„Viktor, are you sure about this? Don't you think it's...well…revealing too much?", Yuuri asked from the fitting room. "No no, it should be alright. Come on, come on. Try it on. I want to see you!", the silver-haired skater answered not able to hide his anticipation at all. Even though Halloween wasn't a huge thing in Russia, it was one his favourite holidays. Viktor loved everything about it: the mood, the decoration, the costumes, the sweets, but most of all the costumes. Dressing up as someone or something completely different from what he used to be, was the thing he looked forward to all year. For months he had been planning the party he was going to throw and the outfit he was going to wear. His fiancé on the other hand, hadn't been as motivated. The 31st was still a week to go and Yuuri hasn't found a costume yet, although Viktor assumed that he hadn't really searched for one. His party being so close, the Russian had decided to take matters in hand himself. So he had took the Japanese and forced him to go shopping.
"I'm not sure. I think it's way too tight." – "You need to come out, so I can tell. Don't be shy. I bet it looks super hot on you." – "Viktor….I…" The Russian sighed. He was sure the costume he had picked for his boyfriend was just perfect, although he had expected that the Japanese would not be happy with it. At least, he wanted to see him wear it once, but to make him step out of the fitting room, Viktor would have to play a little dirty. "Yuuuuuri, pleeeassee…just step out… do it for me." He knew that his fiancé wouldn't be able to resist his begging. He never did. "Argghh… alright. But make sure, there's no one else watching."
With a loud sigh, the door was pushed open and the Japanese stepped out. For a second, Viktor forgot to breathe. Yuuri was wearing a tight bodysuit with a skeleton print, but none of the cheap ones. This one was really detailed, it even looked quite realistic, but that wasn't what had caught the Russian. The suit was fitting perfectly to the other's body, adjusting to his features like a second skin. The silver-haired skater could make out the thin lines of his abs and even his thighs were contoured so that every muscle was visible. If the Japanese would only turn around to show his sexy, round ass…
"Yuuri, you look…", the older man was out of words. He had thought he was used to see his boyfriend in tight, sexy outfits, but somehow this was arousing him more than he had predicted. The longer he looked at the Japanese, he wanted to push him into the fitting room and peal off the suit to kiss all over his bare skin. "Viktor….Viktor?", Yuuri's voice interrupted his thoughts. The Russian shook his head to make the images of him kneeling down behind his fiancé, slowly pulling down the zipper, go away – at least for now. "Could you please say something?" the younger skater asked shyly. No matter how used he was to wear skating outfits, off the ice, he always got incredibly unconfident about his body. "You…you look…amazing", Viktor stuttered. "You think so?" – "Oh my god, Yuuri, yes I do. You need to wear this for the party. We could ask Chris to do a matching makeup for you and you could wear those black boots we saw in the other shop earlier and…", now the Russian was totally in his element. "I don't know. Shouldn't I wear something more…covering?" – "My dear," Viktor took a step towards Yuuri and cupped his cheek with his hand, "there is nothing, you should be ashamed of. You look so hot in this, I need to restrain myself to not rip it off of you any second and fuck you right here." During his last words, he had moved closer to his boyfriend whispering those words into his ear. When he drew back, the Japanese's face was red as a beet. Viktor smirked. "I guess that means, were buying it."
When Viktor woke up the morning of the 31st October, he felt a little like it was Christmas Day. Although he couldn't wait to put on his costume and head to the party, he knew that there was still a lot to do until then. Fully energized and motivated, he got up, got dressed and made coffee, the only thing that would make Yuuri get up to at this time of the day. While waiting for his fiancé to come to the kitchen, he already packed the things they would need later. It was the Russians plan to drive to the rink, monitor the decorators and add the finishing touch himself. Then, he would have to wait for the caterer to show them where they should arrange the buffet and the bar. It had taken him months to choose the right snacks and drinks and now he wanted everything to be perfect. Afterwards, they would hopefully have enough time, to get back home, take a shower, get dressed and then Chris would come over to do their make-up. It was one of the Swiss hidden talents Viktor had found out about several years ago when they had been younger. Countless times, the Russian had to act as a model for the ideas of his friend.
