The next time Victor opened his eyes the younger man was still in his arms and had become further entangled as they slept. The dim light that filtered in through the drapes told him it was still quite early, too early to consider rising yet in his estimation. Victor closed his eyes with a smile, enjoying the closeness and warmth of Yuuri's body pressed against his. He could've stayed like that forever.

"Victor…"

"Yes, Yuuri?" The Alpha glanced down at the young man's face, eyes widening in surprise as he realized the Omega was still asleep. Is he dreaming of m-

"Yes…" Yuuri breathed out, hips hitching against Victor's thigh where it rested between his own. The unmistakable scent of arousal rose in the air, leaving no question in the other man's mind regarding exactly what Yuuri was dreaming of. Victor's breath caught in his throat as Yuuri's cheeks grew flushed and he rolled his hips.

I should wake him up. Yes, I should wake…him…

Yuuri moaned, fingers digging into the Alpha's back and sending the last bits of slightly coherent thought flying from his mind. He could feel how hard the younger man was as he slowly rutted against his thigh, aroused scent filling the air. All Victor wanted to do was slide his hands lower, slip them inside Yuuri's boxers and help him find the pleasure he unconsciously sought.

No! Snap out of it! Victor chastised himself for his weakness. Yuuri trusts you and this needs to stop until he's conscious enough to say otherwise.

"Yuuri? Yuuuuuurrrriiiiii?" He called out softly as he tried to pull away a little to give the Omega some space. The younger man whined and just snuggled closer, rubbing his cheek on Victor's chest.

"Mine…" Yuuri whispered possessively as he settled. Victor waited several long seconds, sighing in relief when Yuuri stopped moving and seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep again. The delicious fragrance of desire faded all too soon from the air, leaving Victor wanting more as he drifted off.

Yes, Yuuri…yours…

xxx

The young Geisha looked in the mirror a final time as he put his glasses on. He contemplated the cozy navy-blue hoodie he wore with a white t-shirt and jeans for several long moments before deciding that it would be appropriate.

It's not what I usually wear when out with an Alpha, but Victor…he's different, he's min- my Danna, so it's alright I suppose. He did suggest I dress casually. Yuuri nervously ran his fingers through his hair before turning to leave his bedroom. He started grinning at some point on his way and was finding it impossible to stop.

Waking up in Victor's arms as the bright mid-morning sun shone through his window had been…it was amazing. Seeing that smile on the Alpha's sleepy face as he woke next to him had made Yuuri's heartbeat a little faster. On top of that, he honestly couldn't recall the last time he felt so energized and refreshed in the morning.

And now he's invited me to the rink to watch him practice. Yuuri beamed, bouncing down the steps and skipping the last two with a hop to the main floor and making his way into the lobby. I'm going to watch Victor Nikiforov skate…in person!

Yuuri's inner fanboy was screaming, barely able to contain the excitement coursing through his veins. If Victor's expression that morning had made his heart stutter, then the sight of him in training clothes with his skate bag slung over his shoulder brought it to a full stop.

"Yuuri!" the Alpha called out with a bright smile and a wave as he strode over to join him. "Ready?"

"Definitely," Yuuri nodded and took the other man's hand without thinking, letting him lead him from the Ryokan.

The walk to Ice Castle wasn't long and it was a beautiful day, even if the chill of early spring still clung to the air around them, gusting at them from time to time off the water. Yuuri pointed out sights along the way. The wharf, a pier where locals enjoyed fishing, though they rarely caught anything.

Time seemed to stand still, yet pass all too fast. Before Yuuri knew it, they had reached the local skating rink. Yuuri felt a bit of anxiety return, pooling in his gut uncomfortably.

What if Victor doesn't like the rink? What if it's not up to his standards? After all, he is a world-class ska-

"Oh my God! You're…you're…" Yuuri facepalmed as one of his oldest friends, Yuuko Nishigori, banged excitedly on the check-in counter, eyes wide in surprise, mouth opening and closing in shock.

"She seems nice," Victor gave him a side-long smile that made him feel like he was floating.

"Yeah…" Yuuri answered dreamily, drawn in by the gorgeous man before him. "…so nice."

