Disclaimer: I do not own Yuri on Ice and make no profit from this story.

Warnings: Some sexual pleasure.

Summary: After winning sliver, Yuuri agreed to continue to could not let go and decides to be coach and skater at the same time. The past comes back to haunt the two.

Notes: I'm taking a small break from Mate. I kept getting this idea to open up about Viktor's background. So, I decided to write this. Please tell me what you think. Thanks for reading.

Viktor stared at the happy face as Yuuri agreed to skate again. He smiled. He wanted to kiss the lips right now, but he doubted Yuuri would like it. He stood up, speaking, "Well, we need to get ready for the dinner." Yuuri groaned in annoyance and he saw the stress about last time. He chuckled as he started to pull Yuuri out of the rink. It didn't take long for a mob to attack them with flashing lights and tons of questions. He kept his arm on Yuuri's shoulder, trying to make Yuuri comfortable. Yuuri was never used to the fame like he was.

"Is it true you will be returning Viktor? What about you, Yuuri? What about a coach, Yuuri?"

Viktor smiled politely. They have not discussed everything yet. He waved off the reporters with a smile, "We are getting ready for a dinner. After winning silver and beating my record, Yuuri is tired." He waved as the flashes as he helped Yuuri through the crowd. He could see Yuuri's mind thinking. Sometimes he wished he could read his mind.

When they entered the hotel room, Viktor spoke, "What is on your mind?" Yuuri jumped, startled as he just realized they were together. He could not stop himself as he rubbed Yuuri's shoulders. He leaned his head on the shoulder, sighing, "I wish I could read your mind." He saw the cute display of Yuuri's flushed face going straight to his ears.

Yuuri stuttered, "I… I thought that tonight…tonight would be it for… for me. I… I never thought about a coach again…. Again."

Viktor hummed near the tan neck. He wanted so much at the moment, but held himself in check. Yuuri was not comfortable with this stuff. He moved, brushing his raging hold on against's Yuuri backside. He cursed in Russian when he felt Yuuri tense in his arms. He took a deep breath and pulled back. He whispered, "Sorry." He went to go take a cold shower but Yuuri's hand grabbed his. He stared at Yuuri who didn't look up from the ground and his face was beat red.

Yuuri asked softly, "Were you joking at the dinner about the rings being engagement rings?"

Viktor sighed, annoyed. It had Yuuri snap his head up. He took a step closer to Yuuri who looked ready to run. He traced the soft lips as he spoke clearly, "I have tried over and over Yuuri to show you. I want to be with you. You brought me something I lost long ago." He did not want to go back down the road of his harsh memories. He closed his eyes, trying to shut them out of his mind.

He yelped in surprise when Yuri wrapped his arms around him. He tensed for a second and relaxed the next. He sighed in relief. He whispered in longing, "I want to be with you, Yuuri. You lit something in me that can't be put out now." He had relationships before. They did not last long. The ice was his life. He had short affairs but nothing ever lit him up or meant anything to him. He wrapped his arms around Yuuri, trying hard not to scare Yuuri with his desires.

Yuuri whispered nervous, "I can help you with your problem."

Viktor could not stop his laughter. Yuuri pulled back with a glare and his face red. He ran his hands down to the firm behind. He squeezed, hearing Yuuri yelp then cover his mouth. He pulled the hand away. He knew he must be scaring the other man, but he could not contain himself. He pulled the toned body to him, feeling a need light inside of him. He sighed, "I want you, Yuuri. I want to be one, but I will not push you into it or let you think you have to please me."

Yuuri shocked him as he whispered into his ear, "No pressure here. I want to know you. I want to feel you."

Viktor could not stop himself as he spoke, "Move with me. I'll be your coach at the same time. Move with me." Yuuri gasped in his hold and held onto him. Damn, he would give up skating if it meant staying beside Yuuri.

Yuuri laughed, "How did this happen? We were ready to have some fun then a big decision."

Viktor couldn't stop his laughter either. They moved to the bed and sat down beside each other, holding onto each other's hand. Yuuri looked ready to speak but shut his mouth. Yes, he had desires, he wanted to release. He could always take a cold shower.

