CHAPTER SIX HUNDRED FIVE

With scary movies and unsettling stories giving way to more light-hearted fare, the anxieties of a night at the Broadmoor - even knowing it wasn't their lodging that was supposedly haunted - were relieved and forgotten. At least, it was believed as such.

Watching 'Jupiter Ascending' - which Yuri spent the first half of its run-time apologizing for, even though no one had any better ideas to change it to - was definitely a departure from 'Mama' earlier. By the time its more-than-two-hour story ended, half the room was on the edge of falling asleep.

"...Well, at least no one can complain that I kept them up." Yuri huffed quietly, sluggishly lifting himself out of the wedge between Viktor's frame and the couch. He turned around where he found himself, mouth open and ready to beckon his husband to follow, but he found that Viktor was asleep as well. Yuri deadpanned, "...Viktor."

All that was lacking was a snooze-bubble coming from the Russian's nose, but the picture was clear anyway; he was out cold.

Yuri narrowed his eyes slightly in contemplation; others around the room were waking each other up, and the pack was starting to come to as well. He turned a bit more where he sat and leaned over his partner's upturned shoulder, looking down at that tousled silver hair where it lay strewn over a fancy embroidered pillow. He curled his right hand over one arm, "Viktor. Wake up." He whispered, and kissed the edge of the man's ear.

Viktor's eyes twitched slightly, and he mumbled quietly as he felt Yuri cling around him. He finally opened his eyes though when he felt Makkachin come snuffling against his face, and he backed up slightly from the surprise. Yuri lifted up slightly to give him room to roll onto his back, and Viktor rubbed his face into his palms to clear off the pup-slobber. Fingers stayed over the bridge of his nose as he looked up with just one cracked eye, "...I fell asleep... Sorry, my love."

Shaking his head lightly, Yuri reached one hand over to rub the center of his partner's chest, "It's fine. I think almost everyone did. The movie was something of a bust."

"...I remember something really dumb about bees." The silver explained, speaking more normally again. He pulled his hands down from his face and clasped one around the palm on his sternum, "...And how they recognize Queens."

Yuri huffed a nervous laugh, "Yeah I thought that was dumb, too. That's not how bees work. At all. We call the hive heart a Queen, not them."

"I see. What do bees call their Queens then?"

"Bzzzzzt probably."

Viktor chortled a tired laugh, but then let his beloved help him to sit up. He rubbed Makkachin's noggin, then Ghost's as she yawned and approached. Tails were slowly swaying back and forth; even the pack knew it was bedtime. Jiro was watching from the pile of blankets and pillows, but he hadn't gotten up from his warm spot yet; he wouldn't until Yurio committed the crime of turning the main lights on.

Viktor hissed slightly against the bright illumination, eyes clenched shut for a moment before peeling open again one at a time. Everyone in the room felt the agony of being urged to get-up-and-get-going. Mercifully, the shuffle from the Parlor room to the upstairs was done without the prying and watchful eyes of any 'responsible adults,' and so the gaggle of teenagers and handful of wished-they-weres, plus their canines, made their way up to the second floor.

Pleasantries were given as the different sections of the group went down different ends of the long corridor, with the Rozovsky girls heading into their room directly opposite from the staircase. Yurio and Otabek waved tiredly as they headed left, and the remaining four skaters went right with the pups.

"Is everything set up for you both?" Yuri asked quietly, pausing with Viktor as they passed the last door before their own.

Phichit pushed the panel open, and he spotted the large rollaway bed that had been added to the single-bed room. He turned and nodded, "Yep, they brought up the second bed. We're good."

"G'night then. We'll go to the arena after breakfast for practice." Yuri said, and the group tiredly nodded before splitting up.

Viktor slid his arm around his partner's back as they made their way to the last room at the end of the hall, the quiet taps of dog-nails on the wooden panels between carpets accenting their own soft footsteps. The silver let out a quiet sigh, "All things considered, today was pretty decent, right?"

"I'm trying to decide whether the horror movie or my performance on the ice beforehand was worse." Yuri answered with a dry hint of sarcasm, "I'm not sure."

