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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Yuri!!!_on_Ice_(Anime)
  Relationship:
      Victor_Nikiforov/Yuri_Plisetsky
  Character:
      Young_Victor_Nikiforov_-_Character, Yuri_Plisetsky, Katsuki_Yuuri, Otabek
      Altin, Yakov_Feltsman, Lilia_Baranovskaya
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe, kind_of, It_is_like_Canon, but_with_Young_Victor,
      Rivals, Friendship, Pining, Kissing, Masturbation, Jealousy, Blow_Jobs,
      Hurt/Comfort
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-02-17 Completed: 2018-02-21 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 10086
****** The Young & The Restless ******
by Phayte
Summary
     In an alternate universe -- Canon is Canon, but Victor is young, the
     same age as Yuri.
     Victor was everything Yuri was not. Light hearted, bubbly, energetic—
     exactly what the skating world wanted. He dressed himself up pretty
     and smiled for the cameras and his fans. Victor was the doey eyed
     youngster Yuri could not pull off. Yakov babied Victor more, bent
     more to his wishes. Whenever Yuri had an idea, Yakov cursed him out
     and sent him to skate laps.
Notes
     I have to thank ashiiblack for all the help in this! And making me
     keep quiet and not tell icicle what I was doing! ((I am not good at
     that ok?)) Also to my dude Blownwish for encouraging me to keep going
     with this and about everything I write! Thank you both for your
     insight and help in this piece!!!!!
***** Chapter 1 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
He was fourteen the first time he skated against Victor. The long haired pretty
boy had come out of nowhere— a year older and so much better. They were both in
juniors and Yuri could not believe he had to push himself against another
competitor. It pissed him off, and he hated that long silver haired kid.
“Why did Yakov have to have two in juniors at the same level?” Yuri asked
himself, leaning against the wall, watching as Victor spiraled into a quad flip
and landed perfectly.
“Oh Yuri! You are so grumpy!” Mila said, wrapping her arms around him. “You are
just upset you have actual competition coming up as you enter seniors!”
Shaking her off of him, Yuri stomped off and slid out on the ice. He hated that
Victor was here now. It had been a year now, and all he could do was glare at
the boy with the long hair as he twirled on the ice, his laughter trailing
behind him. No one could be that happy.
Sliding next to Victor, Yuuri kicked snow at him— trying to make the laughter
stop. It was when Victor’s head tilted back, his mouth turning a heart shape
that he laughed even more.
“Yuri! You covered me in snow!” Victor giggled out, brushing snow off his
shoulders and out his hair.
Rolling his eyes, Yuri went to go work his routine. He did not need some kid
distracting him. He had had enough to deal with as it was.
Victor was everything Yuri was not. Light hearted, bubbly, energetic— exactly
what the skating world wanted. He dressed himself up pretty and smiled for the
cameras and his fans. Victor was the doey eyed youngster Yuri could not pull
off. Yakov babied Victor more, bent more to his wishes. Whenever Yuri had an
idea, Yakov cursed him out and sent him to skate laps.
Victor was everything Yuri hated in a person.
 
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Fingers pushed into Victor’s whining mouth. Yuri’s lips turned up into a snarl.
He had beaten Victor at the Grand Prix Finals— which only meant that Victor was
bottoming tonight. He did not understand how Victor was still smiling, even
though he had silver around his neck. Pushing his fingers further into Victor’s
mouth, Yuri smirked at the gagging sounds.
“Would have thought a pretty thing like you would be used to this,” Yuri said,
pushing his fingers in deeper.
Victor grabbed his wrist, pulling his fingers out his mouth. “Stop being mean!”
Growling, Yuri cupped his hand over where Victor was hard, his fingers tracing
over the outline of his cock in his costume. “You like it when I am mean to
you.”
Victor pushed at Yuri, making him stumble back. This was so unlike him. Usually
when Yuri was mean to him, it turned him on and things progressed— at least
that was how it all started. Sitting on the bed, he watched Victor take his
hair out of the high ponytail on his head, that silver hair cascading down his
back.
“A deal is a deal,” Yuri said, leaning back on the bed.
“Whatever,” Victor said, undoing the zipper on his costume, walking by him and
closing the bathroom door behind him.
“Fine! Fuck you, Victor!” Yuri said, pulling at his own costume. He should
probably shower, but he did not care. Grabbing his phone, he texted to Otabek—
but got no answer. Changing out of his costume, he stomped out the room in
hopes of something better to do.
Yakov and Lilia were drinking down at the hotel bar— dismissing him almost
immediately. He saw Otabek leaving out the hotel, calling out for him, Yuri
chased him down.
 
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“Yuri! Let’s do a quad challenge!” Victor said, skating next to Yuri as
practice was coming to an end.
“We have been skating a solid four hours! Are you crazy?”
Laughing, Victor grabbed Yuri’s hand, and pulled him behind him. “Come on sour
puss! You have been serious all day! Have some fun!”
Victor loved the ice. He would practice longer if Yakov would allow him. They
did ballet in the morning and skating in the afternoon. They were forced a few
hours to rest and eat then they had evening practice.
“Isn’t it bad enough we bunk together? Now you want to hang out more?” Yuri
growled behind him.
“We are skating for fun!” Victor sang out, pulling Yuri so his body swung out
around him.
He could hear as Yuri growled, but as he let go of his hand, he skated ahead of
him then launched into a quad toe.
“Yes, Yuri!” Victor cried out, happy that Yuri was loosening up around him. It
had been a rocky last year. Coming to the Russian team, having Yuri hate him
instantly. Victor was loving everyone on the team and how welcoming they were—
it just took longer to get Yuri to warm up to him.
Victor was never one to quit. Even though Yuri was a cat person, he warmed up
quickly to Makkachin. They were close to the same size, both waiting for their
growth spurts to catch them, so offering to share clothes had put a light in
Yuri’s eyes he didn’t see often.
Yuri was so different than him— he skated with anger and he was edgy.
Victor was light hearted, and bubbly. Many times during break he sat and
allowed Mila and the girls to braid his hair and add flowers to it before they
had to get back to practice. Yuri would sit on his phone ignoring them all.
“Ok! Who ever does the most clean quads get to make the loser do whatever they
want!” Victor sang out as he took off across the ice, picking up speed and
landing a perfect quad.
“You’re on asshole!”
 
