Yuuri woke the next morning with a steady beat drumming in his ear. The next thing he felt was the warmth radiating down his body and a weight tangled around his legs. His eyes fluttered open and seeing an expanse of a pale chest before him. Memories of the night before flashed through his head, as a smile pulled on his lips. His head was resting on Viktor's chest, with an arm around Yuuri going down his back, holding him closer. Movement underneath him drew him back to the moment.
Viktor stirred awake and angled his head down to look at the man on his chest. "Good morning, my love." He purred. He reached his free hand across and stroked the hair out of Yuuri's face.
"Good morning." Yuuri shifted so his head rested on the pillow, so he could look a him better.
Viktor rolled onto his side to face Yuuri. "You didn't have any nightmares." Viktor simply stated as fact and posed it as a question.
"No… I didn't." Yuuri said, just realizing that fact. "I slept great actually." He whispered out, mainly too himself. With Viktor's proximity he heard him, making a smile form on his full lips.
"Maybe you just needed a dose of Viktor." He said as he nuzzled and kissed Yuuri's nose. He wrapped his arms around his lower back and pulled him closer.
Yuuri giggled. "I think you might be right." The giggles settled, and then a large grumbling noise came from Yuuri's stomach, making Viktor chuckle and Yuuri's cheeks go bright red.
"Well then, let's get up and make some breakfast then." They both rolled out of bed and put some clothes on. Viktor put on a pair of sweats that rode low on his hips, forgoing a shirt. He rummaged through his drawer and found a t-shirt for Yuuri and passed it to him as he was putting his briefs on. The shirt came to just pass his buttocks and slightly hung off his shoulders, since his weren't as broad as Viktor's.
Viktor decided in that moment that he loved to see Yuuri in his clothes, it gave him an odd sense of possession over him. They made their way to the kitchen with Yuuri insisting on helping, and Viktor finally agreeing. Viktor was setting out the items he needed to make some eggs and bacon, while Yuuri set up the little table for them to eat. Yuuri was reaching for a glass near the top shelf, his borrowed shirt rode up, exposing the tight black briefs underneath. Viktor almost dropped the carton of eggs, catching them before the fell. He set them down on the counter, and went up behind Yuuri, his one hand along his hip and the other reaching up to grab the glass. He pressed the front of his body to Yuuri's back, leaving a trail of kisses along the back of his neck.
Yuuri melted into Viktor, his back pressing further into Viktor, and he could feel how ready he was getting. Viktor set the glass down on the counter and ran his hand along Yuuri's chest, to the flat plane of his stomach and then curved around his hip. His kisses on the back of Yuuri's neck became less chaste and needier. He started to lick, suck, and bite along his tender skin, occasionally moving down his back, releasing moans from Yuuri. Viktor ground his hips, into his backside, now fully ready and wanting. He slithered his hands up his hips and hooked his fingers into the waistband of his briefs, pulling them down slowly. Yuuri braced himself with both hands on the counter as he jutted his ass out further for Viktor.
Once the briefs were down around Yuuri's ankles, Viktor played and teased with Yuuri's ass. Following the curve up to his lower back. With his other hand on Yuuri's shoulder and gently nudged him to lower. Yuuri did as he was prompted, and went to his elbows on the counter, spreading his legs a little further apart with a tap prompt from Viktor. He leaned over Yuuri and bit his earlobe, and then whispered. "Stay like this for me. I'll be right back." Then he was gone. Yuuri could feel the coldness sweeping down his back and ass.
Viktor came back after a few seconds, enjoying every bit of the view when he entered the kitchen. He clicked open the bottle he went and got from the bedroom and spread the clear thick liquid on his fingers. Yuuri looked over his shoulder at Viktor wondering where he went so fast until he saw the bottle and a smirk pulled at his lips. Satisfied with how slick his fingers now were, Viktor inserted one into Yuuri, feeling the tightness and throbbing. Yuuri screamed out a moan from the pressure of the first insertion, and he begged for more. Viktor continued stretching and thrusting his fingers into Yuuri, adding more until he could add three.
Viktor pulled down his sweat pants releasing his hard member, and with a new hunger he slowly thrust his cock into Yuuri, stretching him further around him. Yuuri groaned and gripped the counter. After a quick pause, Viktor started plunge himself hard into Yuuri, making him jerk with the movements. Yuuri could feel the edge of the counter digging into his abdomen, but he ignored it and basked in the feeling of Viktor filling him.
