at a university in his homeland Jean-Jacques had spent some
time working as a mentor for the children at an orphanage. Despite being quite
an eccentric, the inner academic remained in him.
“If he wants to teach you, then let him be,” Isabella advised. Yuri grumbled
yes in reply; Jean-Jacques can be quite the obstinate one if his wish wasn’t
fulfilled.
Thus began Yuri’s private lessons every morning before working at the garden.
This pleased Grandfather Nikolai the most, as he was happy that his dear
grandson was finally getting proper education. Jean-Jacques was a talkative
man, but he was clearly committed to teach Yuri everything, from reading and
writing to history and music.
Isabella had a hand on his learning as well. The lady was quite bent on
teaching him everything about etiquette and how to become a great
conversationalist at parties. Yuri never took interest in such things since he
was never invited to a party before, but he decided that it would be better to
please his masters.
Every now and then. Jean-Jacques would be watching him while Isabella teaches
about elegance.
“My wife is brilliant at these kinds of things,” he remarked with a sly grin.
“She used to be a governess for a Marquis and his family. Rest assured that
you’ll become a fine lady after a few weeks of training.”
“I’m not a lady,” Yuri gritted his teeth in reply. He wanted to hit the man
with the books placed on top of his head, but Isabella was surprisingly stern
when it comes to proper posture. In the end, Jean-Jacques simply observed,
amused at Yuri’s situation.
But of all the things that he has been taught, Yuri’s most favorite would be
botany. Jean-Jacques had often accompanied him to the garden, and he was (as
usual) being lively while he taught him about the different species of plants.
Yuri was glad to know more about the flowers that and his grandfather had been
tending to. And when he found out that each flower had their meaning, he became
interested in them. He began studying the plants within the estate.
And when he learned about them, he began to wonder if the Leroy family’s
preference for white carnations and lilies had something to do with their
meaning.
 
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Yuri was fifteen years old when he became part of the Leroy family.
It was an unexpected tragedy when his grandfather Nikolai fell ill. Years of
hard work had finally taken a toll on the old man. He remained in his bed for
months, as he struggled to return to his healthy condition.
“He will not make it by winter,” said the town doctor.
Yuri stared at him blankly, unable to comprehend what was going on. He simply
sat by his grandfather’s side.
Isabella was his only other companion at that time. Jean-Jacques left the
estate after the doctor arrived, apparently to settle an important matter with
the town mayor. His wife tended to Yuri’s grandfather, helping him eat and
drink medicine. The grandson seemed too distraught to do anything anyway.
Jean-Jacques returned home by night time. Yuri did not even notice his arrival;
he simply kept watch over his beloved grandfather. It was as if the old man
would slip away if he took his eyes off of him.
“Yuri,” Jean-Jacques patted the boy’s shoulder gently. “Yuri. Let me speak to
your grandfather for a while.”
For the first time in a while, Yuri glanced upon his face. “What for?” he asked
dazedly.
Jean-Jacques smiled at him. It was a sincere smile, but something told Yuri
that his smile was keeping something important to him.
“Everything will be all right,” he told Yuri. “Now go. Isabella told me you
haven’t eaten anything since morning.”
Yuri had to be coaxed by Isabella to follow him to the dining room. Jean-
Jacques was left in the room with Nikolai.
It was a month before the beginning of winter when Yuri found out about what
Jean-Jacques had discussed about with his grandfather.
He sat by his grandfather side as the old man struggled in his deathbed. Yuri
could tell that the time has come. Somehow he could not even shed a tear during
that moment; after all, he knew that it was about to happen sooner or later.
“Yuratchka,” Grandfather Nikolai croaked, as his thin fingers were wrapped
around his grandson’s hand, grasping tightly. “The Master had spoken to me when
I fell ill. Remember?”
Yuri nodded. He remembered the night Jean-Jacques came home from town.
“He asked me a favor,” Nikolai continued speaking. His voice was weak, that
Yuri barely heard his words. “And honestly, it was more of a favor for me than
for him…”
“What did he tell you?” Yuri asked, frowning.
Nikolai gave his grandson a faint smile. “He asked me permission,” he told him.
“He wants to adopt you. I immediately gave him my consent.”
His grip on Yuri’s hand got tighter as he coughed. It was a painful sound to
hear, almost as agonizing as the pain of seeing a beloved person dying before
you.
“He said that he and Isabella cannot have a child. But he wanted you to become
a part of his family, Yura. He wants to take care of you.” Tears fell down
Nikolai’s creased face. “I could not ask for more. All I want is for you to
live a better life, before I go.”
Those were his last words. When Jean-Jacques and Isabella entered the room,
Yuri was there weeping, holding on to his grandfather’s corpse as if to keep
his soul from leaving the house.
Snow fell on the day of Nikolai’s funeral. Jean-Jacques and Isabella stood side
by side, like a pair of black-clad ravens guarding Yuri and his grandfather’s
grave.
The man and wife remained silent as the Yuri mourned. Their presence alone was
more than enough for him; they’re his family now, and they became his support
during such tragic time.
 
