Fall For You Again
By Spunky0ne
(A YOI Holiday Ficlet)
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Chapter 1: Falling for you
A soft, contented snoring sound seeped into the quiet around the soundly sleeping Victor Nikiforov, and he shifted and opened one sleepy blue-green eye, smiling and tightening his arms around his happily dreaming fiancé, Yuuri Katsuki of Japan.
Is this real?
He had to wonder.
Because it all seems like a crazy, wonderful dream. Did I really get snared by that half undressed drunken beauty at last year's Grand Prix Final? Then, did I later see him on that viral video? Was it Victor Nikiforov who was so inspired by Yuuri's promise as a skater, his hidden talent that Celestino couldn't seem to bring out of him, that he dropped everything and left his home…traveled to a foreign country and surprised his unsuspecting Japanese blossom by undressing and submerging in hot water to wait for him? Did I really spend eight months in Japan with that cute boy and his lovely family, training him and guiding him to the Grand Prix Final?
Okay, so the dream flickers a little because he won silver instead of gold, but my Yuuri made the podium and proved what he needed to prove. And even though he planned to quit skating after the final, he changed his mind and came here with me. This is Yuuri Katsuki, the love of my life, lying beside me and looking so adorable, naked and wearing only the splashes of our semen all over him.
God, I could just die with just how adorable he is!
He paused in his thoughts, biting at his lip for a moment.
Maybe I shouldn't look at him so much. I've already troubled him for sex a bunch of times tonight, and still, I can't tell if it's real or if this is just a dream. Am I alive and in bed with Yuuri, my beautiful Japanese fiancé? Or did I just die and go to heaven…and I've been given an eternity of this, and only this? Being in bed with him and indulging in our love so many times he has to be exhausted.
Hmm, but I thought it was me who had no stamina.
Truly, Yuuri inspires me!
He took a peek down under the covers, blushing a little at the size of his reawakened member. His eyes rotated to study his fiancé's peaceful sleeping face.
I shouldn't wake him.
I'm such a slut for him!
More like his willing slave.
I should be embarrassed, being so horny for him that I want to beg for it again right now. I should be ashamed of myself. The poor thing will be too tired to skate with me in the morning.
Yes, I should let him sleep.
Victor laid back down on his pillow, curling up on Yuuri's shoulder and nuzzling under his chin as his deeply sleeping partner continued to snore way too cutely.
It's like purring.
Such a happy sound.
Being with me, being here in my bed makes Yuuri feel that way…safe, comfortable, peaceful, loved. I always want to make Yuuri feel that way. He makes me feel all of those things and more. He makes me feel endlessly hungry for him, immersed in his innocent sexuality, lured by his drunken Eros…pulled to him like a moth to a flame.
Oh man, I wish he would wake up, so I wouldn't feel bad asking for more sex. I can't believe I can even be hard after how many times? He's going to think I have no restraint.
Wait, he already knows I don't, so…that's okay, right?
If it's what he expects from me, his love-crazed fiancé, then I guess it's all right to wake him so early in the morning to ask for more sex.
He opened his mouth to ask, then stared in dismay as Yuuri's hand rose and those graceful fingers dug clumsily into Victor's messy hair, and Yuuri loosed such a happy, sleepy sigh that Victor deflated instantly.
He's too cute to wake up just to ask him for more sex, especially when I've already had so much. It's like an addiction, and I just can't stop or pace myself. We have a lifetime, right?
Or is it that I'm really afraid that, now that I'm so in love with him, that…that something will happen, that he'll leave me or…
No, stop.
Everything is fine.
Victor grinned as Yuuri's fingers burrowed deeper into his hair, and more irresistible soft snoring seeped out of his sleeping lover.
See? Everything is fine. I should ignore that monster between my legs and go to sleep. We both need to rest.
Yes…sleep.
He closed his eyes and breathed in Yuuri's warm, sweet scent.
Then, he instantly regretted it as he suffered another powerful twinge in his insatiable loins.
No!
Go-to-sleep-now!
It took some concentration and he had to bite at his lips until they hurt, but slowly his body calmed again and sleep was again possible.
At least until Yuuri rolled away from him, presenting to Victor his delectably naked backside.
God help me.
He's going to be the death of me.
