Hi! My name is Yuuri Katsuki. I'm a JSF certified skater and GPF medalist, and my life doesn't make any sense! For 23 years I never bothered putting any effort into dating or girls or boys except pining after my idol, Viktor Nikiforov, and my friend Yuko when I was younger. In fact, I kind of actively worked to push people away, or so Phichit tells me. Oops.
But then, one fateful day, I skated Viktor's famous free program, Stay Close to Me. Yuko's troublemaking triplets filmed it and snuck it onto the internet. I almost died when Nishigori told me. But then, the next day - no, seriously, the next day, I have no idea how he pulled it off - Viktor Nikiforov, five time GPF and Worlds gold medalist, showed up at my home butt naked.
I almost died again.
He told me (after 8 months together) that I seduced him in a drunken haze at the previous GPF banquet. Apparently drunk me is an excellent stripper...I still get nauseous thinking about it, so I did my best to repress it. I also wish Chris would stop thinking about it. The story is pretty famous now, but the important thing is that we eventually got engaged. Engaged to the man I have about a dozen posters of, and who was effectively the reason I even discovered I liked guys to begin with.
I seriously look at my ring and my medals and my coach almost every night and wait for the dream to end. When it doesn't, I...well, let's just say I'm pretty emotional.
Anyway, as surprising as Viktor's feelings were to me, pretty much everyone else saw it coming. What no one could have figured out is that Viktor wasn't the only person I seduced at the GPF (Chris doesn't count, he can be seduced by a stiff breeze). I don't think anyone would have imagined I, quiet, awkward person that I am, would so enthrall the two most beautiful Russians in the men's skating world. Especially considering I'm just some awkward Japanese guy who can barely land a jump.
So, somehow, this totally average looking 20-something dime-a-dozen Japanese figure skater who considers katsudon the most erotic part of his life, has ended up in two independent, committed relationships with two ridiculously hot gentlemen.
Yeah, I don't get it either. It honestly keeps me up at night. At least until Viktor does that thing where he nuzzles right into space between my head and my neck. That knocks me right out.
You may be wondering how our thing works. It's pretty simple really, but I guess it's not for everyone. So...imagine being in a committed relationship with someone. Then imagine you are also in a committed relationship with someone else, and both of them are really good friends (even if one of them likes to pretend they aren't). Sometimes in these situations, all three people are in one big relationship together. Viktor and Yurio don't feel that way about each other, though. That being said, they do still cuddle together sometimes, usually around or on top of me. There's just no sexual or romantic component to their love.
Like I said, simple!
There are some kinks. For example, the two of them frequently engage in some pretty ridiculous one-upsmanship. For Viktor, it's a cute game, but Yurio...takes it very seriously sometimes.
Once I was sitting down to dinner and Yurio sat down next to me, got tangled up in my arm, and stole my food right before I could get it to my mouth like an actual kitten. It was really cute, actually...but Viktor saw, and after gushing over how cute it was, he came over and asked if he could have a taste. I offered him some, but then he just kissed me, long and hard, passionately enough that I sorta forgot what was happening, and licked his lips. That's...what his kisses are usually like, actually, but I digress. Yurio, suddenly determined, took the bite of food I'd held up for Viktor and started to slowly and seductively eat it off the chopsticks. He was looking me dead in the eyes the whole time. That, of course, lead to Viktor taking the food away entirely and starting to suck the sauce off of my fingers, and, well, it was a while before I managed to get back to dinner.
Am I a bad person if i kind of love it? Because I do. I love it a lot.
Yuri and I still haven't gotten to the...intimate stage of our relationship yet, and we've only just started kissing. Yurio is a pretty amazing kisser, and an unsurprisingly aggressive one at that. I usually end up with at least one swollen lip when we get into it. He needed some instruction though. Our first kiss started with him basically trying to eat my face. He proved to be a quick study, and I think he asked Viktor for tips because they have the exact same tongue technique. Viktor is more experienced with it, but Yuri is more...agile. And softer.
