There are only three things to be done with a woman. You can love her, suffer for her, or turn her into literature.
–Lawrence Durell
"Yuuri, Yuuri, my good Yuuri." Viktor cooed, nuzzling into his student's neck. They had just finished the last day of competition, and Yuuri sat at the top for the third year in a row. They had just made it back to the hotel after a late dinner. Yuuri laughed, drunkenly pressing the medal around his neck to Viktor's lips. His back was pressed against the still-locked doorway to their room, and they were both still in their team jerseys. (It was highly inappropriate to do what they were doing in public … but Viktor wasn't the most modest coach.) Yuuri's cheeks were flushed with half a bottle of wine, and he looked even more delicious than the chocolate cake they had shared twenty minutes prior. He had his hair slicked back exactly the way viktor loved it , his cheekbones sharpened by a galaxy smear of glitter that matched viktors.
Viktor kissed the gold medal, warmed by Yuuri's skin, before slipping past it to take Yuuri's lips in his. Yuuri batted weakly at Viktor's cheek.
"Pick me up," He slurred, slipping a finger into Viktor's collar."Carry me." He smiled the dangerous smile that Eros had brought out of him, looking up from under his eyelashes.
"I always do, Yuuri. Give me a turn?" Viktor pouted, and Yuuri tugged at his shirt.
"Youuu… did not win today." Yuuri hummed, tilting his head to the side with private sass. "Kiss it."
Viktor pouted, kissing the medal, and then the wedding band on the hand that held it up for him.
"You're right," Viktor sighed, albeit happily. He leaned down, scooping Yuuri up into his arms. Yuuri settled comfortably into them, tucking his head against Viktor's shoulder. He was in his best shape for the season , but when he touched viktor , he melted. He was soft, warm and entirely too tempting.
"Ah- the door." Viktor cursed himself for his alcohol-addled foresight, before Yuuri pulled the key card from the lanyard hanging around his husbands neck. Viktor bowed to allow Yuuri to tap it to the sensor before pushing the door in with his back.
"Bed. Please." Yuuri murmured into the skin of Viktor's neck. A shiver of pleasure ran down his spine and settled with other warm feelings in the pit of his stomach. Yuuri placed a kiss against the skin of his husbands neck, tasting the salt of the sweat of competition. They had gone right to dinner after the medal ceremony, filled with adrenaline and joy- and now with good food and wine. Neither of them had changed or showered- as probably would together. It could have been the hundredth medal and they would both be joyous, celebrating in their own routine together
Yuuri nipped at Viktor, a soft sharp brush of his teeth. Viktor felt himself unravel, draping Yuuri across their king sized bed. He went to unlace Yuuri's shoes, carefully pulling them off. Viktor paused, kissing each bruise, bandage and taped muscle from Yuuri's new Olympic branded boots. He relished the soft sounds Yuuri made in response to him. His fingers grasped the white cotton sheets and the matte satin blanket.
Viktor had been surprised when they had breached the topic of their so-called secondary sexes. Viktor had gone through puberty (and most of his adulthood) ignoring life, love and ...reproduction. He knew he was deemed alpha due to the mandated health check-ups he had done yearly. But being one had little effect on him or his life until he found Yuuri. Who, true to himself, had turned bright-red at the topic, but did not laugh when Viktor confessed he had no idea what Yuuri was. The vast majority of people were betas- those unattuned to pheromones and only capable of one half of the procreation cycle. Yuuri just happened to be born an omega- or someone sensitive to pheromones, as well as being able to carry children as well as impregnate others. They had lived in close quarters for months without the topic being breached- mainly due to Viktor's inexpertise and Yuuri's due diligence on taking his suppression medication. Viktor just took it as another way the universe told them that they were perfect for each other. Once they had talked about it in the beginning of their relationship, life went on as normal. Yuuri took his medicine diligently — heat would be disruptive to a competitive athlete, on season or off.
"Yuuri, " Viktor purred. "Now it's my time to tease you-" Viktor slid his hands up Yuuri's legs to his hips before he stopped short. Yuuri snored softly, his face softened by the kind of sleep that loosened every string holding him together and left him loose and useless. His arms laid splayed out on the mattress, open wide, and Viktor laughed. His hands went from pressing into Yuuri's hips to unzipping his jacket. He pulled Yuuri up to unzip the back of his costume, Yuuri's face pressed into his chest. His lips moved into a sleepy smile and yuuri unconsciously snuggled into him Viktor shook his head- peeling off the rest of his husbands costume. Yuuri was still half-hard, but lost to the world. He would be lucky if Yuuri was awake by noon at this rate. He should have known- Yuuri had woken up early in order to get one-on-one time with Viktor before he went to his own practice. He had been exhausted by competition and the anxiety that intertwined itself with it. The first full meal he had eaten willingly had been at the restaurant . The alcohol was taking its toll. Viktor was old for his sport, but still very good at ignoring his body- until it came to Yuuri. It would be hard to calm down from this with no relief —- but he had gone through worse. Viktor peeled off his own costume, before crawling into bed next to his mate. Yuuri hated sleeping in anything less than shorts and one of Viktor's t shirts in the summer, and three layers in the winter- but that was a problem for Morning Viktor. Yuuri curled into him the moment he settled down, undisturbed by the blankets tugged from underneath him. Yuuri could sleep through a hurricane (and had before ).
