A/N: This was an idea that came to me at 4am and refused to go away until I wrote it xD Yuri on Ice has wrecked my life and I love it!

Disclaimer: I don't own Yuri on Ice, Victor Nikiforov, Yuri Katsuki, etc.

Pairings: Yuri(Yuuri) Katsuki/Victor(Viktor) Nikiforov – NOTE: using spellings for names as Yuuri and Victor for this story

WARNINGS: Contains BoyxBoy, Yaoi, Smut – ok let's face it: this is the tiniest bit of a plot surrounded by sweet, sweet love. DON'T LIKE? DON'T READ?

Timeline: Days before the Cup of China

Caught in Eros

Chapter 1: Love Me Like You Do

By SunSoara

Yuuri moaned as he rotated his hips down onto Victor's cock. It was difficult to stay in control while he rode him like this. He still couldn't believe that the man he admired since his was a kid was here in Hasetsu. Not only in Hasetsu, but here for him, to be his coach. Not only here to be his coach, but here because he loved him. Victor Nikiforov loved him.

The thought brought tears to the corners of his eyes as he continued to undulate in Victor's lap. A soft gasp from the silver haired man brought Yuuri's thoughts back to the present. He looked down at the gorgeous man below him. Victor was a mess. Silver splayed across the white sheets, cheeks flushed a pale pink across the porcelain white skin, a small sheen of sweat making that skin sparkle like diamonds, and those eyes. Gods those eyes. Beautiful pools of deep ocean blue, lidded and filled with lust, pupils blown wide with need. He was staring at Yuuri like he was the only thing in the world. Like nothing mattered but drinking him in and watching his pleasure rise like the tide.

Yuuri whimpered at the look, rising up then down, Victor's dick twitching inside him as he pushed him back up into the heat of his body. He could do this all night, one time he had even tried to see how far his legendary stamina could take him. He rocked a little harder, pushing the shaft deeper inside him. Victor tried to stifle the moan that his action caused. Yuuri smiled down at him, keeping the slow steady pace that he had started.

Normally by this point, both Yuuri and Victor would be too far gone to notice anything that happened further than the edges of their bed. But tonight was different. Although, Yuuri riding Victor was not a new occurrence, their positions were. They were flipped 180 degrees on the bed, Victor's head resting at the foot of the bed and Yuuri, in his position, was facing the door.

For the first time, something pulled his eyes from the beautiful man beneath him and to the door in front of him, which had been shifted open. A figure was standing in the doorway. He didn't need his glasses to tell him who it was. The small stature and rounded figure could belong to only one person. The person that cared for him his entire life. His mother.

Yuuri yelped and scrambled back. Victor's cock left his body with a slick slurping sound which seemed to ring in his ears for far too long. He stumbled over Victor to rise from the bed, turning away from the woman in the doorway and grabbing his robe that was flung across the chair next to the bed.

It wasn't until his robe was half way on that Victor spoke, likely due to the sudden shock of Yuuri leaving him, "Moya lyubov?"

He turned to the voice filled with concern and fear, too stunned by the tone to not look. Victor was still lying where he had left him. However, he was now propped up on his elbows, his eyes swimming between different emotions. Fear, concern, uncertainty, doubt. "…are you ok? Did I do something wrong?"

Oh how Yuuri's heart ached to hear those words stumble out of Victor's wonderful mouth. He wanted to rush back to his side, fling his arms around his shoulders and kiss him till the man couldn't remember his own name. He was frozen in place however as his eyes flicked from Victor to the figure still in the doorway. She had said nothing so far and Yuuri was too scared to grab his glasses on the nightstand to his right. He feared the look on her face that he would be able to see clearly through those lens.

Victor must have noticed Yuuri was no longer looking at him, something else had gained his attention. He turned his head to look towards the doorway, as fast a lightning he too scrambled to his feet, grabbing his robe and fastening it as quickly as possible.