I really love it. It's amazing having two people that I have so much in common with. I can't really play video games with Viktor, for example, but Yurio loves playing with me. Viktor likes to take me out to sight see or try out fun and sometimes terrifying new things. Yurio usually doesn't join us (he generally hates everyone but us, Otabek, and his skating team) but he's always there when we get back. Both of them are extremely affectionate, and in complementary ways, too. We all coexist pretty perfectly. It's only been two months, though, so maybe it's too early to tell.
Anyway, Yurio apparently negotiated some kind of deal with Viktor to get a day alone with me. I resented being left out of it a little at first, but I was happy to see them getting so well, and especially happy to see how happy Yurio was with our relationship as a whole. Also, both of us snuggling on Viktor was pretty great. We kissed right on his chest and he just kind of stroked our hair and let us have a moment. He was really happy we had our first kiss.
Did I mention how amazing they are? I'm waiting for the dream to end again. I don't know what I'll do if it does.
The morning of our day together, Yurio woke me up with an incredible kiss. It had been less than week since our first, and he had come so far already. It was hot and heavy, even so early in the morning, and for once I woke right up.
"You're more alert than you usually are in the mornings, katsudon," Yurio teased. He sat up and let the sheets slide off him. Though barely visible in the dimly lit room, his hair and skin almost gleamed.
Unable to resist and unwilling to let him leave the bed, I threw my arms around his tiny waist, resting my head on his shoulder, breathing in his scent. He still smelled kind of like his cat, whom I had come to love dearly despite my general aversion to its kind. I let my hands wander a bit. "Well, I had a really nice wake up call."
Yuri sighed quietly and leaned into me for a moment, but shook his head and wriggled free. "Enough cuddling, katsudon," he grumbled, though I'm not sure if I really believed that. "We've got a whole day together. I want to make the best of it."
"That's right, it's sunday," I said with a noisy yawn. "I gotta say, it has definitely been a while since we had some alone time. Not counting when Viktor gets up super early and we get to stay in bed while he makes breakfast."
"Yeah, well, I'm gonna keep you busy today, katsudon, so be ready," Yurio said, sounding confident as he slid a shirt over his head.
The image of Yurio on top of me, hovering just above my face and wiggling his hips into my groin overcame me. I choked out a laugh. "That sounds...kind of scary, but in a way that gets me weirdly excited."
Yurio, caught in the middle of sliding pants over his adorable (and tight) tiger stripe briefs, nearly crashed into wall. "Not like that, perv! I just have a lot of stuff planned, okay?!"
"No no no no no no!" I lied, flailing pathetically. "I wasn't thinking that, I swear!"
"Bullshit," Yuri muttered. He had his pants on correctly now, and I found myself missing the sight of his nearly naked body. How could he possibly be so delicate and so strong, so loving and so aggressive, all at once? "Get dressed already, katsudon. Bring your practice clothes and your skates, alright?"
"We get a day together during off-season and you want to practice more?" I grumbled, stretching and trying to wake myself up properly. Not sure why I was surprised. That seemed like exactly the kind of think Yurio would want to do on a vacation.
"No, stupid katsudon," Yuri snapped. He didn't sound angry though. In fact, he seemed nervous for some reason."I just want to mess around on the ice a little bit. Viktor said you did that a lot at Ice Castle and I...well I've never really had fun skating. I wanted to try it."
It was upsetting to hear, though I understood the sentiment. "I'm not surprised to hear you always take it so seriously," I said, doing my best to sound comforting. I brushed past him and peeked out into the (mercifully empty) hall. I also made sure to stick my butt towards Yurio as obviously as possible. I'm not confident in much, but even I know I have a nice ass. "I'll get dressed in my room. Meet you out front?"
Yurio nodded, and I slipped down the hall into my room. I stumbled around for the light...and came face to face with all of my once-hidden Viktor posters, and the man himself lounging on my bed as seductively as possible.
I was definitely going to die this time. An aneurysm before I hit 30 right here in my own bedroom. Why did he have to dig out the posters?!
"Good morning Yuuri," he crooned, leering at me with eyes full of mischief. "You should have told me you had all these lovely posters. I'd love to have some of them back in Russia."
"Okay great then I'll take them down and pack them away right now," I babbled nigh-incoherently. I tore them down in a blind panic (again) as Viktor laughed.