Which is why, the next morning, Viktor started his morning without worrying about making too much noise. By 9am, Yuuri was still dead asleep, and Viktor had reached his threshold of patience for waiting. He hopped in a shower, formulating his plan for the day. He would go out and find breakfast for them- treating Yuuri to a pastry and hot coffee with all the cream he wanted. After they ate, Yuuri would let Viktor wash his hair, and they could relax until they had to get dressed for the gala. It sounded perfect- Viktor even found himself humming as he pulled on a heattech waffle shirt and jeans for his stint outside. Viktor had his own suitcase- only because he knew if he didn't, he would run out of shirts, and the media would comment on the long sleeves on Olympic champion Yuuri Katsuki-Nikiforov… Which Viktor didn't mind, but Yuuri definitely did-after the fact. Viktor slipped on Yuuri's jacket- which he always bought one size too big. It smelled like him- something Viktor couldn't describe beyond Yuuri and Home. Science called it pheromones, but Viktor called it a comfort.
Getting Breakfast. See you soon, sleeping beauty 3
Viktor tapped out a quick message on his phone, knowing Yuuri would go for his phone before he had the brain to get out of bed and look at the hotel stationary on the desk.
Forty minutes later, and Viktor returned, hands full with two paper cups and a paper bag…. And Yuuri nowhere to be found. Yuuri's suitcase remained in the same place-next to Viktor's empty one. It's entire contents sat on the bed in a round pile. At first it seemed random- like someone had ransacked them- before Viktor looked closer. His cashmere sweaters lined the innermost circle, and his Chanel coat lay carefully on top, as if not to be wrinkled. It moved gently, as if it was breathing.
"Yuuri?" Viktor set down breakfast, gently lifting the collar of his coat and peeking under it. Yuuri laid curled up beneath it, his nose buried in Viktor's costume from the night before. "Are...are you alright?"
"Mph." Yuuri mumbled into the fabric.
"Sorry? Yuuri, what-"
Yuuri lifted his head. "I'm hungry. And horny. Very, very horny." He stared directly at Viktor, squinting without his glasses and full twelve hours of sleep.
"Oh." Viktor squeaked. He gathered himself. "Yuuri, you could have called me." He almost wanted to pout, but he could sense this wasn't the time.
For one, Yuuri was sitting on at least ten thousand dollars of easily damaged brand
For two, he looked pitiful, laying in a nest of silk, cashmere and cotton.
For three… he smelled absolutely divine, and Viktor felt starved.
This was...new.
Viktor swallowed nervously. This felt dangerous — he'd felt helpless at Yuuri's feet before , desperate for his touch and to touch him. But this felt stronger and more primal than he had ever felt before. It wasn't the end of a good date , or the middle of a romantic moment. He wanted to push yuuri into the nest of closing and ravage him. He wanted to take yuuri and feel him around himself, make him cry out until his insane stamina petered out and he turned into putty in his arms.
He smelled. So. Good.
"We can eat breakfast first ." Viktor cleared his throat , grabbing the bag with two pastries and a sandwich to share. Viktor usually didn't eat until their shared lunch time, right after he ended his time coaching Yuuri and began his time with yakov.
"Here," viktor pulled out a chocolate croissant. Yuuri immediately sat up, draped in viktors coat, sinking his teeth into the flaky pastry. His teeth scraped viktors fingers and yuuri ran his tongue tantalizingly against his skin.
"Yuuri —"Viktor purred. " you really are horny,
Moya solnyshko." Yuuri blinked slowly and deliberately before licking a soft stripe up viktors hands.
Viktor shook.
And Yuuri pounced. He grabbed Viktor;ss shoulder and pulled him onto the bed , grinding his hips against Viktor's hungrily.
"Get in me ." Yuuri growled into his ear, and Viktor felt too hot.
"Anything for you —"Viktor went to roll yuuri over before he flinched — Yuuri kicked at him, pressing his hips harder against his.
"Not that ." Yuuris fingers dug into Viktors back Viktor drew back, and immediately regretted it once he saw the reaction on Yuuri's face. He lifted his arms, shrugging off his (Yuuri's) coat and tugging off his shirt. On some level, Viktor thought. He thought that this was bad- it wasn't like Yuuri. This was new, but an unsettling kind of new. Not the beginning of relationship jitters, or finding out what Yuuri liked in bed new. This was out of character, not-really-Yuuri new.