Viktor huffed, "We went through all that trouble to forget the horror movie and you bring it up!" He teased, pushing their door open to let their three dogs through. He and Yuri slipped in after, and Viktor pushed the door closed again, making sure it latched and locked. Just as he turned back though, he caught sight of Ghost and Makkachin jumping up onto the bed out the corner of his eye. Yuri had gracelessly gone down to one knee, and then sat on crossed legs, giving his Akita puppy some attention. Viktor slid in beside his partner, pressing up against the back of one shoulder and placed a kiss there to herald his arrival, "You were the only one who hadn't fallen asleep." He commented, lips grazing the younger man's shirt, "Not tired or too scared?" He mused.

"Unlike some people around here, I was actually interested in the movie." Yuri contested, and turned his head to press the bridge of his nose to his husband's brow, "...But maybe it was just a desperate attempt to avoid taking notice of the shadows in the back of the room."

Viktor snuffled a laugh, "That's what I thought. Don't you feel better now to get the truth off your chest?"

"If only to make room for other things."

"Oh~?" Viktor asked, lifting his chin off the shoulder-perch, a smile spreading across his face as he nosed at his beloved's lips, "I hope you're talking about me. I'm feeling less than smart right now." He said, half-laughing at his own expense, "I'm still half-asleep."

Yuri hummed a laugh of his own, "I'm talking about you."

"That's fantastic. Glad to hear it." The silver answered, and moved in the last half-inch to find his kiss, "Let's get started then." He whispered against his husband's lips, and moved immediately into another kiss, which was fairly happily received. He could feel the hum and the sigh behind it, followed by the relaxation of tensed muscles where their shoulders pressed together.

After a few soft passes, Yuri turned where he sat and leveled himself out, squared their shoulders and slid his arms over his partner's. He perched his elbows at the edge of that broad frame, with one palm moving up to slide into his husband's silvery hair, the other pressing gently flat to the man's back. Yuri carefully moved his legs, wrapping one around the back of his partner's seat while the other slid through Viktor's where they'd lain straight out in front of himself. He could feel Viktor's arm, palm pressed to the floor to hold himself up, moved in closer to press against his waist and side, thumb lifting up a little to press against one of his jeans pockets. The other hand began it's slow and steady creep, sliding up the inside of his thigh before going over his hip, and up the front of his shirt, feeling at every ridge and contour on its journey upward. The silver's palm pressed flat to his chest, roaming from just over his heart to the side, where he could feel the pinprick of sensitivity as that palm moved over one pink nub under the fabric. Viktor made a very deliberate press there, rubbing slightly with his thumb before moving to grope at the whole side with the full flat of his hand. To Yuri, the pinprick was like a tantalizing itch, and he wanted it given the attention he craved.

Viktor could easily feel the arousal of that nub, becoming more prominent under his cupped hand the more he moved it over the area. He moved his fingers down, threading that nub between them as he slid his hand further down, then up again, moving the thin fabric of his partner's shirt with them. Fingers tightened where Yuri held to him, pressing into his back and threading more adamantly through his hair, as though trying to pull him further into the moment. He offered a gentle suck on his beloved's tongue before smiling and moving down to the side of the man's neck, hand moving in tandem to go under that thin shirt and press against hot and needy skin. Lips nibbled on that pale neck, and Viktor tasted his way up under one ear, and down to the shirt hem, then slowly up again. His fingers rubbed and massaged at his husband's chest, and he could feel the pulses of urgency with every twitch forward of that lithe frame.

"...Now I regret picking such a long movie." Yuri said quietly, humming a breath between the kisses he felt on his skin. Viktor moved up under his ear again though, and the rest of his words caught in his throat.

"Why's that?" Viktor teased, the vibration of his voice tickling the skin before him.

"Because n-now I...can't have you fast enough." Yuri managed to answer, "I think I was imagining us more than watching the movie... My eyes saw what happened on the screen, but I wasn't really seeing what was there." He explained, trying to pull himself closer, clinging to his partner's body with legs pressing tighter where Viktor still sat between them.