"It's nothing to be ashamed of, Yuuri," Viktor teased. That really wasn't helping. "I already knew you were a fan of mine."
Yeah, well, if you knew what I did looking at these posters from the ages of twelve to twenty-two, you wouldn't be laughing. Actually...yes, yes you would. Then you would text Chris about it and I would finally keel over in shame. "What are you even doing in here?" I demanded, still blushing all the way to my ears as I lay the posters on my desk.
Viktor slowly rose from the bed, shirtless and in some undoubtedly expensive pajama bottoms. He walked over and kissed my forehead, pulling me into a warm embrace. My fear and frustration melted away like butter. "Yurio wanted the day just for you two, so I got up a little early and came to sleep in here. That way you boys could wake up together."
"You're being so utterly sweet about this," I mumbled into his chest.
"He's still so young, I figure he needs some time to work this out. No harm in indulging him here and there. Besides," he said, and I swear I heard him smirk. "You two are just so adorable together. I have half a mind to tail the two of you and watch everything, but we made a deal."
I rolled my eyes and kissed away the smirk. For a moment, I wondered if he could taste Yurio on my lips. "Well, I need to get dressed, or Yurio's gonna get frustrated."
"Don't let me stop you," Viktor said as he sat down in my chair, clearly intending to watch. I couldn't help but smile. This was what I had fallen in love with, after all. I got dressed as erotically as I could manage (so not very) and gave him a quick kiss as I headed out the door.
I was late, of course. Yurio fumed for a bit and practically dragged me outside. Suddenly it became a race to Ice Castle, which I won handily. Yurio acted like it had been close, but I knew better.
I knocked on the still-locked door of the rink, knowing Yuko would be inside setting up. She came pretty quickly and let us in with a good morning smile. "Hey boys! You want to get in an early skate?"
"Yeah, it was Yurio's idea-"
Yurio pushed past me, almost shaking with anticipation for some reason. "Just let us in already!"
"Aw, you're taller than me now!" Yuko fawned, pulling him into the most motherly hug possible. "You'll be taller than Yuuri soon too, I bet."
He squirmed away and practically bolted to the changing room. I offered an apologetic shrug and followed. Yuko seemed to understand, but given how unruly the triplets could be, I'm sure Yurio was easier to handle even at his brattiest.
After I pulled my favorite red training shirt over my head, I noticed Yurio trying to hide a CD case while he thought I couldn't see. I didn't know he brought music, let alone something secret. We laced up our skates together and he couldn't resist throwing his arms around me in a trademark aggressive hug.
"You look good in red," he whispered directly into my ear. I could tell from his tome that if anyone else heard it, they were doomed.
"Well, you look beautiful in black," I mumbled back. He grumbled at me and pushed away, trying to beat me out to the rink. I made no effort to rush.
Once I made it to the rink, I spotted Yurio scanning the room in a rush. He was probably looking for the stereo. I started to walk towards it, but then he noticed it himself and sent me careening into the wall as he barreled past.
It wasn't the first time I'd slammed into this wall. I rubbed the ache out of my shoulder and walked over to a furiously blushing Yurio standing nearby. "What was all that about?"
"I want to show you something," Yuri said quietly, not making eye contact. "I'll tell you when to start the music. Or...maybe you'll know when you see it. Don't peek at the label, okay?"
"Okay," I said, confused. With mounting curiosity, I watched Yurio take off his guards and skate out to the center of the rink.
And then he struck a pose I was so familiar with I could do it in my sleep. Eros. He'd been practicing Eros for me.
I didn't even realize I had frozen up until Yurio shouted "Come on, start it already, katsudon!"
I flailed in the general direction of the play button until the music began. Yuri spun around into the opening moves, looking directly at me with a look so smoldering I thought the ice might melt the same way my legs did. I heard a squeak from somewhere behind me and dismissed it out of hand. No way was I taking my eyes off this.
The routine began, familiar but all-new at the same time. Yurio's movements were erotic yet tender, tempered by memories of his own routine. I could feel a year of pain and unrequited affections in every movement, but also the ecstasy of release he felt from finally being with me. It was more beautiful than I'd ever seen it, from myself or from Viktor.
