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Last chapter!
Katsuki Yuuri couldn't believe his eyes...
On his cell phone... he had recorded the phone number of the 'Unjustly handsome man with silvery hair and slight Russian accent'.
"Yuuri?" Phichit inquired from the living room, since he heard his roommate arrive. However, he had remained leaning against the door after closing it, looking at his cell phone screen with his brown eyes wide open, as if he had seen a ghost. "Is something happening?" He asked worriedly, and the Japanese man turned to see him slowly.
"Eh... I just met a man who likes dragons."
"What?! Really?!" He laughed, relieved. "And who is he? Do I know him? Is he someone from the university? Do you have his social networks? Is he good looking?" The Thai boy asked as he rushed his own cell phone out of his pocket.
It was rare thing that Yuuri met someone who actually liked dragons (and that Yuuri didn't perceive that as a lie). People tended to tell the Japanese man that they were also fans of dragons just to flirt with him (although that only made Yuuri wanted to get away from them because he thought they were making fun of him). So that ignited Phichit's innate curiosity.
"Um... No, I don't think you know him. He is not someone from the university. I met him at the bookstore near the apartment. I didn't ask him if he had social networks. And... yes, he is quite attractive, in fact." Yuuri replied in order, with his cheeks slightly red, and he started walking towards the couch to leave his backpack.
"What? Yuuri! How are you supposed to marry him if you don't stalking him on his social networks?!"
"Marry him?" He repeated incredulously, though blushing more at the thought. "And I don't know. I guess I'll talk to him in person like any normal person would do." He replied sarcastically. "Also, he gave me his phone number..."
"Woah! Wait, what?!" Surprised. "You talked to him and he gave you his phone number? You, the most timid kid in the world, talked to an attractive guy who ended up giving you his phone number? Are we in an alternate universe where you took the initiative?"
"Thank you for the vote of confidence, Phichit." Yuuri said with an exasperated sigh as he went to the small kitchen to prepare something to eat. It was his turn to cook. Phichit sat in the dining room for two people after following him. "But... Yes, you're right... I didn't speak to him, he spoke to me. I would never have dared to talk to him..." He sighed again. "Phichit. He is extremely handsome! He has the most beautiful blue eyes and the most shining silvery hair I've ever seen! And his personality is so kind and funny..." He said, lowering his voice, as if he were saying some secret that no one should know.
"And who is he? What is he's name? Do he have a nice ass? Photo or it didn't happen!"
"His name is Viktor. And no, I don't have pictures of him. Why would I take photos of a stranger?" He inquired confused. "And no, I didn't saw his butt either!" He exclaimed in horror, and then put a pan on the fire before pouring oil. "I went to the bookstore to buy the new volume of 'The Blue Dragon', and I almost tripped against him by accident. Then I tried to keep walking, but he took my arm and asked me if I liked dragons... I didn't answer immediately because I thought he would make fun of me. I mean, why would an attractive man like him would be asking me that? But I said yes so he would leave me alone. Then he smiled at me. And ... and ... Oh my god! His smile had the shape of a heart!" Yuuri put his hands to his face, embarrassed as he remembered what had happened. "Viktor then told me that he also liked dragons and showed me the copy of 'The Blue Dragon' that he had also just bought. After that, we sat for a while on a couch and talked. We realized that we have almost the same tastes in books and we have even read some of the same books..."
"Viktor Nikiforov?" Phichit inquired suddenly, and Yuuri looked at him, startled.
"Uh? How did you know?"
"Yuuri. There aren't many attractive men with silver hair and blue eyes whose name is Viktor around here. It was easy to find his profile." He said showing his cell phone screen, in which they could see a profile picture of the aforementioned man winking and carrying a poodle puppy. "Wow, he is really sexy! And... awww... Besides having the same name as your poodle, he also has one! And he works in an animal shelter... Uff, and he's also Russian!" Phichit said while reading his biography. "Yuuri! Didn't you take Russian as an elective class in college? Ask him to be your tutor!"
