This is kind of a test run. I haven't been writing fanfictions for a few years now. And Yuri on Ice really gave me a chance to do that again. So I'm gonna try writing again, starting by third person limited. So this story might be a little boring to all those who've watch the anime for a couple hundred times already. But I really wanted to try and convey what Victor feels during the whole anime, since it's usually told from Yuuri's point of view and we never really get to explore Victor's feelings.

Okay this chapter is now edited with scenes added and details rewritten.

Victor Nikiforov fell in love with the wrong Yuuri Katsuki, and by the time he realized, it was too late.

Chapter 1

Yuuri Katsuki was such an enigma. Victor couldn't say he wasn't intrigued by him at all, he had bombed his Grand Prix Final in a spectacular fashion. Victor hadn't believe that it was possible for a person to miss all his jumps. But somehow, this man had managed.

Despite all this, his step sequence was still captivating, almost mesmerizing by how his feet dance to - no, made the music.

And then at the banquet, Yuuri Katsuki had surprised him again. Proven that he was indeed a Grand Prix Finalist with those moves of his. And then he had the nerve to challenge their Yuri to a dance battle and win!

But above all, it was the blatant request for him to ditch skating and coach him that swept Victor off his feet. Never before had he met such a man so rude, loud and clingy.

Well, there was the Russian Yuri, but he didn't count.

Victor didn't believe in love in first sight, he wasn't so sure after that whole affair.

After the banquet, he was sure that Yuuri Katsuki would call him to make sure he made good on his promise and he had been fully prepared to do so.

But the call had never came, and the man had not appeared in the World Championships.

Stammi Vicino had never felt so lonely and heartbroken as he skated it for his Free Skate. Somewhere deep inside, Victor was hoping that Yuuri Katsuki was watching him and would see the longing in his eyes.

(The memory of Yuuri Katsuki was almost gone from his mind, it was a fleeting dream that Victor wished he had stayed in and never woke up from.)

Victor knew he failed at conveying that particular emotion. His program was still perfect as always, at least in the technical department.

"You were too confident." Yakov told him gruffly at the Kiss and Cry, "I must admit you did put some thought on your artistic interpretation this time. But every time you geared up for a quad, we could see it. The confidence in your eyes, the confidence that made Victor Nikiforov the champion."

"Confidence is good Vitya, but this is not where you could show it."

He stayed cooped up in his apartment for a few days after the Championships ended. St. Petersburg was welcoming as always, there were plenty of it's citizens ready to welcome their Living Legend back home, and they congratulated him everywhere he went.

Victor was tired of it all. He was a 4 (now 5) times Grand Prix and World's gold medalist. The praises and adoration had long lost its meaning to him. What did it matter if he took home another gold? They were still one in the many of golds he had brought back. It just didn't hold the same value to him anymore.

He didn't go anywhere, not even when Makkachin whined to be let out for walks longer than the entirety of his apartment building. Victor was content to just stay there until Yakov finally decided he was to return to practise again.

Yakov did come by a few days later and drag him off to the skating rink. His coach all but ordering him to come up with new programs.

Nothing particular had piqued his interest this season that he wanted to incorporate into his next season. And the only thing that had been even remotely interesting had not come to the Worlds, and he was a person.

But Yuuri Katsuki dancing had been such a sight.

Those slender hands that had brushed down his hips teasingly and then encircled his waist. Brown eyes that danced with mischief as Yuuri Katsuki danced in and out of the crowd, laughing as Victor followed him slowly in an attempt to appear dignified.

His program came out slowly but surely, as more and more scene of Yuuri Katsuki dancing appeared in his mind, the program grew more and more fervent as Victor poured his heart and soul into it, in an attempt to recreate Yuuri Katsuki's image.

He knew what song he had to choose too.

Eros.

"Yuuri!"

Victor was turning before he knew it, mouth poised open to say something anything.

Why did it take you so long to call, he wanted to ask. Why didn't you come to the World's.

