We call everything on ice "love"

Chapter 1

From Russia with love

"He never fails to surprise me. Ever since I saw him skating for the first time it's been an unending chain of surprises. Even now, after knowing each other for almost a year already I still can't figure out the secret behind Viktor Nikiforov…"

It's already been two months ever since Yuuri came to St. Petersburg to train alongside Viktor who has decided to return to the figure skating world after skipping the last season to coach him, the silver medalist at the latest Grand Prix Final.

Yuuri was looking through the window where the cold February wind was playing with the snow falling from the cloudy sky by not letting it touch the freezing ground and instead was occupying Yuuri's already busy mind by pulling him into the memory lane from almost a year ago. A year ago when not even snow nor living in different countries stopped Viktor Nikiforov from coming into his native town Hasetsu to declare that he was going to be his coach. God, how he misses those times. More specifically, on days like these he becomes a little melancholic thinking about the past events. But here he is, in Russia and no matter how surreal it may sound he has become an indispensable part of Viktor's life.

"Truth be told, I still can't wrap my mind about the results of the Grand Prix Final. While aiming for the gold, I had set a clear goal in my skating career: to retire after this Grand Prix. However, it turned out that the fire inside of me hasn't died out yet and after seeing Yurio giving his best and even going beyond his limits in his short and free programs, I had to face the fact that I still wanted to compete, that I still wanted to stand on the same rink as Viktor, but this time not as a coach and student but as fellow competitors and that I still wanted to spend more time with him. To be more precise, I realized that I couldn't imagine my life without him in it anymore. Of course, I'm not going to tell him that because I would die from embarrassment." Yuuri was lost in his thoughts and hiding his flushed face into the pillow which he was holding and which smelled like Viktor. In this apartment everything smelled like Viktor.

"What's even more embarrassing is the fact that at 24 years old I'm living in the same apartment as Viktor because I can't afford an apartment for myself. According to Viktor, he's beyond happy to have me around because that way he doesn't feel lonely anymore, but I can't help but feel like a burden." Yuuri mumbled.

For more than a month Viktor's been absent from home a lot due to his rigorous training. Yakov declared that he's going to train him like a horse because he spent too much time away from the rink. There was also an issue about Viktor's weight and Yuuri could swear that he heard the words "katsudon" and "you look like a pig so you're off the ice until you slim down" but he decided that it's wise not to enter into that discussion.

Viktor leaves early every morning to train for the World Championship while he teaches Yuuri in the afternoon so he can't help but think that Viktor is pushing himself a little too hard judging by his dark circles due to lack of sleep. He can't even imagine how tiring it must be for him to teach and to practice at the same time.

"These days he only comes home to sleep and even though we see each other every day at the practice I still can't help but feel a little lonely without him around." Yuuri thought. Is he acting selfish for wishing more time with Viktor? Maybe, but then again he is the man who said that he would steal Viktor from the whole world so he should be forgiven for his little act of possessiveness. Yurio is also busy preparing for the Worlds and even though he doesn't want to admit it, it's certain that he feels under pressure because Viktor is returning to the world stage. Viktor's already won gold at the Nationals so the stakes are really high on this.

Like many mornings before this morning is no different. Their rooms are next to each other but Viktor has a habit of coming into Yuuri's room and crawling under the bed sheets much to Yuuri's protesting.

"Just for ten minutes" Viktor says, snuggling next to him.

"It's easy for you to say that, but does this man even realize how bad this is for my heart? Who am I kidding, this is Viktor we're talking about. Every time he does that I feel like my heart will explode. It's like someone put a bomb inside my chest and the ticking is only getting stronger and faster announcing that it could go off anytime. I mean, we were together many times in Hasetsu and we've slept in the same hotel room but somehow this time it feels different. It feels stronger. Back then I was still afraid of his touch, but as the time went by I found myself desiring his touches more and more to the point where I would feel an ocean of new emotions overwhelming me every time he would get closer to me. I can't quite describe it because I've never felt this way for anyone else, but I guess I should admit to myself that I feel attracted to Viktor Nikiforov both emotionally and physically." Yuuri thought reminiscing about the past not being able to believe the naked truth behind his own thoughts.