But that level was not where Viktor was putting his attention. He was watching Yuuri, and Yuuri's hand slipping underneath the elastic band of his boxers. His breathing came hard-along with another part of his anatomy. His brain was foggy- he'd never been so instantly turned on in his life. Well, it wasn't true- he had choreographed Eros for a reason. But this felt vulgar, and all consuming, and-
Oh.
"Yuuri," Viktor's voice warbled as Yuuri twisted, drawing his hand out from himself and going to mouth at the fly of his jeans.
"Yuuri." Viktor said more firmly, catching his head in his hands, holding his cheeks and making him look at him. Yuuri was flushed and lustful- and a little dazed looking.
"Where is your pill case?"
"In the bathroom." Yuuri looked irritated already.
"No, not the anxiety one. The suppressants." They had to be taken at night, while Yuuri's anxiety meds kept him awake and were usually downed in the morning.
Yuuri blinked slowly before shrugging noncommittally. Viktor growled in frustration, letting go of Yuuri and digging through his suitcase. With a rattle, the plastic row of boxes fell onto the bed.
"Yuuri!" Viktor cried, exasperatedly. "It's full!" He pulled a hand through his hair. "You haven't taken it for two weeks?"
"No- I, I maybe forgot today. But I- we- we've been busy. We even came here early." Yuuri stuttered, fidgeting nervously. He seemed to shrink in the nest of clothing, small sad and anxious.
"Oh, Yuuri." Viktor sighed, crawling into the nest. He smoothed Yuuri's hair back and played with it until he relaxed enough to lay back. "You're in heat."
Being so close to him- and his scent- was making it even harder to concentrate.
"O...okay." Yuuri breathed. "I...I'm sorry?"
"Oh, don't be." Viktor gasped, kissing the crown of Yuuri's head. "I just.. Want you to know. I want you to be in control. You need to do what you want." Viktor knew intimately that Yuuri's anxiety spiked when he felt he lost control- and that is what had felt so wrong.
Yuuri's warm fingers tucked into Viktor's waistband. Viktor looked down, meeting Yuuri's expectant and sweet gaze.
"Please." Yuuri said, his voice small and vulnerable. Viktor softened, indulging himself with a kiss to Yuuri's neck. He completely lost it, pushing off his pants and pressing Yuuri down into the nest. Yuuri wriggled out of the considerably smaller amount of clothing left separating them, before he hooked his legs around Viktor's body.
Yuuri rode him until he came twice, exhausted and sweaty and ruined by his husband. The nest was surprisingly comfortable- so long as Viktor didn't think of the stains he'd have to pay to be rid of. Yuuri curled into his side with the bag of pastries, eating all three of the carbohydrate treats by himself. Viktor didn't mind- he watched Yuuri tear the croissant into pieces, and delighted in watching Yuuri's fingers and lips move tantalizingly. He felt drenched in Yuuri's scent, and it left him warm like a five stars restaurant's top-shelf wine. He felt sated more than a pastry could do… Yuuri had done something to him- even if it was solely being a slave to his own hormones.
"Yuuri." Viktor sat up in bed, "Let's take a bath?" Yuuri looked up from the coffee cup he was nursing. The remaining gel holding his hair back had wilted with the heat of sex, and his hair was messy , chunks of it falling into his eyes.
Yuuri slid off the bed, setting his cup on the bedside table. He walked as if his hips were sore, and he stopped, running a hand down the inside of his leg.
"I'll clean you up." Viktor struggled to climb out of the middle of the nest after Yuuri. He felt another primal need- now just for taking care of Yuuri. It was only a few centimeters, but Yuuri suddenly felt much smaller and delicate- his small waist and his elegant hands. Viktor wanted to hold thm, run water over them until Yuuri felt soft and fresh again and free of the frustration Viktor had inadvertently made him stew in.
"I miss the onsen." Yuuri muttered as Viktor filled the tub with hot water. There was no comparison- a hotel tub in Europe would not stand the chance. Viktor stopped the water early and taking a washcloth from the counter. He gently scrubbed every inch of Yuuri's body, scooping up water in the bowl of his hands. Yuuri's head leaned into Viktor's hands as he massaged shampoo into his scalp , and he kissed Viktor's thumb when he shielded Yuuri's eyes from the rinsing pour of water. He pulled the plug before starting the faucet anew and climbing in to join Yuuri.
Yuuri sighed in contentment, laying back and melting into Viktor's body.
"Better?" Viktor laughed, and Yuuri nodded, sliding a foot up Viktor's leg.
