Welcome to chapter 1! I am using song titles for the chapters because I couldn't think of anything more original to be honest! This chapter's title is by Thin Lizzy

Enjoy.

Yuuri was aware that he was already late to the party, but he couldn't stop himself from pausing outside the building. He hadn't been in the company of so many skaters outside of competition before. The lights glaring through the numerous windows were bright and cycling through a rainbow of colours, highlighting the skater standing alone outside in his favourite skating outfit from his career, a navy suit like leotard underneath matching trousers with intricate swirling patterns picked out in gemstones and sequins. Yuuri took a deep breath and started to move towards the building, hoping to manage to sneak inside and join the group with as little fuss as possible.

Yuuri had been worrying about this particular event since Chris decided he had some kind of blackmail material on Yuuri that he wouldn't want anyone else to see. While Yuuri had no idea what this material might be, he wasn't going to risk it being revealed to the world. The main source of Yuuri's worry was the only other person to receive an individual postal script included in the invitation. Victor Nikiforov. The god of figure skating himself and Yuuri's long-time idol. Ever since Yuuko had introduced Yuuri to the world of skating, Victor was the one that inspired Yuuri to practice his heart out every day and to love what he did, just in the hope that they could share the ice one day.

While Yuuri's dream had just been granted to him a few months ago, at the Grand Prix Final, Yuuri had self-destructed at the news of his dog's death and been an absolute mess during his performance, leaving him in last place. The World's competition had been a slight improvement but still something that Yuuri wasn't totally happy with as his nerves got the better of him once again. While he hadn't fallen on any of his jumps this time, his landings were shaky and he had to downgrade a few of them to triples instead of quads to ensure he wasn't going to injure himself in a bad landing. This brought down the technicality score considerably and while the execution of his step sequences and general footwork was as always, practically flawless, it wasn't enough to get him a score worthy of above 5th place.

As Yuuri walked through the main double doors to the roller rink, he was hit with the sound of cheesy 90s pop and laughter from the other skaters. Yuuri sidled around the edge of the rink in order to sneakily have a look at the other skaters who attended while on his was to hire his roller blades. Most of the skaters were easily recognisable by the costumes they wore to previous competitions and it became obvious to Yuuri pretty quickly by the sheer volume of bodies on the rink that some skaters who hadn't made it to the World's final had come along anyway just to join in. Yuuri almost had to duck out of sight at one point as he caught sight of his best friend from his training back home in Detroit, Phichit Chulanont. If Phichit had seen Yuuri in that moment, his subtle entrance would have been completely ruined as his best friend would have almost certainly called him over to greet him and attract attention to them in the process.

However, in the process of trying to avoid Phichit, Yuuri manage to successfully very nearly flatten the birthday boy himself, Christophe Giacometti.

"Yuuri! I'm simultaneously glad you came but also upset that now I can't show off all the wonderful pictures that I collected from the GPF banquet." Chris wrapped Yuuri up in a hug but allowed his hand to wander a little too far south for Yuuri's liking, but after being friends for a while, he knew that this was just Chris' way and to draw attention to it would make things much worse for himself in the long run.

"Uh… hi, Chris." Yuuri managed to stammer before Chris finally released his hold on his body, but only so the older man could grab his hand and being to drag him in the direction of the main desk.

"Someday the truth will come out, I promise you that." Chris said with a small chuckle, "but for now, let's get you some skates so you can join in with the fun, maybe get you a glass or two of something to drink too." He added while dropping one eyelid to cover the bright green iris in a seductive wink.

Yuuri didn't have much choice other than to follow Chris to the desk and pick up his skates for the evening. The feeling of having skates on was not unusual for Yuuri however the feeling of gliding over carpet on the way to the rink was a slightly new feeling as the uneven surface of the ageing rugs was a lot more treacherous than anything the familiar face of the ice had thrown at him. Yuuri took Chris' hand again with a small blush covering his cheeks to keep himself upright while he got used to the roll of the wheels. As Chris took advantage of the hand in his and dragged Yuuri towards the rink once again, Yuuri grabbed a glass some something alcoholic looking from a passing table and under the scrutinizing gaze of his friend, downed the glass in one go. He was rewarded with a large grin from Chris.

The sudden smooth of the polished wooden ground of the rink itself was a relief to Yuuri as it felt like he was back in a familiar environment with the glide of the skates over the unyielding floor. As expected it didn't take long for Phichit, in his red and gold suit, to spot Yuuri and skate over to him at a breakneck pace. After a quick greeting and several selfies, the younger skater dragged Yuuri towards the centre of the rink where they began to hash out the beginning of a funny, short pairs program with the newly found liquid courage Yuuri had just added to his system.

After a short while, Yuuri began to feel a pair of eyes following him around the room and paused his antics with Phichit in order to catch his breath and have a look around. While he didn't catch anyone's eye, he did notice a flash of silver from one side of the rink as the owner of said hair turned suddenly to face an angry looking blond. However, it was of course the silver haired man that held Yuuri's gaze. This was because that hair in particular belonged to a certain idol of Yuuri's whom the mere sight of was enough to make Yuuri freeze and almost crash into Phichit.

"Woah, Yuuri! Watch where you're going!" Phichit said as he grabbed Yuuri and guided him to one side of his body to stop the two colliding. "What's got your head in a spin, huh?" Phichit glanced over in the direction that Yuuri was facing after making sure his friend was alright. "Actually, you know what? No need to answer that, it was Victor, wasn't it?" he asked with a sly grin. Yuuri nodded shallowly before grabbing Phichit's arms and turning them around so that he was facing away from his idol once more.

