"The score for Jean-Jacques Leroy of Canada is 101. 56!"

The crowd went wild and JJ pulled his usual 'JJ Style pose' over at the Kiss and Cry as he smiled for the cameras. There was one corner of the arena in general that was peppered with red and white banners, Canadian flags and signs. They were particularly loud and animated. Yuri vaguely registered the number as he prepared to step onto the ice. He had been running his program through in his head as he took a few calming breaths and put himself in 'the zone'. It was something he had practiced often with Viktor in Russia. He had mentioned to Viktor early on that he still felt a bit jittery and unsettled before he stepped out onto the ice sometimes. Viktor had taught him about the visualization and breathing techniques. A bit of excitement and adrenaline was good if it pumped you up for your performance and added to it, but too much adrenaline was actually detrimental. Excessive nervousness and anxiety were also quite harmful if not controlled properly. Both were situations with which Yuri had been quite familiar with in the past. He wanted to think that he was a bit different as a performer this time around. No, he wanted toshowthat he was. He was going to give everyone a little taste of the new and improved Yuri Katsuki…but would save his best for Worlds. He didn't want to give everything away right off the bat. He'd be going up against Viktor at Worlds. He would drop the gloves and come out swinging, then.

"On the ice, representing Japan, Yuri Katsuki!"

Here we go. Yuri stepped onto the ice and skated a lap around the arena before acknowledging the judges and waving out to the crowd. There were immediately some hushed murmurs that made their way through the crowd as he did.

"Good evening everyone! This is Hisashi Morooka reporting live from the Gangneung Ice Arena in South Korea. We have skater Katsuki taking the ice and about to perform his short program 'On Love, Eros', a program that was created for him by his coach and five-time World Champion; Viktor Nikiforov. We haven't heard much from skater Katsuki since his unfortunate mishap at the Grand Prix Final last December. This is his first professional competition since then, having missed Japanese Nationals due to still being in recovery. I must say, he's looking quite well at the moment. He has obviously been training hard since his recovery. Skater Katsuki is showing some rather…well-developed leg muscles we haven't seen before!"

An American sports commentator piped in with his own comment.

"Well gentlemen, the ladies certainly have noticed! The appreciative hum began just about the same second he stepped out onto the ice! Skater Katsuki may just have some new fans by the end of his performance!"

Yuri was oblivious to what was being said. He had just finished his lap on the ice and took his position. He took one last deep breath, closed his eyes and waited for the music to start. When it did, he fully immersed himself in it. He tuned out everyone in the arena and instead chose to focus on only one spectator; Viktor. He was skating for him only at that moment, allowing his newly developed sensuality and comfort with his own body and sexuality to bleed into his moves. Viktor's love empowered him, and made him feel desirable and worthy. He wanted to emote as much of that as he possibly could in his program.

He allowed just the tip of his tongue to stick out as he released a breathy moan, before bringing his arms up and down in seductive movements. He pushed his arms down at his sides before bringing them back up, almost wrapping them around himself. He opened his arms wide and pushed the pick of his left skate into the ice as he struck a pose before turning in Viktor's direction and shooting him a look that did not require any interpretation.

As Viktor watched, he found himself utterly mesmerized.Wow! Yuri's eros has gone through the roof! He's going to turn the rink into an onsen!

Yuri launched into the step sequence, his movements flowing seamlessly into each other with polish and ease that he had not exhibited before.

A pair of stormy-gray eyes watched intently from the stands.Interesting. He's not moving in a feminine way anymore. He's found a way to be sensual as a male. This is is incredible! There's so much more depth to his performance than before!

Yuri launched into his camel spin and then flying sit spin. He eased out of his spin sequence and picked up speed before going into a outside-edge spread eagle and launching into his triple Axel. The crowd gasped with delight as he launched into the air and completed three tight rotations before landing smoothly on his right leg and pulling the left one fluidly behind him as he transitioned out of he landing.

Morooka became very animated as he continued his commentary on Yuri's skate.

"Skater Katsuki lands a beautiful triple Axel! Is it just me or was that higher than any other triple Axel we've seen from him before? He made that look effortless! He's got a quadruple Salchow planned next, a jump that's given him some difficulty at times. Will he manage to pull it off as beautifully as the triple Axel?"

Yuri pushed off the ice and pulled his arms in extra tight as he completed his rotations in the air. He barely had enough time to savor the landing before he was off again, adding a triple toe-loop to turn the jump into a combination. The crowd went wild and so did the American commentator.