Yuuri glanced to him shyly at first, then a look of determination, "I want to be with you. I don't care where. Yes, I'll move in with you."

Viktor pushed Yuuri to the bed, kissing him hard and rough. Yuuri gripped his hair, tugging at it. He groaned into the kiss as he dratted his tongue inside the wet warmth. Yuuri squirmed under him and he made his hips thrust down, showing all his desire.

When the kiss broke, Yuuri was breathless, "I think we both… both have a problem now."

Viktor could feel it, but he could see the worry and fear in Yuuri. He had to remember Yuuri never had a relationship alone anything form a desire with another person. He pulled back some, offering, "We can just touch. I won't push you into sex."

Yuuri looked ready to bolt at the mention of the word of sex and spoke, "Shit."

Viktor kissed his head, waiting. He felt hands slowly run under his suit jacket. It felt hotter in the room. The touch was soft and shy. He could tell by the look in the brown eyes that Yuuri was worried about messing up. He grabbed the hand, seeing the concern return tenfold. He sighed softly with a kind smile, "Yuuri there is no right or wrong way. Touching is just learning what the other likes or dislikes."

Yuuri asked, "What about sex?"

Viktor blinked his eyes down at the man beneath him for a second. He shook his head as this man always did surprise him. He finally spoke, "There is some pain to the one receiving. We need things to help along."

Yuuri asked, "Have you ever been with a man? I mean heard about women with you, but…"

Viktor saw no more words were coming as he answered honestly, "Yes, I have been with a man before. No, I was never on the receiving end. I never felt comfortable with giving myself up like that." He could not believe they were talking about this and they were still hard. Yuuri's hand was pulling his shirt out of his pants, slowly touching his skin. He sighed as he leaned his head against Yuuri's.

Yuuri whispered as he felt the heat touching Viktor, "I know you know. I haven't been with anyone. I have touched myself of course, but I never got close to anyone to feel it."

Viktor groaned into Yuuri's ear as he ran across his nipple. That was a nice spark. He heard everything Yuuri said. He whispered into his ear with honestly, "I was never with anyone that made me feel love. Never anyone who made my heart race." He moved Yuuri's hand to his heart, both feeling the steady beat going quicker.

Yuuri surprised him again, "Let's undress."

Viktor wanted to laugh, but he saw the determination in Yuuri's beautiful eyes. He stood up, undressing. He never had a problem with his body. Yuuri on the hand needed help out of the costume. As they stood in front of each other, naked and very hard. Yuuri was not looking at him. He took off the glasses and laid them on the night stand. Yuuri was still frozen. He laid them down on the bed. He slowly slid his hand up the toned leg as he spoke seriously, "If you want to stop at any point, say it."

Yuuri whispered, "But you…"

Viktor pushed the head up to stare into the eyes, seeing the doubt. He spoke, "I have been with people, Yuuri. But you have not. I want you to be happy, pleased, and wanting this as much as I do. I will hold off if you are not…" He was shocked when Yuuri kissed him. It was messy, fast, and teeth. He took the head, slowly helped Yuuri learn to kiss. He slowly ran his tongue against the lips. It was burning himself as he had to teach this man.

When they pulled back, Yuuri spoke, "I want to feel you, Viktor."

Viktor smiled as he laid down, letting the shy man take some control. Hands slowly worked along his chest, making him burn need. Yuuri was biting his lip as he tried to figure things out. He sighed as hands went lower, his navel was beat to please him, "Yuuri." Those brown eyes looked up. His hands molded against Yuuri's heated skin.

Yuuri groaned, "Viktor."

Viktor muttered against lips as both them were touching each other, "Sorry Yuuri, I need." He flipped them over, letting Yuuri explore as he thrust him hips down. Yuuri snapped his head back, digging is nails into his hips as he thrust up. The body was beautiful. Yuuri was breathless as he continued to thrust. He felt the need coil around him. He touched all he could as Yuuri tried to keep up with him. He did feel the nails run down his back, building more passion in him. He thrust again, gaining loud shout of Japanese he did not understand. He sealed the lips as their bodies against each other. He was breathless breaking the kiss, "I can't hold much longer."