"Let's just skate, okay? No interruptions this time." Yuuri said in a shaky voice before taking the lead in their roughly hashed out pair skate.

Victor was aware that he was dramatically early for the party. Sadly, the young blond skater standing to his left was also aware of this fact.

"Victor, why the fuck are we here right now? Chris isn't even here yet for crying out loud." The harsh tone of the skater standing beside Victor perfectly matched the bold outfit of red and pink flame like patterns on a stark black body suit that he was wearing. He had even left his hair down, unlike during his performance, to enhance the image of someone who did not want to be sociable that evening. Victor himself was wearing the outfit from his favourite routine. A white dress shirt under a waistcoat that faded from a deep, rich fandango pink to the palest rose shade in the perfect ombre effect, detailed with black accents and gold chains.

Before Victor could answer his companion a voice floated towards the pair from somewhere inside the building.

"Au contraire little Yuri, I am in fact already here. I just had a few things to sort out in the back room." Chris spoke with a cheeky lilt in his voice which just screamed 'innuendo'. Practically everything about Chris implied a shocking amount of sexuality due to his favourite and go-to theme for his skating performances. The birthday boy had chosen his 'Intoxicated' routine outfit for the evening, a black number with an indigo sash the crisscrossed his chest and was held together with a bright silver stud. "How are my two favourite Russians doing?"

"I'm not your favourite anything." Yuri said venomously and trudged away to the other side of the large room in a sulk.

"He loves me really" Chris stage whispered to Victor with a wink, before the two of them follow Yuri towards the desk to grab some skates.

Victor was like an overexcited puppy in these kinds of situations. When he was free to let go of the titles and expectations, Victor loved nothing more than being able to be himself. As more skaters began to arrive the party really kicked off. Victor had spent quite some time conversing with skaters he knew from previous competitions as well as being introduced to some new faces who were rising in the ranks and beginning to make names for themselves. After a while, Victor noticed that Yuri had forgone the idea of socialising and instead had decided to skate in lazy circles around the buffet table outside of the rink and away from the rest of the congregation.

"Yuri, come on. Join in with the rest of the party." Victor said as he bounded over to the young skater as best he could while wearing rollerblades on uneven carpet.

"Why don't you make me." Yuri spat back. "I told Chris I was only here for the food so I am planning on keeping to that."

"Aww come on you spoilsport, maybe we could talk about a new routine for you as we skate." Victor knew this was a low blow but one that Yuri was never going to turn down. As expected, the eyes hidden behind a long blond fringe brightened at the thought but he tried to play down his excitement in order to maintain his image.

"I thought you would have forgotten about that since you seem to be becoming senile in your old age." Yuri stated with a sneer. After a few moments of silence to imply that he was thinking about Victor's offer, despite the fact the decision was made the split second the offer was given, the blond spoke again. "You know what, fine. I'll skate around with you but only to talk about a new routine. Deal?" Victor couldn't hide the smile that broke out from his face and lit up his eyes.

"Deal. Come on, let's not waste any time." Victor had already dragged Yuri halfway back to the rink by the end of his sentence and before Yuri had the chance to pull away from the demanding grip of the older skater.

Suddenly the two were back on the rink and working through idea for new step sequences and jump combinations, the rest of the party dimming into the background as they worked on their craft. After an hour had passed, the pair began to run low on fresh ideas that would surprise the audience and Victor suggested they took a break and watched their fellow competitors to see if they could inspire any new creative ideas.

Victor and Yuri leant back against one side of the half wall surrounding the rink to observe their fellow skaters. It didn't take long for Victor's eyes to be drawn to a pair near the centre of the floor. Both seemed familiar to Victor in some way but his eyes were mainly drawn to the hypnotic effect of the step sequences being executed by the older looking skater in a navy jacket with delicate sparkly details. Victor couldn't determine exactly what it was that caused his gaze to linger, but he was certainly glad he did. The two young skaters were clearly having a lot of fun performing a strange and probably not completely planned pair skate. The improvised movements of the two made Victor smile as he watched them twirl and dance together.

"Oi, what the fuck are you looking at?" Yuri said poking Victor in the side to try and get his attention. "Victor! What the fu-" Yuri followed the older man's gaze towards the centre of the rink. "What's so special about those two? They're barely even coordinated. They look like two baby deer who haven't worked out how to move their limbs yet."

Victor noticed that the man his main focus had been on had suddenly stopped concentrating and had begun to cast his gaze around the whole room as if looking for something or someone. Victor realised that he would be in the skater's line of sight very soon and quickly grabbed Yuri's arm, much to the younger's disgust, in order to turn them both away from staring. During the unplanned and abrupt movement, Victor realised this behaviour was not like him at all. What was it about this skater that made such a normally confident person turn his head away and lightly blushing?

"What the hell do you think you are doing?" Yuri exclaimed but Victor just smiled at him to feign interest before turning slightly to watch his new obsession out of the corner of his eye. He watched as the other skater grabbed the man in question to stop his movement before catching his eye suddenly. Before Victor had the time to turn away again, the younger skater's expression dropped from surprise into a cheeky smile and even dropped a wink in Victor's direction before he was turned away by his friend and was dragged away to the other side of the rink.

Well there you go, an actual chapter for you. Seeing as I already have the next chapter written up would you like a sneak peek?

"Alright my loves, how about a little bit of entertainment? I hope you all still remember the routines to go with your enticing costumes because we are going to have a little performance from you all!"

That's right, it's sexy skating time!

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