A/N: Sorry for the long wait but here is chapter 2! This was supposed to be a one-shot but is now a multi-chapter story! And more will be on the way!

Also, a few things were changed in the first chapter but nothing too drastic

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

Pairings: Yuuri (Yuri) Katsuki/Victor(Viktor) Nikiforov – NOTE: using spelling Victor for this story

WARNINGS: Contains BoyxBoy, Yaoi, Smut, Fluff - DON'T LIKE? DON'T READ?

NOTE: Anything in bold is in the past. Anything in italics is Yuuri's thoughts

Caught in Eros

Chapter 2: Kiss the Rain

By SunSoara

Yuuri woke to the sound of rain pounding against the windows. It was still early morning, hours away from the time they needed to get up to practice. He breathed in deeply, the room smelling of Victor and very much aware of the man flush against his back. The heat seeped into his bones, light, steady breaths tickling the hairs at the back of his neck. He sank deeper into Victor's embrace as the events of the previous night ran through his head. Yuuri blushed, burying his face in the sheets and squirming a bit. His mother had seen Victor and him having sex.

He knew at some point everyone was going to find out, they couldn't keep it hidden much longer. It wasn't like he wanted to hide what they had, he wanted to be more open with Victor in public but it was just so difficult. Before Victor, Yuuri had never been in a relationship, never knew what it felt like to go on a date or feel the need to be in another person's presence, or the feeling of being lonely when that person was not there. He had a handful of friends, Phichit, Yuuko, Nishigori, but he still never let himself open up even to them. His anxiety always made him too afraid to let anyone get close.

This was the first time he answered someone knocking on his wall, letting Victor inside where no one else had been before. He was afraid to let anyone share something that had become so precious to him in such a short time. Afraid that he would wake up and it would all be a dream. A dream where Victor would leave that wall and he would once again be alone.

He shivered a bit at the thought, Victor's arms tightened their embrace around him instinctively in his sleep. Yuuri smiled, fingers rubbing small circles in the back of the hand laying across his chest. The storm raged outside, lightning lit the room, thunder shook the skies. This reminded him of the night they first shared together.

Yuuri tried the sequence again, moving across the ballet room floor with grace. He was running through different parts of his Eros routine. It still wasn't right, he was missing something. Yuuri was running out of time to find the core of this program. Tomorrow was the Hot Springs on Ice event and his routine didn't express the same emotions that Victor showed when he performed it.

Yuuri stopped, clenching his fists and shouting into the room. He didn't want to copy Victor. He wanted his own Eros, he wanted the performance to reflect something from inside him. Emotions only he could express.

He huffed out a breath, it was late, and he had been at this for a while now. Yuuri clapped his hands together, staring at his sweat drenched reflection in the wall long mirror with determination. 'One more time.'

As Yuuri ran through the sequence once again, rain started to pour from the heavens outside and he could hear the rumblings of thunder in the distance. By the end he was gasping for breaths, chest heaving as he flopped on the floor. He draped an arm over his eyes. His performance wasn't right at all.

It took him a while before his breathing had slowed and he was able to get up from the floor. Gulping down water from the bottle he always carried with him, he used a towel to rub some of the sweat off his face. It wasn't going to do much good, he needed a shower. He smirked a little as he heard the rain coming down outside. The weather seemed to want to give him a head start on that shower. Plus, it matched his mood.

He grabbed his bag, turning off the lights and locking the door behind him. Yuuri hadn't realized it was going to rain before he left the onsen. It was going to be a long trek back home without an umbrella and only his thoughts to drown in.

As he stepped onto the walkway toward the bridge that led home, his mind wandered to Victor. Ever since the day he arrived in Hasetsu, the Russian skating legend had filled his every waking moment. They ate together, practiced together, talked together, showered together, and if Victor had it his way they would sleep together though Yuuri hadn't let that happen.

At first, Yuuri thought Victor was just a person who liked to touch a lot, but after a while, Yuuri couldn't help noticing that he was the only one Victor clung to. Victor only invaded his space, only touched him with fingers that lingered far too long to be deemed platonic.

Yet anxiety always killed that little spark that would sometime ignite in his chest whenever he was close to Victor, whenever they opened up and shared meaningful conversations. The anxiety crushed the light, reminding him that Victor was there to coach him for this season, to win the Grand Prix Final, then he would vanish.

