Yuuri woke up alone, and in complete darkness. He groggily felt for his glasses from the bedside table and placed his glasses on his face; it did not help much. The bedside clock read 4:32 AM so he and Viktor would have to get up in a few hours anyways to catch the flight back to Japan. Or so he thought…because Viktor was not there. Yuuri made his way out of bed to turn on the rest of the lights, which not only confirmed that Viktor was not there, but all his luggage was also gone. Actually EVERYTHING was gone: the flowers, the sushi plushes, their backpacks; Yuuri was legitimately confused and slightly terrified.
"WTF is going on..." he thought.
Then the door clicked open again and Viktor walked in.
"Ah Viktor where did you-" Yuuri paused, because Viktor had a cold hard stare upon his face and his eyes were not the grey-blue he knew so well, but a flickering orange.
This was not Viktor.
As not-Viktor watched the look of realization dawn upon Yuuri's face he smirked. "Oh you don't like the form I've taken Yuuri? Tsk…too bad I guess." The figure then swiftly walked over to Yuuri and slammed him against the nearest wall. Yuuri tried to push the figure away, but Viktor had a good few inches and pounds of muscle and easy kept Yuuri pinned. "Tsk…you can't even defend yourself. You're too WEAK Yuuri; you always have been, you always will be. Poor Viktor left his pedestal to help your pathetic ass, and yet you have not won gold. Yuuri you are such a disappointment. He should have stayed in Russia, with Yuri," the figure taunted.
"LIES; you're not REAL," Yuuri screams, still struggling.
Not-Viktor leaned his face closer to Yuuri's. "Oh perhaps they are, but you made them Yuuri, not I. I am just a manifestation of your inner thoughts; I was simply reiterating these thoughts you made back to you. Or are you scaring yourself too much Yuuri." The figure than turns Yuuri around to face the other figures that had shown up. It was overwhelming and Yuuri could feel himself cracking. His parents' and Mari's disappointed stares, Christopher's mocking pitying remarks in French, Phichit's sad disapproving head shaking, JJ's laughing, Yuri's mocking and taunting.
There were so many people, and they were all judging him so hard. Yuuri was definitely cracking. He kept trying to tell himself that none of this was real, that it was all lies and that he needs to wake up. He needed to WAKE UP! Yet, he was doing this. They were not real but it was his mind, and all the insults thrown his way were born from his thoughts. He was doing this to himself; he was his own worst enemy. "This was not real. This was not REAL. It felt so REAL." When Not-Viktor fling the gold ring off his finger into Yuuri's face he finally broke.
Yuuri bolted up screaming, and fell straight off the bed and almost passed out from the shock. His throat felt so raw and he felt that he was drowning in an ocean of his tears. Yuuri, disoriented, almost hyperventilating and sobbing, was finally awake though. The physical pain grounded him, but the emotional pain was still raw. His own mind was out to destroy him, nevermind the other competitors in the rink. His own MIND. The images of his peers and Viktor were still flashing before his eyes when someone tried to lift him off the ground and back onto the bed. At the sight of silver hair and the scent of cologne hitting his nose Yuuri freaked, unsure of if he was still dreaming. He pushed the figure away and scampered his way into having his back to the window. The slight lights from outside illuminated the silver hair…and grey-blue eyes. Hurt filled, shocked, slightly narrowed grey-blue eyes, which promptly disappeared as its owner stood up to turn on a couple lights. Viktor then joined Yuuri on the hotel floor, pulling the younger's entire body into his arms as he tried to calm Yuuri down from whatever it was that scared him so badly. Yuuri let him, shrinking himself and snuggling closer to Viktor as he tried to stabilize his breathing and stop the tears. Viktor knew it was bad; Yuuri had woken up screaming before but he had never seen Yuuri as shaken as he was now. Even when Viktor was being and idiot and threatened to quit as Yuuri's coach and made him cry in a parking lot it was not this bad. Viktor had woken to Yuuri's squirming next to him, and then he started to cry. Viktor had tried to wake him up, but not too long later Yuuri had woken up and gone off the bed. Viktor was easily just as confused and terrified.
It took a few minutes but eventually Yuuri stopped gulping air and his tears slowed. "любимая, what happened?" Viktor asked gently. He was hesitant as to how much he should probe. "Take our time. Tell as little or as much as you feel is best," Viktor said, arms still wrapped tightly around Yuuri in his lap, his cheek resting on top of Yuuri's head. Yuuri was silent. All was still, but it was not so calming. It was a frigid silence, the type that set in when all was not right. "It was a bad dream," Yuuri said simply. Viktor again was hesitant and unsure as to whether to push for more. He did though; he almost wish he had not as Yuuri recalled his nightmare in vivid detail, stone-faced and indifferent. Until he got to the part about Viktor taking his ring off. He choked a little at that part understandably. Viktor felt even more helpless listening to the recollections. Yuuri reassured him that he knew they were all lies but also confessed to being unsure of how to defeat his own thoughts. Viktor thought he would break into tears too, but enough had been shed already.