It was a long time before Victor finally dropped off to sleep again.
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(Late next morning at the Saint Petersburg Ice Training Rink)
Victor turned and spun on the ice as Yakov Feltsman watched through disapproving eyes, wearing a scowl that Victor always managed to somehow bring to his face, one way or another. He made a soft growling sound as the silvery haired skater exited the spin, gathered speed, then threw his lithe body into the air, executing four turns before coming down to land on the ice again.
"That was a poor excuse for a lutz," Yakov scolded him, "You look sloppy!"
"Be nice, Yakov," Victor complained, throwing his body into another jump and landing slightly more cleanly.
"You don't pay me to be nice!" the older man snapped cantankerously, "You pay me to coach you. But if you want me to teach you anything, you need to move like a skater and not a lumbering elephant!"
"Stop that!" Victor shouted back as he lowered his body into a faster spin, "That's so mean, Yakov!"
"You are in shameful condition!" Yakov seethed as the skater exited the spin and prepared for another jump, "You run off for eight months, gorge yourself on fattening foods, drink yourself silly and you come back and hand me a fat, lazy pig instead of a professional skater."
He growled more loudly as Victor skidded to a stop and glared back at him.
"You're calling me fat?" Victor snapped angrily, "Where is it, old man? You show me one place on my body that looks fat!"
"How much weight did you gain there?" Yakov challenged him, crossing his arms, "Should we have you step on a scale, Vitya? If you didn't get fat, then you should have nothing to worry about."
"I may have gained a pound or two, but I'm not fat!" Victor argued.
"Stop running your mouth and get moving. You get fatter by the minute, standing there, arguing with me instead of training that poor excuse for a body."
"Grr!" Victor snarled in an unusual display of temper, "Stop calling me fat, old man!"
"Do you want to argue or do you want to win when you go to nationals?" Yakov goaded him.
Neither noticed that Yuuri had entered the rink and was sitting down and putting on his skates in preparation for his own training.
"Oh, I'm going to win at Nationals," Victor said angrily, "I'll make you eat those words about me being fat!"
"Heh, heh," the old man snorted, "Fat chance of that, with you being in such shameful condition."
"Shut up!" Victor steamed, turning back and gaining speed for another jump, "Don't tease me anymore, or I'm firing you right now. I don't need a goddamned nag for a coach."
"Yes, you do," Yakov huffed, "Look what having no coach did to you already. Yuri's going to make a laughingstock of you at nationals, at this rate."
"Okay, now you're just trying to piss me off."
Wow, Yuuri mused as he finished putting on his skates and moved to the rink wall to lean on it and watch, Victor was right when he said that Yakov was meaner than him when Victor started coaching me. I had Yakov as a coach for one day, and he was really bossy and insulting. He does make a lot of champion skaters, but he can be really nasty.
Still, I kind of understand.
I think Victor doesn't understand how it felt to Yakov, when he dropped everything and ran off to coach me in Japan. I think Yakov was hurt by that, and now he's scolding Victor over every little thing as a way of making him sorry for running off like that. I don't think he really means it…although I did notice that Victor seemed to gain some weight while he was coaching me. It sort of makes sense. Even though he was on the ice and working with me, he wasn't working as hard as he usually does, so it's understandable he'd gain a little weight. It's not as bad as Yakov makes it sound, but there's just enough truth to get Victor pretty mad.
Victor doesn't often lose his temper, but Yakov can make him do that.
"Run through your short program now," Yakov directed Victor.
Victor scowled, but he skated to the center of the rink and took up a ready position.
"What's up, Katsudon?" Yurio said, startling the Japanese skater and making him jump in surprise.
"Oh, hi Yurio," he greeted the younger Russian skating star, "I'm just watching the end of Victor's training."
"Huh," Yurio huffed, leaning on the rink wall at Yuuri's side, "You mean the verbal abuse? Though, Victor kind of deserves it for running off to Japan and not training hard for eight months. Of course Yakov's going to give him a hard time. Victor seriously insulted him in front of everyone by leaving like that. The old man's got his pride to think about."
"I guess," Yuuri agreed hesitantly, "but he sure isn't holding back anything. I don't know how Victor puts up with that."
Yurio gave him an evil little smirk.