Viktor leaned forward and sucked red spots on his back. He took one hand from their placement on his hips, and grabbed onto Yuuri's hand, and guided it to his cock. With his hand over Yuuri's he gripped his cock and stroked it to the rhythm of his thrusts. Once Yuuri started, Viktor let go and moved his hand back to his hips and pull him towards him. Viktor plunged harder into Yuuri, at the sight of him stroking himself. At the same time, Viktor found and hit the sweet spot, making Yuuri cry out. Yuuri begged for release and screamed he was close. After a few more thrusts, Yuuri came all over his hand. With Yuuri's ass clenching and squeezing around Viktor, he didn't last much longer, and he shot inside Yuuri, yelling his orgasm. He collapsed on top of Yuuri, the counter both holding them up, as they panted and caught their breaths.
"You… should go shower… I'll get… breakfast ready." Viktor suggested, standing up on weak knees to let Yuuri up.
"Mmm kay." Yuuri slowly stood up and turned around in Viktor's arms. They exchanged a few sweet kisses, then Yuuri turned and headed back to the bathroom to shower.
Yuuri and Viktor sat at the little dining table, enjoying their breakfast. Yuuri had returned from his shower, now wearing the clothes he had on the night before, Viktor was still in his sweats. The silence around them was comfortable, the only sounds was their utensils scraping their plates.
"Would you like me to go with you to your appointment today with Yuuko?" Viktor offered, setting his plate to the side and wiping his mouth with a napkin.
Yuuri looked up from his plate. His eyes sparkled as he thought. Viktor waited patiently. "I… I think I'll be okay." Yuuri said slowly, a little unsure of himself. Viktor looked at him questioningly, quirking an eyebrow, but he didn't say a word. "I would love for you to be there, I actually would rather not go, but I think I want or rather need to do this on my own." Yuuri paused, thinking of his next thought. "I don't always want to rely on you. If I am to get a better handle on my mental health, I need to do this on my own."
Viktor smiled, and his eyes shone bright. "That's all I've wanted to hear from you, Yuuri. For a therapist to hear that from his patient, is like music to my ears. Even though you are not my patient anymore, but it's still nice to hear. I will always be here to support you, and if you need me, I am a phone call away." Viktor reached across the table to and interlocked their fingers, in a show of support. Yuuri smiled his small smile, his cheeks dusted with pink, and he lightly squeezed Viktor's hand. Viktor stood up from his seat, gathering their plates. "Well, let me at least drive you home, so you can change before your appointment. Will you at least let me drop you off?"
"I think I could allow that." Yuuri stopped Viktor from walking into the kitchen with a hand on his arm and gestured for him to lean down for a chaste kiss. Once the plates were away in the dishwasher and the pans were clean, Viktor left to shower and get ready.
Yuuri sat on the couch in the living room, waiting for Viktor when his phone rang. The number that came up was private, so he hesitated in answering. "H-Hello?" He quietly asked.
"Yuuri!" The voice almost shouted in the phone.
"Oh!" Yuuri almost dropped the phone, startled. "Hi, Yuri. How are you?"
"I should be asking you that? How was your date? What happened? Tell me everything." Yuri demanded. "Is your ass sore?" Yuri threw in at the last second.
"Yuri!" Yuuri whined. He heard a belting laugh through the other side of the phone. Yuuri looked down the hall, seeing Viktor was still in the shower. "I'm at Viktor's still. He's in the shower." He said quietly in case Viktor came out.
"Why the fuck aren't you in there then?"
"I already took a shower, we took one together last night…" Yuuri said innocently, until he realized how it sounded half way through.
"Fucking knew it. Pay up Beka."
"What?!" Yuuri almost shouted. He could hear laughing from Yuri and a shuffling in the distance.
"Beka and I had a bet going on how many times you and Viktor would go at it. I said two, he said one."
"More like you forced me to bet you." Yuuri heard from Otabek.
"But, seriously, how was it?" Yuri asked, earnestly.
Yuuri went into a description of the date, telling them about the slow dancing at the restaurant, and the skating at the rink. Of course, he left out some details, keeping those intimate moments to himself.
"That sounds so romantic!" Yuri burst through the phone.
"I didn't know you were the romantic type, Yuri." Yuuri giggled.
"I can be. I have a soft spot."
"It's true, he does. He just doesn't show it often." Otabek piped up.