"Let me help then," The silver suggested coyly, coming up from the neck to offer a quick kiss, hands moving quickly to pull his partner's shirt up and off over his head. His own shirt followed quickly after, cast aside on the nearest of the two yellow arm-chairs. He moved quickly back into his husband's space, feeling thin arms go over his shoulders again, holding to his head as he leaned into a new kiss. Yuri hummed eagerly as he felt the warmth of their bodies press together, practically gasping his relief against those lips, and Viktor was eager to capitalize on it. Still, without wanting to go too quickly, the Russian wrapped his arms around his husband's core, and pulled him closer in a tight hug before gently tilting the younger man back.

Gasping loudly in surprise, Yuri balked at the feeling of the cold hardwood against his bare skin, but only found Viktor snickering at him.

"Sorry, my love. I didn't even think about it." The silver mused, and painfully pulled away again to make some adjustments. He paused though and looked back, "Do you want to get on the bed?"

Yuri glanced up, face flushed, but spotted two dogs there claiming territory, and he looked back, "...I just need a pillow between me and the wood."

Viktor laughed, "Floor it is. It's been a while, I think." He surmised, quickly turning to push that nearest yellow chair clear off the rug it had been parked on, but not before grabbing the big velvet pillow from its seat. He turned and gestured for his beloved to come closer, threading the pillow behind his husband's back before offering a kiss to the man's nose, "Apologies for such a rude interruption."

"Only your deepest apologies will be accepted."

The Russian laughed a bit louder then, "I love how indirectly naughty you've become."

"It all began when I yanked you by your tie in Moscow." Yuri explained with a quiet purr, moving his hands to both sides of his partner's neck, and leaned closer, "Back when I proved to all of Russia that you were mine."

"So bold of you." Viktor agreed easily, and pushed into another kiss, very deliberately using the opportunity to push his husband back down again...and this time, onto a warm pillow rather than the cold hardwood floor. He was rewarded with a tremble of excitement, and the press of both legs wrapping around his waist. Viktor wedged his arms under his partner's back and held him close, pressing into as many kisses as he could. Soon though, it was Yuri's turn to offer nibbles and kisses to his own neck, and he relished every one of them. Though the stiffness of their jeans made feeling one another a little difficult, Viktor still began a very slow and subtle roll of his hips, offering a subtle pressure to his husband's core, and feeling the gentle, tighter squeezes of the legs around him.

Viktor moved his legs around, pulling his knees up around his partner's hips so he could hold himself up without his arms, and slid them both out from under the younger man's back. He massaged at the newly revealed skin, rubbing his thumbs and fingers against his beloved's sides, ribs, waist, and chest. With each new kiss, his fingers went a little bit lower, until he could feel the conspicuous gap between his partner's waistband and skin. Even the stretchy dark-blue elastic between them was slightly raised, and a few inches later, he found out why. His beloved's arousal had lifted both garments up where it was trying to find daylight and attention. A quick twist and a tug, and the jeans were parted, giving that hidden member a bit more room. Feeling at the elastic, Viktor felt the warm, damp spot he'd come to expect, and it only excited him more. The stretchy undergarment's waistband was pulled out of the way, and Viktor slid his fingers into the newly revealed space, hearing a hiss from his partner as his skin brushed against the dripping tip of that excited flesh.

"I'm starting to wonder if it hurts," Viktor teased, sliding his palm against his partner's bare stomach, that slick liquid trailing down his fingers where he barely touched that hot red skin, "I don't want to rush, but...shall I offer you relief?"

"I've been trying to hide it for an hour; please help." Yuri pleaded, practically wiggling where he laid. He was grateful for the kiss he got before Viktor started moving down his chest though, kissing his way down - with a brief pause to suck on each pink nub for good measure - leaving every inch of his travels slick and shiny.

When he finally got low enough that he had to back up where he was sitting, Viktor wasted no more time with teases and torments. He released the entirety of the length of his husband's desperate member, made sure the fabric wouldn't encroach on him again later, and went immediately down to kiss the dripping head.

Yuri gasped in anticipation, every muscle clenching from the rising need, but he was sure to keep one eye open to watch. That slick clear liquid his body created clung to his husband's lips from that first kiss, making a thin clear trail between the two. It broke a moment later, but Viktor descended after its source, and laid several more kisses along that eager flesh. Fingers soon joined to wrap around and lift it up from where it lay, begging, on Yuri's belly. Lips kissed gently at its head, then the rough texture of a tongue, licking that clear liquid away. Like before, Yuri's entire body quaked when he felt it, and Viktor wrapped his lips around the head, turning his posture as he rose and descended, pressing his tongue hard against the member's underside. He relished in his husband's gasps and quiet but breathy moans, every twitch and wiggle, and the sudden tighter clenched of the legs going out beside his chest.