And that's exactly one of the biggest problems for Katsuki Yuuri right now because that same perfect genius Viktor Nikiforov is lying next to him and wrapping his arms around him while Yuuri can feel the heat rushing into his cheeks and some other areas which is making him even more nervous and embarrassed.

"Katsuki Yuuri, you're a full grown up man that can't even control his own body. Oh, the irony," he was dying from embarrassment.

And Viktor wasn't helping either. His long eyelashes, his platinum hair with that thinning area on top of his head that he likes to tease him so much about, his warm breath that's tickling Yuuri's neck and sending shivers down his spine is driving him crazy.

And yet, there he is: trapped in Viktor's arms with their legs intertwined and Viktor getting even closer to him, so close that Yuuri could feel the heat of Viktor's body through the thin layer of his pajama because Viktor was sleeping only in his underwear. Sure, he's seen him completely naked tons of times, but he sure is cursing his own body right now for reacting this way to this walking sin of a man that's holding onto him so shamelessly.

"Viktor, you have to get up. You'll be late", Yuuri said trying to shake him off in vain because the silver haired man only hugs him tighter. "I still have three minutes left," Viktor mumbles barely opening his eyes to look up at him and Yuuri suddenly feels something brush against his pelvic area. He doesn't know what it is, but it's big and hard. Well damn!

The feeling was overwhelming and since he wasn't ready for it he let out a muffled sound that finally got Viktor's attention.

"Yuuri, are you alright?" Viktor asked examining his face which he covered from the embarrassment.

"I'm fine! I'm perfectly fine!" Yuuri responded trying to sound as convincing as possible, but he also knows that he's a bad liar and that Viktor isn't going to buy that.

"Yuuri, didn't we agree to trust each other completely? What's with that fake answer?" Viktor said cupping Yuuri's face into his hands demanding an answer while being dangerously close. He licks his lips once and Yuuri can't help but stare at those perfectly moisturized heart shaped lips that he once felt on his own dry ones that time at the Cup of China where he had attempted to perform the quadruple flip for the first time and practically screamed his feelings into his face.

"Viktor, you're too close. It was really nothing. You should really hurry up or else Yakov will kill you", Yuuri tried to convince him by changing the subject.

"Hm, is that so? So you weren't thinking about anything dirty right now?" Viktor says running his hand under Yuuri's shirt, gently caressing his stomach. Yuuri could have sworn that in that moment he saw the brightest of the stars.

"What in the world is this man doing to me?" Yuuri thought while being blinded by sheer desire and bliss.

"Yuuri, by chance, are you hard?" Viktor asked and Yuuri's eyes widened in shock.

"What? No, no, no! Everything's ok!" he replied jumping from the bed in a voice that didn't sound like him at all.

"Yuuri, I've never mentioned this before because I wasn't sure how you would react, but all this time I've made sure not to touch you since you have no experience in this and I respect that, but that doesn't mean that you have to hold back if you have certain desires. As a fellow man I can understand that you have needs so…"

"Viktor, please stop! Let's not talk about this right now. It's too embarrassing", Yuuri quickly cut him off. The atmosphere was suffocating and he needed to escape somehow.

"Ok, I won't pressure you about it, but you too should be prepared because I won't always be able to suppress my own desires," Viktor says kissing the back of his hand before leaving into his own room. Yuuri's mind couldn't keep track of everything that had happened so he was left there confused and with a painfully throbbing feeling in his underwear.

Ever since that day, things became a little awkward between them. More precisely, Yuuri didn't quite know how to deal with his newly found feelings towards Viktor so he turned into a "box of surprises" how Viktor would describe it, in other words, he was acting so shy and awkward that Viktor was immensely amused by this sudden change of the poor man.

Today, Yuuri was waiting for Viktor inside of the building of the Ice Skating Rink Yubileniy and nervously preparing for what to say. "He won't be able to suppress his own desires? How am I supposed to take that? I also don't know how to deal with this," Yuuri mumbled while tying his ice skates.