As Yuuri's feet reached the other side of the bridge, he turned down the road leading to his home. Yuuri shook his rain drenched head trying to clear his thoughts and focus instead on the event tomorrow. If he couldn't beat Yurio, this would all be over in a day and he didn't want that to happen.

He was so lost in replaying every move of his Eros routine inside his mind that he didn't hear someone shouting his name over the rain. It wasn't until the person was right in front of his field of vision before his ears caught up.

"YUURI!"

He watched as Victor rushed to his side, the large umbrella moving to shelter him from the pounding rain. Yuuri blinked up at the taller man, confused, "Victor? What are you doing out here?"

Victor rolled his eyes, his signature smile not plastered on his face, replaced by a look of concern and tinted with annoyance, "I came to get you! You were at Minako's for so long and you didn't take an umbrella when you left. I've been texting you, why didn't you text me back?"

Yuuri shrugging his shoulders and looked away, not wanting to explain why he had turned his phone off. He couldn't voice the doubts that plagued him, the fear that tomorrow could be the last day he might ever talk to Victor or bask in the other man's presence.

Victor sighed, "You're going to get sick out here like this, soaked with rain and most likely sweat. You have to be at your best for tomorrow. Let's get you home."

Yuuri nodded before falling into step next to Victor. An arm rested across his shoulders pulling him close to Victor, making sure he was safely tucked out of the rain. He thought he heard Victor murmur something but he couldn't be sure over the sound of the storm and the drops from the sky peppering the umbrella.

His shoulders sagged with exhaustion as he set foot in the onsen. Victor shook off the umbrella in the doorway, resting it on the mat to dry as Yuuri peeled off the wet jacket. It wasn't cold inside but the air hitting his soaked skin caused him to shiver violently. Victor grabbed him by the shoulders, rubbing his hands up and down vigorously, "Time to warm you up."

Yuuri blushed, his thoughts drifting as he followed Victor through the halls and into the showers. He couldn't deny his feelings had grown for his coach over the short time they had spent together. Growing up as his idol, Yuuri knew more about Victor than anyone in his life, but now he was learning about the REAL Victor. The one behind the mask he put on for the world.

He was even more captivated by the real one and it scared him. He was afraid to open up any, his thoughts swimming with his inadequacies. The idea that he wasn't good enough haunted him, thinking any minute Victor would realize this and head straight back to Russia. Besides, tomorrow could be the end of it all once he skated his lackluster performance on the ice.

He stripped down, moving to the shower and washing away the sweat of his failed attempts at finding his Eros. He scowled, scrubbing his skin harder in a vain effort to remove the stain of his frustrations.

"Hey," Yuuri looked up to see Victor behind him in one of the onsen robes. "Ease up or you'll rub your skin off. And I kind of like your skin where it is," Victor joked, flashing one of his signature smiles and a wink.

Yuuri whipped his head away, his heart pounding in his chest, feeling heat flush his cheeks and ears. He could hear Victor step closer, the man reached around, extending his hand into his line of vision.

"Let me help with your back."

He barely gave a nod but handed the sponge to Victor. Victor said nothing as he went to work on his task and Yuuri didn't bother breaking the silence either. His body was still stiff, tense, when Victor finished. He almost turned when he heard a small sad sigh from behind him right before Victor spoke, "May I wash your hair too?"

"O-ok…" Yuuri squeaked out. Victor picked up the showerhead, wetting his hair and reaching for the shampoo bottle by his foot. Fingers threaded into his hair, slicking it back from his eyes. The long digits rubbed the liquid into his jet black locks. The tips curled into his scalp, massaging gently but firmly. Yuuri's shoulders sagged as he finally relaxed the muscles in his upper body, head lulling to the side a bit as he hummed, "Mmmmm."

Yuuri heard a breath hitch in Victor's throat, the fingers in his hair jerking to a stop then leaving his head to pick up the showerhead once again. Once the suds were completely rinsed out, fingers trailed from his head down his neck to rest briefly on his shoulder. Victor tossed a towel over his head, lightly padding his hair to get the dampness out. "I'll meet you in my room."

