I do not own the rights to Yuri! On Ice, they belong to Mitsurō Kubo and Saya Yamamoto. Hoo-whee—plotting this fanfic took a lot out of me. You can thank the movie The Lost Boys for giving me inspiration to write a vampire fanfic (I know, hardly original). However, my simple plan of writing a vampire fanfic for Halloween became more complicated as I wanted this to be as accurate as possible. So I've spent the last week or so researching about figure-skating, but I'm still fairly certain I've gotten some things wrong so I apologize in advance.
So…yeah. This takes place during the 2017-18 Grand Prix season, so this also takes place before the 2018 Pyeongchang Olympics. Because The Lost Boys was part of the inspiration of this story, the vampire mythos follows that movie.
I hope you enjoy.
Utopia
Chapter One
It was for a great cause. Katsuki Yuuri knew this, which is why he felt guilty for feeling uneasy.
His eyes scanned the Golden Wave banquet hall of the Meliá Vienna Hotel, inwardly amazed by the number of figure skaters that had arrived to participate. Invitations had gone out at the beginning of September—a charity drive for child leukemia, with celebrity figure skaters putting on a free performance (and also donating money themselves) livestreamed on the internet with the hopes of garnering pledges and raise money for research. One hundred professional figure skaters from all over the world had been invited to Vienna, Austria to skate marathon-style over the course of sixteen hours in one day to raise money. Yuuri recognized many retired professional skaters mingling with other skaters and organizers, which didn't surprise him in the slightest. What did surprise him was the sheer number of figure skaters in attendance who were competing professionally. Not just in the Grand Prix series but also in the Challengers series and other international competitions. Senior level, junior level, and even novice level skaters were all there to participate.
It was very surprising to Yuuri. Not that he was shocked to see so many people in the spirit of giving, but because the timing of this charity run was not during the off-season.
Today is October 24th. The charity marathon is tomorrow, October 25th. The Rostelecom Cup just ended two days ago, Skate Canada starts on the 27th, and the Cup of China starts on November 3rd. And this isn't including the other competitions going on in other series's. Why did they schedule a charity event like this right smack in the middle of the season?! Yuuri looked out over the banquet hall again. A buffet tablet lined the opposite wall, and wait staff was walking around offering drinks to the skaters and guests. Yuuri recognized Michele and Sara Crispino standing a few feet away from him with Emil Nekola. Yuuri felt his brow lift slightly when he saw the glasses the Crispino siblings were holding. Emil was holding a regular champagne glass, but Michele and Sara looked like they were holding slender gold chalices. I know this is for a good cause, but one would think the organizers would've been considerate enough to time this better!
Graceful hands descended down Yuuri's line of vision before he was embraced from behind. Soft breath tickled his ear, and Yuuri shivered at the familiar voice. "You're frowning, Yuuri. What's the matter?"
Yuuri's eyes slid closed, and he took a moment to absorb the comfort he felt from being held by Victor Nikiforov. He reached up with his right hand to clasp Victor's right hand, and their matching rings caught the light from the chandelier. "Are you sure you're okay to do this, Victor?"
"Of course I'm okay. We both made the podium at the Rostelecom Cup, we're participating in a charity event, and I'm spending time with the man I love. What more could I ask for?"
"Victor, you won gold at Rostelecom," Yuuri reminded him. "I won bronze and Otabek Altin won silver." And Yurio mocked me mercilessly for it. I've never heard him cheer so loud for anyone than when Otabek won silver.
"Winning bronze is still an accomplishment to be proud of, Yuuri."
"I don't mind that I won bronze," Yuuri said honestly. "But I'm worried about you, Victor."
"Me? Why me?"
"Because you won Worlds and you broke my record at Rostelecom. You're practically a shoe-in for the Final."
"If I were to believe that, then that would be arrogant."
"Victor." Yuuri reluctantly pulled out of his arms and turned to look at him. "I'm scheduled to participate in the NHK Trophy on November 10th."
"And I look forward to acting as your coach during the competition in your home country."