Yuuri groaned, "Viktor. Viktor. Me neither. Viktor, don't leave."

Viktor kissed the lips, "Never. Never. Never." He felt the younger man release holding onto his sweaty body. He followed with the name of his love, rolling off his lips, "Yuuri." He flopped beside Yuuri, breathing heavy. He never had a release as good as that felt. He wondered what it would be like inside Yuuri or Yuuri inside of him.

Yuuri leaned to him, laughing, "We are a mess and dinner…"

Viktor looked at Yuuri with warmth, "Let us get a shower and head over." It took them about thirty minutes to get out of the shower. Yuuri was a little daring and started to touch him all over, trying to learn his body. He walked out into the cold air, walking with Yuuri by his side. Fans rushed over. With a simple smile and pictures, they got to the party.

Chris was the first to notice them with a shout, "Yuuri lets have a pole dance!"

Everyone turned their heads and Yuuri tried to hide behind him. He wrapped his arm around Yuuri's waist, speaking, "He is not allowed to do that anymore. Remember engaged." Everyone started to whisper. Yuri was in the corner, glaring and making a gag sound.

Yuuri whispered, "Not helping."

Viktor laughed and pulled Yuuri with him. He had no care what others thought of his private life. He found what he lacked all his life. Yakov walked over and looked at them closely. He smiled at his coach.

Yakov asked, "What are the plans Vitya?"

Viktor surprised everyone, "I'm coming back and bringing Yuuri. I will coach him while I train."

Yuri stomped over, yelling, "This pig is coming with us!"

Everyone got silent. Viktor laughed, "He is my student and a challenge. He is my fiancé." There were some shouts and whistles from Chris and a few skaters. He waved at them. Yuuri stood by his side, stunned into silence.

Yuri sneered, "Whatever, old man. I'll wipe you both out."

Yakov sighed and rubbed his head, "You, Vitya are going to be the death of me. Yuuri, is this what you want? Don't let him sweet talk you."

Yuuri blushed but spoke firmly, "This is what I want."

Yakov gave him a pointed look and walked away. Viktor smiled even though he knew the look. Yuri squeezed his hand, sensing something was off. He took a deep breath and whispered, "It's nothing."

Yuri growled lowly, "Don't lie to me."

Viktor had seen that look before. He pulled Yuri to the side as he watched everyone party and drink. Some sponsors were talking to skaters. He was positive some would come over to greet them. He sighed deeply, "There are some things no one but Yakov knows about me and I rather not talk about it."

Yuri rubbed his hand gently, "I won't press, but we are partners. I am here for you."

Viktor smiled at the one who made his heart soar. He stated, "I know. Its just a past, I rather leave there." Yuri gave him a worried glance but as promised he didn't press. It was the past and he was not going back down that road. The sponsors walked over and he smiled.

"It is great to see you two together here. I would like to know if we can do some help with Yuuri's career." The young woman spoke with a smile.

Viktor could not help the chuckle as Yuuri huffed in disbelief. He spoke, "It will be a pleasure. I will be coaching him even as I make my return."

The woman nodded her head, speaking, "Send details to your coach as before."

Viktor agreed with her, "Yes, that will be prefect."

The woman turned her head to Yuuri, speaking, "You did an amazing job out there and I cannot wait to see more."

Yuuri bowed his head, speaking shyly, "I… I try my best."

Once the sponsors went away, Yuuri was a little calmer until Chris walked over. Yuuri tensed, looked ready to run from embarrassment from last year. Viktor waved with a smile, "Chris."

"Come back and remain as a coach. Damn, you do like to surprise everyone." Chris spoke with a wink at Yuuri.

Viktor laughed, "Yes, I do tend to do that." Some drinks were passing by and he took two. Yuuri looked frightened as he handed him a glass. He chuckled, "Do not worry, I will watch out for you, Yuuri."

Chris pouted, "I really wanted another pole dance."

Viktor teased, "That is only for a private show now." Yuuri spit out his drink, face completely red.

Chris laughed, "All right. All right. As I would love to hear details, I don't think Yuuri can take it."