Yuuri stood with Victor, watching the man's retreating figure as he left the shower area. He let the towel hang over his shoulders, grabbing a different one to dry himself off with then discarded it in one of the hampers when he finished. He slipped on the pant bottoms of the robes, letting them hang low on his hips. He didn't even bother to take the robe top, deciding to walk bare chested to Victor's room while toweling off his hair more.

As he reached the room he braced himself for the dog he knew would come flying at him the moment he opened the door. Yet when he entered, he was surprised to find it empty. Yuuri thought it was odd but shrugged to no one, sitting down with a flop on the edge.

He continued to towel his hair before hearing a clattering noise in front of him. Yuuri looked up to see Victor in the doorway attempting not to drop the tray of food in his hands.

"…Yuuri…" Victor whispered.

Yuuri folded the used towel and placed it at his feet, a reminder to take it with him later, "Hey Victor, where's Makkachin?"

The words seemed to make Victor realize he was still in the door way. He gave a weak goofy grin as he entered the room. "Makka likes all the attention from the guests in the banquet room," he set the tray on the bed and Yuuri scowled down at the food. "Seems your sister likes it a lot too. She says Makka makes the guests stay and drink more."

Yuuri laughed, watching Victor cross the small space to the couch to take a seat. As his laugh trailed off, he saw Victor frown at him as the silence stretched.

"Yuuuu-ri…"

He knew the man wouldn't let it go until he ate. Yuuri sighed, picking at the food, pushing it around the plate. He chose some veggies, popping them in his mouth. They both enjoyed the companionable silence while Yuuri munched on the food and the storm still raged outside.

Yuuri stood up, placing the half-finished plate on the desk across from the couch, noticing light coming out from the half closed lid of Victor's laptop. He reached down without thinking to lift the screen, "Were you working on something while I was gone?"

His own image was reflected back at him through the video paused on the screen. It was one of the many recordings they had taken of him running through his routine of Eros.

"I was trying to determine what I can do to help bring out your Eros in your skating."

Yuuri's hands shook. There was nothing Victor could do to help him. The living legend was wasting his time coaching him. He was flawed. Yuuri didn't realize he verbalized his last thought before it already passed between his lips "I have no Eros, Victor."

He heard the padding of feet behind him, arms wrapped around him, hugging him tight from behind.

"You have the Eros inside here," Victor rested his hand over Yuuri's heart. "I know it is in there and all I want is to help you unleash it. I see little touches of it every day but you hide it behind a wall for the most part. Only letting it show when you feel comfortable, when you don't let your head overrule your heart. I see it when you get fired up, in your determination… when you look at me."

Yuuri leaned a bit into the body behind him, he felt comforted by the words even as a part of his brain whispered that it wasn't true. He shoved those harmful thoughts to the side, wanting to cherish this moment for what it really was and not let the anxiety ruin it.

"Yuuri…" Victor's breath ghosted over the shell of his ear, "Do you still not realize what you do to me ever since the first time we met?"

Hips twitched against him, the half hard bulge in Victor's pants pushed against his thigh. His whole body went ridged with shock.He started to hyperventilate. 'Was this really happening? What could Victor possibly see in him? What did he have to offer someone like Victor?'

The hands around him let him go so fast as if they had touched a searing hot pan straight out of the oven. The second they did he craved for them to return. Victor had somehow snuck his way past Yuuri's emotional wall like a ninja. It was in that moment, Yuuri realized he wanted to let Victor in, was desperate to let Victor in, to allow Victor to see and learn everything he was, and yearning for Victor to feel the same way he did.

"Ahhh…ummm…" Victor stumbled over his words backing away from Yuuri, "I guess I went too far too fast. I'm sorry." Yuuri spun around to see Victor turn his back on him, the older man's posture hunched a bit. Before his brain could even comprehend what he was doing, Yuuri lunged toward Victor grabbing fistfuls of the back of Victor's robe as he pressed his body against the other.

Yuuri felt Victor's back go ridged, heard a gasp escape his lips. "Victor… I…" and that was when his brain kicked in again. 'What was he doing? This can't be happening. There was no way Victor wanted him that way. Victor was just here to coach him until the Grand Prix Final and then he would be gone. Back to Russia and all that would be left was his broken heart, shattered into pieces like glass.'

Yuuri let out a strangled sound from the back of his throat. 'No, not this time.' This time he wouldn't let his anxiety stop him. Even if his time with Victor would be short, he would make the most out of the time he was given. A solid wonderful memory that until this very moment had only been a dream, a fantasy.