After hearing his name several times, Vicchan ran into the kitchen and asked his owner for pampering, lying on the floor with his paws in the air. Yuuri laughed and stroked his belly before returning to cook.
"Oh yeah. In fact... " He returned to the conversation, before stuffing ingredients into the pan and put the glass lid on. "... When I mentioned that I was studying to be a Translator, he told me that he knew Russian and French, and that he wouldn't mind being my tutor." Yuuri said, his face already completely red and looking at the floor so as not to see Phichit raising an eyebrow in a suggestive way.
"Yuuri ..." The Thai boy began, slowly, as if he were about to explain a complicated concept to a small child. "You have... the phone number of a sexy man... a Russian man... who clearly wants to 'study with you'... and, besides, he's a fanatic of dragons, just like you..., So, what the hell are you doing here talking to me instead of asking Viktor to send you nudes?!"
"Phichit!" He exclaimed scandalized. "I'm hungry." He said, pointing out to the food on the stove with one finger, as if it were an obvious answer. "I can't talk to Viktor while I have an empty stomach. Be-Besides, I'm sure he's just trying to be friendly... Do you know how hard it is to find someone who really likes dragons and not to only just to share weird kinks?"
"Ah. Yes... I had completely forgotten about your ex-girlfriend." Phichit said while cringe, remembering the day Yuuri when returned to the apartment very sad because his girlfriend had tried to force him to lose his virginity using a dragon dildo (Yuuri broke with her that day, obviously). So, instead of trying to press on the matter, he decided to continue navigating the profile of the sexy Russian man. To his luck, his profile was in 'public'. Then something caught his attention "Oh! Viktor made an updated!"
"Phichit! Stop stalking him! That's why I didn't want to tell you his last name!" Yuuri exclaimed as he served the food. "I'm not interested in what Viktor says in his networks, and you shouldn't care either. I want to know Viktor as who he is, not the person who claims to be on Internet."
"Well, then you aren't interested in knowing what Viktor said about you?" He inquired with a malicious smile, and the Japanese man turned to see him with a half-closed eyes.
"I very much doubt that Viktor made a comment about me on his networks." He took a fork and began to eat.
"Viktor published: 'I just met the father of my future one hundred poodles!'. He added icons of twenty hearts, a piglet, glasses and an eggplant. And a picture of you." Phichit said with a triumphant smile. Yuuri spit his food.
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Viktor Nikiforov couldn't believe his eyes...
'The cute boy in glasses' he met at the bookstore had just sent him a text message to invite him out!
They had known each other for a couple of weeks, but because the lack of time they hadn't been able to meet again. However, they chatted through text messages and video calls, although, for Viktor, those limited interactions were enough to make him know that he was undoubtedly attracted to Yuuri.
In fact, since their first encounter he felt himself under the influence of his adorable chocolate eyes, which looked at him with determination and shyness while his cheeks turned red. And the subjects of their conversations were beyond their common like for dragons. It was thanks to that he knew that Yuuri would be his husband (in a not too distant future, he hoped). So, obviously, Viktor answered him right away that he did want to have a date with him, without forgetting to add all the hearts he could to make Yuuri understand how excited he was.
Also, it wasn't only that Yuuri actually did like dragons, but also he had a poodle like Makkachin! Which coincidentally his names was also Viktor, just like him! Although Yuuri had told him that it was due to the main character of an old myth about a warrior named Viktor and his blue dragon (curiously, his mother had called him Viktor because of the same myth).
Viktor wasn't sure if it was because of the provenance of his name, but since he was a child he liked to see cartoons, read books and play board games that had to do with dragons. It was his guilty pleasure, and he didn't care if people called him a nerd. The sad part was that some people used to use his likes towards dragons against him to try to sleep with him.
He still remembered with disgust the last time he had tried to establish a friendship with someone through dragons, only for that person to end up asking if he had a dragon dildo and if he could send her a picture of him using it. Never in his life had blocked someone so fast from his social networks.
"Why do you have that stupid smile on your face?" Yuri, his younger cousin, asked him as he sat down next to him on the couch to watch the TV. Viktor was already used to his new attitude of 'I'm a big boy and I can insult', so he wasn't offended.