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A year has passed since the death of Yuri’s grandfather. And while he now
became the son of the Leroy house, he still kept his duty at the garden.
Surprisingly, Jean-Jacques and Isabella complied with his wish to take care of
the garden on his own.
Yuri knew that we was no longer just a gardener’s grandchild. He became a scion
to a reputable family, and so things were bound to change.
He just had no idea what was about to happen.
 
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Yuri was sixteen years old when he first learned how to make love.
Back then he never took notice of such trifle matters; there was the garden to
take care of, and now that he became the heir of the Leroy family, he had to
continue with his education. Besides, Yuri could not care less if someone would
take an interest in him. Love, he thought offhandedly, was something that was
meant for people who have free time.
His adoptive parents, however, thought otherwise.
“You do not have a lover?” Isabella asked him one time when the family was
having dinner. “Not even someone you admire?”
Yuri blushed as he glanced away. “Does that even matter?”
“Well, of course it does!” Jean-Jacques exclaimed. “Have you looked at yourself
in the mirror? You are beautiful young man!”
It was not as if Yuri was unaware of it. His late grandfather once told him
that he inherited his mother’s beauty: the silky pale blond hair and the ardent
green eyes that suited a snow-like complexion. He had seen a small portrait of
her at home – painted by a travelling artist who was captivated by her. Yuri
thought he had seen a fairy.
Years of living a life in struggle and poverty had taught him that such things
will not get him so far. He was not like the Leroys, with their raven-black
hair and haunting blue eyes, who were born fortunate and able to find love.
“I’m not interested,” he told them. Jean-Jacques and Isabella stared at each
other in wonder.
“A pity,” Isabella commented in a sympathetic tone.
“Indeed,” Jean-Jacques agreed. “Shall we hold a party and invite the ladies of
this town and beyond?”
“What?” Yuri was horrified. “No! Don’t you dare do that – not that, of all
things!”
Yuri could not understand why he disliked the idea of meeting with ladies. He
wondered if it had something to do with the fact that he was still adjusting to
his new life. After all, he was no longer just a poor boy. He became handsome
young heir to a huge fortune, thus he became an eligible bachelor. Having a
romantic affair or two was bound to happen at some point.
 