"Yuuri?"

He let his hands fall to his sides which prompted Victor to turn around, Yuuri could see a look of confusion across his face. Yuuri stared into the beautiful ocean colored eyes set in the gorgeous face before him and said one of the bravest things in his entire life. "Victor, I think I like you."

As soon as the words left his mouth, his face flushed a bright crimson. He briefly started to panic as Victor's eyes widened but then he flashed a smile at Yuuri. It wasn't one of those smiles he plastered on his face every time he was in front of a camera. This was a genuine smile, his face lighting up, eyes sparkling, filled with something Yuuri couldn't quite place.

He was tackled by a flying Victor, the man's arms firmly surrounding his shoulders. Yuuri was barely able to stay upright with Victor's weight draped all over him. He tensed due to the fear of falling but relaxed as Victor clung to him. Victor pulled back just enough to rest his forehead gently against his own, his hand reached up to cup Yuuri's cheek softly. His fingers were cold against his heated skin. Yuuri stayed still as Victor's breaths tickled his nose and lips.

It was like his lungs couldn't get enough air. He stared wide eyed into the eyes of the man before him. They were so close with their foreheads together that he could see the flecks of seafoam green spattered in the deep pools of blue. His eyes welled up, a silent tear falling down the side of his face.

Victor's thumb brushed under his eye to wipe away the streak of wetness and the next second the man's lips brushed his own. They were so incredibly soft against Yuuri's mouth, a light delicate peck, exploring but not demanding. Yuuri melted, his hands wandering to Victor's shoulders as the man continued to pepper his mouth with gentle butterfly kisses.

As Victor went in for another one, Yuuri tangled his fingers into the mass of silver hair and deepened the kiss. Victor hummed as Yuuri's tongue flicked out to lick at his bottom lip. They eventually had to pull away for air but Victor still held him close.

"Mmmmm, there is the Eros I was talking about."

Yuri blushed, looking away. He squeaked as Victor spun him around and sat him on the bed, kneeling in front of him. He squirmed a bit at the intense stare he could perceive from the corner of his eye.

"Yuuri," Victor's tone was serious, which caused him to finally look at the man on the floor. His hands were surrounded with Victor's own. "You have the power, Yuuri. Anything you aren't comfortable with, anything that is too fast, you just say the word."

Yuuri could hear the conviction in Victor's tone, a tinge of understanding coloring the edges. Although his mind still screamed all of the worries and doubts he had, Yuuri swallowed them down, nodding his head and answering with what he hoped was a steady voice, "Ok."

Victor's face lit up, eyes sparkling. He squeezed Yuuri's hands, grounding him. The man scooted in between his thighs and Yuuri sucked in a breath.

"May I touch you?" Victor asked, voice low and gravely.

Yuuri's whole body shivered, he sighed out "Yes."

Victor's hands let go of his own only to land squarely on both his knees. Fingers rubbed circles into the soft flesh right above his kneecaps. He didn't realize he had made a noise until Victor chuckled at him. He slapped his hand over his mouth, his skin reddening in embarrassment.

"So cute," Victor stood, pulling Yuuri's hands gently away from his face, "Don't hide, I want to hear everything from you. I want to know what you like, what makes you feel good, what you want me to do to you. Everything."

Yuuri squeaked as Victor leaned over him, pushing them both onto the bed. Lips met his again, Victor's tongue asking permission to deepen the kiss. He opened his mouth and immediately Victor darted in, mapping every inch of the space. Yuuri moaned as large hands wandered over his body, one caressed his pec and the other groped his thigh.

Victor pulled back only to latch onto Yuuri's neck and suck hard. He yelped, both startled and turned on. His hips lunged up involuntary into Victor and he felt the other's arousal. Victor's leg forced itself between his, the lower thigh and knee grinding into the hardening flesh below his abdomen. He cried out as his vision swam. Yuuri was having trouble getting enough breath into his lungs, his heart pounded in his chest. It felt like any moment it would leap out of him and he knew Victor had to feel how hard his heart thumped as his hands explored the left side of his chest.