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Skate Canada was an eye opener for Yuri. He just knew he would go in there and
capture gold. So why the fuck was he standing holding a silver? Looking up, he
saw why— Jean-Jacques Leroy was why.
Pissed was not even the word he could properly use to explain how he felt. He
had poured his heart and soul on the ice. Lilia had set him up with a strong
program for his free program and he used the opposite program Victor was using.
JJ just had more.
His base value still outdid his. His quads were always high and clean. It was a
damn shame. After their mandatory pictures, Yuri threw his bouquet of flowers
at Yakov and stormed off to his room. Checking his phone, he saw Victor had
been texting him.
Victor  -  Call me once you get a chance!!!!
Rolling his eyes, Yuri found him calling over to Victor.
“Yuri! I watched your program! You were so good!” Victor squeaked out on the
phone.
“I got silver.”
“You still did amazing!”
Hearing Victor tell him this did help calm down his anger. Yakov had only
chastised him, telling him everything he did wrong. Lilia said he was beautiful
but needed to work harder. Hearing someone saying he did well was what he
needed.
“You better get ready for Skate America next week,” Yuri growled into the
phone.
“Oh you know I got this!” Victor squealed. “I am rocking that eros program
too!”
Victor was always so sure of himself— but it was the opposite way Yuri was sure
of himself. They both had confidence, but where Yuri was trying to prove his
confidence to everyone— Victor’s just came naturally.
“Don’t be so sure of yourself.”
“Oh you know I got this!” Victor said. “Just cheer me on from home and I’ll
skate my best for you!”
 
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“Yakov! Are you crazy? Taking on more skaters for the seniors?” Lilia said as
he poured herself another brandy.
“They are all talented. How can I not?”
Lilia pinched the bridge of her nose as Potya purred in her lap. Running her
hands through the soft fur, she had to wonder how she came about having two
teenagers under her roof.
“You are getting soft in your old age,” Lilia said, sipping her brandy.
“Says the woman with one of my skater’s cat in their lap and a dog at her
feet.”
Looking down, she had never seen a dog so large as Makkachin, but the dog was
lovable and she found a soft spot for these two balls of fur.
“Are you really allowing Victor to the short programs?” Lilia asked.
“Da, didn’t you see his choreography in juniors? Having Yuri and him skate
opposing themes will be good for them both.”
“It will draw them attention, this is true… though I have to say… they should
have switched their themes around.”
“You know Victor always does the opposite of what we ask him.”
Lilia nodded, this was true. She thought Victor was more suited for the agape
piece, but he was determined to skate to Eros. There was a huge fight with Yuri
over the music and piece— but in the end, Victor wooed his way into what he
wanted.
“I just hope you know what you are getting into,” Lilia said before draining
her glass. Having teenagers around was not easy work.
 
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Yuri was pissed. Not only was he moving in with Lilia and Yakov, so was Victor.
They would share a small room. Two small beds on each side of the room and two
small desks with a shared closet. It made him wonder why he continued to do
this, but then he remembered his grandpa and would sigh deeply.
Victor was over on his side of the room, hanging up a posters of the skater
Yuuri Katsuki.
“That skater is nothing but nerves and falls,” Yuri said, setting up his
laptop.
“Have you seen his footwork? I can’t take my eyes off of him!” Victor
proclaimed, clutching his hands to his heart.
The last thing Yuri needed reminding of was the loser he screamed at not that
long ago. How does one make it to the Grand Prix Finals, then go cry in the
bathroom.
“I hear he is giving up skating,” Yuri said.
“No! Didn’t you see? Lambiel took him under his wing as his coach!” Victor
squeaked out.   
“What a waste of time,” Yuri said, pulling his headphones on, ignoring the rest
of the gushing Victor was liable to do over that fat pig. He was never sure
what Victor saw in that pig anyways. He never landed his jumps and you could
see his love handles as he skated. Skaters were meant to be fit and in top
shape. How could Victor be so hung up over someone so plain?
Yuri even hated he found himself comparing the two of them.
He even found himself glaring at a poster one night, wondering what this guy
had that he didn’t? Maybe because he was older? Or the way the extra weight on
him gave him soft curves? He hated himself for even wondering.
 
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Victor was not sure why he had done it. Yuri had been screaming at him— but to
be fair, Yuri always screamed at him.
It had been a rough week, Skate Canada and America behind them— Yuri and him
both getting silver and both of them changing their programs to up the base
scores. They pushed harder than usual and were more on edge. Yuri had bitched
Victor used all the hot water and screamed at him over his long hair being the
reason.
“I swear you will wake up to a bald head!” Yuri screamed.
“Never touch my hair!”
That was when Yuri reached out and grabbed a lock of his hair, pulling it.
Victor gasped and grabbed Yuri’s— returning the favor. It led to them both
screaming and pulling each other’s hair. Neither of them were letting up and
when Victor went to knee Yuri in the stomach, they fell to the bed.
Their hands tangled in each other’s hair as Yuri growled at him. Victor had the
advantage with his knee in Yuri’s stomach, pinning him to the bed. He hated
fighting with Yuri, he really did. When Yuri let go of his hair, they pulled
away and sat up.
The glare was out of Yuri’s eyes— replaced with tears. Victor was scared he had
hurt Yuri. Leaning in, he was very close to Yuri.
“What? Never seen anyone upset?” Yuri asked.
“I’ve never seen you cry.”
Yuri went to push him. Victor grabbed his hands and pulled him to him. Crashing
back on the bed, Yuri was on top of him and Victor only saw eyes filled with
tears. Leaning up, he kissed Yuri.  He was not sure why he did it, he just felt
it was the right thing to do. Their lips brushed together and Victor could feel
the wetness on Yuri’s face as his lips trembled.
A gasp and Yuri jumped off the bed. He was left just laying there as Yuri
stormed out the room. Touching his finger to his lips, Victor was not sure what
had just happened—but his heart was racing and his mind spinning over it all.
He couldn’t take his fingers from his lips, remembering where they had just
touched Yuri’s. Where just moments ago he was so angry and mad, he was giddy
and happy now.
 