*THIS IS YOUR SMUT ALERT*
Viktor helped Yuuri back to the bed and lay him down, hovering over him. And he kissed him, because it was the only way he could express himself at the moment. The sorrow, the helplessness, the love he held for Yuuri was shown through the gentle kisses he laid on the chapped lips of the younger. Yuuri began to kiss back soon enough, his arms pulling Viktor closer by his neck, fingers lacing into soft silver strands. When Viktor began grinding his hips down Yuuri responded, feeling them both harden through their boxers. Viktor moved further down, sucking at that one spot on Yuuri's neck that always made him squirm in delight, grinding down harder. Yuuri focused on the heat rising in his body, on the scent and feel of Viktor, of real Viktor and his reality. He hummed softly in pleasure, urging Viktor to keep going, and Viktor did so, pulling away briefly to fling his own t-shirt off and returning to push Yuuri's sweatshirt up. He lapped and tugged at the hardened nubs, loving how Yuuri pushed into his touch more. Giving equal treatment to both nubs Viktor proceeded to kiss a line down his chest, along the barely defined abs. He stopped briefly at Yuuri's boxers but the younger's whine let him know to keep going. Tugging both their boxers off Viktor was face to face with Yuuri's hardened length. He blew a bit of cold air at its head and Yuuri shuddered. He always loved how sensitive Yuuri was to his touch. Viktor then went down on him, wasting no more time. Viktor loved how Yuuri chanted his name whenever they made love. He held Yuuri down by the hips, sucking him off, hollowing his cheeks, moving to the head; as long as Yuuri was whining in pleasure Viktor was doing well. He only stopped when Yuuri's shuddering indicated his end was near. It was too soon. Yuuri whined a bit, but nevertheless chucked the lube they had kept in the bedside drawer at Viktor's head, which he promptly caught with a gentle smirk. "Hurry~" "As you wish my love," Viktor replied. Yuuri was so pretty like this beneath him, red cheeks, a small line of drool out of one corner of his mouth, eyes slightly closed. Yuuri was his fallen angel, and he absolutely loved to ravish him until he could no longer remember anyone but Viktor.
With that Viktor got to work, lubing his fingers up and slowly inserting the first finger. Yuuri hummed in approval, barely flinching at the stretch. Viktor latched back onto Yuuri's length as he worked one finger into two, distracting his love from any pain that came with the preparation. When Viktor finally moved to pressing against Yuuri's prostate the younger responded with the angelic moans Viktor loved so much. He worked in a third finger, still pressing and rotating around that one spot until Yuuri began to shudder again. Then Viktor stopped again. Yuuri whined and Viktor almost laughed. He moved back up to kiss Yuuri again, entangling their ring hands together. He kept kissing Yuuri as Viktor began to push in, Yuuri's face scrunching ever so slightly. He could feel the pinch but Viktor's love filled eyes and gentle kisses were doing well to make the pain tolerable. Once seated all the way in Viktor gave a deep, shuddered sigh. It had been a while, and Yuuri was tight. He waited for his signal, letting Yuuri take his time to adjust, continuing to kiss the beautiful man below him. It took a few minutes but Yuuri began to runt his hips against Viktor and the elder took it as his signal. He started gentle, with shallow thrusts, never taking his eyes off of the Yuuri. He was just so beautiful and angelic in Viktor's eyes. Yuuri soon wrapped his legs around Viktor's hips, his heels pushing into his gluts, forcing the angle to change, for Viktor to go deeper. Viktor got the message and began to build speed, thrusting with more force. Still, he never took his eyes off Yuuri. Yuuri moaned louder, Viktor loved it. Yuuri asked Viktor to go harder, deeper, and Viktor complied with Yuuri's ever whim. He wanted Yuuri to be sure that he was not dreaming, that this was real and that they were making love, that Viktor loved him and would do anything he asked of him to keep him happy. As Viktor hit his prostate again Yuuri arched off the bed, clinging to Viktor's neck with his free arm. Viktor could feel the finger nails indenting into his back but it only added to the heat and carnal nature of their love. As Yuuri clung to him and called his name over and over again Viktor did his best to whisper sweet nothings into Yuuri's ears, telling him how much Yuuri meant to him, how good he felt, how he was Viktor's everything and only, his great love, his любимая. Yuuri teared at Viktor's reassurances, believing everything said, reassuring himself that he was loved and that he loved Viktor and that they could be together and happy. Yuuri reached his end first, coming untouched on his and Viktor's chests, crying Viktor's name. Viktor would still stare in awe whenever Yuuri reached orgasm; it was a face only he would see and he was selfish. No one would ever see Yuuri like this. Only he could, Viktor Nikiforov. Yuuri was his as much as he was Yuuri's, forever.