Viktor scurried through the whole apartment, picking up thousands of things, when he silently entered the bedroom. Yuuri was still sleeping, hiding most of his face under the blanket. The Russian smiled. He loved the Japanese sleeping face. Seeing it always reminded him of how lucky he was to be able to fall asleep and wake up next to a wonderful person like Yuuri. Cautiously, he sat down on the bed next to his fiancé and started caressing his head gently. "Wake up, darling. We need to leave soon." – "Hm…", was the only answer he got. "Come one, love. I already made coffee for you." – "Hmm..", Yuri grumbled and turned to the other side. Viktor sighed, it was the same little game they played every time they had to get up earlier than usual. He leant forward and kissed the Japanese's cheek. Then he whispered into his ear: "Yuuuuri. Please get up. You know I need to at the rink. If you come with me, I will surely treat you later…" Finally, the younger skater turned towards him and slowly opened his eyes. "Good morning, darling", Viktor said and smiled. – "Good mooorr…", the rest of the sentence got lost a in loud yawn.
After they had finished their coffees, they carried all the bags Viktor had packed to their car. Although they lived in a big city with an extensive public transport system, the Russian had bought a car a few years ago. He didn't use it often, but from time to time it was pretty comfortable. "What in god's name did you put in there", Yuuri grumbled when he lifted one of the bulging bags, "I didn't know you needed tons of bricks for your party." – "Even though I assume that Yurio would love to "accidently" throw one at everyone who annoys him – which would be half of the people I invited – I must object. These are only a few things I need to add the finishing touch", he said, lifting two bags at once. "A few things…you must be kidding…", the Japanese mumbled. "Anyways, because you mentioned Yurio. Haven't you noticed that there has been some kind of change in him lately?" – "What do you mean?", the silver-haired skater asked when they stuffed everything into the small boot. "I don't know…sometimes, he seems happier than usual. And he's a lot more polite." – "He still insults us every time we get a little closer during practise." – "Yes, he does. But it's kind of different from before. And didn't you notice how much he looks forward to seeing Otabek again." – "They are good friends, like Altin is the first real friend he had." – "But don't you think…well.. it doesn't matter." Staying silent, Viktor drove them safely through the traffic thinking about Yuuri's words.
Despite all worries he has had before, all the preparations worked out fine. When they arrived at the stadium, the decorators had already started hanging long orange and black cloths over the girders and the boards. The lights had also been covered with different kinds of fabric and artificial spider webs to create the right mood. In every corner there were curved pumpkins with candles in them. Along the area round the rink and also in the hallways, candle stands illuminated the room and withered branches added to the atmosphere. Here and there, Viktor added cute little bats and spiders. The buffet was arranged on several long tables offering all kinds of little horror-themed treats to the guests. The huge bar was placed on the other side of the rink, holding all different kinds of liquor and anti-alcoholic drinks. After a few hours, everything was to Viktor's utmost satisfaction and he dared to leave the rest to the bartenders and the caterers.
They drove home again with taking a short stop at Yurio's to hand him over a little surprise that Viktor had planned. He knew that the younger Russian had no intention to come tonight, that's why the silver-haired skater had bought some costumes for him. Hopefully, they or the fact that Otabek would be there tonight to would make him stop by. Although Yurio wasn't easy to handle, he was like family, like a son for Viktor, so he wanted him to join them. Back in the car he turned to Yuuri. "You know, I guess what you meant earlier regarding Yurio." – "Hm?" – "It's pretty unusual for him to stay in bed until this late." – "How come?" – "When he opened the door, he was only dressed in an oversized shirt and boxer shorts. And his hair was tousled like he just woke up." – "Hm", the Japanese answered seemingly deep in thoughts. Was there something the boy had been hiding from them?
When they came home, they took separate showers – sadly, they hadn't enough time to do it together, because this would have taken at least three times as long. Only a towel wrapped around his waist, Viktor returned to their bedroom and opened the huge closet while his fiancé occupied the bathroom. Even though his costume had been ready for weeks, he wanted to surprise Yuuri. So that's why he had hid it between his old skating outfits. While the Japanese was in the bathroom, he slipped into the black suit combined with a wine red shirt and a black waistcoat. The buttons of the waistcoat were connected by silver chains. At his wrists, he put shackles like he had just broken out of a dungeon. On his head, he placed a hairband that carried two water buffalo-inspired horns and to finish his outfit, he put in black sclera lenses with a red iris. Contemplating at himself in the mirror, Viktor was more than happy with how his plans had turned out. He was exactly looking like the vengeance-filled demon who just broke out from his prison he wanted to depict.