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Where the hell was Otabek? Yuri could not find him anywhere. He had not
expected in Barcelona to meet someone like him. He was so use to Victor who
rambled on nonstop about everything, but with Otabek it was a different air.
Otabek was serious and more laid back. They had spent the day shopping and Yuri
had ignored his phone— Victor had been texting him all day wondering where he
was and what he was doing.
Sure, Yuri probably should have told him he would be out all day and that he
was hanging out with Otabek— but it wasn’t like him and Victor were a couple.
Ok, sure, they had messed around and even joked about going all the way at the
Grand Prix Finals, but nothing was defined. It was just a good way to blow off
steam.
He had everyone looking for Otabek and they found out he was at a club in the
city. Yuri wanted to get down there and find him. The music was loud and Yuri
felt a pang of regret for leaving Victor back at the hotel room. Maybe he
should have invited Victor with him?
It was when he was thrown on his ass on the sidewalk that Yuri decided maybe
this was a bad idea. If Otabek had wanted to hang out with that night, he would
have answered his text.
His phone buzzed in his pocket and Yuri stopped, leaning against a lamp post.
There were a few messages from Victor. Sighing deeply, he sent a text saying he
was headed to the ice and to bring their skates.
Hoping on the next bus, he took the ride across the city to the arena. Sure
enough, Victor was there with their bags. Yuri was used to seeing a smile on
his face, but his hair was down and shadow covered his expression.
“What are we doing?” Victor asked as he handed his bag to him.
“Making me a new exhibition program.”
 
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It was nice having someone in ballet class on his level. They were always in a
room with girls and older skaters— he always felt out of place. Having Yuri
with him now, as a friend, made life easier. He remembered when this all
started, Yuri tried to outdo him in everything. Leaps across the rooms,
dizzying spins till they both would fall over. Instead of being a force against
each other, they used that energy to work together.
Thinking back from where they were to where they had come, it was nice having
someone so close in age to him that understood.
Tying back his hair, his body needed a good stretch.
“Yuri, help me stretch?”
A quick nod as Yuri pulled his leg warmers up and jumped to his feet. No one
had made it to the classroom yet, so they had time to stretch out real good.
Laying on his back, he let Yuri grab his leg and push it till his foot was over
his head, touching the floor.
“You’re tight,” Yuri grunted out, pushing his body down on his leg. “Let’s warm
up a bit first, then stretch.”
Going through their positions, Victor had to envy how easy it all was to Yuri—
or at least how easy he made it look. His body moved so effortlessly, though he
always had his brow crinkled. With their bodies warmer, Victor laid back on the
mat as Yuri pushed and pulled his limbs around. Changing positions, Victor was
stretching out Yuri and listening to him complain over his hair.
“You could at least put it in a bun so it doesn’t drape all over me!” Yuri
bitched out, tugging a strand that was tickling at his face.
“Maybe I like when you pull it,” Victor said, smirking back at Yuri.
“Gross!” Yuri said, pushing Victor off of him, then grabbing his hair. “Here,
let me fix it.”
Crossing his legs on the floor, Victor sat as he felt Yuri’s fingers along his
scalp, gathering his hair. Victor told himself it was a hassle to pull his hair
in a bun— that it wasn’t so Yuri would fix it for him.
 
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The problem with sharing a room with Victor— long strands of hair seem to be
everywhere. Between Makkachin, Poyta and Victor, Yuri felt his life was nothing
but lint rollers and plucking stray hairs off of him.
“Seriously, Victor! Stay off my bed!” he growled out, pulling another strand
off his comforter.
“Oh get off it! I have blonde hair on my bed!”
“You do not!”
“Do so! Come look!”
Yuri bounced up and stomped over where Victor was. Victor giggled and held up a
golden strand of hair. Rolling his eyes he went to shrug it off— but Victor
rose to his knees and planted a kiss on his lips.
After the other week and their fight— the air between them had changed. Yuri
was not sure what it was, maybe with his break down, maybe that barrier was
crossed— but he didn’t push Victor away. It was on the next night they had
kissed again—this time Yuri initiating it. Grabbing Victor by his shirt,
pulling them together, their teeth knocking together. Victor giggled and
hesitantly put his hand on Yuri’s shoulder, and they tried again.
Neither was sure what to do, but their bodies seem to lead them through it.
Lips slowly moving against the other till they pulled away. Victor’s cheeks
pink and he was sure his were too.
“You should smile more often,” Victor said as his hand ran down his cheek.
Yuri rolled his eyes and went back to his side of the room.
They had spent many nights jerking off in their beds, hearing the other breath
funny and the bed jerk. They never spoke about it, but the moment Yuri heard
the small tiny gasp from the other side of the room, he would reach his hands
under the blankets. After the first few times, they stopped even trying to be
quiet about it. Wet sounds accompanied by small grunts and gasp. Yuri would
never admit it, but he always waited for Victor to start first, then he joined
in. It was a small shared secret they had at night in their small little room.
“You planted that there,” Yuri said before sitting on the edge of Victor’s bed.
“So what if I did?” Victor asked, pulling out a brush, running it through
Yuri’s hair.
“Could have just called me over.”
“This was more fun!” Victor giggled out, pushing his hair off his neck and
kissing the exposed skin.
It was a weak spot for Yuri— they had both learned, and Victor took advantage
of kissing Yuri on his neck. A low moan and Yuri turned, pushing Victor down on
the bed. There was an innocence to Victor as his hair fanned out around him,
the way he bit his lip, and how his eyes looked up at him. Holding his wrist
down, Yuri liked feeling like he was in control. Victor liked to give it over.
Noisy, wet kisses shared— bodies rutting against each other. It was close to
bedtime and Yuri preferred getting off this way than jerking himself under the
covers.
 