Victor laughed in response and tugged him forward with him to the counter.

"Yuuri! Your dad called and said…but I didn't really believe it," she whispered in awe before seeming to come back to herself, bringing forth that charming poise that Yuuri had always admired. "We're honored to have you here at Ice Castle Hasetsu, Mr. Nikiforov."

"Please, call me Victor."

"Victor, okay, well…" Yuuko blushed slightly and shyly looked down at her feet. "Uh, the rink is empty right now. The next class doesn't start for an hour and a half. You came at a good time." She finally glanced up again. "Do you want to take him back, Yuuri?"

"Sure," Yuuri blurted out eagerly, willing to do anything to save his oldest friend from the awkward moment. He gestured for Victor to follow and started down the hall. Memories flooded his mind, of being young and full of hope, coming to practice with his friend Yuuko. Hell, even memories of being bullied by Takashi seem rosy in hindsight. Of course, those thoughts of the rude taunts he'd endured from the other boy, being called fatso and knocked down onto the ice served to remind him that he had taken several days off from exercise. I should probably go for a run soon.

The fight with his tendency to gain weight easily had continued to plague him long after childhood teasing had faded away. It was always a struggle and though Yuuri knew that it was in his nature as an Omega to have a curvy figure, he found himself desperately resisting the instinctive desire to let that happen. Every time someone made what they believed to be a complimentary comment about his 'child-bearing hips' over the years, he was increasingly motivated to stay on track with his diet and fitness. The last thing he wanted to do was encourage people's perspective that he was made for breeding and his biggest responsibility should be popping out babies for an Alpha.

In the last couple of months, he hadn't worried much that when he'd sometimes struggled to finish his runs, or that his appetite had diminished as well. It had all seemed to balance itself out. Of course, now he knew it was a sign that his Deprivation Syndrome was getting worse.

"Are you okay?" Victor asked quietly, brow furrowed in concern as he sat down at one of the benches next to the rink barrier and began to put his skates on.

"Yeah, of course," Yuuri assured him immediately.

"Alright, you just smelled kind of…"

"Kind of what?" Yuuri was surprised that the Alpha would smell anything off about him. The raven-haired Geisha usually had such good scent control.

"…Sad? I don't know…it's hard to tell."

"I'm not. It's just that I have a lot of memories of this place and I haven't been back in a long time." Yuuri replied softly as he looked around the empty rink.

"How long did you skate for?" Victor asked with a curious smile as he stood to join him in surveying the ice before them. The ice glistened under the lights above, freshly smoothed and just begging for someone's blades to grace its surface.

"About seven years or so?" Yuuri shyly took his hand when it was offered and looked up at the Alpha.

"I remember this one day I was sitting in that room. Right over there." The Omega pointed to a set of doors further down and to the left.

"I was watching the Junior World Championships with Yuuko and she got so excited as she pointed out this amazing skater to me." Yuuri squeezed his hand and turned his gaze back to the beckoning ice, unable to meet Victor's eyes as he bared his soul. He forced himself to press on, pushing down the anxiety that attempted to break free. Victor needed to know exactly how much happiness he had already given him before they'd even officially met. "And even though I stopped skating about a year or so after that, I never stopped following his career. He has always been someone I admire."

"Yuuri…" Victor murmured, that one word laden with emotion as he came around before him and brought his other hand up to gently grasp Yuuri's chin. He tilted Yuuri's face up to meet his, mere inches separating their mouths, heated breath mingling in the cold air between them. Everything around them fell away in that moment.

There was no Geisha or Danna.

No Alpha or Omega.

Just Yuuri and-

"Victor…"

The older man closed the distance without another word, lips molding to Yuuri's. A satisfying warmth spreading outward from the places where they touched, eliciting a contented sigh from the young man.

"How are you real?" Victor whispered between kisses with a sort of reverence. "I'm so glad we found each other, Yuuri."

He wrapped his arms tighter around Victor as he was drawn flush with the other man's body. Yuuri swallowed hard as a different kind of fire sparked to life within his body; the beginnings of a wildfire that bade him throw caution to the wind and release the words he was longing to say in response.

"Me too…"