"But you're scheduled to participate in the Cup of China," Yuuri pointed. "That's a week away! We both skated in Rostelecom earlier this week, but I have two weeks to recuperate before my next event! I don't think it's a good idea for you to skate in Rostelecom, then a charity skate, and then at the Cup of China just a week apart! I-I mean; you technically don't need to skate at the Cup of China with how high your score was at Rostelecom! I can't imagine anyone, including myself, getting a score that high!"
Victor held onto his smile, but Yuuri could tell he was forcing it. "I don't quite understand your point, Yuuri."
"Victor." Yuuri suddenly felt conscious of the fact that they were having this conversation in public and not in private. He shook his head furiously, suddenly feeling like an idiot. "I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't have—"
"Yuuri." Victor stepped forward and cupped his chin with his thumb and forefinger. He leaned in close to Yuuri's face, so close that their noses were touching. "I was teasing. I understand your concern. You believe that I'm working too hard in such a short period of time, when you feel that I don't need to. And you're concerned that because I'm doing so much so soon that I might injure myself before the Final…and before the Olympics."
Yuuri swallowed thickly. "I—I'm sorry to upset you—"
"Upset? Why would I be upset? The man I love sees me as a worthy competitor and wants to take care of me. I'm thrilled, Yuuri. But I don't want you to worry. I know what I'm doing."
Yuuri found himself distracted by the close proximity of Victor's mouth, and tore his gaze away from it to look Victor in the eyes. That was a mistake though, and his mouth went dry when he saw the heat in the blue eyes hovering over him. "If I qualify for the Final now, I can spend the rest of November recuperating for the Final and to get my routine ready for the Olympics. And if you qualify from your results at NHK, then you can do the same." Victor's thumb slowly traced Yuuri's bottom lip. "After all, we'll be competing against each other at Grand Prix and at the Olympics, so we might as well be in top form."
It still amazed Yuuri that the JOC had chosen him to be one of three male figure skaters to represent Japan in Pyeongchang (and he knew that Minami Kenjirou had also been chosen as well), and he didn't quite understand why he'd been chosen when his track record performance at the competition level was less than stellar. He hadn't been surprised when the ROC had chosen both Victor and Yuri Plisetsky as the two male figure skaters to represent Russia, and while Yuuri was thrilled to be competing against them, competing in the Grand Prix and then the Olympics didn't really help his anxiety issues.
I'll do my best. That's all I can do. Victor will be here with me, even though we're competitors. He'll support me…and I must support him, too.
"Just…take care of yourself," Yuuri said finally. "That's what I mean to say."
"Thank you for looking out for me, but I will be okay. The Cup of China is still a week from now." Victor looked away from Yuuri then. "There are skaters here that are set to compete in Skate Canada, you know."
"Wait, what?!" Yuuri spun around to look around the banquet hall. "Who?! Skate Canada is less than three days from now!"
"Well, just two that I've seen so far," Victor said, craning his neck to look around. "I don't believe they're actually skating though. Ah, there's JJ. He's supposed to be competing to Skate Canada." Indeed, Jean-Jacques Leroy himself was standing near the buffet table, sporting his usual arrogant smile as he accepted a similar gold chalice from a waiter that the Crispino siblings also had. His arm was around Isabella, who shook her head at the waiter when he offered her a chalice as well.
Yuuri shook his head. "I would ask why he flew in to Vienna to make an appearance at a charity he's not participating in, when he needs to be in Saskatchewan on the 27th, but he's a philanthropist isn't he? I wouldn't put it past him to make a public appearance for charity's sake." Even if he is a bit full of himself.
"And—ah! There's Seung-Gil. He's also competing in Skate Canada." Yuuri's eyes widened when he saw Lee Seung-Gil standing alongside his coach. His expression was dark, and he was gripping the familiar gold chalice so tight in his fist that his knuckles had turned white. He clearly wasn't having a good time
Victor leaned in close to whisper to Yuuri. "I overheard some gossip. Apparently since he's the only male figure skater representing South Korea at the Olympics, his coach forced him to fly here before Skate Canada and make an appearance for appearance's sake."