Yuuri could have never guessed what would happen next. He watched as Victor stumbled across the open space between him and his mother. The proud, bold, confident man that was Victor Nikiforov sunk to his knees in front of his mother, head bowed.

"Mrs. Katsuki, I apologize that this is the way our relationship has been brought to your attention. I admit I came here to be Yuuri's coach for more than one reason. Truth is, I want to be a part of your son's life for as long as he will have me."

Yuuri sucked in a breath. It felt like his heart was going to explode, his chest felt like it was on fire. Tears started to pool in his eyes. He watched as his mother reached out and patted the top of Victor's head.

"I'm so happy my little Yuuri has found someone to hold onto… and someone who will cherish him in return."

The happiness and shake in her voice was not lost to Yuuri as he scrambled to the bedside table to grab his glasses. He had to see to make sure his ears were not lying to him. Once his glasses were on he stared at his mother, smiling happily down at his beautiful boyfriend. Victor looked as shocked as he did but the man couldn't stop the grin that spread across his face.

"Now," the small woman placed her hands on her hips, "You hurt him and you'll have all of Hasetsu after you, got it?" she winked and smiled.

Victor stood up, tipping his upper body forward in a slight bow, hand over his heart, his face beaming like a headlight, "Yes ma'am."

She turned to go, "Oh and leave one of the do not disturb signs at end of the hall when you need some privacy."

Yuuri's face lit up like a Christmas tree. He flushed so hard he could feel the heat on his skin. She winked, "Have fun!"

Victor waved her down the hall, "Thank you Mrs. Katsuki!" he sang in his sugary sweet Russian accent.

Yuuri could hear her talking to herself as she walked away, "My little Yuuri is all grown up."

He flushed even more which he didn't think was possible. Yuuri knew Victor was gone for a minute from the room but his head was spinning so much he didn't realize when the man had returned and shut their door.

"Yuuri?"

"Hmm?" he turned to the taller man standing next to him.

Victor reached up and caressed the side of his face gently, Yuuri leaned into the touch, "I'm glad it was only your mom."

Yuuri flinched backward, "Glad it was only my mom?! Like my mom coming in on us having sex wasn't embarrassing enough?"

Victor stepped forward, invading Yuuri's space, making it hard to breath. The man leaned in, resting his forehead on Yuuri's shoulder, "I thought I had done something wrong. That I had hurt you. Gods Yuuri, you pulled away so fast I thought…I thought…"

Yuuri's breath hitched as his heart clenched from the fear in Victor's voice. He never wanted to hear that sound. He wrapped his arms around Victor, one hand gliding up to his hair, stroking the soft silver locks to sooth him. "Idiot," he breathed lovingly into his ear.

Victor's arms snaked around his waist, he could feel the slight tremble to the limbs. Yuuri held him tighter, still running his fingers through his hair. They stayed there for a while, content to be in each other's arms, once again drowning out the world so it was like only the two of them existed.

Yuuri felt Victor's lips gently kiss the soft exposed skin of his neck. He hummed, his eyes closing involuntarily. He let Victor untie the robe, caressing it off of his shoulders to pool at his feet. Once again he was completely exposed to Victor. To the world. As Victor continued to worship every inch of his exposed skin, Yuuri tried to turn his brain off, but he couldn't.

"What's occupying your mind?"

Victor knew. Victor always knew when he was in his head, when he needed to work something out or needed help. That's what made them both so good for each other. They always met the other where they needed them to be.

Yuuri rubbed circles into Victor's back and buried his nose in the crook of his neck. He inhaled deeply, drowning in Victor's scent, the smell of the ocean tinged with his citrus shampoo and sweat. His mind wouldn't stop replaying the night's event over and over in his head. He backed off, shaking his head, trying to physically remove the thoughts. His fingers loosened the knot on Victor's robe and he slipped it off the slightly taller man's shoulders. It joined his own on the floor at their feet.