"My Yuuri just invited me out." He replied with a smiling sigh, and the blond boy looked at him with disgust.
"Ewww... Why did you get a boyfriend with the same name as me? It's weird."
"Oh! Yuuri is not my boyfriend... yet." He replied blushing, still smiling. Little Makkachin entered the room and climbed the couch to sleep in the lap of his owner, who petted his head. "But if everything goes well on our date tomorrow, then I'll ask him to be my boyfriend... By the way, from now on I'll call you 'Yurio'."
"What?! Why?!" Yuri yelled annoyed, looking at the silver-haired man as if he had said something stupid.
"As you said before, having two 'Yuris' is weird." He laughed.
"But I'm your cousin, I should have preference!"
"But Yuuri born before you, Yurio." He answered in a singsong voice. "I'm sorry. I didn't make the rules!" The youngest one showed his middle finger and then returned his gaze to the TV, not wanting to argue.
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The next day.
An cheerfully and a little impatient Viktor had arrived about twenty minutes before the agreed time to the skating rink, where Yuuri had invited him for their date. Ice skating was one of the things he didn't expect to have in common with the Japanese man, but that turned out to be a pleasant surprise. Both liked and practiced that sport as a hobby in their childhood years.
"Ah! Viktor." He heard Yuuri's worried voice just a few minutes after his arrival. The dark-haired man breathed and seemed agitated, as if he had been in a hurry to get there. "I-I hope I didn't make you wait..."
"Yuuri, hello! Not at all. I arrived a few moments ago. In fact, it seems to me that we both arrived early." He said showing his heart-shaped smile, and Yuuri couldn't help but stare at his lips more than necessary.
"I-I'm glad!" He exclaimed in embarrassment, with his cheeks flushed after realize he had been slow to answer. Though the Russian man hadn't noticed because he was as distracted as him, thinking how adorable Yuuri looked with those blue-rimmed glasses. "I didn't want to be late to... our first date." He murmured with some uncertainty, but Viktor's smile grew wider as he understood the implication of his words.
"Yes. I didn't want to be late for our first date either." He emphasize the last two words, and, in an act of gallantry, took one of Yuuri's hands and kissed his knuckles.
The dark-haired man tensed and looked at him with his eyes wide open and said nothing for several seconds. Viktor thought for a moment with horror that maybe he scared him and that Yuuri would run away. People used to tell him that his biggest flaw was being so blunt, cheesy and impulsive. But, to his surprise, Yuuri's posture relaxed and he smiled shyly.
"Let's go for skates!" Yuuri said suddenly, with his chocolate eyes shining, and Viktor nodded in relief.
After renting a pair of skates and entering the rink, Yuuri had a bit of trouble trying to slide on the ice, since he hadn't skating for years.
"I thought it would be easy to remember how to skate..." Yuuri commented with some embarrassment, scolding himself for choosing that location without properly thinking. However, Viktor, who hadn't stopped smiling once, immediately offered a hand to help him, which the Japanese man accepted with gratitude. In addition, he noticed that several girls had turned their heads to look at them.
Yuuri couldn't blame them for the disbelief that showed on their faces when they saw them together. Viktor was an undoubtedly handsome man with a funny and extroverted personality, and Yuuri wasn't even sure how he had managed to get his attention beyond their common liking to dragons, because it was obvious even to him that Viktor was trying to seduce him (and he was succeeding). However, that was something that he wasn't going to questioned, because their date seemed to went well, and less after having seen Viktor's post where he called Yuuri 'the future father of his poodles' (Yuuri never mentioned that he had already seen the post due to embarrassment).
While the Russian and the Japanese man continued holding hands and talking, they were so distracted in their own world that they didn't notice a group of children skating without care and ended up pushing them by accident, causing both of them to fall on the ice.
Despite the pain and the trickle of blood running down his nose, Viktor turned to Yuuri when he heard him complain with barely audible interjection, and saw him sitting on the ice with one hand on his right foot.
"Yuuri. Are you okay?" He inquired worriedly.