Yuuri was very familiar with flying to North America, and he knew that flying to Vienna from South Korea, while en route to Canada, was a massive detour. He shook his head in sympathy. "Was that wise to plan his travel this way? Once he reaches Saskatchewan, he'll be lucky if he doesn't suffer from serious jetlag."
Victor frowned slightly. "They don't make a good team, I'm afraid. Having observed Seung-Gil and Ms. Park at previous competitions, their priorities are not in-synch. Seung-Gil's priority is always on the competition he's participating in, while Ms. Park's priority always has been on the Olympics. I'm afraid she might not care how well Seung-Gil does during the Grand Prix series, so long as he does well at the Olympics."
"B-But doesn't she realize that the Olympics is still gathering point for the qualifier for the Team Skate? If Seung-Gil doesn't even qualify for the Grand Prix Final, it will negatively affect South Korea's chances of qualifying for the Team Skate!"
Victor shrugged. "Like I said, they don't make a good team. We on the other hand…" he draped himself over Yuuri once more. "Are the best team ever."
Yuuri snorted. "I think you have a bit of a bias."
"Mmm, that I do." Victor leaned over to kiss the corner of his mouth. Yuuri blushed straight to his ears.
"Awww, come on!" a shout startled the both of them and they looked up. "That was so close! I almost had the perfect photo!"
"P-Phichit!" Yuuri sputtered, staring wide-eyed at his best friend. "What are you doing?!"
"Trying to take a picture of you two kissing," Phichit Chulanont answered shamelessly. He was pointing his cell phone on his selfie-stick at them while also trying to balance said stick with the gold chalice he was holding. "Come on, help me out! I'm almost to a million followers on Instagram! The pictures I post of you two always floods people to my page! If I get one of you two kissing on the mouth, it'll definitely push me over a million! Yuuri, be a pal and kiss your husband for me!"
"Phichit," Yuuri said, rage quickly simmering inside him. "My personal life isn't something you can—"
"Like this?" Victor interrupted, and promptly slipped his tongue into Yuuri's open mouth. Yuuri let out a strangled noise, but the heat from the deep kiss sent shockwaves through his body. His knees turned to jelly and he felt his toes curl inside his shoes. Victor dipped him very slightly, and Yuuri briefly forgot where they were and reached up to caress Victor's face as he reciprocated the kiss.
"Good, that's awesome!" Phichit shouted encouragingly. He winced slightly though as he took the pictures. "Ah, I should've set this to video instead of photo!"
Victor pulled Yuuri back up into a standing position, and gently took hold of his arm when he swayed. "Sozhaleyu," he whispered to Yuuri. "But I'll take any opportunity as an excuse to kiss you. Was that okay?" Victor asked Phichit.
"Oh, more than okay!" Phichit cheered. "These pictures will probably net me two million followers! Hey Guang-Hong! You've gotta see this!" He took his phone off his selfie-stick and raced over to Ji Guang-Hong. The teenager already had a luminescent blush, but his face turned even redder when he saw the photos Phichit had just taken.
Yuuri collected himself enough to try and muster a response for Victor when an unfamiliar voice slithered over his skin. "Would you like some wine, good sirs?"
It was a male voice speaking accented English. Both Yuuri and Victor turned to see the waiter who was offering gold chalices on his tray. He was the only person on the wait staff who was offering drinks in such a unique manner, but none of the wait staff or the event organizers were bothered by him. The waiter appeared to be possibly a few years older than Victor, but his complexion was unsettlingly pale. It starkly contrasted with the yellow blonde hair that was slicked back on his head. His eyes were closed, and he offered them a closed-mouth smile.
But his demeanor was strangely inviting…as was the wine he was offering. Yuuri his head to clear it and raised a hand of rejection. "Thank you, but I never drink alcohol before a competition."
"This is a charity event Yuuri, not a competition," Victor gently reminded him. He picked up one of the chalices. "Spasibo."
"Still, I don't like drinking the night before I have to skate," Yuuri said, forcing a smile. "Thank you for the offer though."