"How's everything with you guys?" Yuuri asked.
"Well if you must know, I got some exciting news." Yuri paused for a dramatic effect. "I'm getting the fuck out of here in a few weeks!"
"What?! You are? That's amazing Yuri! I'm so happy for you!" Yuuri sprang up from his seat on the couch, scaring Makka who was snoring in her dog bed. He almost jumped around the room in glee.
"Thanks, Yuuri. I'm super excited. I don't know how Viktor got the supports he got me in place in such short time, but he did."
Yuuri beamed at the sound of Viktor's name. A sense of pride bloomed in his chest at the man. "Everything is going to be great Yuri. I can't wait for you. You and Otabek can finally be together." Yuuri heard some shuffling, he could only assume they were closer together now.
"Yeah, we can. Fucking scared shitless, but its worth it." Yuri admitted.
"You guys are going to be great." Yuuri heard a door open from the down the hall, and some footsteps coming closer. Makka got up from her bed to greet her master. "I better get going now, Viktor's ready and I got to go to my therapist appointment." Both Yuri's and Otabek said their goodbyes and promises of talking soon.
"Who was that?" Viktor inquired, seeing the grin on Yuuri's face.
"That was Yuri. He told me he's getting discharged in a few weeks. I'm just really happy for him."
"Oh good, the place got back to us then. I was going to follow up with them, if they didn't get a hold of the social worker. So, then everything is set up then. Great! He's done well in his recovery, he deserves it." Viktor sounded genuinely proud of Yuri and his accomplishments. "Ready to go, Yuuri?"
"Mmhm." Yuuri popped from the couch and followed Viktor to the door.
Viktor pulled up to Yuuri's therapist building and parked the car. Having gone back to his apartment to change his clothes, they were running short on time, but luckily, they made it. "You sure you don't want me to go with you?" Viktor asked one more time. He normally didn't like to ask if Yuuri was sure on something, since he didn't want him to second guess himself, so he can more confident in his decisions, but this time, it was different.
"Yes, I'm sure." Yuuri took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I have to do this on my own." Yuuri said with more determination than the first time he said. After having been asked a few times by Viktor, he was believing it more and more, and gaining more confidence from it.
"Okay. I'm just a phone call away if you need me." Viktor said it like a worried mother dropping of her child on the first day of school. He leaned over and placed a few kisses on Yuuri's lips.
Yuuri reciprocated the kisses and attempted to awkwardly hug in the car. "Thank you." He whispered in return on Viktor's statement. "I better go." Yuuri leaned back and Viktor nodded his agreeance. Yuuri opened the car door and stepped outside the vehicle.
"Love you." Viktor called out before he could close the door.
Yuuri bent down so he can see inside the car. "Love you too, Viktor." He closed the door after that and made his way inside the building. Viktor waited by the curb in the car until Yuuri went inside. Before driving off he turned up the volume of his ringtone, just in case he calls.
Yuuri walked in the building with confidence straightening out his back and puffing out his chest. As he walked further into the building, approaching the elevators, that eluded confidence was slowly disappearing. He reached the door, taking a deep breath, he opened it. He didn't feel as anxious as he did the first day, but it was simmering beneath the surface.
He sat in the waiting room for a few minutes until Yuuko called his name. He sat back on the same couch he sat in before, and nervously fidgeted with his hands on his lap.
"So, how are you doing today, Yuuri?" Yuuko asked, grabbing a notepad and pen from the coffee table between them. She clicked the mechanism at the bottom to release the pen and started chewing at it.
"I'm alright. J-Just a bit nervous." He stated quietly. He avoided looking directly at her and glanced at her notebook in her lap.
Yuuko noticed this and decided to ask. "Does me taking notes bother you? I can put the notepad away." She began closing it back up.
"No, no. It's fine. I-I don't mind." He averted his eyes from the notebook to the succulent plants on the table.
"Okay then." She replied sweetly. "I didn't say this the other day, but I'm really excited that you're here." Yuuri glanced at her with confusion. She giggled realizing how it sounded. "Not like that, not like I'm happy that you have anxiety. I just mean that you, as Yuuri Katsuki. I follow you and other skaters. I'm absolutely obsessed with figure skating. So, when I heard that you were coming here, I was thrilled!" Yuuko exclaimed excitedly.