For a moment, all Yuri could do was cup his hands over his mouth and try to remember to breathe. Every suck, every lick and twist send pulses of pleasure through him, making his skin tingle. Fingers threaded together over his nose, the tips of two pressing to the bridge between his closed eyes. Once the utter urgency of the need had passed, and he could finally just enjoy how it felt, Yuri lifted his hands away and raised both arms above his head, letting himself stretch out and open up to every sensation. With every downward bob of that silver head, he could feel the tickle of bangs on his skin, the tips bonded to thin points as they trailed through the fluid he'd dripped against himself earlier on. Viktor was quick to notice that as well, and made a point to lick that away a moment later, then returned to the suckle on the pulsing length. Fingers circled around the base and offered rhythmic squeezes and pulls, twisting gently around in time with each bob of lips around the tip, with periodic deep-dives to take as much into his mouth as he could before releasing again to catch his breath. Viktor could tell that his exquisite attention to detail had aroused that flesh even more than how he'd found it. He was careful though, and didn't want to do such a good job that his husband was spent before they'd really had any fun together.

Yuri seemed to be of the same mindset, and was determined to sit up, pushing his partner's noggin out of the way with his athletic core. He insisted on drawing the man's face up, and pressed in for a kiss, fingers fumbling blindly at the Russian's own waistband.

Viktor just huffed a laugh though, and pulled back just enough to speak against those lips, "You're a rare breed, demanding kisses from someone who's just gone down on you."

"I know where I've been," He insisted, "And if it's good enough for you, it's good enough for me."

The silver leaned into another kiss and smiled, "That's so like you. But...let me help." He teased, and moved his hands down, nudging blind fingers out of the way to undo the button and zipper on his beloved's behalf. He pushed the garments down with his thumbs hooked into the hem, and lifted up just enough to sit back down outside of them, pushing the fabric down his thighs. Yuri moved in quickly after that though, seeing that neglected flesh exposed to the air and needing just as much attention as he himself had just been given. He sat forward on his knees to get closer, pressed a hand to the center of his husband's chest, and offered a kiss as he pushed the man to lean back.

"Let me return the favor," He whispered, and kissed again. One hand went between the Russian's pale legs, kneading and rubbing at the inside of one thigh, inching closer to center with every squeeze.

Viktor leaned back against one hand to offer a bit more space, and watched eagerly as Yuri moved down his front, much the same way he himself had. Unlike Yuri though, Viktor pet his fingers through his beloved's hair as he descended, moving his hand down the younger man's neck and back, then through raven threads again. He smiled and gasped as he felt the wet heat encircle him, bobbing down with a twist, then going back up with the reverse twist. Fingers from one hand wrapped around his length, thumb and forefinger kneading and massaging the arousal between them. The other hand pressed to Viktor's chest, exploring and rubbing at every contour. Though less experienced, Yuri still did his very best, trailing his tongue down the length of that eager flesh before offering a bit of gentle attention to the round bundles at its base.

He's normally so reluctant to do any of this unless he's had a bit of liquid courage to help convince him, Viktor thought, threading his fingers through long raven hair, and watching his partner carefully, enjoying the sight. But he hasn't had anything to drink tonight at all. Maybe he's just been too stressed until now.

The silver let himself close his eyes, and simply melt into the feeling, letting the waves of electrical energy wash over him with every movement. His breaths became heavier, until a few uttered gasps finally escaped him, and he lost the strength in his perching-arm to keep him upright. Without a pillow of his own, Viktor felt the cold of the floor behind his shoulders, but it just added to the rest of what he was feeling, and soon it was warm anyway. He cracked one eye open again between quiet but vocal gasps, and watched his husband's efforts. Dark black hair parted on one side, swaying gently with each rise and descent. Soon, he beheld his partner using both hands to cradle the member, and kissed up its length before leaving off at the tip, brown eyes meeting blue.