His fingers traced the lines of Victor's abs across his stomach. He felt the skin shiver at his touch but the man before him didn't make a move. Sighing through his nose, he knew Victor was waiting for him. Waiting for him to release whatever was on his mind. Hands moved from chest to hips, letting them rest there. His grip tightened and Victor hissed at the pressure.

Yuuri blushed and looked away as he blurted out the words in his head, "I just didn't expect my mother to find out about us this way. Especially not this way. Now everyone will know… everyone."

Victor's breath was sucked into his lungs and it echoed as silence stretched into the room. The pause lingered before it was broken by the Russian's words, his tone deadpan, "Do you wish no one knew? Are you ashamed of us?"

Yuuri's eyes flung open, immediately locking on the sapphire spheres that were steady but slightly tinged with hurt and shouted a heartfelt, "NO!"

Victor's eyes sparkled down at him, a soft smile gracing his lips, "Then why does it bother you? What are you worried about?"

Yuuri nibbled a bit on his bottom lip, really thinking about the questions the older man just offered him. Victor waited for him to come to a conclusion, not rushing him for answers, not demanding to know why he was distant. He would let him take all the time he needed to work it out and be right there beside him when he did.

"It was just so sudden and embarrassing to have a family member see me like that," he fidgeted a bit, shuffling his feet and looking down slightly so the pools of blue weren't so blinding, "No one… no one but you has seen me like that, knows about this part of me, or should know about this part of me, of us. I want it to be ours, this side of me belongs only to you"

As the words spilled from his lips, Victor spun him to the right, the backs of his legs hitting the edge of the bed and they both tumbled into the soft sheets.

"Mine," Victor growled contently as he captured Yuuri's soft lips in a passionate kiss. Yuuri's eyes fluttered shut as he soaked in the feel of plush lips on his own.

Victor's taste was intoxicating, a mix of spice from the tea he always drank and the katsudon they had for dinner. He deepened the kiss, his tongue darting into the mouth above him, slowly pushing in and out.

Victor moaned, the reverberations causing Yuuri to gasp which only allowed Victor more access. He broke away for air, panting deep breaths. Yuuri's hands moved down the man's sides, grazing each rib. He could feel Victor's breath and heartbeat increase at his actions. Yuuri's caresses traveled even further, circling his hips before landing squarely on the sculpted ass of Victor Nikiforov.

Victor hummed and growled, his eyes lidded once again with his need, his love. His voice was husky, breathing out with want, "Continue where we left off?"

Of course Yuuri want to, his body ached for the other man's touch. He needed it like a person needed water. Yuuri had never had a partner before Victor. He had gotten himself off many times by himself, a guy has needs after all. So he knew that the lust filled euphoria of pleasure was one of the few times his brain truly shut off. He didn't have to think about anything beyond his racing heart and how he felt in that moment. With Victor is was a million times better because he could focus on giving everything he had in order to please Victor.

Yuuri shook his head at Victor's question, the older man staring at him in confusion. He gripped Victor's ass harder, pushing the man down into him, "Like this… want to do it like this…"

Victor smiled lovingly, rotating his hips over Yuuri's cock. He panted as Victor pressed their bodies together, flesh gliding across flesh. A tongue circled his nipple causing him to give a startled yelp. Victor lapped at his sensitive flesh, causing the bud to turn hard. He squirmed in the sheets, not sure if he was trying to get away from the assault to his senses or craved more. Victor's hands mapped his body, hitting every weak point he had, the points of his hips, the backs of his thighs, everywhere the man touched sent his vision reeling. His hands were in a death grip on Victor's ass, he massaged the firm plush flesh beneath his fingers. Victor's hands trailed to Yuuri's backside, fingers exploring between the two globes, his mouth sucking and nibbling harshly at the skin above his collarbone. Yuuri whined, "…ruin me, Victor…"

The silver haired man's eyes widened at the words but he clearly didn't need to be told twice. He leaned back on his shins, grabbing Yuuri's hips, resting them in his lap and settling between his thighs. Yuuri watched as he took a pillow leaning on the side of the bed and placed it underneath his lower back.