When Chris walked away, Yuuri whispered, "Do not ever…"

Viktor wrapped his arm tighter around Yuuri, speaking, "I would never give that information out." Yuuri looked relieved and looked at him with a look like a kicked puppy. He rubbed his thumb against the waist, sighing, "I'm not mad. You are fine, Yuuri."

Yuuri looked down, sighing, "It will take me to get used to. I am not…"

Viktor lifted Yuuri's chin up to look into his brown eyes. He spoke, "I have always met you where you stand. I am not going anywhere." Yuuri wrapped his arms around him holding him close.

Yuri yelled, "No one wants to see that display, pig!"

Yuuri backed off and blushed, but he kept his arm around the waist. Viktor pulled him around, talking with fellow skaters and a few sponsors who wanted to work with him and Yuuri. Some were praising about his return to the rink. Yuuri was drinking a little more. When Yuuri went to grab the third glass, he took away. Yuuri looked at him with a glassy look. He stated, "No more for you tonight. No repeats of not remembering. Besides, we have an early flight tomorrow and announcement to your family."

Yuuri leaned against him with a whisper, "Thank you."

Viktor saw Yakov looked at him and kept staring. There was some worry in the man's eyes. He raised an eyebrow, but his coach made no acknowledgement. It was an hour before they finally got to their hotel room. He let Yuuri take another shower alone, even though he would love to be close to his lover. He packed everything they would need and be ready for tomorrow morning. He informed Yakov they were going back to Hasetsu for a bit to get everything set up. He had a lot of planning to do.

Yuuri walked out with a robe on and flopped to the pushed beds together. Viktor laid beside him, running his fingers through the wet black hair. It sounded like Yuuri was purring for him. Viktor whispered, "Get some sleep."

Yuuri grabbed his hand before he could stand up and spoke, "I want to feel you."

Viktor stared at the one who stole his heart. It was the first time Yuuri requested. He undressed and laid down. He left his boxers on just in case Yuuri needed more time. Yuuri climbed on top of him, slowly, feeling his chest. His heart was racing again. He chuckled, "You feel more when you drink."

Yuuri made a face and spoke, "It isn't drinking. I… I feel like I'm going to wake up and see this as a dream."

Viktor sighed as he stopped the hands. Yuuri looked at him. He spoke softly, "I'm real, Yuuri. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."

Yuuri whispered, "I know Yakvo was staring at us the entire night. I know I would not press, but…"

Viktor hummed, "Ah, my past. It was a rough ride, Yuuri. The ice gave me an escape. My affairs lasted for a short time, calming me down for the moment."

Yuuri asked, "What about me?"

Viktor looked with all the love he felt and spoke, "You gave me a life and love I thought I lost long ago. For a while, I did not think I needed it. Then you waltzed into my life and stood there all drunk but the look. It was a fan but more meaning. You were looking into my soul."

Yuuri asked, "What do you mean?"

Viktor explained, "Beside the dance off, the pole dance, the dancing, and beside asking me to be your coach. You said something that froze me in place. You asked me why I looked lost, lonely, and sad. No one else heard it, but I did. You touched me. No one, not even Yakvo saw it that night. You did. Then you left. When I saw the video, I saw you calling out. And I was damned if I refused to answer the call."

Yuuri stated, "You are not alone anymore."

Viktor agreed, "Yes. I know. I have you and that's all I need." Yuuri hugged him tightly as he sobbed. He ran his fingers through the hair as he whispered, "And you are not alone either. Never alone." He wrapped his arms around his lover, holding him close.

Yuuri mumbled into his ear, "Please give me time to adjust. Please."

Viktor promised, "Always Yuuri." They fell asleep with Yuuri ran his hands over him. Nothing sexual even though his body demanded it. It was nice and warm to let Yuuri explore. He held back completely as he would touch Yuuri from time to time.

He helped Yuuri into the plane. It was cramped as Yuuri refused to do first class. He told Yakvo that he would be back after he arranged everything. Yakvo kept giving him a look but said nothing. Yuri was upset for him not changing his mind about Yuuri, but he had to do what his heart wanted. The trip would take awhile and he fell asleep with his head on Yuuri shoulder.