Yuuri reached up tentatively, digging under the loosely tied robe Victor wore and placed his hand directly over Victor's heart. Victor sucked in a breath, his movement stilling for only a second before he continued his slow explorations. Yuuri didn't move his hand, it was placed firmly on Victor's chest and he could feel the race of the other's heart, a complete match to his own. Tears sprang to the corners of his eyes, his whole body tingled and sang, he was happy. He felt like he was floating and the only thing keeping him here was the weight of Victor above him.

He came back to reality when one of Victor's hands wandered toward his waist, fingers playing with the top of his pants. He began to breathe heavier, the anxiety he had hoped was locked away leapt straight to the front of his thoughts trying to drag him down and drown him in worries. 'Oh god, were they really going to do this? Victor obviously wanted to. He WANTED to. But he had never done anything like this before. What if he wasn't any good? What did Victor expect him to do? What would happen if he didn't live up to Victor's ideal, would he leave him? Would he laugh at him? Would he say this was all a mistake?'

"Yuuri,"

He huffed out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. Victor was looking down at him, eyes slightly worried but soft.

"I-I'm ok," Yuuri struggled out, his lungs still crying for air.

Victor's fingers danced delicately across the skin right above Yuuri's pants, "Remember you have the power Yuuri. Anything you don't want you just tell me."

Yuuri shook his head, wanting Victor to understand what was going on in his head, "It-it's not that. I…I just…," he struggled to form the words, his hand running through his hair to grip his black locks. He sucked in a strangled breath, "I-I've n-never done any of this b-before-"

Victor's lips crushed into his own, silencing him with a forceful but chaste kiss. Victor's eyes made him melt further into the bed as he pulled back, "Yuuri… let me take care of you tonight. I would like to make you feel good. May I please do that?"

Yuuri flushed, nodding and trying to block out everything but the man above him. The one who was being so kind to him, treating him like something precious, like he was needed, wanted. Even if his head screamed at him, his heart was willing to give everything he had to Victor.

Victor kissed him again before pulling gently on the front of Yuuri's pants. He was going slow, almost like he was giving Yuuri every opportunity to stop him. But Yuuri didn't, his half hard erection springing out when Victor lowered his pants far enough.

Yuuri cried out as Victor's hand wrapped softly around the base. The hand that had been tangled in his hair flew to the sheets above his head, gripping them tightly. Victor hadn't even moved on him and it felt amazing. It was entirely different from when he touched himself.

When Victor's hand glided up his dick, it felt like each touch was sending an electric current through his body. He panted as Victor stroked him lazily up and down. He was fully hard already, all the blood in his body rushing to his groin.

He bit his lip to try to stifle the moan that released from his mouth as Victor ran his thumb over the head of his penis. Victor spread the precum down his shaft making his strokes slide over his skin even easier. Yuuri squirmed beneath the man when Victor added even more pressure, twisting his wrist just the right way to stimulate his senses.

Victor pulled back, shifting his weight while still moving his hand. Yuuri looked down to try to figure out what he was doing only to see Victor kiss the tip of his penis. He groaned loudly. Victor's eyes were looking straight at him, filled with lust. The man smirked seductively up at him before taking the head of his erection into his mouth and sucking hard.

Yuri yelled loudly, his head fell back into the sheets, his eyes rolling back in his head. His hips involuntarily bucked upwards trying to feel more of the sweet, wonderful mouth of Victor Nikiforov.

He didn't have to wait long. Victor lowered himself further down, sucking and licking every inch of him. His talented tongue was putting just the right amount of pressure on the underside of his dick to cause his brain to turn to mush. All he could feel was Victor, his presence, his mouth, his hands, one still stroking the base of his shaft where his mouth couldn't reach and the other gripping his hip to keep him from bucking too hard.

Yuuri's hand not currently in a death grip on the bed sheets above his head, reached down to curl gently into the silver locks of the head bobbing between his thighs. Victor took that as his cue and started moving even faster. Yuuri's vision was blurry from the pleasure, pupils blown wide, his chest flushed with heat as his need for completion became desperate.

He knew he was close and tugged on Victor's hair trying to warn the man. All it did was make Victor hollow his cheeks and suck him harder. Yuuri let out a strangled groan, his toes curling as he released into Victor's mouth. The waves of his orgasm crashed against him over and over as Victor continued to bob his head slowly, taking everything Yuuri had and swallowing it down.