Yuuri blushed at her confession and started to squirm in his seat. Not only now was he nervous about the new therapist but she was also a fan. "Thank you." He mumbled softly.
"I can't wait to see what you have planned for this year! Your footwork is absolutely incredible, I don't think there's another skater out there that can match your footwork." Yuuri mumbled another thank you, but Yuuko carried on, not quite listening to him. "I used to skate when I was younger. I was thinking of doing it professionally at one point, and I entered some competitions while in juniors. But I never followed through with it, I was too scared! I wasn't all that competitive anyways, I just did it for fun." She waved her arm in front of her. I was thinking about coaching and I still do teach classes to small kids, but that's about it. My three girls…" She pointed to a picture on a small table next to the door, that contained a close up shot of three identical six-year-old girls. The picture looked as if they took it themselves. "Loop, Axel, and Lutz also follow skating and are in the classes I teach. You're one of their favourites."
Yuuri blushed harder and felt a pang of guilt. If he was their favourite, then he for sure let them down last season when he failed miserably. He hung his head in shame and raised his knees up to his chest.
"Everything alright? What's on your mind right now?" Yuuko asked.
Yuuri paused, debating whether he should answer her honestly or avoid the questions all together. He decided to go with honesty. "I… I failed them." Yuuko quirked an eyebrow and tilted her head to the side. "Last season, I failed them. I did the absolute worst anyone could have done. I would understand if they didn't want to support me as a skater."
"Ah, I see. Well, they tell me you're still their favourite. Even though you didn't do as well as you normally would, you're coming back to competition, despite everything that's happened. That's why you're still their favourite. They love your skating and your footwork, but they follow you because of your character and determination."
Yuuri peered at her, over his knees. His eyes filled up with tears, trying to blink them away. Yuuko and Yuuri continued talking about skating and analyzing the most prominent skaters, until he pushed his legs back down to the ground and his hands stopped fidgeting in his lap. He started to lean forward when speaking, his shoulders remained lax, and at times became excited when speaking. The ice between them was officially broken, and Yuuri was getting comfortable around her. Near the end of the session, Yuuko brought up some therapies and strategies, and asked which ones he and Viktor had done. This time, Yuuri had no issues telling her, and he went into an explanation on the ones that worked and ones that didn't. He further started talking about the topics of his life that was discussed with Viktor. Once Yuuri started talking, he found he couldn't stop. There was something about Yuuko he established, she was carefree and sweet, and it made him feel relaxed, and that they were more like friends rather than therapist and patient.
The session ended all too soon, and Yuuri felt a stab of disappointment. He walked out of her office down the hall to the exit. He reached the end of the hall, when he abruptly stopped. His eyes drew wide, and all the colour drained from his face. A cold sweat formed on his skin, as his breathing increased. Before him stood a man, who turned around at the same moment, Yuuri was exiting the hallway to the waiting area. The man said something, but Yuuri heard nothing. All he saw was a smirk pulled at the man's lips.
The reset button was pushed on Yuuri, and he quickly walked past the man, accidentally bumping his shoulder into him. He ran out of the office towards the elevators. He hastily pressed the button to call the elevator more times than was necessary. As soon as the doors spread open, he ran in and pressed the button for the doors to close. He grabbed onto his chest, as he heaved breaths and tried to stop his heart from jumping out of his body. The cold sweat dripped down his neck and back, making him shiver. The doors reopened and Yuuri ran out of the lobby to the outside.
In front of him, what he wasn't expecting was Viktor and his car. Viktor stepped out of his car and peered over the roof. "I wanted to surprise you and pick you…" Viktor drifted off, finally looking at Yuuri. "Yuuri? What the matter? What happened?" Viktor ran around his car to the stalled Yuuri still on the pathway to the building. Viktor embraced him as soon as he got to him, holding him close to his chest, and wrapping his arms around Yuuri's upper arms and shoulders. With one hand he stroked the back of Yuuri's head smoothing down his hair.
At that point, Yuuri broke down, sobbing and screaming into Viktor's chest. Without wanting to draw too much of a crowd, Viktor lead Yuuri to his car and slowly guided him in. Once the sobbing started to cease, Viktor asked him again. "What happened my Yuuri? Talk to me." He grabbed a napkin that he had in the glove box and wiped away the tears streaking his cheeks.
Yuuri sniffled and wiped his nose, raising his wide frightened eyes to Viktor's. "It… It…" Yuuri took a deep breath. "I saw…"