"Did you just see that? He only had a quad Salchow planned and instead pulled out a combination jump and threw it right at us! Statistics show that he's only managed to land the Salchow 30% of the time in competitions...where the hell did THAT come from? This is insane! Did you see that height? I don't know what this guy's had for breakfast, but he's in beast mode right now!"

Viktor clapped enthusiastically and fist-pumped from the sidelines. Yuri was putting on the performance of his career at the moment. He smiled wickedly as he knew what was coming up next. If people in the arena had thought they had been sufficiently surprised, they were in for a big shock. He waited with bated breath for the critical moment.

Yuri stepped out his landing and right into his second step sequence. He smiled to himself as he twisted and turned. His lungs were starting to burn but he felt good, and his legs were holding out better than they'd ever had before. He took a short breath before pushing off the ice and into his 'showstopper'.

Morooka chimed up with his agreement. "Yes, that was incredible! Based on his performance today, you'd never know that that jump ever gave him a hard time! Skater Katsuki plans on ending his performance with a quad toe-triple toe combination jump. Will he stick to the program or does he have another...wuoh! Wuoooooohhhh! Skater Katsuki just landed a quadruple Lutz! Ladies and gentlement, you have just witnessed history in the making! Skater Katsuki has never landed a quadruple Lutz in competition before! Just who is this History Maker here before us tonight?"

The crowd by then had collectively lost it and the cheering was so loud that the music could barely be overheard over the roar. Yuri didn't need to hear the music, he knew the movements so well that he could do them in his sleep. He launched into his final combination spins, careful not to lose his focus nor allow himself to get dizzy. Before he knew it, the song was over and he was holding his final pose. The crowd was on its feet and you could practically feel the cheering reverberating through the stands and onto the ice. Yuri bowed and waved to the crowd as he skated around and picked up a few bouquets and toys before stepping off the ice and heading to the Kiss and Cry. Viktor was waiting for him at the gate with his jacket and blade guards.

"You were absolutely amazing! That was your best Eros yet!"

Yuri smiled and nodded as he panted and reached for the water bottle Viktor was holding out for him. His face was flushed from the exertion, but he felt fantastic. As they waited for his scores, Yuri turned to Viktor.

"Can we go into the change room for a little bit before doing interviews? I...uh...have a bit of a cramp and need your help stretching it out."

Viktor nodded eagerly. "Sure. I AM your coach, after all. Anything for my cute student!"

Yuri's face flushed a bit redder as he nodded.

"The score for Yuri Katsuki is 107.23."

Viktor turned to Yuri and threw his arm around him.

"Yuri, you're currently in first place!"

Yuri could barely hear Viktor over the crowd's deafening roar, but was able to make out just enough to get the gist. His smile widened and he returned Viktor's embrace. They both then let go and turned to wave at the crowd, with Viktor going the extra mile and blowing kisses at them. The gesture causing quite a few squeals of excitement from the ladies in the crowd. As they walked off toward the changing rooms, a few reporters tried getting their attention.

Viktor smiled and waved at them.

"Sorry, we'll be back out in a few minutes. Yuri has some cramping right now and we need to take care of that right away. We'll be out as soon as he's stretched and cooled down properly!"

The reporters nodded and proceeded to mill around aimlessly while they waited for the chance to interview the duo.

As soon as they stepped into the change room, Yuri began looking around. Viktor watched him with confused curiosity, but before he was able to say anything, Yuri came over and grabbed his hand.

"Yuri...what are you...?"

Yuri pulled him into en empty stall and locked the door behind him.

Mini-lemon!

When Yuri turned to face him, his eyes were filled to the brim with lust. Viktor knew that look quite well. He went quiet and just waited for Yuri to take the next step.

"I skated with you in mind today. Every step, every jump and every movement was dedicated to you. I have never felt so damn turned on during a performance and right now...I just NEED YOU."

Viktor nodded. "I am yours, Yuri. Always."

A deep growl bubbled forth from the back of Yuri's throat as he went down on his knees and undid Viktor's belt. He pulled down the zipper of his dress pants and unbuttoned them, before reaching into his bikini briefs to pull out the rapidly hardening flesh and giving it a firm squeeze.

"You are forbidden from uttering a single word and making any sounds with your mouth. Understood?"