Yuuri let out a little cry, he felt tears spring to the corners of his eyes. He had never had an orgasm like that in his entire life. His body felt so light and his heart felt like it had grown wings.

Victor finally pulled off of him with a slick popping noise. He shifted back up on the bed so he was next to Yuuri. Victor had a smug, satisfied look on his face as he stared down at him. "So, how did I do?" he said confidently.

Yuuri was still too out of it to form coherent words much less sentences. Instead, he reached up, grabbing the front of Victor's robe, yanking him down to crush his lips into Victor's. He tasted himself on Victor's lips. He couldn't hold the kiss for long, his breaths still shallow. Victor curled his arm around Yuuri's chest and molded his body next to his. Through the last lingering bit of haze, Yuuri could feel Victor's cock hard and heavy against his hip.

'Oh gods, here he was relaxing after Victor took care of him but he hadn't bothered to help the other man out the whole time.' He wanted Victor to experience the same feelings that had been released inside of him. Yuuri rolled to his right, pushing Victor's shoulder and making him lay flat on his back.

"I'm sorry Victor. I wasn't thinking, let me help you with that," he reached down for the knot of Victor's robe only to have his hand grabbed by Victor's.

"It's ok, Yuuri. It will either go away or I'll go take care of it later."

Yuuri almost cried right there, he bit his lip to stop them from falling. 'Did Victor not want his touch?'

It seemed his wall was laid open for Victor because he read his face like an open book, "Ahhh that wasn't what I meant Yuuri. What I mean is that you do not have to do this if you are not ready. We can take it slow –"

"No! I want to do this!" Yuuri's eyes shinning with determination.

Victor's face softened and he let go of Yuuri's hands, "Then nothing would make me happier."

Yuuri inhaled slowly, reaching for the robe and untying the knot. Victor's chest was exposed for his eyes and his eyes alone. He was shocked when his caresses across Victor's abdomen made the man's whole body shiver.

He reached for the top of Victor's pants and froze, his hands shaking. He didn't have a clue how to do this properly. Clearly Victor knew what he was doing when he had gone down on him. Which meant that Victor probably had experience being on the receiving end as well. What if he was absolutely horrible at doing this? He closed his eyes trying to remember exactly how Victor had just made him a moaning, quivering mess but all he could remember was the waves and waves of pleasure.

"Yuuri?"

His eyes shot open and he grabbed the side of Victor's pants tugging them down harshly before he could let his brain catch up. Victor's breath hitched at the sudden, unexpected action. He was still hard as a rock and fully erect, now in full view of anyone who would have been in the room.

Yuuri licked his bottom lip at the sight, fingers gripping the now exposed porcelain skinned hip. Once again he paused, not sure where to go from here in fear of doing something wrong. Long thin fingers delicately cupped his jaw and he leaned into the touch.

"Do whatever you think will feel good. I'll talk you through anything if you need help, sound ok?"

Yuuri's eyes were wide but he nodded, his hand immediately wrapping around Victor's shaft. Victor hissed through his teeth then hummed in his throat. Yuuri tentatively moved his hand up, his fingers still a little shaky as he tried to gauge every response the body beneath him was giving off. He squeezed his fist, applying more pressure as he moved toward the head of the penis. Victor moaned, his head thrashing to the side, exposing his long, pale neck to Yuuri.

He couldn't believe he was making Victor feel like this, that he was the one with Victor's manhood firmly grasped between his fingers. It was like a switch turned on inside Yuuri. He wanted to see more, he wanted Victor to come undone with his mouth wrapped around him. Yuuri wanted to hear the man moan his name, thinking of nothing but the pleasure he was being given.

Yuuri took the head of Victor's penis into his mouth and sucked. Victor cried out, his hips bucking, not expecting the sudden sensation. A string of Russian words left his mouth and Yuuri assumed they might be cuss words but he wasn't sure. Victor's arm fell across his eyes, his breath heaving in his chest, "Damn, Yuuri."

He pulled back, licking the saliva he had left off of the tip. It tasted odd but Yuuri didn't care. Victor was his right now and he was going to do everything possible to make sure it was something Victor would never forget.

Yuuri kissed the dip between Victor's hip and leg, inhaling deeply, his nostrils filling with Victor's lavender shampoo and sex. Victor murmured under his breath in gasps as Yuuri returned to his dick, hot pants ghosting over the sensitive flesh.