"Uh? Vi-Viktor! You're bleeding!" He exclaimed in terror.
After helped each other get up, and the children apologized, Yuuri rushed to get a handkerchief from his pockets, which he used to clean the blood, taking care of not hurting Viktor's nose again. The silver-haired man, on the other hand, took Yuuri's waist and guided him towards the protection fence, since it was evident that his foot was the most affected by the fall.
"Um... I guess this wasn't part of the plan." Yuuri commented when Viktor helped him off the rink and led him to sit down on one of the benches. The Japanese man sadly thought that the date had been ruined and probably there wouldn't be a second one. If only Phichit hadn't pressed him to ask Viktor for a date as soon as possible, he would have had time to think of a less dangerous place to talk. However, the Russian man had a different opinion.
"No, definitely this wasn't in my plans; my bleeding nose is a surprise. But it doesn't matter, in this way our date is more interesting, don't you think?" He laughed, and knelt in front of Yuuri to unleash his right skate. However, Yuuri was startled and blushed at that vision.
"Viktor. Y-you don't have to! My leg isn't that bad..."
"Yuuri." He turned to look at him seriously, so that the dark-haired man fell silent thinking that he had said something wrong. But Viktor smiled again. "Your handkerchief is stained with my blood. The last thing I can do for you is to help you to remove yours skates." He replied as he removed the right skate as calmly as possible, looking for any sign of swelling. "Also, I want to make sure you're okay and don't need to go to a doctor. By the way, I know of a coffee shop that is a few steps away from here, where my friend Chris is the owner. How about if we go there to take off the cold?" He inquired with his heart-shaped smile, and Yuuri didn't even realize that he was already nodding before he even thought about refusing.
"Ah... I think it's my ankle. It's starting to hurt." Yuuri commented when he put his shoes back on and tried to walk. "Umm... is it okay if I lean on you?" He asked with his head down, avoiding Viktor's blue stare because of shame. An idea that the silver-haired man obviously wasn't going to refused, but...
"I have a better idea." Viktor put a knee on the floor and watched sideways the Japanese man's reaction. Yuuri's face had turned completely red, and his mouth opened to protest, but Viktor continued. "Come on. This way will be faster."
"Viktor, I can walk..." But when he saw that the silver-haired man wasn't moving, he gave a sigh of defeat and gave up. "Okay, if you insist..." Despite the curious glances hovering over them, and the fact that Yuuri didn't want to bother Viktor, he ended up climbed on his back. After making sure Yuuri was safe on his back, Viktor unfolded his knees, supporting his weight without problems.
Yuuri rested his chin on Viktor's left shoulder to see the path, and he could smell his perfume, which had a familiar and gentle cinnamon-like aroma. The Japanese man took a moment to realize with embarrassment that his nose was almost glue to the Russian man's neck. And if Viktor had noticed, he didn't say anything about it.
"This reminds me of a chapter from 'The Blue Dragon' don't you think, Yuuri?" Viktor commented suddenly, and the dark-haired man nodded cheerfully, completely forgetting to feel restrained by the whispers of the girls who watched them with envy (although, for some reason, others took pictures while giggled).
"You're right! It was in the chapter where the white dragon carried his injured mate, the blue dragon, both being in their human form. It's one of my favorite scenes, in fact. I always thought it was romantic."
"Yes, I also find it quite romantic." The silver-haired man responded with a giggle, which made Yuuri realize that they were just in that same situation...
Oh... Maybe the date wasn't going that bad.
When they arrived at the Coffee shop, the first thing that Viktor did was leave Yuuri sitting on one of the couches of the establishment. Then he went to talk to a blond man with honey-colored eyes who was near the cash register, which didn't waste time to begin to flirt with the silver-haired man. Yuuri would probably have been jealous if it wasn't for the fact that Viktor laughed, and the man he spoke with immediately went to what appeared to be the kitchen, and in less than a minute had returned with an ice pack his hand, while Viktor had gone to the line to place their orders.