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There was a party in a mansion at another town, and the Leroy family was
invited.
Yuri stood in front of his closet, looking uncertainly at the collection of
colorful outfits that Isabella had personally bought for him. He was wondering
about what to wear for the occasion. According to Jean-Jacques, it was an
engagement party of a rich tradesman named Emil Nikola, and a lady named Sara
Crispino.
He had heard of the Crispinos before. People said that the lady was a true
beauty, but her long line of suitors were easily cut short by her dear brother,
Michele. It seemed that only Emil was able to pass the man’s high standards
when it comes to being his sister’s spouse.
“Yuri, are you there?” Jean-Jacques knocked on the door.
“Come in.” Yuri gave up on choosing an evening attire and sat on his enormous
canopy bed.
Jean-Jacques entered the bedroom. The silk overcoat he was wearing suited his
blue-grey eyes perfectly. He eyed Yuri nonchalantly, as if he had expected that
the young man wasn’t dressed up just yet.
“As I thought,” he said. “You can’t choose an attire for the party?”
Yuri could not help but sound frustrated. “How am I supposed to select one?
I’ve never been to a party before.”
Jean-Jacques smiled at him fondly. Yuri had seen that smile countless of times
since the day of his adoption, and being the object of that loving gesture
often made him look away.
“That can’t be helped! Allow me to choose for you then.” Jean-Jacques opened
the closet and began looking into the wide range of clothing that Yuri has. He
chose an evening suit, silvery white and impeccable. “How about this one?”
Yuri eyed the outfit with wonder. “I haven’t seen that one before.”
“That’s because you never had an eye for fashion until now. Here, let me help
you change.”
“I…I can do it on my own!” Yuri blurted. He immediately stood up.
Jean-Jacques grinned. “What’s this? You’re embarrassed?”
“I’m not,” Yuri replied. He faced the full-body mirror to avoid his father’s
eyes. “I can do this on my own.”
“All right.” Jean-Jacques placed the outfit on the bed and relaxed himself in a
nearby chair. Yuri proceeded with undressing himself.
He silently removed his clothes, but truth be told, Yuri would prefer keeping
them on, while Jean-Jacques was around. He could feel his adoptive father’s
gaze, like heat searing his fair skin. A second’s glance on the mirror
confirmed his suspicion; the dark-haired man sat quietly in the chair, his
haunting blue eyes taking in everything that was Yuri’s form.
 Yuri had never felt so naked in his entire life.
The young man tried to dress up quickly, ignoring his own quick heartbeat. He
could not let his adoptive father notice that he was feeling embarrassed.
They’re both men, for Christ’s sake. He should not feel uneasy about Jean-
Jacques watching him change.
“Ah. Your collar needs to be fixed.”
Yuri almost jumped after hearing his voice. Jean-Jacques walked towards the
mirror and grabbed Yuri by the shoulders, gently turning the boy around to face
him.
“Goodness,” Jean-Jacques scolded Yuri, but his tone was clearly that of a fond
father. “Isabella will be angry if she finds out that you are not properly
dressed.”
“I – I can do it on my own!” Yuri said.
“I did say I’d help you, didn’t I?” Jean-Jacques insisted. His long fingers,
clothed with a pair of silk gloves, brushed against the sharp curve of Yuri’s
chin and down his delicate neck. Yuri could feel the smooth texture of silk as
those fingers brushed against his pale skin, making him shiver.
For the very first time, Yuri felt the strange heat pooling at the pit of his
stomach. Like a mixture of bile and sugar, it was a pleasant and disgusting
sensation which he had never felt before. An indescribable feeling of happiness
welling up inside him, combining with shame.
“There.” Satisfied by his work, Jean-Jacques grinned at his adoptive son
proudly. “Look at you, Yuri. You are more beautiful than ever.”
The last thing that Yuri wanted to happen, was for his dark-haired benefactor
to realize how fast his heart was beating after hearing those words.
 
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The party was just as what Yuri had expected. The ballroom was extremely grand
and gleaming with light from a crystal chandelier. Men and women of colorful
and gaudy outfits gave life to the area, and merry music filled the Crispino
mansion that summer evening.
The Leroys graced the celebration with their presence. While the bride was
definitely the belle of the ball, it was clear that Isabella was among the most
beautiful ladies to have attended the celebration that evening. Her pale yellow
ball gown gave the impression of a delicate flower. Her elegant attire suited
the diamond necklace around her pale neck and the wedding band on her ring
finger.
“I’m a fortunate man, am I not?” Jean-Jacques asked proudly, not that he needed
an answer to such an obvious question. Yuri observed the fair lady, his
adoptive mother, as she spoke with the future bride. Isabella was laughing, and
despite the loud music, Yuri knew that familiar sound: twinkling, pleasant to
the ear, especially when she was clearly in a good mood.
“I’m accompanied by two of the most beautiful people I’ve ever met,” Jean-
Jacques added. “What more can I ask for?”
The tune that filled the entire ballroom gradually changed into a slower pace.
One by one, every gentleman would invite a lady to a dance.
“Waltz,” said Jean-Jacques. “Why don’t you invite your mother to dance with
you? She has been teaching you how to dance.”
“Well…” Thanks to his mother, Yuri started to have lessons on social dances
every morning. While he was quite confident about his gracefulness on the
ballroom floor, he was finding the idea of inviting Isabella to dance to be
more troublesome.
“You’ll make her happy if you do.” His father clapped his back, encouragingly.
He did not like being told what to do, but Yuri did not want to appear
disrespectful towards his adoptive family. He walked towards the ladies and
waited for the right moment. He saw Emil take Sara’s hand as they dance to the
music, leaving Isabella to watch the scene fondly.
Yuri coughed once, to get her attention. Isabella arched her eyebrows at him in
wonder.
“Your husband,” said Yuri. “Father, I mean – he said that I should dance with
you.”
There was no hiding the amused smile on Isabella’s face. “Well, how are you
supposed to invite a lady to dance with you?”
Yuri felt like slapping himself for forgetting his manners. He bowed,
courteously, as he spoke. “Will you dance with me, Mother?”
He gently took Isabella’s hand, and the lady let herself be guided by him to
the dance floor.  
“How does it feel, dancing with a beautiful lady like me?” Isabella giggled
softly as they gracefully moved together on the dance floor.
Yuri could not understand how he felt; it was his first time. He wasn’t even
sure what he should be feeling at that moment. He had no idea how to react as
he felt his adoptive mother’s smooth skin and her soft breast pressed against
his chest. And he could feel Jean-Jacques’s gaze from afar, watching the two of
them intently.
“I…” Yuri frowned. “I don’t know.” He could feel his face turn red with
embarrassment.
He thought that she would respond with a teasing joke and her usual mocking
laughter, but Isabella simply smiled at him.
“That’s understandable,” she said, and gave Yuri a gentle kiss on the cheek.
“But don’t forget to just enjoy it. You are my beautiful child.”
She spoke like a gentle and loving mother would, but Yuri could feel his heart
pound when he heard those words.
 