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“Asshole! Get out of my way!” Yuri yelled as he skated very close to Victor
right as Victor landed his axle.
“Yuri! Share the ice!” Yakov screamed out.
Yakov had told them they would be moving in with Lilia for the season. Yuri was
pissed and took it out on Victor. He wanted nothing to do with him. His stupid
hair, his stupid beautiful face— he hated him. He was suppose to the be star!
Not this doey eyed, baby faced, long haired freak.
Picking up speed, Yuri skated towards Victor again, jumping into a triple and
landing right next to Victor, only as he landed, they both tumbled down.
“Yuri!” Yakov screamed.
Both boys groaned as they hit the ice.
“Are you ok?” Victor asked.
The asshole was even nice. Here he was, being a jerk, and Victor was concerned
about him. Maybe he was the one being an idiot.
“Yeah… sorry about that,” Yuri said, lifting back up and skating off. Yakov was
yelling for him and as he approached him, his bellowing yell echoed off the
walls.
“I will take you out of this as fast as I put you in this!”
He knew he had fucked up—big time. He saw Victor standing on the side of next
to the wall as Mila hugged him and petted at his hair. Yakov continued to yell
at him as Yuri looked across the ice, seeing a tear fall down Victor’s cheek.
For some reason, that made him feel far worse than anything Yakov could have
said
 
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“There is no way you can change up your exhibition skate!” Victor squeaked out
as they got entrance into the arena.
Yuri was lucky the guard was young and smiled at them both. They smiled sweetly
and wooed their way in.
“Yes I can and I will! Now are you going to help me?” Yuri asked.
“Only if you apologize,” Victor said, crossing his arms, standing his ground.
“Apologize for what?”
Victor gave Yuri a stern look, he was not budging. Rolling his eyes, Yuri
sighed and leaned against the wall—both boys staring the other down.
“What am I even apologizing for?”
“You know why!” Victor hissed out.
Yuri knew he had been an ass, but he was always an ass. He figured after all
this time that Victor would have been used to it, but he also knew Victor was
more sensitive “Ok, fine… sorry for being an ass in the hotel room.”
Victor squint his eyes at Yuri. “That I am use to from you.”
“Then what is it? Look, we don’t have all night and I need a new routine.”
Victor’s head dropped and he looked away from Yuri. “Then you better start
thinking harder.”

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Rostelecom was a mass of energy that swirled around them. Yuri was running off
with his grandpa for a bit and Victor decided to get in some extra practice
time. He saw a handful of skaters from other countries he was slowly getting to
know and remembered from Juniors, but it was all still overwhelming.
It was weird not having Yuri around him. He had gotten so use to him just being
there. Their schedules very similar between practice and free time. It was
probably better that he went and hid in his room anyway.
Pushing the button to the elevator, he felt a presence step next to him.
Turning around, he saw Yuuri Katsuki standing there, casually holding his bag.
Gasping, Victor fumbled and almost fell over, his bag tumbling to the ground.
“Oh! Let me help you,” Yuuri said, bending down to get the bag and help Victor.
He felt frozen in place and Yuuri slid his bag strap up on his shoulder.
“You are Nikiforov, right?” Yuuri asked. “Your short program is really good.”
Victor wished he could say something, but his mouth was dry and his heart was
pounding. Even when he stepped on the elevator, he was surprised he remember
which floor he was supposed to. There was a warmth to Yuuri’s eyes as he smiled
at him on the elevator. As the elevator dinged the floor, Yuuri smiled sweetly
at him. “Good luck this weekend.” Then stepped out.
Victor took a deep breath and melted to the back wall of the elevator as the
doors closed. It was moments like this he wished Yuri was there so he could
gush and squeal over it. Pulling out his phone, he would just have to call him
and tell him all about it.

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“I have no idea what you even see in him anyway,” Yuri mumbled as he gently
stroked the black polish over Victor’s finger. It amused Yuri how Victor was
the soft one, but wore the dark colored polishes all the time. He was sure if
he did it, Yakov would throw a fit.
“He is beautiful,” Victor dreamily sighed out.
They were sitting on Victor’s side of the room, posters of Yuuri Katsuki
covering his half of the room. At first Yuri was creeped out by it, but after
time—it grew on him. He even had to admit, Katsuki had a nice ass.
“He fails his jumps... and he got fat last year,” Yuri grumbled.
“But his footwork is to die for! I can’t take my eyes off of him when he
skates!” Victor giggled out, “Plus… I like a little weight on him, makes him
look soft.”
“Gross!”
Victor giggled as Yuri finished his nails and laid back on his pillows, blowing
on the wet polish. “Toes!”
Yuri pinched a toe wiggling at him before dipping the brush back in the bottle
and painting his toes. Every now and then he would tickle the bottom of
Victor’s foot just to hear him squeal out in laughter.
“I’m glad you stopped hating me,” Victor said.
“What makes you think this?” Yuri asked, swiping more polish across the last of
Victor’s toes.
“Well you stopped growling at me for one!”
“I growl at everyone.”
“You don’t jump in front of me on the ice anymore.”
“Yakov yelled at me too bad.”
“I like you.”
Yuri stopped what he was doing— there was one toe left. What did that mean?
“Um…”
“You know… like I like you,” Victor stammered. “I am glad we are friends.”
Yuri could feel his cheeks getting warm, why the hell was he blushing? “Don’t
get all sentimental on me. What you like is that Japanese piggy.”
Victor giggled. “Yeah, I really do.”
Victor got that far off expression and Yuri rolled his eyes while painting the
last of his toes.

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Victor knew he was running late and ran as hard as his legs would carry him.
Once he approached the alley where they were to meet, he saw the back end of
Yuri on a motorbike—taking off in the opposite direction.
He had tucked his hair into a hat to be less noticeable out and about—and he
was glad he did. Surrounded by Yuri’s Angles, they were snapping pictures and
squealing over what had just happen.
“Who was that?” Victor asked.
“That was Otabek Altin!” one of the girls screamed.
Victor never did hear from Yuri all day. It was late evening when Yuri came
skipping into their room and falling on his bed, laying his head in his lap. He
looked happy and Victor had to smile down at him.
It was hard being happy for your friend, but jealous at the same time.
“Victor! It was great! Otabek took me everywhere around the city and then we
went to have dinner!”
Victor had never heard Yuri speak so enthusiast before. It dug at something
inside of him. They were supposed to have gone out that day, they were supposed
to have dinner with all the skaters. But he had been forgotten—left behind.
Forcing a smile on his face, Victor knew he should be happy for his friend and
listen as Yuri went on and on over how cool Otabek was.
It was not long before Yuri was curl up next to Victor, his hands tangled in
his long hair and all was quiet.
If Yuri thought Otabek was so cool, why was he still curled up next to him
then? Why didn’t he go run off with Otabek?
Victor let jealousy get the best of him. Flipping Yuri over, he straddled him
and started to kiss Yuri deeply. Small moans filling the room instantly as
their hard needy bodies pressed against one another. He loved how Yuri would
gently bite his lip and pull his hair. This was the Grand Prix Finals and they
were finally going to go all the way. Yuri didn’t need some boy on a motorbike.
Not when he had him. Rolling his hips again, he wanted to remind Yuri what was
right in front of him this entire time.
 