A pale hand went forward, and one curled finger went under Yuri's chin, lifting him up and guiding him closer. Yuri went with it easily, all but floating over the Russian's bare frame before descending into a new kiss. Both of those hands then went to his waist, cupping over each side with thumbs softly stroking, guiding him down until hot and throbbing centers met. Viktor could feel the drip before skin touched though, and smiled into their kiss, moving his hands from waist to rump as the heat of their bodies melted into one another. The gentle massage on those rounded mounds of toned muscle responded eagerly, and Viktor felt the soft roll of hips over his own, members rubbing against one another. There were spots that were slick, and others that were tacky, giving it a unique feeling.

Yuri didn't seem terribly keen on it though, and sat up, trying to spread his home-made lube around, "...I don't think I'm making enough..."

"What a strange and lovely thing to have to worry about," Viktor mused, "To think, you used to be so embarrassed that you made any at all."

"Well..." He stammered, and looked down slightly with cheeks bright, "You never made me feel ashamed of it, so..."

"And I never will. But let's find the stash so we can carry on, yes?" Viktor added, and even with his partner still perched on his hips, the silver lifted up and half-scooted/half-crab-walked over towards the cabinet with their television. All the better, it was right where Yuri's pillow had been put, and once Viktor withdrew their velvet fun-bag from one of the drawers, he laid down onto it, silver hair fanned over the yellow velvet. He started to rifle through the bag, withdrawing one bottle at a time, "Here's the one that tastes like strawberry...the regular one...the warming one... Oh there's the one that makes the skin all tingly."

"Mix 'n match?"

"Warm and tingly?"

"Yesss."

"I love how adventurous you are." Viktor mused, and put the bag down as he held up one of each bottle, "Pretty soon you'll let me take you in a public place."

Yuri blanched instantly, "Not with people around ohmygod."

"Aha! So you'd totally let me do it!"

Yuri's face was bright red, and it didn't help that he felt both lubes dripping down onto his skin at the same time, "I've...taken it into consideration, after what you said about my supposed kinks."

"Confirmed kinks," Viktor corrected, capping the bottles so he could start to massage the liquids all around, "I think the time at NHK was the closest to really being public that we ever got."

"What, not the time at the Ice Castle?"

"Well..."

"We had to quit in the middle of it because you realized you left our stuff in your coat...on the rink wall."

"Oh right." The silver laughed, giving a gentle buck to improve the mood, and found his beloved coming down towards him, "We'll have to do that again sometime."

"I can agree to that." Yuri nodded, and turned his head to find a kiss between them. He set his elbows into the pillow on either side of his partner's shoulders, holding himself up just enough that the Russian's hands could continue to rub and tease, everything now slick and slippery. A few seconds longer, and Yuri could feel the warming agent starting to kick in, and the subtle tingle that followed. As the sensation grew, Yuri felt the urge to sit back up again, and has he rose, he felt his partner's legs come up under him, knees lifted and parted behind his back. He leaned back against them, and half-closed his eyes, watching his husband's hands rub their centers together. The need for those 'apologies' was starting to bubble up to overflowing though, and Yuri lifted his hips up and moved one hand between them to push his partner's arousal under himself, then sat back down again. Viktor watched him closely, but soon knew what his plan was. A palm pressed flat against that flesh, pushing it up against Yuri's back end, and slid up and down against it, holding it there in the cleft.

Viktor continued to rub on the front though, keeping his husband's length occupied and tended-to while Yuri made ready for their next step. Though he couldn't see it, he could feel it by the occasional nudged of his length against the back of his partner's hand. He's never gotten himself ready like this before...how interesting, Viktor thought, sights still on those cherry-hazel eyes. Before too long, the Russian felt the switch, and the back of Yuri's hand became the palm again, pressing him closer. Once he started to rise up onto his knees though, Viktor knew the moment was coming. That precious heat, the delectable tightness, and the gasp of a quiet moan as Yuri felt every inch go inside, until he could lower himself all the way down, flat against the hips beneath him.

Hands traded again after that, with Viktor's moving down to cradle over his partner's thighs, and Yuri's going to his own arousal. As the gentle roll of hips began, Yuri rubbed on himself in Viktor's full sight.