Right at the moment, the shower went out, the bell rang. 'What a coincidence', Viktor thought. Before Yuuri could leave the bathroom, the Russian hurried towards the door to open it. "Wow Vik, you look absolutely frightening", Chris marvelled. "I already liked the sketch you showed be, but it turned out even more amazing. Please never ever wake me up in this", he smiled and hugged his friend. "Thanks. But you look incredible, too." The Swiss, flashy as usual, was wearing a tight yet furry bodysuit with a leopard print, furry ears and a tail. Along his temple he had painted the typical fur pattern and even his contact lenses matched. "Come in, come in. Yuuri will be ready soon, but you can start with me." Viktor stepped aside and let his friend inside. While Chris arranged all his utensils he had carried in a big black suitcase on the kitchen table, the Russian made sure that his fiancé wasn't peeping. "If you even try to peek, I will punish you", he whispered through the bedroom door. "I would never…" – "Vik…, I'm ready." – 'Of course, you wouldn't…' the Russian thought and turned towards the kitchen.
There wasn't too much for Chris to do. He only mixed a light foundation with white face paint to lighten Viktor's skin a little more. Although the Russian was used to having make-up on from several TV interviews he had given, he didn't like the feeling very much. It always felt like having a non-removable mask on his face. However, the Swiss was a talented make-up artists, so he worked the products in so well, that the silver-haired skater only slightly noticed the added weight on his face. Because they had enough time and because Yuuri didn't give the sign that he was ready, Chris also painted Viktor's nails in black. "Now it's definitely perfect", he said while looking proudly at his work.
"Yuuri?", Viktor asked towards the bedroom, "are you ready?" No answer. "Yuuri? Are you alright?" – "I…I don't know…" – "Come on, love. The suit looks amazing on you. You don't need to be shy." The door still didn't open. "You really made him wear the skeleton suit you talked to me about?", Chris asked. – "Yup." The Russian smirked proudly. "He will surely be the hottest undead little piggy tonight" and turned towards the door he shouted: "Yuuri! I'm ready now…Don't you want to see me?" Slowly, the bedroom door opened a few millimetres and the Japanese stuck first one, then both of his eyes in. When he spotted his fiancé, he forgot about his worries and opened to door completely. His eyes were big and round and it seemed like he didn't dare to take his gaze away. "So…what do you say?" One or two times, Yuuri opened his mouth, closed it and opened it again until after a few moments, he found his words again. "You look…fantastic. If you didn't knew it was you, I'd be scared to death." Viktor smiled and took a step towards his fiancé and clasped him into his arms. "Luckily you don't have to fear that I would torture you in hell. My only goal is to possess you – your body and your soul", the Russian whispered into Yuuri's ear and then placed a gentle kiss on the other's lips. "But, now it's your turn. Let Chris do his magic!"
About an one and a half hour later, the black-haired skater was standing in front of the huge mirror in their bedroom and stared at himself. The Swiss had given his all and the skeleton features he had painted on Yuuri's face, neck and hands looked absolutely amazing. He had added so many details and small shadows, the usual rosé cheeks looked like the didn't exist. Watching his fiancé marvel at his reflection, Viktor turned towards his friend. "You're a true magician. Thank you so much." – "You're welcome. However, you know I accept payment in naturals", Chris answered and smiled. "Oh, I do remember quite well. Don't worry, your drinks will be on me tonight. But don't over do it." Then, he walked over to Yuuri. Although he wanted to watch him way longer, they had to leave soon. "I think that you look astonishing, too and I would love to look at you a lot longer, but we have to leave. Also, it would be such a shame if this sight was waisted to just two people. Let's go."
Much to Viktor's joy, nearly everyone he had invited had shown up. A lot of friends from overseas he hadn't seen in a long time as well as local friends. He really enjoyed talking to everyone, but the one that caught his eye all the time was his fiancé. The suit emphasised every feature of Yuuri's body and the Russian felt that his blood wandered into deeper regions the longer he watched his fiancé. "I should have proposed something less revealing, like a wizard's costume including a cloak", he sighed when he was standing at the bar accompanied by Chris and another old rink mate while watching Yuuri, Phichit and Seung-gil skating. The three of them seemed to have a lot of fun and Viktor was happy that he had been able to make it possible for the Japanese to see his best friend. Even though he didn't admit it, Viktor knew that he was missing him a lot.