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 Exhibitions skates aside, medals handed out—another season come and gone. Yuri
had been blasted out by Yakov and Lilia for his stunt on the ice. Minutes
before it was time for his skate, he turned to Otabek, “Hey! At the cue! Come
out to the ice… but just stand on the side, Ok?”
Otabek nodded his head.
Looking out on the ice, Yuri watched as Victor skated an old skate by Yuuri
Katsuki. Of all the things he could have come up with or done, he picked one of
Yuuri’s first routines. He did not understand what Victor saw in Yuuri. Sure,
his footwork was amazing, and he had to admit he did have a nice ass. He also
wasn’t all that bad looking with his hair pushed back. Maybe he was missing
something, he couldn’t put his finger on it.
This year had done Yuuri good though. With his new coach—he had a solid
performance and managed to grab the bronze. Yuri thought Victor was going to
faint when all three of them shared the podium. He hated to admit it, but
Victor looked amazing in his costume with his hair high on his head and a blue
rose crown adorned his head.
“Your friend is really good,” Otabek said.
“Yeah but I am better.”
He had admit, Victor looked happy as he skated.
 
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It was well known the banquets could easily get out hand. Yuri and Victor were
able to sneak more than enough glasses of champagne to be on the verge of
drunk. Victor was hanging on Yuri, his hair a mess all around him. Somehow his
finger was twirling at Victor’s hair as they watched everyone around them dance
and laugh.
“Oh wow!” Victor breathed out.
Turning his head, Yuri saw where Chris and Yuuri were dancing provocatively
against each other. Both of them with their shirts unbuttoned and ties tied
around their head.
“I bet you wish you were Chris,” Yuri whispered, twirling Victor’s long hair
around his figure again.
Victor wrapped his arms around Yuri’s waist, laying his head on his shoulder.
“Oh you know it! Maybe I should go out there!”
“How much have you had to drink?”
Victor giggled. “The same amount you have!”
That meant Victor was about as drunk as he was. He was not sure if Victor was
hugging him or just holding himself up. Their heads were fuzzy and their bodies
drunk. All the other skaters were dancing and cheering on Yuuri and Chris as
they continued to strip down and swing around a pole.
Yuri could have sworn Victor was drooling at this point. He had never seen two
people pole dance—especially at the banquet.
Somehow Victor had managed to grab more champagne for them. Even leaning
against the wall, standing upright was hard. Their suit jackets were long gone
and their ties partly undone.
“This is my chance!” Victor said to Yuri.
“What?”
“My chance!”
“What are you going on on about? Do you want to leave or something?” They still
had their deal to follow through with, Yuri did not want to admit he was
looking forward to it. The idea of Victor under him and them  finally  having
sex, rushed a thrill through his body.
Yuri watched as Victor stumbled across the floor and made his way over where
Yuuri was putting his clothes back on. Chris and Yuuri laughing loudly as they
pulled their shirts back on. It was that moment Victor had stumbled and fell
into Yuuri.
“Be my coach, Yuuri! Be my coach!”
 
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Victor was holding Yuri in their hotel, sobbing uncontrollably.
“Why didn’t you stop me?”
“Do you think you would have listened?” Yuri asked, wrapping his arms harder
around Victor.
It had shocked him when Victor went and practically dry humped Yuuri in front
of everyone— begging him to be his coach. Somehow he managed to pull Victor off
of Yuuri with the help of Chris and they quickly ran back to their room. He was
sure Yakov would scold them both later for being drunk.
“Like you would have listened if I even tried.”
“I made an ass of myself!”
When Victor pulled away from Yuri’s embrace, his face was red and puffy. They
were still very drunk from the banquet—using his thumb, Yuri wiped tears off
Victor’s cheek. Blue watery eyes blinking at him as Victor took his face in his
hands and kissed him. It was soft and wet— it was everything he did not want in
their kiss. Victor was still crying as their tongues met, his tears making a
mess of his face.
Yuri tried to push him away, but Victor pulled him on top of him. “Please Yuri!
I need this!”
There was no way Yuri could take advantage of Victor. Even in their drunken
state, he knew Victor was only upset over Yuuri, and it would be wrong.
“We made a promise!” Victor cried out, biting at his neck.
There were no words Yuri could think of to make it alright with Victor, but he
knew fucking him right now was wrong. Pushing his hand down Victor’s pants, he
felt Victor was not even hard.
“Victor… we are drunk… let’s go to sleep,” Yuri said, pulling Victor to him,
wrapping his arms around him. Usually they never shared a bed, but usually they
were never drunk either. It was only minutes and they were both fast asleep—
Victor holding Yuri as tight as he could, tears drying on his cheeks.
 
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When Yuri woke up that morning, the bed on the other side of the room was
empty. That was odd as Victor was always the one to wake him in the morning.
This is well out of character.
 Screaming from the front room had Yuri jumping out of bed and running out to
the kitchen area. Yakov was screaming as Lilia paced back and forth.
“Did you know about this?” Yakov screamed.
Rubbing his eyes, Yuri looked at them both. “Know about what?”
“Victor ran off to Japan… apparently he thinks Yuuri will be his coach,” Lilia
said.
What the hell? Shaking his head, Yuri went to get his phone. There was nothing
on it. He would have figured Victor would have sent him a message, an email—
anything. There was nothing. Sitting on his bed, he looked over at the
perfectly made bed of Victor’s. How could he run off and not tell him? Victor
told him everything. Yuri was numb, felt betrayed.
“He didn’t even say anything… do I mean that little to him?” Yuri asked his
cat— only getting a small pur as his fingers trailed through the fluffy fur.
He could hear Yakov screaming as Lilia tried to calm him down. Yuri knew that
would be no use. Laying back down in his bed, he covered the blanket over his
head, hoping it was all just a bad dream.
 
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“You two just barely made it! You will train harder!” Yakov screamed at Yuri
and Victor.
Yuri could only roll his eyes as Victor leaned against him, his hand around
waist, head on his shoulder, just giggling. Yuri did not see what the big deal
was, they brought back gold and silver from the Grand Prix. What more did the
old man want?
They skated longer hours than most of the other skaters, put in more time on
the barre and spent very little time studying. Why did they need to study when
they were athletes? Given one day off a week, they sat with tutors and rested
their bodies on those days. Yuri hated his one day off was spent with an old
woman with a monotone voice going over shit he did not want to even learn.
“We should skip tutoring tomorrow,” Victor said as they warmed up on the ice.