"Good?"

Yuuri nodded as Victor removed his glasses, tossing it away from them onto the bed. He felt the stretch in his hip as his right leg was hitched up on Victor's broad shoulder. His breath panted out in anticipation of what was to come. Victor sucked the smooth skin of his inner thigh causing Yuuri to whine even louder. He watched as the man above him reached over to his left, fumbling for the bottle of lube hidden in the sheets from earlier. Victor spread some on his hand before grabbing his half hard manhood and stroking it as he sat between Yuuri's legs. It was almost too much to watch, his own flagging erection coming back to life once more as he watched Victor touch himself.

"Mmmm... need you...ready, Yuuri?"

"Yes," he whispered softly into the room in response.

Victor didn't have to wait or prepare Yuuri for penetration, he was still open and willing from his earlier ride in the older man's lap. Yuuri cried out softly as Victor sank into his heat once again. He felt every brush of skin across his insides. He panted and moaned, flinging his head back into the sheets. Victor was pushing it in agonizingly slow.

He gripped the sheets tightly in his hands, knuckles turning white as he squirmed and rotated his hips up trying to feel more. More of Victor, he wanted everything the man was willing to give him. He needed it now.

"So beautiful," Victor praised him as he pushed further inside the heat surrounding him, giving Yuuri exactly what he asked for.

Yuuri jolted when he felt the head of Victor's cock gently brush across his prostate. One hand flung up to grab the arm next to him on his left. He dug his fingers in, a grip that by tomorrow may leave bruises. Victor stopped his movement forward, instead he pulled back out, leaving only the head in before pushing his way back in as slow as he could. Yuuri huffed, loving the feel of Victor moving inside him but frustrated with his partner's pace. He could feel Victor's legs and arms quivering with the effort it took not to bury himself as far as he could into Yuuri's heat.

Victor pushed in enough to once again brush his prostate. Yuuri removed his right hand's death grip on the bed sheet to place it around his hitched up leg and rest it firmly on the side of Victor's lower back, silently pleading to the silver haired man to stay right where he was.

Kisses were placed on the side of his knee as the older man thrust slowly in and out. He followed Yuuri's lead by concentrating on the current area he was in, rubbing his cock back and forth against his sensitive spot. Yuuri groaned, his breath coming out in rapid gasps as pleasure hummed through his body and pooled at his painfully hard erection. Victor was being such a tease and Yuuri loved it.

Victor kept the pace, for once his stamina and strength on display instead of Yuuri's. He didn't deviate from his position, never thrusting deeper or at a different angle. The constant brush against him, light, smooth, delicate, yet firm and precise, was wrecking Yuuri. This is exactly what he wanted, to become undone by the gorgeous man above him. He was having a hard time catching his breath, his chest heaving as the pleasure rolled over him in waves, a consistent feeling that was just enough to keep him from reaching the next level but enough to keep his body on fire.

By now, their bodies were lightly covered in a sheen of sweat. Yuuri knew his face was a mask of Victor's, eyes lidded in hazy lust, lips full as each breath panted past them, cheeks and neck flushed a pale pink from both the need and the exertion. He wanted this to last forever. Just the two of them, locked together as one, caring only about giving themselves, mind, body, and soul to the other.

"Yuuri… Yuuri…" Victor whispered out his name like a mantra over and over again, the tone of his voice conveying his love for the other.

Yuuri smiled warmly up at the man above him, before tightening his grip on man's lower back and snapping his hips up. Victor let out a groaning howl when the action caused him to sink deeper into Yuuri.

"Fuck…" Victor rarely cursed, only occurring when Yuuri managed to completely overwhelm his senses. He felt Victor lean further over him, blocking out his vision so all he could see was Victor's form. His leg was stretched further up so fingers could caress his neck, cradling the back of his head. The only warning Yuuri received was a hungry look in Victor's eyes before the man thrust forward burying himself deeply into him. Yuuri cried out in ecstasy, his back arching off the bed, his body finally filled fully with Victor's length.