They dragged them self out of the tub in enough time to sort through and organize the nest together. Their suits for the gala remained (thankfully) on their hangars in the closet. Viktor made a pile of clothing to be sent to the laundry service downstairs. There was no way he would be crossing international borders with his luggage in such a state. Viktor slipped into a pair of pajama pants that now smelled like Yuuri, wrapping himself in a hotel terry cloth robe. He folded the salvable clothing from the bottom of the nest back into his suitcase, before finding Yuuri's medal on the floor, fallen into the heel of an empty shoe.
"Yuuri." Viktor hummed disapprovingly, looping it back around his neck. His husband had his glasses back on, and his hair was neatly combed. He looked perfectly ordinary- and incredibly handsome. Viktor felt his breath hitch at the innocent questioning look Yuuri gave him, which quickly flickered to concern.
"Are you….?" Yuuri flushed- his head was clearer now, which gave room for him to be embarrassed. Viktor had realized a year into their relationship that Yuuri's tendency to flush at the smallest things last until their deathbeds- even after the full unleashment of Eros.
"Turned on? Very. You have a strong effect on me, moya zvezda." Viktor loved him naked and lusting on silk sheets and hiding behind his glasses in his 8 year old sweatpants.
"Like… normal Viktor swooning… or flying across the world turned on." Yuuri tilted his head to the side, a small smile curving his lips.
"The gala is going to be torture, I might take you behind the champagne table turned on." Viktor grinned, staring deep into his husbands eyes.
"We could… just stay here." Yuuri said coyly.
"Ah. If it was just me, I would do it in a heartbeat. Yakov hasn't scared me in years." Yuuri's smile faded- he was ready to be disappointed. "But I am a coach, of the Gold medalist. We have to go- sweet talk the sponsors. Show them your face, before I get it all to myself."
"Maybe dial it down when we talk to them…" Yuuri mumbled, taking a few steps until he could wrap his arms around Viktor.
"You talk like we haven't done this before." Viktor teased, playing with Yuuri's hair lovingly.
"Not when we were horny." Yuuri grumbled, giving him a look.
They left the topic at that, Viktor going to smooth product into his hair, and Yuuri doing his best to get into the sponsor-schmoozing mood. Yuuri let Viktor dress him, watching him in the mirror as he tied the tie for the suit Viktor had bought for him at the start of the season. Viktor unabashedly wore a coordinating one, though Yuuri still secretly thought Viktor wore it better. They arrived at the gala a fashionable five minutes late- Yuri already poised at the head of the room, if still bitter about his bronze medal.
The first sponsor was when the trouble started.
Viktor felt a sharp stab of jealousy the second the man reached to shake Yuuri's hands. He bit his tongue to keep from growling something indecent at the man. Yuuri didn't notice, using his media smile and going through the motions. Viktor felt his smile twitch , the sponsor holding Yuuri's hands a beat too long.
Viktor tried to drown it, getting to three glasses of champagne before the edge wore off. But then he couldn't focus on anything but the scent of yuuri. He found excuses to get more of it — kissing Yuuri's ring , smoothing and fixing his hair and adjusting the medal he always made yuuri wear.
But he lost it when his best friend crossed the room, chris greeting yuuri with his familiar grab. Yuuri didn't react as much anymore — the tips of his ears flushing with embarrassment , but his feet remaining firmly on the floor. Before yuuri could say hello, viktor had chris by the collar, nose to nose his lips twisted in a snarl.
"Viktor !" Yuuri gasped , trying to push himself between them. Chris was cool, staring down at viktor as if he expected it. Yuuri pushed again, and viktor shoves yuuri away his grip tightening on chris' collar.
"Viktor, you're making a scene." Chris said calmly. " get a hand on yourself. I'm not here to take Yuuri."
The words barely processed in his mind, but it was enough for viktor to drop Chris back onto his feet.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry —" it was viktors turn to turn red with embarrassment. "I— I lost myself , I wasn't thinking."
Chris straightened his collar. "I knew you would be a mess, Viktor. You're not the only one who can sense what is going on."
Viktor looked like a deer in the headlights. " w-what ?"
" honey, everyone can tell when an omega is in heat. " chris kept his voice low. "My mistake was forgetting your past." Viktor was thankful he didn't say inexperience.
" it was an accident. We've been so focused on the competition , by the time we realized it was too—-"
"Things happen." Chris cleared his throat. "I know you , viktor. I skate because I enjoy competing with you. It is water beneath the bridge. For me—- but I think you should go tend to your husband.
Viktor looked back— Yuuri was gone. He saw a flash of his coat jacket at the doorway to the lobby. Viktor felt sick, bile and champagne rising in his throat.
"Yuuri !" He called out as soon he was out of the gala ballroom. Yuuri ignored him , his head bowed and shoulders straight. Viktor ran to catch up with him, looping a hand around his waist. "Yuuri, please."