"My my..." Viktor commented, "You never cease to amaze me."

"...Eh?" Yuri blinked, hesitating in his motions for a second, but then picking up again with diverted focus, "What do you mean?"

"You're so relaxed and into it." The silver explained, "I don't know, it just seems like it's different suddenly."

"Maybe I'll graduate soon," Yuri added, finding his zen again and moving his hands with purpose, "And we can try the toy thing again without me losing my mind over it."

Viktor lifted his hands defensively and smiled, "Only when you say so."

"Soon."

"Good enough for me." He agreed easily, raising his hands back up to slid down from his partner's chest to his thighs again. His rhythm started to pick up, hips rolling with a bit more force, the delectable sound of slick skin moving in and out filling the air. One hand abandoned center as Viktor watched his beloved surrender to the growing pressure, fingers clenching over his heart as his remaining hand continued its rubs and tugs. Soon, cognizant attempts at staying quiet gave way to barely-audible whimpers. Viktor slid his hands up to the crevice of Yuri's hips, where those legs parted over his frame, and he increased his speed slightly.

Trying to stifle his growing volume, Yuri bit down on the tip of his thumb, gasping and letting out the occasional stammer, but loving the feeling of every thrust. Once the 'assistance' out front was abandoned, Viktor knew he had to change things up; his beloved was getting too close to finishing, but the tantalization of putting him so close, only to pull him back again, was even better. Viktor pushed up onto his elbows and turned them both around, placing his husband back-down against the warm yellow pillow, never once withdrawing, and restarted his thrusts as soon as he was upright.

Legs stayed around him at first, knees pushing into his ribs. They came up though soon after, arms hooked under the back of Yuri's knees to keep his feet up as Viktor leaned forward. Ankles then perched on the Russian's shoulders as he continued on, eagerly thrusting faster and harder as his beloved beckoned him. Their positions changed one more time, and Viktor withdrew to allow his partner to flip over, clutching the pillow in his arms. Viktor slid in from behind again, and slowly picked up the pace to where he'd been before, those satisfying wet slapping noises rising up from his efforts.

Yuri bit down on the pillow's sewn edge as he drew near to the end again, hugging it tight. He felt Viktor's hands pulling him up as those thrusts became urgent, speeding up until the shockwave hit. Electricity arced from center to the tips of Yuri's fingers and toes, even making his scalp tingle as his body shuddered all at once. Viktor's pressure-campaign continued though, even as Yuri started to slump forward into the pillow, unable to find the strength to hold himself up as the pulses continued. He cried out into the fabric, muffling his volume as well as he could. When he felt Viktor's release, the Russian pressed hard and deep, crying out with little regard for whether they were heard. In that moment though, Yuri didn't mind. Something about it made him feel a sense of pride, that it was his body and his love that made Viktor Nikiforov cry out loudly in such a way.

The silver fell forward against Yuri's back and hugged him as well as he could, panting to catch his breath as sweat beaded on their skin, shining in the warm light of their room. He kissed the backs of both shoulders before finally giving in to the exhaustion of his ecstasy. The throb from center continued within the heat of his husband's body, and he stayed right where he was for as long as he could.

"I th-think...you're right..." Yuri managed between breaths.

"I am...? You do?" The silver answered, sliding off to his side, but staying within, so his husband could breathe more easily.

"About...me being more relaxed, and into it..." Yuri went on, looking over his shoulder, "I...I feel like I could just...enjoy it, and not worry."

Viktor nodded against his spouse's back, and kissed a shoulder again, hugging the man with one arm draped over his side, "I guess letting someone else take care of us this week was the best thing we could've done."

"Yeah..." The younger agreed, reaching down to pull up the hand pressed to his chest, and kissed the fingers, "I'm really glad we've had this chance. I feel lighter...even being sick."

"Agreed." Viktor nodded, speaking against his beloved's skin, "Let's really enjoy this weekend, okay?"

"Absolutely." Yuri answered, and twisted in place to seek a kiss, "I love you, Viktor. More than I could ever say."

Viktor's eyes shone, and he gave another kiss, "I love you too, Yuri. Forever and always."

Yuri smiled, then looked up to the foot of the bed they'd collapsed in front of, "...Think we should evict the pack now?" He mused.