Viktor's eyes widened and he swallowed hard before nodding slowly. Yuri took Viktor into his mouth and swirled his tongue around the sensitive tip before pushing his mouth further forward and taking him deeper into his mouth. Viktor tangled his hands in Yuri's hair and opened his mouth in a silent scream, his hips jerking forward a bit involuntarily. Yuri looked up and locked eyes with Viktor as he enthusiastically began bobbing his mouth back and forth along the Russian man's length. Viktor closed his eyes and removed one of his hands from Yuri's hair and closed it into a fist before using it to pound on the concrete wall a behind him. As Yuri picked up the pace and increased the use of his tongue, Viktor struggled to keep quiet. He removed his other hand from Yuri's hair and brought it up to cover his mouth. When Yuri began playing with his sensitive sac of flesh, it was too much. He bit down on his gloved hand as his release hit and Yuri milked him dry, swallowing every drop. Only when Yuri pulled away from him did even dare to finally allow a weak whimper to escape his lips.

Yuri smiled wickedly at Viktor as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Mmmm, that was great, Viktor. You take direction surprisingly well."

Viktor laughed as he exhaled the breath he'd been holding and ran his fingers through his hair.

"You really are just surprising everyone today, aren't you?"

Yuri nodded as he tucked Viktor back into his bikini briefs and did his pants back up.

"I guess you must have rubbed off on me, Mr. Nikiforov."

"I'd rather rub off against you."

Yuri chuckled quietly before finding his water bottle and taking a big swig before wiping his mouth once more. He put on his gloves and unlocked the stall door. He was about to step out when he felt Viktor's hand on his shoulder.

"Wait, what about you? Let me take care of you, too."

Yuri turned around and smiled warmly at the taller man.

"I appreciate the offer...but it'll just be too awkward with my costume and everything. Besides, I think people will start to get suspicious and potentially too nosy if we start taking too long. You can make it up to me later."

He gave Viktor a cheeky little wink before stepping out of the stall.

The Russian skater smiled as he shook his head in disbelief.I am the luckiest man in the world.

As soon as they stepped out of the change room, they were absolutely mobbed by reporters. The questions flew hard and fast and Yuri had to take a deep breath before doing his best to answer them all. Mostly, people wanted to know what kind of training he'd been doing to cause such improvement to his jumps. They asked how he was feeling being at number one with only two competitors left in his group, and how he felt the second group would fare, or if he thought anyone else would be able to beat his program score. The usual kind of stuff. Viktor was just off to the side fielding some questions of his own. Then one of the reporters asked him a peculiar question.

"Skater Katsuki, earlier on in the day you were issued a challenge by the Canadian Skater Jean-Jacques Leroy. What would you like to say to him right now?"

Yuri was a bit confused at first, and then recalled the moment the reporter had referenced. A big smile lit up his face as he addressed the man.

"It's quite common for there to be friendly competitive banter between skaters. He's a very talented skater and I look forward to facing off against him again during the free skate."

As if on cue, JJ poked his head from around a corner.

"I'm going to beat you Katsuki! You better watch your back!"

Yuri sighed before laughing and shrugging his shoulders at the reporter.

"See what I mean?"

Everyone laughed and Yuri took the opportunity to excuse himself and Viktor from the media circus. Viktor's phone started beeping and he called Yuri over after checking it.

"Come with me, there's somewhere we've gotta be right now."

Yuri was confused. He was not aware of any interviews or engagements they had to attend, but figured that maybe Viktor knew something he didn't, so just went along with it.

They walked to an area usually reserved for coaching staff and family.

"Yuri! Hey, Yuri! Over here!"

Yuri looked up to find his sister Mari and Minako Sensei in the stands.

"Mari nee-san! Minako-sensei! I didn't know you were going to be here!"

Mari ran down the stairs and threw he arms around her little brother.

"Viktor told us he wanted to keep it a secret and surprise you."

Minako Sensei was next in line for a hug. After the hug she stepped back and eyed his legs critically. She reached over and gave both of his thighs a squeeze.

"M-M-Minako Sensei! W-w-what are you doing?"

"These are some well-developed muscles you have here, Yuri. You've been working hard. I approve."

Yuri's face turned bright red as he stammered his thanks to his former ballet teacher.

They stopped off by the lockers and Yuri was able to change out his skates, costume and contacts. Then, the four of them left the arena and stopped off at Yuri and Viktor's room so that they could drop off their gear. The four of them then went out to dinner to enjoy a well-deserved meal and to get themselves caught up on the last three months.