"You must be Yuuri." The blond man said after approaching him and offering him the ice pack. Yuuri took it and thanked him before pressing it against his ankle, feeling an almost immediate relief. At the same, he felt moved that Viktor had thought of him. "I'm Chris, Viktor's best friend. And I'm sorry to hear that you had a small accident during your date. But I think you'll find out that my Coffee shop has the right atmosphere for romance." After saying that, he winked.
"Uh... Thank you, again." It was all Yuuri was able to said, showing a shy but genuinely grateful smile.
"You're welcome. Anything for Viktor's crush 'who also likes dragons'. He has been unbearably happy since he met you, you know?" Yuuri blushed and didn't know how to answer that. Luckily, Viktor returned with two cups of what Yuuri had assumed was coffee until a chocolate scent enveloped the atmosphere around them, and Viktor left them on the coffee table in front of the couch along with two muffins. "Well, I don't want to be a third wheel. I leave you two alone so you can keep going with your date." Chris said as a goodbye as he turned to go back to his workstation. "By the way, I must say that you two would make a very cute couple."
"Thanks, Chris." Viktor said and cleared his throat, wishing that his friend had kept the last comment so as not to make Yuuri felt pressure.
After several seconds of silence, which weren't exactly uncomfortable, in which Yuuri accommodated the ice inside the trouser leg in such a way that he didn't have to hold it with his hand; it was he the one who decided to start the conversation.
"So... do you like hot chocolate?" Viktor, with the cup against his lips, looked at him in surprise.
"... Oh! I'm sorry, Yuuri. I should have asked you what you wanted. I'm so used to ask for chocolate and..." While Viktor spoke with an expression of embarrassment, the dark-haired man couldn't help but laugh a little.
"N-no, I didn't mean like that. It's okay." He smiled to reassure him. "I also like hot chocolate. Thank you."
"It's good to know!" He said, relieved, and then he remembered something he wanted to mention to Yuuri. "By the way, have you ever read Minami Kenjirou other works?"
"Uh... is it the guy who writes the 'The Blue Dragon' saga, right? I'm bad remembering author's names" The silver-haired man nodded. "No, I haven't read his other books. Why?"
"I don't read his other books, either." He admitted without shame. "But my cousin Mila told me that he has just published a book about a high school romance, which his protagonist is called Yuuri."
"Yuuri is a very common name in Japan." He said with a shrug before drinking his chocolate.
"And in Russia." He added with a smile.
"Oh, tell me your cousin doesn't really hate me because of the nickname you gave him." Yuuri said with a scared face. He already knew from Viktor that Yuri was an explosive teenager, and since he was currently living with the silver-haired man because his apartment was closer to his high school, Yuuri wanted to have a good relationship with the boy.
"Of course he doesn't hate you." He laughed. "Yurio just likes to act like as a vandal, but in reality he's just a kitten with no claws trying to scratch. He will like you."
"I hope so..." He said with a sigh.
Viktor and Yuuri continued talking for the rest of the afternoon, not noticing the flirtatious glances that girls directed at the Russian man, or Yuuri's cell phone that vibrated with thousands of messages text from Phichit asking him about his date. Even when a barista offered Yuuri a free coffee along with his phone number, the Japanese man accepted it automatically so as not to argue with him, and he immediately forgot about the coffee when returned his gaze to the blue eyes. Curiously, after that, Viktor put an arm behind Yuuri on the couch. And it wasn't until Chris told them that he had to close the coffee shop that they realized it was almost midnight. They had been talking for hours.
Yuuri's ankle still hurting, but not so much that Viktor had to carry him on his back, so the dark-haired man rested an arm on Viktor's shoulders. They could have taken a taxi, but neither of them suggested it, because they were trying to gain more time to be together. They couldn't deny the fact that they felt good leaning into each other.
Before arriving to Yuuri's apartment, he suggested sitting on the bench of a park to let 'rest his foot'; Viktor thought it was very good idea.
"Yuuri, I really enjoy being with you." Viktor confessed after sitting next to him, but not taking off his hand from his waist. "I hope I also had been a nice company for you."