As Yuuri came down from his high he could feel how Viktor was still hard. Viktor sat up, pulling Yuuri with him, still seated in Yuuri's heat. He continued to thrust up into Yuuri, the younger shuddering and moaning as he was still sensitive from his release. He clung to Viktor, his fingers back into the silky silver strands as Viktor pressed kisses along Yuri's jawline, up to his forehead and hairline, down his nose, both cheeks, to his lips. Viktor grabbed Yuuri's length, stroking in time to his thrusts. With one final hard thrust again Yuuri's prostrate, Viktor came, filling him with his cum. Yuuri came not even a second later at the feeling of sticky warmth filling him and Viktor's stroking. When Yuuri came down from his second high and could breathe again, he was still being held by Viktor, pressed tightly against his chest as he whispered more endearments, reassuring Yuuri that he was going to stay. And Yuuri focused on those words, even as he was lifted into the bathroom and Viktor washed them both off in the shower. The feeling of Viktor's cum running out of his butt down his legs made him blush, but it only reaffirmed their love.
Yuuri turned to Viktor in the shower, looking to the elder.
"I'm sorry."
"What ever for?" Viktor replied.
"For making you worry all the time."
Viktor stared before breaking out in a smile and pulling Yuuri into a hug under the warm stream of water. "How can I not worry for you though; you deserve so much better and yet your mind betrays you so. Do not apologize though; I love you for all you are, imperfections and all my Katsudon."
"You love me."
"Of course."
"But I'm flawed"
"So am I Yuuri"
"I don't deserve you," Yuuri stated.
"Then I don't deserve you either," Viktor replied. "You saved me Yuuri; I was so alone on the ice until you skated into my life. You inspired me to live again." Yuuri nodded. He too detected the anxiety that was already starting to creep back in.
"I love you too Viktor. Just so you don't forget."
"Of course Yuuri; I will say the same to you a thousand times if needed."
The water was soon turned off, Viktor had dressed them both again and they both made their way back to the bedroom. By now the sun was peeping through the curtains and neither felt tired enough to go back to sleep. So they cuddled together in silence for a bit longer watching the sunrise and talking about anything and everything they could think about. And the rings on their fingers seemed to glow a bit brighter with the reassurances and strengthening of their love.
When Yuri Plisetsky walked into the hotel lobby restaurant to grab some grub before they all had to leave for home, he immediately spotted Viktor and Yuuri in the back corner staring lovingly at each other as they enjoyed a quite conversation. They had their hands intertwined and each had a latte or some form of coffee in front of him. Yuri noted Yuuri's tired expression though, seeing straight through the smile plastered on his face. Yuri wanted to puke; their public affection was nauseating. And no, and most definitely was not jealous. He whirled around, lifting the cat-eared hood of his jacket over his head and set out to find Otabek.
He found Otabek at a table with Phichit and a few other junior skaters. He slid into the seat right next to Otabek, not even caring that Phichit and the juniors were freaking out and snapping photos and such. It was Phichit; he shipped anything and everything and everyone had given up long again in trying to stop him. Besides, the poor guy had come in 6th and no one was sure how he was still so happy. During the interviews he had mentioned something about an ice show? Whatever, Yuri definitely did not give a damn about Phichit. Otabek spared him a brief glance and smile before Yuri was bombarded with questions by the juniors about how he felt and what it was like to win the GPF in his senior debut and so on. Yuri entertained and answered with his somewhat haughty tone, bragging about his superiority, slightly trashing all the other competitors. Except Otabek. Otabek was cool.
As the breakfast chats wrapped up and they all had to head to the airport to catch their respective flights home, he rejoined Yakov and Lilia to catch their cab to the airport. Otabek did the same in finding his own entourage. As they parted way at the hotel entrance into different cabs, Yuri spared one last glance behind him to Otabek still talking to some fans. He caught the elder's eye; Otabek gave him a small smirk and a thumbs up, which Yuri returned. And as the cab door was shut and he stared out the window, he thought of Four Continents, where he would most definitely find Otabek again. Still, he wondered if he could see him again before then.
In a decent sized apartment in Moscow resided Georgi Popovich. He was slightly pissed off. This was supposed to be the year he represented his mother country. With Viktor gone he was sure of it. But that did not happen. He lived in Viktor's shadow for years, and when the silver-haired champion finally stepped aside, a sassy punk blonde fairy kicked him aside and took everything from him. A fifteen year old child, in his senior debut, won gold at the Grand Prix. And Georgi was forgotten, but not completely. There were several hundred articles and blogs and such scattered across the internet that mocked him. Mocked him, his hair, his performances, his outfits. Georgi felt much cheated, and slightly irritated as was, but the articles only added fuel and made the spark into a flame. He had to prove himself. He had to; he had come so far, too far to be left behind and forgotten.
*любимая (Beloved)
A/N: Hi readers. Author here. I would like to thank everyone for favorited, followed, and/or commented on this story so far. You put so much faith in me from the first chapter! Again, comments and messages and criticism are always welcome. You guys and your belief in me keep me going. I'll do my best!