Blue eyes darted to the front of the skating rink, where anyone who had garnered the attention of his coach was sure to be standing. Victor kept staring at where Yakov was standing, wide eyed. Where was he? Why couldn't he see him? When had he arrived?

"Yuri! What are you doing staring at Victor? I told you to practise your step sequences didn't I? You'll never improve if you keep this attitude up." Yakov was yelling at one of the younger skaters. Victor scanned over his coach uninterestingly before his eyes rested on the lithe frame staring at him.

Oh, Yuri.

Yuri Plisetsky. The Junior gold medalist at the World's. Sometimes, Victor just forgot that he was called Yuri too. These days, the only Yuuri that was on his mind was Yuuri Katsuki.

Victor felt a bit dazed, skating across the rink slowly, he approached the edge of the rink.

Concern was evident in Mila and Georgi's voice, but Victor shook them off. Now was not the time. He needed to get some sleep, Yuuri Katsuki was haunting his normal life too.

He slipped out of the rink while Yakov was still yelling at the young skater, aware that the pair of eyes were burning holes at him.

He got back home and Makkachin pounced on him immediately.

"Hello, Makkachin." He smiled tiredly, "Sorry that I cooped you up here with me for the entire week. But I'll make it up to you somehow. I promise."

"Maybe a vacation somewhere nice." He mused and turned on his phone. He glanced at it, scrolled it some more and finally looked at the attachments and smiled, "Looks like I'll be able to fulfil this promise right now Makkachin."

His poodle barked happily as if understanding what Victor meant. The Russian laughed and ruffled his fur, "I hope you're ready for a trip to Japan, Makkachin!"

The video was called, 'Yuuri Katsuki skates to Victor Nikiforov's FS Programme Stay Close to Me'. And Victor suddenly remembered that the same person who was skating his program was the same boy that he had mistaken as a junior skater at the airport.

He still had trouble associating the boy with Yuuri Katsuki of all people.

But Yuuri Katsuki was the first person that Victor had ever felt attraction to, so he did what he had promised and flew to Japan. Even though it wasn't a phone call, it would have to suffice as an invitation.

"Yuuri Katsuki. Onsen." They told him when he arrives at Hasetsu.

Onsen means hot springs. His phone translated that much to him. Right, that was helpful.

Victor never really had much trouble with learning new languages, but Japanese baffled him. What has Yuuri Katsuki got to do with Hot Springs?

Yu-topia Katsuki was the name of the hot springs that the townspeople had been trying to steer him to. But Victor still had trouble fully comprehending what Yuuri Katsuki had to do with the hot springs apart from his name on it.

Yuuri Katsuki's family owns a hot spring, he realized when he finally enters the hostel. Victor was surprised, he had always imagined that Yuuri Katsuki would own a bar, or the ice rink that he skates in.

Yuuri Katsuki's parents are different from what he imagines them to be as well. The mother greets him sweetly and offers Victor a dip in the onsen to relax when he announced his name. The father chuckled briefly and told him he was free to stay there for as long as he liked. Victor wondered briefly if Yuuri Katsuki is adopted (he couldn't have learnt his seduction skills here), because the two proper Japanese couples are astonishingly polite and understanding of his sudden visit.

Victor was already soaking in the hot springs when he heard the ruckus going on in the main house. He heard a smattering of Japanese and a shout, then the pattering of feet hurrying towards the direction of the bath house. He wondered who that could be, maybe one of the guests?

The door opened, and Victor caught sight of Yuuri Katsuki.

That was the first time he saw Yuuri Katsuki and Victor felt like he was falling in love again. Which just wasn't possible, seeing as how Yuuri Katsuki was the one who had stolen his heart on the banquet night.

But still, Victor felt his breath leaving him when he met Yuuri's gaze again.

The next chapter is coming out as soon as I figure out how to buy all those YOI merchandise without selling my kidneys.