"You're talking about that Yuuri, don't you? I must admit that he looks really hot in this thing. When I see him in his usual clothes, I tend to forget how sexy he can be." – "That Japanese guy? Yeah, he's pretty hot, actually. I'd love to know what he looks like without his costume." the other guy added. Viktor smiled and turned towards him. "You may wonder as much as you like, but if you dare to lay your hands on my fiancé, I will hunt you in your dreams." Then, he pushed himself away from the counter he had been leaning on and went to put on his skates.
Within seconds, he was on the ice and skated towards his fiancé who was standing with his back to Viktor. Placing his hands on Yuuri's hips, he pulled him close so strongly the Japanese had fallen down if Viktor hadn't caught him. "Hey, beauty", the Russian whispered into his ear. "Vitya?" the black-haired skater stuttered still shocked from the Russian's attack. "Would you skate with me?" Viktor asked while his hands wandered from Yuuri's hips to his waist and forward to his belly. With his long little fingers he gently caressed the upper part of his fiancé's crotch. The silver-haired skater knew that it was unfair to touch him like this in public, but he was boiling inside and he wanted to make the Japanese yearn for him the same way. The latter turned around to catch Viktor's pervasive gaze and a light blush appeared on his cheeks. Then, he smiled and nodded. "You guys don't mind if I kidnap him, do you?" The Russian turned towards Phichit and Seung-gil. The Thai smirked knowingly. "No, no. We'll be fine."
Motivated by their pair skate at the Grand Prix Expo last year, Viktor and Yuuri had continued skating as a pair. Since then, their movements had improved a lot, so they harmonised even more. Soon, Viktor felt that all his guests' eyes were on them, but he couldn't care less. The only thing that was important to him now, was his fiancé next to him and his hot skin under his fingers. Gracefully they floated over the ice as it was the most natural thing for them. The Russian loved being close Yuuri while dancing, but now, every movement, every touch was too much for him. The Japanese was just not close enough. Cautiously, he let is hands wander lower than usual every time he was touching Yuuri's hips or waist. Sometimes, his fingers landed on his butt accidently. Viktor noticed that with every touch, the Japanese was slightly trembling more. Also, a reddish shimmer had appeared on his cheeks. It seemed like being touched this way in public aroused him a lot more than expected. So when the black-haired skater was in front of him, the Russian pulled him closer than usual, so their crotches grinded against each other's. Yuuri blushed even more when he noticed that Viktor was already hard as well and the latter smirked at him groping his ass even tighter.
"Viktor, please….", Yuuri moaned. "I'm….This suit is so tight…Everybody's going to see…" He didn't need to elaborate any further. Only his fiancé's voice so close to his ear was enough to make Viktor's blood boil. Without hesitating, he took the Japanese's hand, pulled him off the ice only to take his and his own skates off. Then, without caring about their surroundings, he pushed him out of the main hall, down a hallway and into one of the changing rooms. As soon as the door close behind them, Viktor pressed Yuuri against one of the walls snuggling against his back. To be able to look at the Russian, the black-haired skater had to turned his head sideways and Viktor could see the blush on his cheeks. Letting his hands wander from Yuuri's waist to his thighs, he whispered into his ears. "Looking at you wearing this god-damn tight thing all evening…Seeing every muscle move… I wanted rip it off of you every second…I had to hold back the whole time and I don't know if I can keep myself from devouring you now."
While talking, one hand wandered to the zipper at the Japanese's neck and slowly pulled it down. Viktor couldn't get enough of the white skin that was exposed with every centimetre he opened the back of the suit. After he reached the end, his hands slipped under the fabric and caressed their way from Yuuri's butt forward over his belly letting them rest on his crotch. "What do you want me to do?", he asked, his nails moving over the skin like a feather. "Do you want me to touch you down here? Or at the back? Do you want me to treat you gently or shall I devour you?" The goose bumps that formed on the black-haired skater's skin made him smirk and he started placing soft kisses on his fiancés neck. He let his tongue wander up to his ears and when he gently bit into his earlobes, Yuuri let out a load moan. His legs had started trembling and Viktor could feel that he was yearning for his touches. "Or do you want me to stop?" - "No…Go on!", the Japanese rasped. "Possess me!"