"That's quite all right. I hope you enjoy it," the waiter said, a note of promise on his voice, before he turned and melted into the crowd. Yuuri blinked once, and the man was no longer there.
"Are you sure you don't want anything?" Victor asked. He sipped the wine, paused, and then drank heavily. "This is quite good."
"I'm all right, but thank you."
"Victor! Yuuri!" Christophe Giacometti raced over to them, and Yuuri guessed by his flushed face that he was intoxicated. A brown-haired man followed him, and Yuuri remembered Victor telling him that this was Chris's boyfriend. However, Yuuri had never been properly introduced to this person, so he didn't know his name—and after so many months, he was too embarrassed to ask. Chris draped over Yuuri, and Yuuri then smelled the alcohol plain as day on his breath. "I saw the show you two lovebirds just put on. Why not have an encore? We could invite you up to our room! We have a panoramic view, a bathtub in the bedroom, and I have the stripper pole set up!"
Yuuri yelp, and pulled himself free from Chris as Victor hummed with amusement. "This I have to see. How on earth did you manage to get the stripper pole all the way up to your suite?"
Chris laughed behind his hand. "Oh…I have my ways. Why don't you both come up and see for yourself. The pole…does miss you, Yuuri."
Yuuri felt the heat on his face and he was left sputtering as Victor also looked at him expectantly. N…Never mind worrying about Grand Prix, the Olympics, or even about whether or not Victor is working too hard! Clearly I'M the only one with any sense around here!
Across the banquet hall, sitting cross-legged next to the buffet table, Yuri Plisetsky (aka Yurio) was positively seething as he watched Victor and Yuuri talking with Chris and—Chris's boyfriend, whatever the fuck his name was. Yuuri was red in the face and clearly not speaking a full sentence at whatever Chris had said.
Maybe he's still distracted by the kiss Victor gave him.
Yuri swore, and violently shook his head. Stupid katsudon! Who wants to see that fatso make out with anyone?!
"AH!" Phichit shouted. He cheered and pumped his fist. "I did it! I've got a million followers now because of that kissing photo!" He finished the gold chalice he was drinking. "Wow, that was good! I should get more of this!"
Yuri grumbled, and folded his arms over his chest as he pouted. To the northwest of the banquet hall he saw Yakov speaking to some other coach, and he was also holding a gold chalice. Yuri didn't see Lilia though, and he sank down lower so they couldn't see him. Where the fuck is Otabek?! I want to get the hell out of here!
"Would you like some wine, sir?"
Yuri looked up. A blonde-haired waiter was smiling down at him and holding out his tray. One lone gold chalice remained on the tray. Geez, doesn't this guy get enough sunlight?
But Yuri snorted and glared at the guy. "Do I look like I'm old enough to drink alcohol?!"
The waiter's smile didn't falter. "The legal drinking age in Austria is sixteen. You are at least sixteen, yes?"
Yuri blinked at this. He quickly looked around to make sure that Yakov and Lilia could not see him. Then he nodded to the waiter. "I am. Spasibo." He accepted the chalice.
The waiter held onto his smile and lowered his tray. "Congratulations, you got the last of my special wine. Have a good night." He turned and walked away.
Well, that's…odd. Maybe. He shrugged to himself and sniffed at the wine. It smelled…weird. It didn't smell like vinegar, or whatever wine was supposed to smell like.
Well I don't know what wine smells like, really. I know what vodka smells like. But this doesn't really smell bad. It's rather…pleasant. I think.
Yuri lifted the chalice and took a tentative sip. He could almost feel his insides melt when the wonderful liquid filled his mouth. He grabbed the chalice in both hands and greedily gulped it down. He'd never tasted anything so good in his life.
"Are you drinking alcohol?"
Yuri choked, and a line of wine ran down his chin. He quickly wiped at his mouth and looked up. Otabek Altin was standing over him, and though he wore his usual stoic expression there was a slight look of disapproval in his eyes. "Hey, it's just wine. It's not illegal here," Yuri said defensively. "I'm old enough to drink alcohol in Austria. Want to tr…" he offered the chalice to Otabek, but saw that he'd drained the cup.