"My relationship with Viktor was always complicated. He is my idol, a man I've been admiring for almost half of my life so when he came to Hasetsu to coach me, it was like a dream come true. We had many ups and downs, but in the end we managed to overcome all of the obstacles together and I'm immensely grateful for that. In return, Viktor taught me different meanings behind the word love: love for figure skating, he taught me how to love myself, he taught me Viktor's love. The last one is an abstract feeling to which I still can't find a correct answer. All I know is that his presence is indispensable for me. Is that what it's called love? Lately I've been wondering about that a lot", Yuuri thought while observing Viktor's graceful moves on the ice. "I wonder does Viktor ever think about it too. About our relationship? About us? Ever since the Grand Prix Final for some reason he's been salty because apparently I forgot something important from the last Grand Prix, but he wouldn't tell me what and yet today he's acting like his usual self. And then there's the problem with how my body's been reacting to him these days. My mind simply can't keep up with it. The ice rink at St. Petersburg feels so different from the Ice Castle in Hasetsu. There, I had all the time of the world to think things through, but here my thoughts seem to run wild every time I start practicing with him," Yuuri was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't even notice that Viktor was watching him.

"Yuuri, what's wrong? Somehow your jumps look a little bit weak today. You're nailing them but somehow you can't feel the strength in them" Viktor said observing the younger man struggle on the ice.

"Sorry. I've been lost in my thoughts lately" Yuuri replied after Viktors voice brought him back to reality.

"You know, I would love to be able to enter inside of your head and see what's going on in there because otherwise you won't tell me" Viktor said with a small pout closing the distance between them.

"I'm sorry" Yuuri repeated averting his eyes from Viktor's burning gaze.

"Instead of apologizing you should keep in mind that your programs must be perfect in order to defeat me in the World Championship because I won't be aiming for anything less than a gold" Viktor playfully said lifting Yuuri's chin while staring at him with those deep blue eyes that gave Yuuri a feeling that the whole world around them was painted in the color of Viktor Nikiforov's eyes. Even the increasing pain in his finger from the earlier fall was subsiding as long as Viktor was looking at him.

"Does your finger hurt?" Viktor asked.

"A little. It's my fault for not wearing gloves" Yuuri said.

"Let me see…" Viktor said casually taking his hand into his and observing a little cut on the finger that started bleeding.

"Oh my, it's bleeding! Wait here. I'll get the first aid kit" Viktor said turning around and breaking their little staring contest much to Yuuri's disappointment.

A sudden wave of confidence rushed over him as he grabbed Viktors hand and said: "There's no need for that. Just kiss it and the pain will go away". He couldn't believe his own words while offering his hand to Viktor like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Viktor looked at him in shock but soon enough the look in his eyes changed into something else, into pure desire as his hot fingers touched the cold skin of Yuuri's hand lifting it towards his half opened mouth.

Yuuri's eyes were following his every move with flushed cheeks, but still hungry for his touch. The way his lips felt against his skin, so soft and gentle, made him feel like his whole body was on fire. Viktor opened his eyes and looked at him with visible desire in those turquoise eyes and Yuuri could swear that in one moment his knees gave away from all the adrenaline that was pulsating inside of his head. Viktor looked quite satisfied with the result so he decided to take it to another level.

Suddenly he could feel Viktor's wet tongue wrap around his finger licking the small drops of blood like it was a sip of the finest chocolate. Or the finest alcohol. His hot tongue practically burned his skin.

With every perfect flick of his tongue, Yuuri could feel as if he was being stripped away by this man piece by piece. The slurping sound he produced while sucking was enough to make the younger man dizzy and to show him momentarily bliss.

For a moment Yuuri wondered how it would feel to taste that tongue of his in his own mouth, exploring the most distant places of that wet cave and fight for domination in it and without even realizing it, he was pushing his finger in and out of Viktor's mouth enjoying the view and hungry for more to which Viktor gladly responded by sucking even harder and biting the finger in the process. The sensation was overwhelming so he grabbed Viktor's shirt with his other hand in order to keep his balance. The pain was long gone and all that was left was pleasure.

"This will do for now" Viktor said with a smug smile plastered on his face when Yuuri's finger left his mouth and Yuuri felt an utter disappointment at the lack of touch. His breathing was uneven, cheeks flushed, a few drops of sweat appeared on his forehead while he was still holding onto Viktor.

"Yuuri, did it feel good?" Viktor whispered into his ear, the tone of his voice dangerously low. "Yes, it felt amazing", Yuuri replied still heavily breathing.

"I'm glad to hear that. Now, let's hope you'll be able to nail those jumps" Viktor confidently said leaving his side. The throbbing pain in his crotch was back.