"Yes, I-I also like to be with you." Yuuri replied, a little nervous because Viktor's silvery eyelashes, which came closer and closer to his face, stood out in an ethereal way against the moonlight, almost as an angelic appearance; a vision which unjustly left him without breathe. Everything in Viktor was so unfairly perfect, at least for him.
"Yeah?" Viktor said, more in affirmation than question, while their noses brushed and their lips separated only by an inch. Viktor also felt that Yuuri was totally perfect for him, so much that he didn't even want to fight against whatever kind of spell he was under in every time his eyes looked directly at the chocolate-colored ones.
The silver-haired man wasn't sure how much time they spent looking into each other's eyes, saying nothing, letting their breaths mix, delighting not for the first time with the fragrance of sea breeze that the Japanese man's perfume gave off. But he was surprised, and his cheeks lit up, when Yuuri was the one who shortened the distance and put his lips on his in a not exactly shy kiss.
Viktor needed a moment to react, mostly because he expected to be the one to initiate the kiss, but soon he had one hand tangled in the black hair and the other one clinging to Yuuri's back.
The kiss was passionate, but not in a carnal sense, it was a kiss of a desire for connection and closeness. And when they needed to separate for air, their lips joined again a couple of times, but more calmly, simply enjoying the heat they transmitted to each other to fight against the cold of the night.
"Viktor, be my boyfriend!" Yuuri said suddenly, with that shining determination in his eyes that made Viktor's knees felt like tremble. But then the chocolates eyes widened in horror at the realization of what he said. "I-I mean... if you want to..."
"Yes! I want to be your boyfriend, Yuuri!" He threw himself to the dark-haired man to hug him, nuzzled into Yuuri's neck, feeling how his body relaxed at his response.
Yuuri, still heart pounding, hugged Viktor back as a smile adorned their faces. Even though his head told him that it was impossible that a man like Viktor would fall in love with him, something in his chest asked him to trust him.
And he didn't regret it, because, a one year later, Yuuri would take the surname Nikiforov for the rest of his life.
Notes:
Yes! This is the final chapter: D!
Viktor and Yuuri met again, now as humans ~
Possibly there are still some dragons in the current era of the fic, but they would be extremely few and super hidden, because humans now think they are a myth.
(No, Kenjirou isn't a dragon e.e) [The spanish fandom for some reason thought he was one ?]
And well! I want to thank everyone who has read my story so far, despite the lack of sex that I told from the beginning that there wouldn't be (e_e), and I hope you liked it!
This story has taken me more than 1 year to write it. I started writing it in January 2017, but I published it until the end of February [and started to translating to English on may 2017], because I wanted to make sure that the story had enough foundations to be able to add more things without losing coherence. The first two chapters were already written before publishing them, but from chapter 3 onwards everything was written on the fly xD
Except for The Legend. It was never my intention to made readers believe that Viktor and Yuuri were the warrior that dies bleeding and the dragon that survives (aka, Viktor's father and Yakov), that's why I never mentioned the color of the dragon, because I wanted the readers to realize that they WEREN'T Viktor and Yuuri. But I guess the context caused the opposite effect and most readers believed that it was about them xDu
Something that was actually planned, was the ambiguity of knowing if Otabek was a dragon or not, and if it was he or JJ who betrayed Yurio.
Another thing I didn't expect is that there were so many readers insisting that human!Yuuri would magically become a blue dragon despite the many times that I affirmed that he was 100% human and all of the times I emphasized the fact that Yuuri couldn't hear dragons talks; dragons didn't perceived him as a dragon; he didn't smell like a dragon, and I even mentioned the reecarnation thing a lots of times. There were people who even accused me of lying and I was like "wtf" x'DDD [This happened on the spanish version, on Wattpad]
By the way, this fics was inspired by a book saga called Dragonlance Chronicles, where dragons can shapeshifting into humans. But I didn't took the story, just the transformation thing and the hate towards dragons.
But hey, despite all the problems that this story caused me, I had a lot of fun writing it! Thanks to everyone for reading it and hopefully you will go to my profile to read my other fics! :D