Otabek took it regardless and sniffed at it. "This doesn't smell like wine. Who gave you this?"
"One of the waiters, duh. And how would you know what wine smells like?" Yuri asked defensively. "Aren't you technically too young to drink."
Otabek looked into the chalice for a long moment before reaching past Yuri and setting it down on the buffet table. He looked around the party. "This doesn't look like fun. Should we go do something else?"
"My thoughts exactly," Yuri said. He stood up, but the room suddenly started spinning and he stumbled slightly. Otabek quickly caught him, and grabbed his chin and looked down into Yuri's face. His stoic face darkened slightly. "On second thought, I'm taking you back to your room."
"I'm fine, real—"
"Yuri." Otabek's voice turned stern. "I'm taking you back to your room. Where's your cell phone?"
Yuri gave it to him without really thinking about it. Otabek flipped it open, but paused briefly. He grabbed the chalice back off the table as he steered Yuri out of the banquet hall and towards the elevators. "I didn't see Yakov in there but I'm going to call him and tell him you drank—"
"Oh come on, don't do that!" but shouting made Yuri dizzier and he leaned against Otabek for support. "I'm f-fine—"
"No, you're not. I'm taking you upstairs before something serious happens." Otabek called Yakov on Yuri's phone as the entered one of the elevators. After a few moments he hung up. "He's not picking up."
"He's probably drunk somewhere. I saw him drinking to—" Yuri groaned and closed his eyes. He felt like throwing up. "…Okay. Okay, you're right. I don't feel fine."
"Don't worry, Yuri. I'm not going to let anything happen to you." Otabek cursed in Kazakh. "He's still not picking up. Does Yakov normally not your answer calls?"
A cold knot of fear started forming in Yuri's stomach and he lowered his head. "I don't know."
"We'll leave it be for now. Let's just get you back to your room."
Yuri could only grumble an acknowledgement as the elevator doors opened on his floor.
Victor had made a reservation for the Presidential Suite. Yuuri had never seen a more luxurious hotel room than this. It looked like a posh studio apartment in Europe. He was afraid to ask Victor how much the room had cost him.
That was the furthest thing from Yuuri's mind however when he woke up the following morning. He groaned and rolled over onto his side in the massive bed he was sharing with Victor. In the darkness of the room he found his glasses and slipped them on as he looked for his cell phone. He looked at Victor over his shoulder, and saw the other man curled up on his side facing Yuuri, fast asleep. His head was covered by the comforter, but Yuuri heard the soft sounds of Victor's breathing and sighed heavily in relief. He's all right. That's good.
When Chris had prodded them to come up to his suite and have "fun", Victor suddenly had a dizzy spell and said he wasn't feeling good. While this got Yuuri out of being pressured to going up to Chris's suite and getting reacquainted with the stripper pole, he'd been very concerned for Victor. He didn't know if Victor had drunk too much alcohol, or if all the physical stress he's been putting on his body had finally caught up to him. Yuuri almost wanted to call for an ambulance, but Victor insisted that he only wanted to go to bed and sleep the sudden fatigue off.
Will he be well enough to skate for the marathon? We're both scheduled to go on this afternoon—I'm on at three and Victor's on at four. Wait, what time is it?
Yuuri found his cell phone, and groaned loudly when saw the time. It was 10:34 am. "Victor, I forgot to set the alarm!" he announced painfully. He scrubbed a hand over his face. "I'm so sorry! We need to get—"
An arm snaked around Yuuri's waist and he yelped as he was dragged back underneath the covers. His body instantly relaxed as Victor, now full awake, spooned against his neck. Victor's nose traced along the length of Yuuri's neck, and Yuuri shivered involuntarily. "You smell good."