It took a while after fans and reports stopped Yuuri to ask him questions after questions. They headed to the hot spring and was greeted with Yuuri's family. There were tears of joy about his accomplishment. He stood back, feeling a little envy, but held all emotion back. They were sitting at dinner when Toshiya pulled him aside. He gave a smile.

Toshiya stated, "I know my son is leaving without him even to tell me."

Viktor nodded his head and leaned against the wall. His smiled disappeared as he knew a conversation was coming. He only hoped this would not end badly.

Toshiya replied, "I saw the way you look at my son. I saw it the moment you came. At first, I was willing to knock you out." He held his hand up before Viktor could say a word, "It was not because you are a guy. It was because I tend to know some famous people feel the need for people and push them aside. But I stopped when Yuuri was shy but slowly opening up. Then I saw longing in you. I know. I know he loves you. He looks at you as I look at his mother. I see it in your eyes. Yet, there is haunting eyes sometimes that you try to hide behind a carefree person."

Viktor sighed, "It is the past and I would like to keep it there, no disrespect, sir."

Toshiya nodded his head in understanding and replied, "Please take care of him, Viktor. I thought for a moment he was looking up to you, but I see the rings. I see how he plays with it when he returned. He is nervous. He…"

Viktor touched Toshiya's arm, speaking, "I am meeting him where he stands. I will never push him further than that. I won't lose my heart that was frozen for too long." Toshiya looked at him with approval and they headed back inside. It seemed Yuuri announced his plans and his mother was hugging him. Viktor spoke, "We can come back and visit. I love it here. Like a second home."

By the time they made it upstairs, it was almost midnight. He went to his room, surprised to see Yuuri was following inside. Makkachin was curling up in the bed. He sat down with Yuuri jumping beside him. He waited for the man to speak.

Yuuri muttered tiredly, "I'm used to us being close."

Viktor wrapped his arm around Yuuri as they curled close. He shut his eyes, knowing a long night was ahead. Yuuri rubbed his ring finger. He asked, "Is something wrong, Yuuri?"

Yuuri sighed, "I'm nervous. I know father talked with you. Hope it wasn't bad."

Viktor ensured, "It wasn't. Him looking out for his son." He flinched as a thought entered his mind.

Yuuri asked, "What is it?"

Viktor buried his head into Yuuri's neck, muttering against the warm skin, "Memories I do not want." Yuuri held him tight, but didn't press. He opened up a little, "I didn't have a warm family, Yuuri. I didn't have support like you do. Like I said the ice became my life, my everything."

It was dark and cold. He felt him on the ice. It was his escape. He spun around and around. His hand was held out. He whispered, "Where are you?" He saw the figure. His heart started to pound in his chest. He went toward the shinning light. He kept trying to reach but he couldn't. The eyes looked at him sad and walked away.

He screamed, jumping up, "Yuuri!" His breathing was hard and fast. He couldn't calm down. He felt the world spinning out of control. He felt warmth and then the door slammed open. The lights were turned on.

Hiroko blushed and muttered, "Oh dear, I didn't mean to interrupt."

Yuuri was upset, "Mom… Mom. Look we have clothes… clothes… he had a nightmare."

Hiroko looked at us both, sighing, "Yuuri go make tea. Let's go you two."

Viktor walked out with holding Yuuri's hand. It felt so real. He thought he lost Yuuri. He thought he was going to be alone. Why all the sudden was he feeling insecure about everything? As they entered the dining hall, Hiroko ordered Yuuri to make the tea. He was numb. He tensed when he was wrapped in warm arms.

Hiroko whispered, "Shh, it's all right. You are safe, Viktor."

Viktor slowly calmed down and mumbled into the warmth, "I thought I lost Yuuri. He was there, then walked away. I wanted to grab him, but I couldn't." He wasn't sure what he was saying anymore. He was scared. He felt his body ease and untensed a little when a warm hand would slowly run through his hair.

Hiroko spoke softly, "Viktor, listen to me. He is here. He is with you. He is going with you. Shh, it's all right."

By the time, Viktor calmed down, Yuuri was by his side with tea. He gave a small smile. He apologized, "Sorry I woke people up."

Yuuri gave a smile back, "It is fine, Viktor. We are here for you."