Yuuri twisted out of his grip, keeping his back to him. "Go back to the gala." His voice was forced to a flat even tone that still wobbled at the end.
"But, yuuri. " viktor was at a loss. "I can't without you. "
" it's better I'm not there ." Yuuri said firmly.
" no, it's not ." Viktors voice started to shake. "I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking ."
" you've been acting weird all night !" Yuuri's voice rose as he threw up his hands. " you've been glaring at anyone who looks at me , and you keep touching and kissing me , and it's not like you!"
"I like touching you."
" but you're doing it like I'm going to run after some other alpha the second you step away." Yuuri turned to face him, anger and hurt burning in his eyes. "Like you don't believe me when I say you're the only one in the world for me ."
Yuuri's anger evaporated the second he saw the tears fall from viktors eyes. Viktor had been more in touch with emotions in their relationships , but it was still a rare occurrence. He knew happy tears more than he knew how to cry. Yuuri cried enough for the both of them.
"I do, yuuri, I do. I… I just. You're the first. " Yuuri's Head tilted to the side , his concern turning to a questioning gaze.
" I've never been in a … relationship. I had experiences , but nothing meant anything. Nothing could —-it was always just for release. I've never dealt with a heat or a rut , and you've been so good with taking care of it …" viktor choked on the words. "I don't know what to do with myself. It's like April in hasetsu all over again."
Yuuri closed the distance between them, laying his cheek against viktors chest. " if we leave , it will look bad ." He said softly , drawing soft circles on the curve of victors back.
"I know." Viktor sniffled
"I'll get some water ." Yuuri murmured.
"No. Just stay."
"Water, and I'll sit in your lap."
Yuuri said firmly before he left in search for a cup. He returned with a plastic glass of water and and a wad of damp paper towels from the bathroom. Viktor sat on the floor, next to a fake potted plant in a corner of the hotel. He let yuuri dab at his face as he sat on his lap.
"I don't want to go back."
"We have to talk to Mizuno."
"Everyone's just going to say I'm two years overdue for retirement." Viktor sighed.
"Money turns me on." Yuuri said shortly , and viktor burst out laughing. Yuuri was one the one who made sure they had money saved , and kept them to a weekly food budget. Viktor had more money than sense, and the charm to book sponsorships.
"Is that a promise ?" Viktor rubbed the back of his hand down the side of Your face and neck , trying to surround himself in his comforting scent.
"Maybe ." Yuuri said smoothly , lowering his gaze.
"I kind of like you in heat." Viktor admitted , cupping Your face in his hands.
"Don't get used to it. It's torture." Yuuri kissed viktors ring and closed his eyes.
Yuuri has just sat on the edge of the bed to take off his shoes when viktor pressed into him. Yuuri paused, looking up at viktor before he fell back against the mattress.
"Don't get anything on the suits. They're expensive ." Yuuri said between a heated kiss , his loosened tie laying by his ear.
"That was your fault ." Viktor laughed , Yuuri's fingers pulling at his waistband. Viktor ignored the sparks of pain from sore muscles from the night before as he undressed Yuuri. He felt weak at the rise and fall of Yuuri's bare chest as he breathed.
"Wait ," Yuuri pushed his hands away slithered off the mattress onto the floor.
"Yuuri , I'm too old for that ." Viktor whined , turning to look behind him. "Come back—" he dialed up the drama , turning to sit on the bed before the mischievous smile curved on Your lips. Yuuri undid the fly of his pants, pulling his member out and holding it in his palms as he licked the length of it .
"Oh." Viktors voice shook. He hadn't needed help— he hadn't needed it all night. But he felt undone already, his hands threading into Your hair as he took him into his mouth, sliding downward. Viktor could feel Your throat spasm around him— and almost shrunk back before Yuuri looking up at him from under heavy eyelashes. Viktor felt a bubble of pleasure float up inside him as Yuuri's tongue lapped against him.
"Yuuri- I'm going to," viktor grimaced. It was too early , but he'd been tortured all night. Yuuri had stopped him from his sour glares by spending the rest of the night pressed into his side. He had kept his hand against Your side the whole night. They had danced together — a yearly tradition. Viktor had been good. Really, really good.
Yuuri sputtered , choking it back as viktor came in his mouth.
"Oh Yuuri, I tried to—" viktor took a towel from their earlier bath, pressing it to Your mouth.
Yuuri shook his head coughing as his Adam's apple bobbed and he swallowed.
"Yuuri, please ." Viktor whined. He had never done that before — he had given head before , of course, but with awkward conversation and gentle coaching. He had never swallowed before —and it showed.
"I wanted to." His voice was hoarse from the long night and new attempt. He looked up at viktor , his eyes shining and cheeks flushed.
"I want to do something for you." Viktor smoothed Yuuri's hair back, playing with a longer lock of hair.