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Yuri may have lost his biological family, but he gained a new one with the form
of this eccentric, generous and charming couple. He was supposed to feel happy
and blessed. But he knew that there was another emotion welling up from the
depths of his heart.
He was once the grandson of a kindhearted gardener, young and rugged. But now
he became the child of the Leroys, beautiful and refined.
But even the most elegant and educated individual would harbor some indecent
feelings – emotions which people might find scandalous.
Yuri just realized that when he began spending nights alone in his room,
pleasing himself to ease the heat that has been continuously assaulting his
body. Thoughts of carnal pleasure kept running inside his head, defiling the
supposedly pure mind and soul.
He knew very well that what he was doing was wrong, but he could not help
himself.
It all began by accident. Yuri was lured by the soft moans, and he ended up
standing before the door of his foster parents’ bedroom. Right then he knew
what was happening, yet he could not help but wonder – what was it like to
please a woman? And what does it take for a man to feel pleasure?
He got his answer the moment he peered through the keyhole into that locked
room. He could see the bed, and the two of them: Isabella sprawled over the
sheets, and Jean-Jacques on top of her.
Yuri has always been fascinated by his mother’s beauty, but seeing Isabella
naked as she opened her legs for her husband – it stirred something else in
him.
He was made even more aware of that feeling when he saw Jean-Jacques remove his
clothes, unraveling a lean, muscular body which one could not help but want to
touch.
“Jean, he might hear us,” Isabella spoke softly. “Our son might hear us…”
“Nonsense,” Jean-Jacques replied. “Let me hold you tonight.”
And Yuri remained still, watching, as Jean thrusted his throbbing member inside
his wife. Isabella gave a surprised yelp, not expecting the sudden movement.
Short gasps and heavy breathing eventually gave way into soft moans of
pleasure, as Yuri’s foster parents engaged in a passionate intercourse.
“Does it feel good?”
“Y-yes, Jean – oh, right there, please – “
Yuri knew that he shouldn’t stay there any longer, but something made him stand
still and watch. He was too fascinated by what he was seeing – the way Isabella
shuddered as she felt her husband’s movements inside her, the way Jean-Jacques
took his time thrusting deep inside his wife, the way they engulf themselves in
sensual ecstasy.
Yuri wondered how it feels like to be pleasured the way they did. His eyes
remain fixated at the way Jean-Jacques moved his hips so eagerly.
And when they climaxed, a strange sensations coursed through Yuri’s body.
He felt ashamed of it. But he wanted more.
 
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Yuri ran back into his room, panting. He knew what he did was wrong. And yet he
could not help his desires.
No, no – desiring to sleep with your own family – I mustn’t
But Yuri was unable to keep those thoughts out of his mind. Jean-Jacques’s hard
and muscular body, Isabella’s milk white and soft breasts – he wanted to touch
them, he wanted to feel them.
He wanted the both of them.
And yet he knew that what he was doing was a sin unforgivable.
Yuri gritted his teeth in frustration, as he slowly slid his hand inside his
pants.
 
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Jean-Jacques sat by the fireplace, delighting himself by drinking fine wine
after a delicious night of sex. Isabella remained in the bed, her naked body
comforted by the soft blanket.
“Our child is slowly becoming a man.” Jean-Jacques raised the flute towards his
wife.
Isabella smiled at him. “You let him watch our copulation. Of course he would
become one.”
“He definitely enjoyed it. I always knew he would,” JJ grinned. “Soon he would
be pleasing himself while thinking about thrusting it in you. Or me.”
“Goodness, Jean,” Isabella pouted childishly. “You never hold back with your
language. What if he hears you?”
Jean-Jacques could only laugh in response. “That’ll be great, honestly. I look
forward to the day when he becomes aware of our family bond.”
They eyed each other knowingly. It was only a matter of time until Yuri slowly
falls into the path of corruption which they both set up for him, slowly and
deliberately.
After all, they have all the time in the world to do so.
 
 
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