It was like Viktor's reason was washed away with these words. One hand he used to embrace Yuuri's erection while the other one slid to his ass caressing the thin line between his butt cheeks. At the same time, the Russian did his best to cover his fiancés neck, shoulders and back with kisses and small bites. He had a really hard time to hold himself back to not thrust into Yuuri right away. Slowly, the fingers he had placed between his fiancé's butt cheeks were stroking from his hole to his balls making Yuuri pant heavily. "Vitya...please...don't tease me..." he moaned. The Russian just smiled. Luckily, the other skater seemed to be as impatient as he was. "I know that you want nothing more than my hard cock inside you, but I don't want to hurt you", Viktor rasped and placed his middle finger directly on Yuuri's hole, gently pressing against it.
Although the Japanese didn't usually need much preparation anymore, he wanted him to get used to this feeling slowly as they didn't have any lube with them. However, slow seemed not the be the pace Yuuri's mind was set on. As soon as he felt the Russian's fingertip entering him, he moved his hips backwards to make the whole finger slide into him. Inside of Yuuri, it was hot and twitching and the Russian tried not to think about how it would feel like if his cock entered this tight warmth. After waiting for a few seconds, Viktor thrusted in even deeper and instantly hit the other's weak spot. Yuuri threw his head in his neck and a loud moan left his lips. The silver-haired skater felt the Japanese's insides twitching and his reason was close to say goodbye for good.
Soon, a second and a third finger thrusted into Yuuri while Viktor stroked his erection in the same rhythm. When he let his thumb cycle the tip spreading the huge amount of precum that leaked out of the Japanese, he latter grabbed his hand and made it stop it's movements. "Please...Vicchan..I need you inside of me...possess my body properly." Within seconds, Viktor has let go of his fiancé to open his trousers and finally freed his own rock-hard cock he had been grinding against the other's leg. He positioned himself in front of Yuuri's twitching hole and without a warning, he thrusted into him.
When he entered his fiancé an incredible heat was welcoming him. He wanted to take a short breath to calm down a little, but the other skater didn't seem in the mood to calm down. Supporting himself at the wall he was pressed against, he pushed back, making Viktor penetrate him even deeper. Not able to hold back after such an invitation, the Russian let go completely and let his hips crush against Yuuri's back harder and harder. The deeper he got, the loader the Japanese's moans filled the air around them making his mind go numb and his insides boil. All the energy that had pent up the whole evening was making his body shiver and the only way to release it, was possessing the young skater in front of him. More and more, he shoved himself into Yuuri noticing that he latter wasn't going to stand much longer. However, Viktor wasn't ready to end this yet. So when the black-haired tried to remove one of his hands from the wall to touch himself as his cock had been neglected since Viktor had entered him, the latter darted his own arm forward to stop Yuuri's. "Viktor…I…can't…" – "Oh no, you won't touch yourself. Your body is all mine now, so you better beg for me to allow you to come", the Russian panted, noticing that his fiancé was tightening around him even more.
"Vitya…please…let me come…I beg you" His words were clipped and interrupted by his constant moaning, but they didn't miss their point. Seeing Yuuri so submissive brought Viktor close to his own cliff as well, so he increased his pace even more, changing his angle a little bit. Yuuri bend over backwards and the constant contraction of his hole made the Russian crazy. Finally, he had mercy and clasped the black-haired's cock. "You may come now", he whispered into Yuuri's ears and softly bit his earlobe. This and two more strokes of his hand and the Japanese tensed under him, his hole embracing Viktor's cock so tightly, he jumped off the cliff himself only a few seconds later.
"I'm sorry Yuuri, I hope I didn't hurt you.", Viktor panted when the last waved of his orgasm left his body and cleared his mind. Slowly, he left his fiancé and retrieved a tissue from his pockets to clean him. "Don't worry, I wanted it this way. To be honest, it didn't hurt as much as I thought it would. Maybe I won't be able to walk the next days, but I'm sure my coach will understand ", the Japanese said a little exhausted and winked while trying to readjust his suit and hair. "Don't think you are safe now, Yuuri. Once we are back home, I'll make sure that you will really feel like you're possessed by me until you die from exhaustion", Viktor said while looking into the Japanese's eyes. "I'm a skeleton. That means I'm already dead, Vicchan", he said returning the Russian's gaze, "so you don't need to hold back later" and with a smile on his face, he left the changing room leaving a surprised and beet red Viktor.