Yuuri's lips incased the shaft again, taking as much as he could into his mouth. Victor's hips twitched, he could tell the other was trying to focus on not jerking too hard and making him choke. He increased the pressure of his lips, bobbing his head up and down, his saliva making it difficult for him to get the suction he wanted. Yuuri glanced up to Victor's face. He almost forgot to continue moving as he took in the flushed skin, squirming body and heaving breaths of Victor.

He wanted to send Victor over the edge, make the man loose himself to Yuuri. Hollowing his checks he sucked hard, bobbing his head as fast as he could without getting dizzy.

Victor let out a deep moan, his leg curling around Yuuri's thigh, "Otlichno"

Yuuri knew that Russian word, Victor had used it a few times in practice when Yuuri did particularly well. It meant 'Perfect'. He blushed a bit, awkwardly smiling while he still had Victor between his lips.

He hummed deep in his throat to acknowledge Victor's praise since he couldn't use in voice. Victor groaned loudly into the room, his hips jerking and he didn't even have time to warn Yuuri. The humming had been too much sensation for him, his release empting down Yuuri's throat.

It tasted bitter but Yuuri swallowed everything, his tongue swirling around to clean any mess before pulling off the now spent flesh. Victor was still trying to catch his breath but he reach down to him, arms outstretch, begging for Yuuri to join him in his embrace.

Yuuri wasted no time crawling into Victor's arms. The strong limbs embraced him in heat, Victor planting a kiss on his forehead. As the silence stretched, both enjoying the others presence, Yuuri's confidence waivered.

"Victor…d-did…was…was it ok?" he ran his fingers nervously back and forth over Victor's chest.

Victor squeezed him tighter, "Wow… Yuuri... if I didn't know better I would think that wasn't your first time," he joked.

Yuuri thumped him on the chest and he couldn't stop the smile that curled at the edges of his mouth.

Victor chucked, nuzzling his nose into the top of raven locks. They stayed wrapped in each other's embrace, limbs tangled, bodies melded together. The storm outside had died down, only faint rumbles could be heard far in the distance.

Yuuri waited, soaking in the moment of being surrounded by Victor's presence. Long after Victor fell asleep, his chest rising and falling in a slow, steady pace, Yuuri squirmed gently out of Victor's grasp.

He knew who he was skating for now.

It was Victor.

He left the room, padding silently down the hall. He needed to see Minako.

He had found his Eros.

Yuuri was pulled from his memories by a loud boom, his body jumping back into Victor, as the wall shook from the force of the thunder.

"Hmmm?" Victor stirred behind him, wrapping tighter around Yuuri.

"Shhhh, sorry. Didn't mean to wake you."

A flash of light flared into the room followed immediately by another earth shattering boom. Victor shifted his weight, nuzzling the skin behind Yuuri's ear before planning a kiss on his exposed shoulder. His voice was still foggy from sleep, "You awake because of the storm?"

"Yeah… was reminded of our first night together,"

Victor hummed in his throat, "Ahhh that wonderful, glorious night… want a repeat?" He rocked his hips playfully against Yuuri's backside.

Even though Victor couldn't see him, Yuuri rolled his eyes, "Victor."

The man's laughter tickled the back of his neck, the rumble in his chest reverberating against Yuuri's back, "I couldn't resist."

Both knew that they wouldn't mind a repeat but it was already early morning and Yuuri had only a few days left before they would be flying to compete in the Cup of China. They needed to rest while they could.

"Try to get some sleep. I want to work on your quads again today," Victor yawned, hugging Yuuri tight and sinking back into the mattress.

Yuuri focused on Victor's steady breathing, letting the memories of the past and the concerns of the future fade away as he surrounded himself in the present, finally drifting off to sleep for the last few hours before daybreak.

A/N: Ok so this chapter totally got away from me because this was not the location I had planned to end this chapter at. The flashback just wouldn't stop writing itself XD. But since this changed from a one-shot to a multi-chapter fic, I had to flesh out past events. That means expect more flashbacks as well as "present" stuff.

Otlichno = perfect in Russian? I assume that is the proper one to use in this instance? If wrong please let me know.

Hope everyone enjoyed! I have more for this story… but no promises on how fast I can update. Life (work -_-) can get in the way sometimes. Thanks for reading!

Victuuri for life!