The low, sexy hum of Victor's voice sent a warm jolt straight through Yuuri's body. He arched as Victor's hand found its way underneath his nightshirt and pressed against his abdomen as Victor began kissing the side of his neck. The motions were slow at first, then the kisses quickened and became frantic. Yuuri's eyes slid closed and he relaxed against the bed. "Victor." His voice was low and pleading. "Victor, we shouldn't…" his body betrayed his words by melting into Victor's arms, and his hand reached back to rub Victor's nape encouragingly. Yuuri tried to formulate clear thoughts, even while the rest of his body was otherwise occupied. "Victor, wait—the charity skate. M-My skate costume has an open coll—an open collar. Don't give me any hickeys, please—"
But Victor didn't stop kissing his neck, and he was making soft and desperate noises that made Yuuri's body hum with arousal. But he forced himself under control and pulled himself forward, out of Victor's arms, and he turned around to face him. "T-That's enough, Victor, we have to—"
Yuuri gasped audibly, and scrambled backwards to the edge of the bed. Victor's eyes were closed, but his mouth was open in his usual smile. But—But from the open smile Yuuri saw a pair of long, extended fangs from Victor's upper row of teeth, extended down to his bottom lip.
Yuuri stared for a long moment of silence before bursting into hysterical laughter.
"What's the matter?" Victor asked him, but Yuuri couldn't stop laughing. He slapped his knee and leaned forward as he laughed. "Oh—Oh, that's hilarious! You almost got me, Victor!"
"What do you mean?"
"T-The fangs! The vampire fangs! Yuuri gestured to them as he sat up. He wiped at his eyes with the heel of his hand. "This is a Halloween prank, isn't it? But wow, they look so cool! It thought they were…real." Yuuri trailed off slowly as he watched the fangs retreat back up into Victor's mouth. He blinked several times. What?
Victor sat up fully and opened his eyes. "Yuuri, I don't know what you're talking ab—"
"Victor!" Yuuri shouted in alarm. He scrambled backwards off the bed and hit the floor hard. His hip stung from the landing, but he didn't pay attention to it as he gaped at Victor. "Your eyes…Your eyes!"
Victor's beautiful blue eyes were gone. Instead the eyes that stared back at Yuuri shined red like rubies. Yuuri's breathing became harsh and ragged as he hesitantly stood up. "W-What's going on? What happened to you?"
"Yuuri, you're starting to scare me," Victor said, keeping his tone low and calm. He paused, and frowned to himself. "My mouth feels funny, and I sound funny."
"Victor, look in the mirror!" Yuuri gestured wildly to their suite bathroom. "You have vampire fangs! Your eyes are red! You—You look like a vampire!"
Victor looked perplexed by what Yuuri was saying. He reached up and stuck a finger into his mouth, and hissed sharply. He pulled it out, and Yuuri saw that he'd cut himself on his fangs. Victor looked at the bleeding finger for a long moment of silence before he licked at the blood. Yuuri's eye widened when he saw the cut heal with the simple swipe of his tongue.
"Well…this is strange," Victor observed.
Yuuri almost fell over. "T-That's all you have to say?!"
Victor shrugged. "What else should I say?"
Yuuri was about to answer, but a loud pounding on their suite door startled them. Yuuri turned towards the door, but screamed when it suddenly burst open. Several individuals that Yuuri recognized as being event organizers and hotel staff stormed into the bedroom. Yuuri raised his hands but looked towards Victor. Victor for his part looked unperturbed by the invasion of people.
"Ah!" someone shouted, pointing to Victor. "He's infected!"
"Infected?" Yuuri and Victor echoed.
"This is bad!" another person spoke up. "Victor Nikiforov was infected! This will cause a scandal!"
"This already is a scandal!" another person shouted. "It could not possibly get any worse than this!"
"Can someone please explain to us what's going on?!" Yuuri demanded.
One of the men grabbed Yuuri's chin and twisted his head from side to side. Then he grabbed both of Yuuri's wrists and turned them so that they were facing up. "This one's clean."
"Good." Another person stepped forward. It was an older man, close to Yakov's age. "Both of you will need to come with us. We have a…situation."
Sorry for the slow start and OOCness, but there's more to come.