"Looks like he's not handling it so well today, da?" he snickered as Victor over rotated his quad lutz and swore as Yakov yelled at him for it, "We need to make some popcorn or something. This is good payback for all the times he's given us crap, eh?"
"Um…"
"Don't waste your time feeling sorry for him," Yurio said, scowling, "Victor's a professional who acted out, and now he's getting in trouble for it. I guess he thinks you're worth it, though. You might want to keep the soothing cream handy for the rubdown he'll need later for his sore muscles. This is brutal."
"You're telling me," Yuuri sighed, "I just hope they calm down a little, before someone gets hurt."
"Don't worry about them," Yurio said, stepping onto the ice and skating towards the far end, "Just hope Victor doesn't decide to take this out on you during your training!"
I sure hope he doesn't do that, Yuuri mused, resting his chin on his hand as he continued to watch Victor skate, Hmm, his concentration is off today. Yakov must have really gotten under his skin. That doesn't usually happen, because it takes a lot to get Victor mad. But maybe he's tired this morning…and it is his first training session, now that he's back in Saint Petersburg. Maybe it'll be rough for a few days.
"Shit!" Victor hissed as he landed a triple loop instead of a quad.
He covered his ears as Yakov spouted off a litany in Russian.
"I know!" he shouted, "I know. Get off my case, old man! Everyone has bad days, even me! I'll try it again."
"Just stop right now and be sure you practice your basics after you're done with Yuuri Katsuki for the day."
Yuuri winced.
Making him do basic training is about as insulting as it gets. Victor looks really mad.
The silvery-haired skater loosed a flurry of heated Russian words that seemed to singe Yuuri's ears, even not knowing what his lover was saying.
"Temper, temper," Yurio teased, skating by his angry teammate, "You always tease me about getting mad and screwing up."
Victor hissed a word in Russian that Yuuri was sure he'd heard Yurio use before, and Yurio laughed and skated away again, executing a perfect quad toe loop.
"I'm going to kill you at nationals!" Yurio laughed.
"As if," Victor snapped softly, clenching his teeth, "I should have stayed in Japan."
He watched as Yakov turned and headed down to the other end of the rink to begin Yurio's training session.
Basic training, he scoffed inwardly, I do that, and have done that every fucking day since I started skating. I don't need basic training, and he knows it. He's just still mad that I left, and he's taking it out on me by doing that. I may have eaten too much and gotten drunk a lot in Hasetsu, but I still worked out every day, and I did my own training. I may have gained a few pounds, but he knows they'll come off quickly, now that I'm back. He's just screwing with my head to try to get me to be sorry I left.
Victor glanced at Yuuri, who gave him a sympathetic smile.
I'll show that old geezer…
"Yuuri," he said sternly, "start my music again."
"Ah, okay," Yuuri answered, glancing at Yakov, then moving to the boombox.
Victor set up at center ice again, smiling as the music began and instantly Yakov began scolding him, telling him to stop.
No way.
You want to stop me, you skate out here and tackle me. Otherwise, shut up and watch me skate, like a good coach should!
Victor felt a little pleased rush as he landed a perfect triple axel, then moved into a complicated spin. Although his mouth still scowled, Yakov stopped yelling and began to watch more closely.
"Good, Vitya," he whispered, "Now, the step sequence."
"Hey! You're supposed to be training me, not that sneaky little runaway! I thought he insulted you."
Yurio bristled as Yakov ignored him and focused on Victor, watching raptly as the silvery-haired skater executed a stunning quad flip, triple toe loop combination. He moved into a lovely sit spin, then rose up and gathered speed for his final quad.
We decided that with my lower stamina, a quad toe loop made the most sense, but…I know I can do the quad lutz, even at the end. It's the short program, not the free skate. My legs are sore from this being the first day back here training seriously, but they don't feel too tired for this.
I can…
He heard Yuuri make a sound of surprise and Yakov shouted out an objection as he set his body in position and launched himself into the air. He smiled at making the proper number of rotations, but as he came down onto the ice, his tired leg collapsed and he crashed down onto the ice, too close to the wall to stop the hard collision that followed.
Ow…that…
He didn't even finish the thought before stars flashed in front of his eyes and everything went black and silent.