He moved his hips seductively even as his face was serene as beautiful, his step sequence was as smooth and graceful as it was deeply arousing. My body agreed, apparently. The familiar movements of his hips recalled the way he liked to tease me, and I imagined his face hovering just above mine again, his beautiful, soft hair cascading around us and creating a curtain that drew us together, alone, peaceful, him moments away from ravaging me without mercy.
This song still brought out my inner party-stripper. I wanted to tackle him to the ice and have my way with him, but I fought it back, knowing he might not be ready for a long time.
It wasn't often Yurio could lose himself in a performance like this. The only other time I had seen it was during his programs at the Barcelona GPF, before the growth spurt complicated his movements. There was no trace of those issues in this performance until the very last jump, where he overbalanced. Still, who could blame him? It was a friendly practice session between two lovers and he was giving it his all, raising his arms into the jumps like he was going for a perfect score. He might not have broken his record with this performance, but he might have broken my own personal best for Eros.
It was over all too quickly. Yurio stood on the ice holding himself tenderly. I shook myself out of the lustful haze and finally noticed Yuko, speechless and drooling, on the floor behind me. I wanted to help but I had a job to do. I stumbled over to the gate, weak-kneed, and practically kicked my guards off, not even caring where they ended up. I was skating at high speed as Yurio turned around as I slammed into him, face first, catching him off guard and sending him to the ice. I protected the back of his head and made sure not to crush him as I lost myself in the sweet taste of his soft, almost innocent lips.
In just a couple of weeks he had gone from a sloppy, inexperienced but passionate (and aggressive) kisser to a calm, erotic, still passionate (and aggressive) kisser. Tat was how he approached every situation: throwing himself at it and practicing again and again until he was the best. He wasn't up to Viktor's nigh-professional skill yet but I loved that he was unique and...well, like I said before, aggressive.
Kneeling over him, I let all the passion I had felt wash over both of us, getting sweet revenge for every second of beautiful torment he had inflicted on me since our first night together. His teeth dug into my bottom lip just enough to avoid drawing blood. I felt his fingers digging into my shoulders as a breathless moan escaped his lips. I let him have a moment as I stared into the beautiful eyes I had fallen for so quickly, my heart still pounding from Eros.
"Just so you know, katsudon," Yuri panted, straining to recapture his stolen breath, "This was pretty much exactly what I'd planned for our first kiss."
"I'd say I'm sorry I ruined it again, but I'm still not. That was so amazing, Yuri." The look in his eyes was so far beyond adorable I dove back in for another taste, quietly nibbling my way along his soft jawline. Unbidden, memories of my first eros came to mind and I couldn't help but chuckle. "It's funny, but, you know what I thought when I saw Viktor skate Eros the first time?"
"I'm sure it was pathetic," he mumbled, not inaccurately. "But can you tell me off the ice? I'm literally freezing to the rink."
Oh crap. I scurried back onto my feet in a blind panic. "Oh! Sorry, so sorry! I didn't even think about the ice, I just...I really wanted...I'm sorry!"
Yurio screeched to halt at the barrier. "Oh god, she watched, didn't she?"
Oh yeah. Yuko. "I'm not sure when she showed up. I barely even remember her shrieking. That's how into your performance I was."
Yurio went bright red, a stark contrast with his pale skin. He stumbled through the gate. "Well, now you know how I felt when I watched you skate in China. I was so distracted I ended up sucking air through a straw for two minutes instead of juice..."
Really? I tried to see him in the break room at St. Petersburg drooling over me, but my brain pulled up a 404. "I never imagined I could have that effect on you," I said as I hauled an unsteady Yuko back into reality. "Anyway, back then...yeah, I guess it was pretty pathetic, but all I could think was that the eros was so overwhelming I thought I could get pregnant."
Yurio practically exploded into uncontrollable laughter. I felt my face, neck, and even my ears burning. Why did I tell him that? Why did I tell him anything, ever!
"Yurio, that was so beautiful," Yuko mumbled. He didn't seem to hear her.
"So, katsudon," Yurio said, smirking at me with a few drops of leftover eros. "Did I knock you up?"