“And do what?” Yuri asked.
Victor shrugged, “Just go somewhere.. anywhere.”
“Count me in!” Yuri said as he skated off.

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Even after the rejection at the banquet—you could not take Victor’s smile away.
Back at home, Yuri was used to the giggles that came from the small bed on the
other side of the room.
He also got used to Victor not leaving when he did Skype calls with Otabek.
Victor would lay on his belly on his bed, hands under his chin and just watch
them. Yuri thought it was creepy and no matter how much he bitched at Victor,
he never stopped or left the room.
Yuri had manipulated the timing of his calls so that he was catching Otabek
after his workouts. Seeing him all sweaty and flushed did something to him. He
felt his body stir and his pants get uncomfortable. He liked how casual they
could be, and how easy it was to talk to him. Otabek had even commented once
how he could see Victor watching them as they talked, Yuri waved it off,
calling Victor a creeper or some insult.
Tonight when he called out, he was met with a topless Otabek who was sitting at
his desk, his after work out drink in his hand and breathing heavy.
“Sorry, was running late,” Otabek said.
“I could have called back.”
“No need to, I made it.”  There was a smirk Otabek had that Yuri found
charming. He was so emotionless with everything, but there was a glimpse of
something different on their calls. He looked forward to them, and wished
Victor would give him a few minutes of privacy. Yuri had to thank all the gods
for the way that Otabek was still glistening with sweat. The way the droplets
were running down his neck and chest, dark brown nipples peaked—he was
completely distracted.
He hated how turned on it made him, but thankful he was seated at his desk
today and not on his bed. Wearing track pants made it noticeable the way he was
affected by it all. Every time Otabek brought the small towel to wipe his
forehead, Yuri could see the lines in his biceps and felt his mouth go dry.
As the call ended, Yuri sat back and sighed deeply. He had forgotten Victor was
still there— laid out on his bed, giggling at him, reading a manga.
“What are you laughing at?” Yuri growled out.
Victor’s looked over his way, then looked down.
“Fuck off!” Yuri growled as he tried to adjust himself in his pants.
Victor rolled his eyes and set his manga down. “Just come here and I’ll take
care of it.”
How weird was it, that Yuri got turned on by Otabek, but went over to Victor
afterwards? Two people so opposite—Victor was long and lean and Otabek was
short and stacked. Where Otabek was dark, Victor was pale. Otabek was quiet and
reserved, Victor wore his heart on his sleeve.
Laying on the bed, Victor straddled Yuri’s lap and started to rock his hips.
Their cocks rubbed together as Victor’s hair spilled all down around his
shoulders, covering Yuri. Holding Victor’s long hair back, he gasped as Victor
rolled his hips and covered his mouth with his.
They had been so used to kissing each other, it came naturally. Tongues sliding
together, bites on their lower lips, moaning out as their cocks rubbed— they
had become in sync with one another. Yuri knew exactly how to get Victor off
easily— as did Victor. Hands grabbing at the other as they held their cocks
together, hands sliding over them, gasping loudly.
How bad of a person was he for staring at Victor, but thinking of Otabek? Yuri
had to push those thoughts away as he starting cumming, feeling Victor’s hand
tighten around his cock. It was only moments later and Victor followed suit.
They didn’t cuddle. That was what couples did. He passed a tissue to Victor,
kissed him quickly and went back over to his bed.
No, they were not a couple. He knew they were each thinking about someone else
as they did this. He knew Victor’s mind was centered on Yuuri— though he still
had no idea what he saw in that pig.

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Victor had a plan. He had booked a room at the Inn and knew when Yuuri would
come out to the hot springs. It was his only chance!
Sure it was rash and insane—packing up him and Makkachin and traveling across
the world in hopes his favorite skater would take notice of him, it was a risk
he was willing to take. Tying up his hair so it was high on his head, He
stripped down completely and bathed in the water—waiting on Yuuri to appear. It
would be perfect—the water was warm enough to make his skin a pinkish color,
his hair damp.  There was no way Yuuri could say no to him. He was not nervous,
there was no way he could be turned down. He was young and in the best shape of
his life.  
The moment he saw Yuuri burst through the doors, Victor gave him his best smile
he could as he rose from the water—his body on full display.
“Yuuri, starting today, you will be my coach. I'll win the Grand Prix Final!”

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“I am glad you two got back safe,” Otabek said over the Skype call.
Victor was off pouting in his bed and had not spoken to Yuri the moment he drug
him to the airport in Japan. It was for his own good, but Yuri felt bad—Victor
really did seem heartbroken.
“Da, now to get this crybaby back on the ice,” Yuri said.
“What?” Otabek asked.
“Yeah, ever since we got back, Victor refuses to skate.”
“Stop talking about me as if I am not here!” Victor cried out, punching his
pillow .
Yuri trolled his eyes and got to talking with Otabek, ignoring Victor as he
pouted and threw a fit. He was looking forward to seeing him at Worlds. Yuri
was hoping they could move their friendship into something more. As their call
ended, he could see Victor still had his back to him as he stared up at the
posters of Yuuri.
“How about we rip them all down?” Yuri asked.
Victor shook his head and rose to his knees, carefully taking each tac out of
the wall and then gently folding the poster. With a heavy sigh, Yuri joined him
on the bed and helped. If it were him, he would have ripped them all and
started a bonfire with them.
They quietly took down each poster and news article Victor had all on his side
of the room then he watched Victor tuck them under his bed.
“You’re a good friend,” Victor said, running his hand down Yuri’s face.
“Well at least I don’t have to stare at that pig anymore.”
Yuri only hoped Worlds would go well for them both. As much as he hated to
admit it, he had gotten use to seeing Katsuki all over Victor’s side of the
room— it looked weird now.
Grabbing Victor and laying down, he held him in his arms. Victor wasn’t crying
anymore, that was good.
 