"You always are."
"Something new ." Viktor strokes the side of Your neck. "Come here ."
"I'm old, viktor. ." Yuuri teases softly , climbing onto the bed. "Old, and I'm still horny, and I'm really tired. We talked to too many people ." He leaned into viktor, resting his chin on his shoulder.
"Let's take it slow then." Viktor snaked his arm around Yuuri. "Let's just lay together."
"That's not something new ." Yuuri didn't sound quite disappointed so much as tired.
"I know. Lay down ." Yuuri did as victor asked , pulling the three pillows he slept with every night closer to him.
"Viktor ?"
Viktor stopped in mid movement , just above Yuuri.
"I don't want you to… " viktor pursed his lips , confused and waiting.
"To what ?"
Yuuri flushed a deeper tone. "I want to see your face. Up here."
He gestured toward his own face.
"I know." Viktor smoothed a hand down Your thigh. "Open for me, please ."
Viktor rubbed the head against Yuuri's entrance before pressing into him. Yuuri gasped , but remained pliant as viktor pushed into him and settled down into the bed with slow and deliberate movements. Viktor held Yuuris hips against his as they shifted onto their sides.
"What shall we do tomorrow , kitten?"viktor hummed , tracing the shell of Yuuris ear with a free hand.
"Sleep." Yuuri murmured, sucking in a quick breath with every small and slow movement viktor made.
"We have our flight home." Viktor murmured , and yuuri made a displeased grunting noise.
"It's only ten hours this time , I promise. " Viktor felt Yuuri tighten around him, a happy sigh escaping from his lips.
"I'd rather do this ."
" you told me being in heat was torture."
"It is. Until you help me ." Yuuri closed his eyes , his hands finding viktors chest , craving for contact.
"Viktor, give me the credit card ." Yuuri muttered through his flu mask . They were on their second flight — Aeroflot — back to St. Petersburg.
" for what ?" Viktor looked up from his novel.
"I need to look something up." Viktor pulled out his black signature card and held it out to yuuri. He watched as he paid the fee for the in flight WiFi , his eyebrows raising as he saw what Yuuri typed into safari.
" I thought this morning helped ." Viktor murmured, heart sinking a little at Yuuri's stricken look.
" two to four weeks , viktor." Yuuri hissed. "We can't do that. "
"I don't mind." Viktor flashed a smile at Yuuri's sour look.
"You have Russian nationals, the same week I have to go to Nagoya."
Viktors smile faltered.
"Let's retire."
" do you have the paperwork ?" Yuuri said lightly, and viktor rolled his eyes. "You're coaching Yuri through it. And I have the shoot at Mizuno." Yuuri continued.
"What do you want to do about it ?" Viktors tone came out a bit shorter than he had meant it to be. "Get some toys ?"
"No." Yuuri fell silent afterward , opening a mobile game and focusing on that instead.
"Yuuri." Viktor spoke up a few minutes later. "Let's go to the bathroom?"
"Get some toys." Yuuri bit out, not lifting his gaze from the phone. Viktor felt wounded, but dropped it. Twenty minutes later, Yuuri laid his hand on Viktor's wrist. Viktor looked up from his book into Yuuri's pleading gaze.
"I'm sorry," Yuuri murmured in his native language. "I'm just...tired. We can go now." He kept his voice low, even though the likelihood of a Japanese speaker on their transeuropean flight. Viktor slid his bookmark into place, saying nothing. As if Yuuri knew he would hesitate, he slid his hand up Viktor's arm.
"I need you inside me more than anything. I want y-your." Yuuri always stuttered when he tried to talk dirty. He was always much better at actions than words- whether they romantic or sexual.
Viktor cupped Yuuri's warm cheek in his hand, his lips brushing Yuuri's ears as he whispered into it. "We'll have to be quiet, kitten." Yuuri's mouths twisted with nerves as he pulled open his seatbelt. He stood up, using the cramped quarters to his benefit as pushing his butt against Viktor as he pretended to trip over the blanket they always brought with them on trips. Viktor waited a full sixty seconds before going down the main aisle after Yuuri. He knocked twice, before the door folded open an inch.
Viktor slipped in, his heart beating a mile a minute. They barely had enough room to move with the both of them.. Yuuri had already unbuttoned and shed his jeans, sitting on the small sink counter in his boxers and socks (Which, while from the same brand, did not match.)
"How-?" Yuuri whispered hoarsely. There wasn't any room for Yuuri to bend over, forget far enough to suck Viktor off and get him hard.
"It won't take long, I promise." Viktor slipped a packet of lube out of his pocket. Yuuri took it, ripping it open with his teeth as Viktor unbuttoned his slacks.
"The condom?" Yuuri whispered, his hand slick and shiny. Viktor stopped, rustling in his pockets for an awkward moment.