Viktor felt warmth in him as he realized Yuuri was opening his family to him. By the look on Hiroko's face, she was welcoming him in. He drank the tea, finally calming down. He was glad he did not go into a panic attack. He got them when he was a child. Yakvo had no idea how to handle it.

Yuuri rubbed his hand, sighing, "I'm sorry."

Viktor snapped his head up confused, "Why?"

Yuuri nervously bit his lip and explained, "When we were together and you said our rings were engagement rings. I didn't take you seriously. You were mumbling in your sleep for me not to leave you. I told you before the free stake to end things. I…"

By this time, Viktor saw the tears. He wrapped his arms around Yuuri pulling him close. They had a lot to work out together. They were both in part insecure about things. He sighed, "Shh, Yuuri. We will make it."

Hiroko clapped her hands together and stated, "I thought those rings were that. You better ensure I am there."

Yuuri pulled away, blushing, "Mom, you aren't mad?"

Hiroko blinked her eyes at them, asking, "Why would I be?"

Yuuri played with his ring as he answered, "Well, since I am with a man."

Hiroko laughed, "Dear, I knew you were into men a long time ago."

Viktor tilted his head, "I thought you were into girls before I came along."

Yuuri was beat red while he muttered, "More like I can go both ways. I had a crush on a couple girls, but never was fully attracted to them. A few men caught my interest, but… well… you know."

Hiroko tilted her head like it was no concern to ask, "What about you, Viktor?"

Yuuri yelled, "Mom!"

Viktor rubbed Yuuri's hand, "It's all right." He tilted his head with a smile, "Well, you can say a find beauty in both sexes. I had some female relationships. I had a few male relationships. The male relationships were never brought up."

Hiroko sighed sadly, "Not everyone understands."

Viktor sighed, "Very true, Hiroko."

"Mom now." Hiroko stated.

Viktor blinked his eyes as all she showed was love and warmth. It hurt his chest, but nodded his head. Yuuri rubbed his hand as he drank the tea. There was wheels turning in his lover's head.

Hiroko stood up, speaking, "Well, I got a few things to do before everything opens up."

When she left, Viktor spoke, "Spill Yuri."

Yuuri pulled him away from the table, up the stairs, and into his private bedroom, speaking, "Sit."

Viktor sat down with a kind smile and patted the seat next to him. Yuuri sat next to him and held his hand tightly. Questions will turn up. He was wondering if he could answer them.

Yuuri asked, "How many relationships did you have? I heard about two."

Viktor leaned back, pulling Yuuri into his arms. He rubbed the back as he answered, "Five complete relationships. Three were women. Two were men. Most the people then did not want the famous life, so it was kept private. Four affairs out of the light. So to speak, one night stands."

"Any engagements?"

"One was close, but it fail through with my stupid affair."

"You cheated?"

"Once. Only once and swore to never do that to another partner." Viktor spoke with all the honestly he could show. Yuuri was silent. He waited and waited. He asked, "Yuuri?"

Yuuri whispered, "Trying to wrap my mind around it. You don't seem like the type to cheat." He snapped his head up, stating, "I'm not leaving."

Viktor sighed in relief and swore, "I would never do it to you. Even though it looked like I had a perfect life on cameras, I was messed up and rebel in my teenager years."

"You were thinking marriage as a teenager?"

"I thought I loved her. She was a couple years older than me. It was not the fact I cheated on her that broke it off. I confessed and swore to never do it again. It was she did not care about the affair. She wanted to continue."

"She wanted the fame. I remember her from interviews, if it was…"

"Yes, it was big news with her. I felt the deep guilt for being with someone else more than she did. I saw she did not care for me but my position. I was a little revengeful with her."

"That is right, you broke it off with her on T.V."

"What did you think of me then?"

"Well to be honest, I secretly hoped you break it off with her, though I was shocked to see you do it so publicly."

"I was very revengeful back then."

"Don't do that to me."

"Never." Viktor whispered as he slowly kissed the lips. Yuuri kissed back slowly this time. He pulled back before it got a little more. He asked, "What more information?"

Yuuri looked at him with a red face, "What about the men?"