Never again. Never, ever trusting him again. Still...he kinda did. "I know Viktor probably didn't have the extended amount of time to practice that you did, but you definitely out-erosed him. So...yeah, I guess you did."
A fiendish look crossed his face. Never, ever, EVER again, Yurio. "In that case, we may have another Onsen on Ice after all. This time, you can be the judge. What does the winner get, katsudon?"
My face heated to an impossible degree. "I-I guess that's up to you guys..."
"Oh, I know what I want," Yuri growled. The next thing I knew my back was against the wall. I felt Yurio's legs wrap tightly around me and I grabbed his waist instinctively. I could feel his excitement, taste a little blood as he dug into my lips. I didn't even care. My other hand was running through his hair as I fought back with equal passion. I don't know if he even remembered poor Yuko was there (she was probably still out of it anyway), but if he did it was less important than his needs.
The passion. That's my favorite thing about Yurio. About both of them, but where Viktor was tender, affectionate, and loving, Yurio was bestial, vicious, though his every action still dripped with love and want.
I didn't want him to stop. But I felt like I had to one-up him, somehow. He finally dropped to the floor, leaning against me. "Let me see if I can return the favor, then," I said, attempting to match his mischievous expression though my face still burned. "You borrowed that from Viktor, right? It should have Agape as well."
"What, you think you can do my program justice on a whim? I worked on Eros for weeks," Yuri said, sounding defiant, almost petulant.
"I guess we'll see. Hit play when I'm in position...kitten." I watched with immense pleasure as he shuddered. I thought the pet name was embarrassing, but it always had such an effect on him.
I skated out to the center of the rink. I looked down at the ice, hands at my side, and cleared my head of everything but my feelings for Viktor and Yurio. I didn't hear he music start, but it didn't matter. I was already gone.
My head was empty, my heart full of love. I threw myself into the step sequence with reckless abandon, knowing that Yurio would be there to take care of me. I let my body carry me through the piece as I imagined Yurio's record-shattering performance, the way he completely lost himself to it.
The only thought I dared to cling to other than the program was the stubborn desire to outperform Yurio with the final jump. It wasn't just competitiveness, but a way to show my love for him the same way I did for Viktor. I don't remember much of the program, just the way I felt during it. I came to a stop, hands raised towards the ceiling.
The first thing I heard was a choked sob. I hoped it was Yurio, but no, Yuko had returned to the world of the living only to be emotionally compromised again. "You both just skate so beautifully!" She sobbed.
"How was it?" I asked, probably sounding pathetic.
"It was alright, I guess," he mumbled. My disappointment must have been really visible because I saw a brief flash of panic behind his red, puffy eyes. "Okay, okay, it was amazing. Whatever. Don't let it get to your head, katsudon."
"I love how you can be so affectionate and then switch it right back off," I said. It came out sarcastically, but I kind of meant it. "How was it, really?"
Yuri pouted. Suddenly I realized that his eyes weren't that bloodshot after he did Eros. "It was...beautiful. I can't really think of any other way to say it. Just...know I'll be thinking about it for a long time."
He cried. Honest to god cried. He'd only done that before after his exhausting free skate in Barcelona, as far as I know. For Yurio to submit to any feeling other than love or anger was...not unheard of, but rare.
Now that I think of it, both of them are pretty terrible at expressing their sadness, and here I am crying every time a dog dies in a movie. Maybe it's a Russian thing.
"It probably wasn't half as good as yours," I said, somewhat apologetic. "The way you danced so erotically but with those elements of agape, plain as day...I don't think I could ever do that. So delicate and vulnerable, but sensual and confident."
A brief moment of surprise flashed across his face for some reason, but he recovered quickly. I made a mental note to ask about it later. "Yeah, I practiced it with Viktor for a while. It was hard work but...definitely worth it."
"I'll say," I smiled and led him back to the rink, half an idea formed in my head. I wanted to share something with him that only figure skaters could share, something Viktor and I shared in front of the crowds at Barcelona. We already knew each other's programs anyway. Stammi Vicino belonged to Viktor and I, but On Love belonged to both of us. Besides, Viktor would be ecstatic to see us making our own show to his music, and finding things that made them both happy was kind of my specialty. "Come on, let's try something together."