His heart pounded in his chest as Victor rocked into him, tears springing to the corners of his eyes. Yuuri moaned as Victor's hips snapped forward, the room filled with the sounds of their love making.

"More… please…Vitya," Victor grunted as he thrust hard into Yuuri, his aroused state skyrocketing when Yuuri used his nickname. He pounded into Yuuri, swift, steady, and hard into his willing form. Yuuri's mind was gone, he bared his neck to Victor and the man hungrily planted sloppy kisses along the expanse of his exposed skin. Victor leaned back to gaze down at him, he let go of the back of his neck, moving the hand to his hip instead. Yuuri could feel the angle of his thrusts shift and he cried out a desperate, needy sound from the back of his throat as Victor's cock hit his prostrate straight on. Yuuri lost all control of his body, his euphoria took over and he rocked his hips up to meet every single one of Victor's descents into him.

Victor lost his control as well, rutting into Yuuri, his movements uncontrolled and erratic trying to bring them both to completion. The hand Yuuri had on Victor's lower back flew to his neglected, weeping penis and he stroked himself in as much of a rhythm as his hazy filled brain could manage.

Yuuri felt the heat pulling at his stomach. All he could feel was Victor, his body, his heat, his voice, his breathing, his love. He was the first to tumble over the edge, crying out as his dick twitched and his release shot across his chest. Yuuri saw stars, his vision swimming as he rode the wave of his orgasm. His insides clinched around Victor's cock still thrusting inside him. The man above him moaned, his hips jerking at an unrelenting pace through the tightening space. Victor arched his back, growling softly from deep in his gut as he buried himself as far as he could, releasing inside Yuuri.

Yuuri collapsed boneless as warmth spread inside him, Victor's body was still thrusting lightly as he came down from the high of his orgasm. He felt Victor's arm twitching right before he collapsed to his elbow, the weight of his body making Yuuri huff out the air from his lungs.

"…sorry…" Victor whispered in his ear.

"Don't be. That was amazing," Yuuri sighed out in contentment. Victor's smile brushed against his neck. They stayed there for a few minutes catching their breath and basking in the afterglow. Yuuri watched as Victor leaned back on still shaky legs and arms, removing his flaccid, spent flesh from between his legs. He hissed at the subtle burn, cheeks tinting a rosy color at the slick slurping noise and the feel of lube and cum trailing down his ass.

"You ok? I wasn't too rough was I?" Victor stared at him in concern, brushing a thumb under his eye.

"You were perfect…I believe I'll be feeling this tomorrow but I'm pretty sure I won't be the only one," his gaze lingered on the hand sized discoloration on Victor's bicep as he thought about the ones that probably are appearing on the man's lower back and ass.

Victor chuckled, reaching over to the side table for the towel set there in preparation. Yuuri watched his boyfriend clean himself off before gently reaching down to remove the cum splattered across his chest and the mess around his lower body.

Yuuri hummed in his throat, his whole being relaxed as he felt the other man taking care of him. Victor tossed the used towel on the floor before lifting Yuuri's hips to remove the pillow and place him back down on the bed.

He felt Victor tug on the sheet and he rolled to his side to loosen it from underneath him. The silver haired man flung the sheet over him before crawling inside and spooning right up behind Yuuri. An arm wrapped around his abdomen pulling him backwards to make sure they were perfectly flush against each other.

Yuuri's thoughts all came down to one thing that echoed in his head. 'Being a part of Victor's life was heaven.' Yuuri squeezed the hand around his stomach, his breathing slowing before he drifted into slumber, safe and secure in his Victor's arms.

A/N: AHHHH I love these two adorable goofballs! Hope everyone enjoyed! I have plans for more Yuri/Victor stories if life doesn't interfere. I hope I'll be able to write more. Thanks for reading!

Victuuri for life!