Viktor hummed honestly, "The first one was experiencing so to speak. I also thought if in a relationship I would not foolish seek one night stands. He last maybe a month before I got bored. He did too. It seemed he was just testing the waters. If I remember right, he is married with two children."

Yuuri leaned over him, "The second one."

Viktor chuckled, "Now that one was a crazy one. I thought I found a suitable partner. I was loyal. But he wanted more and more. No talking to fans. I think it ended when he told me to give up the ice. I walked out the door. Almost became a scandal if Yakvo did not come to my saving."

Yuuri shook his head, muttering, "I thought I knew everything about you. You are different now."

Viktor replied, "I kind closed up after a while. I decided the ice was the only thing for me until you pushed yourself against me and seduced me."

Yuuri twisted his buttons, muttering without looking at him, "Can I ask you something and promise you won't get mad?"

Viktor stated, "Shoot. I'm trying to be honest here."

Yuuri still refused to look at him and asked, "Did you think about having sex with me that night?"

Viktor groaned, "Oh hell yes, but I held back with all the control I could have."

Yuuri asked, "What stopped you?"

Viktor chuckled and lifted Yuuri's chin to look into his eyes, "You were drunk. I never thought you would forget, but somewhere deep inside I wanted to be with you with you feeling every thing I did."

Yuuri teased, "Think you are that good."

"Never any complaints." Viktor replied with a wink. Yuuri and him started to laugh. After they settled down, he asked, "Did you have anyone well thought about?"

Yuuri confessed, "I had a crush on Yuko when we were younger, but never thoughts on it. I got over the crush once I saw her looking at Takeshi. There was a guy before I went to college, but I was too shy to even talk with him. I just let my mind go of it when I started to skate. Decided it wasn't for me."

Viktor ran his hand under Yuuri's shirt, "And now?"

Yuuri refused to look at him again and his face was getting red, "Well, my body sure the hell was reacting to you. I didn't notice you were trying. I just thought it was you and I was scared to try to do something."

Viktor teased, "Touch yourself about me?" Yuuri shook his head, mumbling about cold showers. Viktor could tell Yuuri was getting uncomfortable as he felt the muscles against his fingers tense. He sighed, "Meet you where you stand."

Yuuri snapped his head up, smiling, "I know. I was trying to read information about it while you were asleep on the plane."

Viktor removed his hand, "And?"

Yuuri nervously bit his lip, "Kind of scary and embarrassing. I did not read everything. It says it can be painful."

Viktor hummed, "It can if you do not have the right partner. I was never on the receiving end but once I realize I had interest on men, I would study it." Yuuri nodded his head in concern. He lifted the chin, stating, "There is some pain. I know that. I also know how to try to get relax to enjoy it. Besides, as badly as I want it, I would never rush into it."

Yuuri kissed him softly as he sighed, "Thank you. I'm just worried I'll be no good for you."

Viktor groaned, "Oh god, Yuuri, I have been dying these past months wanting you."

Yuuri asked, "Did you well ever…"

Viktor sighed, "Took cold showers too. Thought I would wait for you." Yuuri climbed on top of him, leaning forward. Before anything could happen, the door slammed open and Mira was standing there shocked. Yuuri jumped off of him so fast that he thought his fiancé would faint. He could not wait until going home: private.

Mira laughed, "Oh my god. Yuuri, Viktor's phone is blaring every two seconds. I see why you two didn't hear it."

As she left laughing, Viktor stood up. Yuuri had a look of horror on his face. He spoke, "Will be so much better at my house." He walked down the hall, hearing Yuuri running with him. When his hand was grabbed, he stepped into his room. His phone was going off again. He answered, "Hello."

"DO YOU NOT KNOW HOW TO ANSWER!" Yakvo's voice screamed.

Viktor pulled the phone from his ear for a second. He answered with laughter, "I was speaking to Yuuri and did not know my phone was ringing."

[You better not be using him, Vitya.] Yakvo spoke in Russian.

Yuuri was petting Makkachin who was barking and rolling on his back. Viktor replied back in his native tongue, [He is the one, Yakvo. He is my love.] Yuuri looked at him for a second, realizing he was speaking Russian.

Yakvo replied, [You need to come home as soon as possible.]

Victor asked, [Why?]