8:00pm

The same time as usual. He always picked the same time. Viktor Nikiforov, the world famous, 5 gold medalist. The Russian skater, the man with silver hair and bright blue eyes. The man who was in love with Yuuri Katsuki.

Yuuri Katsuki with his breath taking eyes, dark brown hair and lashes that caressed his soft skin.

Yuuri, the escort that had stolen Viktor's heart.

The chiming of the bell, made Yuuri's heart skip a beat, he found himself wiping the palms of his hands down on his pants for the millionth time. He took a deep breath as the heavy sounds of foot steps entered the air, above the hum of other people, the clinking of glasses and the faint voices of the reporters on the television, above the bartender.

He didn't realize that he had been holding his breath, until the foot steps ended, right next to him and the familiar warmth, joined his side.

He briefly caught the same scent, musky and warm, sweet yet spicy, and all over..Was Viktor.

"...Did you not order a drink for yourself? Yuuri"

Yuuri felt heat return to his cheeks as Viktor's Russian accent hit his ears, his heart thudded faster and briefly, he wondered if the male could hear it? He sure hoped he couldn't.

"Yuuri?"

Yuuri broke from his thoughts, the lights came back to his eyes as he turned, finding the Russian close to his face. "Ah-- sorry Viktor...I must have been lost in thought"he said as he brushed his hand through his own hair and subtlety he pulled away from the other man. His eyes darted to the menu but maybe if he had kept his eyes on Viktor for a few moments longer...He would have seen the frown

that came to the Russian skaters lips when the Japanese male pulled away.

"I wasn't really thirsty or --"

"You're not hungry..?" Viktor asked, pressing one hand to the bar as he leaned forwards and tilted his head, silver bangs falling to the side, blue eyes shining.

Yuuri stared at this Russian man, this beautiful Russian man, he always wondered what he saw in him? He didn't look at him the way other clients looked at him. Something about those twinkles in Viktor's eyes, looked genuine.

"Not really, is this supposed to be a dinner date before--?" Yuuri asked as he shifted around in the stool, the clothing he wore underneath, only for Viktor. Viktor did seem to have a thing for lace, black lace, specifically.

"No."

The bluntness of Viktor's words made Yuuri's heart ache, he had just been joking but... Viktor did confused him. But, Viktor always did surprise him.

"Not exclusively at least, and besides...", Viktor continued as he gently slid one of his hands onto Yuuris thigh, his fingers caressed the plump skin, giving a gentle squeeze before dwelling closer in-between his legs.

Yuuri tensed up, his breaths a little heavier, a soft gasp escaped from his lips. "Besides...?"he asked the other male softly, he tried to pretend that his body was not already reacting like some horny teen's body, he did loath when Viktor did this in public, though he had gotten better at acting out side of himself.

Viktor knew escort Yuuri but not, the real Yuuri Katsuki, the one who once dreamed of becoming a national world skater, to meet his idol. Viktor Nikiforov.

Not once did he think he'd get his dream of meeting Viktor, at least not this way.

It was much more than he ever thought he would get and still, Viktor wouldn't know that Yuuri knew about him, and as far as Yuuri was concerned, he'd never tell him, it wasn't like they were in a relationship. It was just work. Right? No feelings.

No feelings.

"Your thighs, have gotten plumper than the last time we met Yuuri" Viktor's rich voice filtered through Yuuris thoughts and the pink flush on his face darkened a shade, a chill rushed up his spine from the warm breath, ghosting across his ear and Viktor's long fingers spreading Yuuri's legs further apart.

"V-viktor wait, we.."he mumbled, eyes darting up and scanning their surroundings, soft pants leaving him and though he was a bit panicked at the thought of them being seen like this, it still excited him.

But he thought, wouldn't Viktor be scared to be seen with him? What if they were spotted and rumors were spread? Wouldn't he taint Viktor's image? Furthermore, did the world know that Viktor liked men? And if so, what would they think of Viktor seeing nothing but a common whore...?

"No one's looking, Yuuri, I haven't touched you for so long, didn't you miss me? It's been a few months" Viktor cooed into the shorter males ear, his fingers traveling to caress the underside of Yuuris member, traveling further between his legs to tease him. He always did love Yuuris reactions.

When Viktor touched Yuuri, it was like he was touching him for the first time, Everytime and it made Viktor more than excited.

Viktor was convinced that he could certainly get off just from teasing Yuuri with his fingers, the faces, that the, Japanese male made, were too much.

It had been so long, Viktor had left for competition but had bought his ticket back to Japan right away. Of course he would not, out right admit that he came all this way just to have a few nights with the younger Japanese man, but he wouldn't deny it, either.

Viktor's fingers caressed the most sweet spot of the Japanese male, causing an alluring gasp to escape those lips of his, Viktor studied him as he did. He wondered if Yuuri was aware of how seductive and vulnerable he looked right now? Was he tempting him on purpose? Of course, with Yuuri's line of work, he shouldn't be surprised. But, Yuuri always did surprise him.

"V-viktor...Not right here, not.." Yuuri stumbled over his words, he was glad that he had chosen his contacts for today, his glasses would be extremely fogged up, it had been a long time, maybe that's why his body was acting like some virgin teenage boy.

After all, Yuuri had, had another client just days before. But, when Viktor even looked at him, it was like he was looking at him for the first time, and it sent a flare of heat up into the boys chest.

"All these negative words, Yuuri, I don't like them, from now on the only thing you're allowed to say is yes, and viktor" Viktor muttered heatedly into the Japanese male's ear, attempting to seduce the seductress.

If only Viktor knew that he has seduced the Japanese male as much as Yuuri had seduced the Russian man.

And like that Viktor had pulled away from the flustered escort, always leaving him on the edge of his seat. Quite literally.

Viktor placed his hands down on the bar and stood up, towering over the other male. "Well then, time to go, Yuuri" he said with a some kind of authority in his voice, one that sent chills down Yuuri's body.

Viktor had a friendly look, his heart shaped smile widened, and the glint in his eyes darkened, when he felt Yuuri take his hand. And say.

"Yes, Viktor"