He came up with nothing.
"Oh well,We tried-" Viktor sighed, going to put himself together again when Yuuri's hand stopped him. Yuuri pulled Viktor out of his thong, sliding his hand down his entire length frantically. Viktor swallowed- the pure exhibition of it all, coupled with Yuuri's touch and smell made him hard in an instant. Yuuri held him, rubbing his thumb over the head in soft circles. Viktor pushed Yuuri up off the counter up onto his hips, adjusting his angle and pushing aside fabric before he slid himself into Yuuri. Yuuri let out a soft gasp, arching his back and smacking the back of his head against the plastic wall of the bathroom. Viktor wanted more of it- louder- but he also didn't feel like getting arrested in his home country. He thrust into Yuuri, who bucked back into him, his legs curling around and hooking behind Viktor's back. Yuuri bit back a cry of pleasure, before, in a fluid forward movement, he snagged Viktor's sweater in his teeth, The fabric muffled the cry, but Viktor could feel it vibrate in his bones and make every cell of his sing. The close quarters made him feel like he was drowning in Yuuri's scent. The ache in his back was worth it for every thrust. He could feel how wet Yuuri was- and the last logical part of his brain was thankful they only had an hour left in flight. Yuuri came first, and the shaking and squirming on top of him made Viktor a close second. Viktor settled Yuuri back on the counter, pulling a paper towel out to clean himself up. They would both need to hide under their travel blanket- but the pleasure pumping through his body washed away any embarrassment. Yuuri clung to him, whimpering when Viktor peeled himself away from him so he could leave first. Viktor was ready when Yuuri hobbled back, the armrest pushed back and the blanket held up for him. Yuuri immediately edged into his side, nuzzling his neck affectionately as he settled into his side. It was times like these Viktor wished he could talk to his past self- the one who had waited patiently, feeling hollow and unsure what was going to happen. Not necessarily the details- but the loving feeling of Yuuri openly pushing himself against Viktor in public, of rubbing his neck and wrists against his with a soft but wanton touch. Even that Yuuri would lie pressed into his side, relaxed and soft and warm. Because he would know that it was Yuuri's love.
They arrived home late- Makkachin already walked by the hired help, and happy to see them home. Viktor fluttered about- Yuuri had been too tired for a shared shower, and so he waited. Usually he would play on his phone, or finish a book- but not tonight. He had the urge to decorate. He pulled out their two newest medals and hung them on the bedroom mirror. He pulled out all the blankets he had from his linen closet and piled them onto the bed. He pulled out Yuuri's landmark GPF Silver from it's shadow box and hung it up, before pulling out his box of medals from the closet.
"Vitya...what are you doing?" Viktor heard Yuuri's voice before he realized he was out of the shower. Sadly, he was already dressed too- in the soft fuzzy fleece room-wear set Hiroko had sent from Japan. Viktor had a matching pair, but rarely wore it- or anything to bed.
"Uh…" Viktor blinked, looking across the room. Medals were draped across every available surface and hung from every corner.
"I…am not sure." Viktor blinked, touching his chin as he turned to look at the room.
"It looks… like you are decorating." Yuuri said carefully, crawling into the blanket nest. "And nesting. Are you okay?"
"Amazing." Viktor said surely, frowning."Why?"
"Just in case you're...frustrated." Yuuri said, peeking from behind a particularly tall pile of blankets.
"I don't think I have it in me for a fifth time today, kitten." Viktor stretched. "I'm not even washed from the last time.
"Why are you only calling me kotyonok lately?" Yuuri mumbled, his tone saying he was more curious than irritating.
"I always use sweet names with you, sweetheart." Viktor paused, his traveling clothes on the floor. "Should I stop?"
"No." Yuuri said instantly. "I just…. You used to only say it… during special times.."
Viktor smiled. "Well, I would say this week has been special, starlight."
Yuuri made a noise somewhere between annoyed and embarrassed, burying his face in the blankets.
It was the last sound he made before the next morning, when Yuuri awoke with a startled yell.
Viktor appeared immediately in the doorway, a poodle mug cradled in his hand. "Everything alright?"
"Makka was laying on my chest, staring into my eyes." Yuuri sounded embarrassed, and Makkachin wagged her tail from her perch on top of Yuuri.
"Huh." Viktor took a sip of his coffee. "We just went out. She usually only does that when I trained too hard. Maybe you're sick?"
"I feel fine. Well. Mostly fine." Yuuri muttered. He still felt incredibly lustful (a slightly better word than horny) and his hips ached, but he was healthy otherwise.
"She probably missed you. She knows nationals is coming up." Viktor quipped, before returning to the kitchen to pour Yuuri's cup.