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Yuri had been looking forward to Worlds, as Victor did too. They would get to
see Otabek and Yuuri.
Yuri worried after the stunt Victor pulled if Yuuri would even acknowledge him.
He didn’t . All Victor got was a wave from Yuuri before they started their
short program.
“You think he is going to be ok?” Otabek whispered to him.
“Knowing Victor, he will go out there and knock out a damn world record,” Yuri
mumbled.
Which Victor did, of course.
Yuri was thrilled that Otabek had gotten a motorbike again. They were able to
go on long rides and see the country. It was great. He loved sitting on the
back of the bike, feeling it vibrate his body as he wrapped his arms around
Otabek.
Otabek pulled over at a nearby down to grab dinner. Yuri thought it was so
romantic and nice. Otabek was a gentleman too— holding the door open and even
suggesting a dish for him to order.
The night had been perfect. Yuri had sat and just stared at how perfect Otabek
looked. His sharp jawline and dark eyes. They had both skated well and then
were given leave for the rest of the day. He felt guilty for leaving Victor
behind, but they already spent most their time together; some time together
apart was good.
He didn’t want to the night to end. The ride back to the hotel was faster than
he wanted. It was awkward as he got off the bike, he wasn’t ready to go back to
his room. They stood next to the bike and talked a little bit— Yuri was waiting
for his chance, any chance.
When the moment came, Yuri went to lean in, only to have Otabek turn his face
and back away.
“Yura,” Otabek said, running his hand down his arm, “I don’t see you that way.”
Spinning on the balls of his feet, Yuri ran as fast as could— to his hotel room
where he knew Victor was waiting up for him.
 
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Hair was in his face and his head was pounding. What the hell? Pushing the hair
from his face, Yuri could feel a weight on his chest. Victor was snoring softly
against him.
They had slept in the same bed.
Wrinkled suits from the banquet and hungover, Yuri pushed Victor off of him and
went to stand up. His legs wobbled and he sat back down again. He was not sure
if he was still drunk or just hungover. Holding his head, he groaned.
“Yuri?” Victor groaned out, “Tell me last night was a dream.”
He could hear the cracking in Victor’s voice. His head was spinning and he
couldn’t handle all of this right now. It was easier to hold Victor to him and
let him cry again. Kissing Victor’s forehead, Yuri wished his head would stop
pounding. “I wish I could tell you it was a dream.”
It should have been awkward, it should have been weird. Maybe it was the
hangover that was making it all not so bad. Yuri fell back to sleep holding
Victor in his arms, like it was the most natural thing ever.

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It wasn't that Yuri was jealous. He was furious. Victor told him everything but
mentioned nothing of taking off to Japan to chase after that fat pig. That
night as Yakov and Lilia drank themselves to sleep, Yuri packed his own bag and
booked a flight. It would leave right as the sun was rising—before Yakov and
Lilia woke up.
He could take the bus to the airport, go and get Victor—bringing him back.
Victor did not belong in Japan, he belonged in Russia.
No, Yuri was not jealous. He would  never  be jealous over that fat pig.
That was what he told himself—even as he rushed into the ice rink and stood
next to the pig, watching Victor skate. There was a difference as Victor
skated— something there that had not been there before. The way his hair flowed
around him, the emotion in his face that radiated through his body.
No, Victor did not belong in Japan— he belonged in Russia.
“I’m taking him back home with me,” Yuri growled. He looked over at Yuuri,
seeing him in the flesh and not in a poster on their bedroom wall—he still
didn’t see it. What did this pig have? He was average at best.
“I think that is best,” Yuuri agreed.
 
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“You need to get back on the ice,” Yuri said that morning as he woke up,
changing to his work out gear. They had ballet that morning, then practice that
afternoon.
“I am staying in bed.”
Sighing, Yuri went over where Victor was still laid in bed and pulled his
covers off of him. Victor was curled out, hugging his legs to his chest. It had
been a few days, he didn’t understand why Yakov was letting him just sit around
and mope.
Victor had not smiled in days, he hated to admit how much he missed it. No
matter what was happening; a bad day on the ice, the tutor being overly
boring—Yuri could count on Victor smiling and brightening his day.
“Stop being so self absorbed and get the fuck up!” Yuri yelled. “Ok, so what?
Yuuri let you come back home! Big deal! What about me? You ran off and left me
behind!” Yuri had had enough. He had kept this all bottled up and now it was
over spilling.
Victor sat up and blinked his eyes as he looked at Yuri— it was almost as if a
realization had hit him.
“You came and got me,” Victor whispered, pulling his knees back to his chest
and hugging him.
Yuri grumbled and sat next to him on the bed, wrapping his arm around him, “You
are stuck with me, dammit. Don’t ever think about leaving me again.”
Victor tilted his head so their heads touched. It was such a small gesture, but
it made Yuri feel better, all the tension in his body washing away.
“You’re stuck with me too,” Victor said quietly.
A loud kiss on his cheek then Victor had gotten up, changing into his workout
clothes as if nothing had happened. When Victor pulled the shirt over his head,
pulling his hair out, he smiled at Yuri.
He really did miss that smile.
 
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“Why is he even here?” Yuuri asked him.
Yuri could only shake his head as he watched Victor do high level spins on the
ice, his hair flowing around him. He couldn’t have looked more beautiful if he
had tried. It was hard to take your eyes off of him.  
“I mean, I get it… he has a crush… but you don’t flay around the world for a
crush,” Yuuri said.
“You do if you are Victor.”
Yuuri sighed and rested against the wall, “He is quite beautiful… maybe if it
was another time and place…”
“You’d be damn lucky to have someone like Victor,” Yuri growled out.
Yuuri shook his head. “He is a kid and has his entire career ahead of him. I am
at the end of mine.”
Victor’s laughter rang all around them as he spun in graceful circles.
“I’d only destroy that laughter and light in him,” Yuuri said, leaning against
the wall, never taking his eyes off Victor. “You’re a good friend for coming
for him.”
Sometimes Yuri wondered if there was a way to extinguish the light in Victor.
It shone so bright and was almost blinding some days. Even he himself was not
immune to it. Many times when he was upset over messing up a jump, Victor was
always there, holding his hand out and talking him through it.
Victor was too good for Yuuri.

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Victor had rarely seen Yuri this upset. When he came crashing through the hotel
room, flinging himself at him, all Victor could do was brace himself as Yuri
screamed into his chest.
“Yuri?”
It must have gone bad with Otabek. Stroking Yuri’s hair, Victor held his friend
tightly. He could feel Yuri trembling in his arms. He sighed. They had the
worst luck. Yuuri had barely even looked his way, and by the way Yuri was
screaming he knew it was not good.
“He… turned his head away from my kiss!” Yuri yelled.
“Oh Yuri… I am so sorry.”
He felt hands on his face as Yuri rose and looked at him. “You won’t turn away
from me, will you?”
No, he never turned away from Yuri. Leaning in, he gently kissed Yuri’s lips.
"Never."
 