Parting at the airport was hard. Viktor had to go to the domestic terminal, while Yuuri had to go through international. This year's competitions did not even afford them a layover connection in Russia together. They checked their baggage, hesitating before security. They decided to wrap themselves around each other instead. Yuuri was especially clingy- his flight was longer, and would put them several time zones off from each other. They eventually only parted due to Viktor's newest student- Yuri's short quips. Viktor wrestled out of his sweater, handing it to Yuuri as a consolation prize as they left him at the gate.
Viktor regretted not leaving more when his husbands photo lit up his phone screen at 2 am local the day Japanese nationals were due to start. It was later where Yuuri was- which was worrying. Yuuri was careful, and if he was waiting until now, it meant he had reached his own capacity to handle it on his own.
"Yuuri." Viktor breathed his name, just knowing it would ground both of them. There was a moment of silence- one where Viktor panicked, imagining a car crash or paramedic dialing him from countries away. His heart didn't settle at the shaky breath he instantly recognized.
"I can't do it, Viktor, I can't." Yuuri wailed, his voice shaking and hoarse from an hour of fighting the panic attack.
"You can, Yuuri, you can. You could do it in your sleep, it's only nationals, love." Viktor cooed.
"No, I can't." Yuuri bit out. Viktor was silent. He knew that just the acting of being on the line was enough for Yuuri, so he bit his lip.
"I thought it would be fun, but it's not. I can't concentrate, and you're not here. I just have your stupid sweater, and it's not enough." Yuuri's voice was strained.
"Please, I can't go on the ice and embarrass you."
"I'll call the JSF and say you decided to be seeded through." Viktor hummed.
He had been proud when they had talked about it months earlier- Yuuri, as a multiple GPF and olympic champion- really didn't need to prove himself at regional or even national levels. But he had decided to do it- just for fun. It was a huge moment for him, to be able to overcome his anxiety of competitions… and all that was gone.
"Minami deserves it anyway." Yuuri whimpered, another sob wracking his body.
"Yuuri." Viktor murmured. "Can you use your hand?"
Yuuri's breath shook before he could calm enough to answer. "...yeah. Why?"
"Close your eyes. Can you smell me?"
"Sort of." Yuuri sniffled "It-"
"Shhh." Viktor twisted in bed, transferring his phone to his other hand. "I want to touch you, is that okay?"
Yuuri made a noise- he knew he was doubting him already. "Tell me." Viktor said firmly. If he kept at it, Yuuri would accept it too. If it was normal for Viktor, Yuuri would do it.
"You're not here."
"Which is why you're going to use your hand and listen to me. We'll do it together." Viktor closed his eyes, imaging Yuuri closer to him than he really was. "I'm going to slide my hand under your waistband. How hard are you?"
"Half." Yuuri squeaked, barely audible over the phone line. "I already tried. It doesn't help. It's not you."
"Good. Because I like feeling you." Viktor felt his own skin flush-it was harder to pretend to be suave without a face to read reactions off of. "I'm going to paw at you. I'll start with one finger, okay? Slowly." Viktor coached- what he did best. He could imagine Yuuri going it, his hand shaking and unsure, but utterly dedicated to following Viktor's every command.
"Okay." Yuuri's voice was evening out. "What next?" He breathed.
"Two fingers. Go deep."
"No, three. You're three." Yuuri corrected him, and Viktor purred in proud satisfaction.
"Oh, I am? So flattering, kitten." He purred. He could hear Yuuri's breath catch.
"Press up, darling. I love pressing up. It makes you squirm so much. I love the way your face looks." Viktor felt heat rise in his stomach as Yuuri's sounds rang into his ear, muffled by distance.
"I-I need you h-here," Yuuri gasped.
"You're so good, Yuuri. You are doing so good. It's only two days, darling." Viktor soothed, his hand reaching down to touch himself.
"I can't. Please." Viktor's heart wrung at the words. He wanted to- he'd done it before- but he was overdue for retirement, and he wasn't even here for himself. He was at nationals for Yuri, and the rest of Yakov's students that would be his soon. Now Yuuri was there to cheer on his biggest fan, to appear in his home country, where everyone adored him. They weren't lovesick partners scrambling to win-they were figureheads of their sport. This was their duty.
"Vitya." Yuuri whined.
"Yuuri, you can do it. You've done two weeks, it's almost done." Viktor's mind went fuzzy, his hands moving and his mind going to their past two weeks together. It was exhausting and exhilarating all at once- and Viktor couldn't imagine Yuuri missing his medication ever again. Not until retirement- like they had planned.
Viktor listened to Yuuri orgasm, his hand going still as he imagined his mate, there with him.
"We really should have gotten you some toys."
"Not-as good-" Yuuri panted, as stubborn as ever.
"I love you," Viktor murmured, finally earning a happy noise from the speaker.
"I love you most." Yuuri mimicked him, the two falling asleep on the phone together.