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They did play hookie, not telling Yakov where they went. That morning they took
off as Lilia and Yakov had breakfast, sipping their tea. Wearing street clothes
since it was a tutoring day, they slipped out the door and ran to the bus stop.
It was crazy, it was wild. Yuri had never done anything like this before.
Laughter rang behind him from Victor as they made their way to the bus station.
“So what are we doing today?” Yuri asked.
“Anything we want! Let’s be free!” Victor said, spreading his arms out and
spinning.
He found he was laughing as Victor did this. So carefree, always so happy,
regardless what was happening. Yuri couldn’t help but get sucked into the
laughter. Even as Victor grabbed his hands and started jumping up and down—
Yuri knew they looked silly, but he didn’t care.
As they boarded the bus, they took it down to the mall and walked around, both
had turned off their phones, knowing Yakov was losing his mind right about now.
Walking around without a care, getting snacks and drinks they weren’t allowed
to have— they had a chance to be teenagers.
“Let’s get lunch and go to the movies!” Victor said.
“I hear there is a really bloody horror movie out!”
Victor made a sour face and shook his head, “Comedy!”
Yuri laughed, “Fine, but let’s buy loads of candy and popcorn!”
Grabbing Victor’s hand, Yuri found this time he was the one laughing as they
ran down the sidewalk.
 
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Victor was laid up on his bed as they were getting ready for bed. Yuri was
going through Otabek’s Instagram account and liking everything he could.
“I don’t know what you see in him,” Victor said, turning over on his stomach
and looking up at Yuri.
Yuri was laid on his back with his phone in the air, scrolling through the
pictures. “He is different than anyone I know.”
“Well so I am.”
“That you are.”
He could hear Victor huff out and continue to stare at him. Yuri didn’t get it,
Victor sat all day swooning over a fat pig. But when Yuri showed interest in
someone, it was as if Victor got really clingy.
“You think you will try to go out to Almaty?” Victor asked.
“I’d like to… doubt Yakov would let me go.”
“I wanna go to Japan! Maybe we should run away!”
Yuri rolled his eyes. Of course Victor would think something like sneaking out
was the answer. “And do what? Hope a plane across the globe?”
“Sure! Why not?”
Yuri gave Victor an annoyed look and went back to his phone. It was when
Victor’s hands ran under his shirt and started to tickle him the dropped his
phone and started cursing at Victor. It did not matter as Victor wouldn’t stop.
No matter how much Yuri squirmed and fought, Victor was able to pin him down
and tickle him till he almost cried.
“Ok, I’ll stop,” Victor said as he rolled off Yuri. When Yuri looked, he
noticed Victor was hard.
“Gross! You got hard by tickling me?” Yuri asked. He could see the blush on
Victor’s face as he buried his head in the pillow. Yuri shook his head as he
hand ran down Victor’s side. “You are hopeless. You know that?” His hand
dipping under Victor’s waist band, grabbing his cock and stroking it.

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Victor could not believe it. Yuuri had grabbed a robe and covered him, then
ushered him to another room and demanded he get dressed. Victor was so
confused. Even more confused as the next day Yuuri was nowhere to be seen. Mrs.
Katsuki seemed to be really sweet and caring. She kept bringing him out food
and tea and giving him a warm smile.
By the third day Yuuri had taken him to the ice rink. Victor had missed the ice
and took off across it. He could get lost out there—forget everything bad that
had ever happen. It was just him and ice.
The more he spun around, the more he felt his hair twirl around his body—he
loved the feeling of his hair flowing around him as he did his spins and leaps.
As the softer mood washed over it—it all came crashing down.
“Hey Victor! Mind if we have a chat?” Yuri screamed from across the ice.
Dammit, so much for running away. Stopping his spin, he looked over where Yuri
was standing—next to Yuuri. The smile growing on his face. Yuri  did  come to
get him. He could always count on Yuri.
 
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 Yuri had gotten bronze at worlds, Victor gold. It was weird— he had allowed
his emotions to take him over. As he went into his free skate— it started off
bad and he snapped out of it, able to claw his way to the podium. It was weird
being on this block, seeing Victor so high above him, smiling as always.
“We did it Yuri!” Victor said as he leaped off the first place spot, hugging
him tightly.
“Yeah, we did.”
Cameras were flashing all around them, even as Victor kissed his cheek. Yuri
was still numb from so much, but knew he needed to be happy for his friend.
His friend.
Victor was his friend, and had been is friend. No matter what happened, it had
always been the two of them. Even as they both had their hearts broken, they
stood on the podium together. Shit, Yuri even went across the world to get
Victor and bring him back. As Yuri thought back, so much had happened between
him and Victor. His hatred towards him turning to fondness. It was hard to
imagine how life would be without Victor around.
“Smile,” Victor said to him.
Yuri couldn’t help it, the way Victor was smiling, it was infectious. Even as
he thought about how their friendship had grown over time, how he found himself
running to Victor after the previous night with Otabek.
Maybe this was where he belonged. Cameras still flashing as Victor held his
medal up, and his arm wrapped around Yuri, it felt right, it felt good, it felt
natural.
“It’s you,” Yuri said, the realization hitting him.
“What?”
More cameras flashed around them, people asking for comments— Yuri ignoring
them.
“It has always been you, hasn’t it?” Yuri asked as his arm snaked around
Victor’s waist, holding him closer.
There was a sparkle in Victor’s eyes. “I’m always here for you, Yuri.”
Shaking his head, Yuri could not get all his emotions together.
“No, asshole. I mean... Us.”
“What are you saying?”
He wasn’t thinking, of course when it came to him and Victor, there was never
any thinking about it. Maybe that was why they worked so well together. Letting
go of his medal, he ran his fingers down Victor’s face. There was no thought
anymore— it all just felt right.
“Us,” Yuri said before leaning in and kissing Victor. He no longer cared who
saw them. He didn’t care that Otabek was out there watching, or that Yuuri saw
them. Fuck them, let the world see. Moving his hand to the back of Victor’s
head, he deepened the kiss, pleased that Victor kissed back and didn’t push him
away.
When Victor did break away, he was still smiling, “Yes, us.”
 
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