Home. This was Yuuri's home. Viktor found his smile growing wide. "This is your family's onsen?"
Yuui chuckled, "Ah, no. That's another hour or so south. This is my own home."
Oh. Well, of course it was a little early to be meeting the parents. This was still Yuuri's home, though, and Viktor's excitement didn't dampen. Makkachin, too, was showing plenty of excitement as she ran around with Vicchan. "Wow! It's incredible! We don't really have homes like this. Everything is just apartment buildings in Russia."
"I'm sure your apartment is nice," Yuuri argued, extending a hand for Viktor to take.
Viktor shrugged as he took Yuuri's hand and let the omega lead him across the gravel towards the large entrance. "It is very nice, but it's not this. How's the bathroom situation? I'm quite looking forward to -,"
"Aniki!" A young voice shouted in excitement and Viktor watched as a blur of orange and red head towards them before coming to a quick halt and bowing. He started speaking in Japanese so fast that Viktor wondered if even Yuuri understood what he was saying.
Yuuri laughed and responded to the teenager. "Ah, Viktor, this is Minami Kenjirou. You could say that he is a protege of mine."
Kenjirou's eyes sudden lit up in hearts and he spoke in heavily accented English. "It's really you! Viktor!"
Viktor smiled. "A fan?!" How on earth could someone this cute and innocent be in the Yakuza? "A commemorative photo?!"
The younger omega was pulling out his phone quicker than Viktor could blink. "Please!"
Seung Gil muttered unhappily with a sneer as he walked by with Viktor and Yuuri's luggage in tow while the photo was being taken. As soon as the photo was finished Kenjirou started going on in fast string of jumbled English about how much he loved Viktor's skating and his favorite programs. Viktor felt like his head was spinning as he tried to keep up, so he simply kept smiling.
"Yuuri."
All three heads popped up. A woman was leaning against the doorframe with a cigarette hanging out of her mouth and sleeves rolled up to show full length tattoos. Her face wasn't a happy one and Viktor wondered who she was and looked to Yuuri for an answer. The confidence Yuuri seemed to always carry was gone and there was a nervous look on his face.
"Mari-neechan," Yuuri stuttered followed by something in Japanese.
The woman didn't say anything else, simply puffed out a ring of smoke.
"Yuuri?" Viktor asked softly. "Who is that?"
Yuuri swallowed anxiously. "My sister."
Blinking in surprise Viktor looked back to the woman and suddenly noticed how much they looked alike, especially in the eyes. "What's she doing here?"
Licking his lips, Yuuri looked to Kenjirou for an answer, but the smaller omega only lowered his eyes and shrugged. "I guess I don't know, but I imagine I'll find out soon. Minami-kun, please show Viktor to my room."
Kenjirou bowed quickly. "Of course, Aniki! "
Without another word Yuuri was moving past Viktor towards the entrance and his sister. Viktor felt a moment of helplessness that stung his alpha at seeing Yuuri like this. Something was wrong and he only wanted to comfort his omega. There was nothing to do but follow Kenjirou and wait, however.
The property was incredible with traditional open walkways and several gardens nestled between the connected sections of the home. The dogs followed on their heels, Vicchan seemingly knowing exactly where to go. They approached a separate section of the house and Kenjirou slid a large door open and bowed, signally for Viktor to enter.
It wasn't a particularly large bedroom, but it was beautiful nonetheless. The bed was large, though traditional in style low on the ground. The walls were clean with minimal art depicting dragons and cherry blossoms. A separate sitting section sat off the the side with pillows next to a kotatsu. Then, the large window doors to the bathroom caught his eye and he gasped. On the other side was a large pool that looked out into a private part of the garden. It was beautiful and reminded him of the onsens he had been to in the past. A clear inspiration.
"Are you really going to become Aniki's mate?" Kenjirou asked hopefully as Viktor looked around.
Viktor paused and looked at several photos on a desk. There was one of him long before he and Yuuri had ever met and he smiled. "I hope so."
That made Kenjirou light up again. "He always seems so lonely, especially lately. I don't like seeing him like that. You'll make him happy, won't you?"
"The happiest," Viktor assured. "Though, Seung Gil is not as excited as you are about me becoming Yuuri's mate. We'll have to work on that!"
Kenjirou hummed. "He's...just protective of Aniki . It's not just against you. He doesn't want anyone to hurt Aniki. He means well."
It was the same song and dance Yuuri had fed Viktor. Of course, Viktor did believe it, but it hardly seemed an excuse to be so terribly cold towards him. "So, Kenjirou. What's your story? How did you end up here with Yuuri?"
Kenjirou's gaze went down and he suddenly looked like nothing more than a child with a nervous smile. "My parents...they accumulated a lot of debt and got themselves in a bad situation. In order to help pay things off they sold me to an alpha when I was only 13."
Viktor's breath audibly hitched. Thirteen. He was sold at thirteen.
"He was...um…," Kenjirou cleared his throat. "Not nice. I also wasn't the only omega that he kept. There were others. Some older, some younger. It was...horrible."
A feeling of deep regret hit Viktor in the stomach. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean-,"
"No, no, it's ok!" Kenjirou put on a smile. " Aniki saved me. He saved all of us. He gave us all food, shelter, and work. We are all in debt to him forever. I would give my life for him."
Viktor already thought Yuuri was a god in his own right with his incredible scent and body that trembled beneath his hands, but to hear how others worshipped him...it made Viktor feels things he never really had before. Amazement? Awe? Viktor didn't know exactly. Yuuri has kept saying he wasn't a good person because he'd killed, but surely, if it were people like the alpha that had hurt Kenjirou, they deserved it….right? Yuuri was a hero.
"Ah, well, do you need anything else?" Kenjirou asked, breaking the mood. "I better go let the kitchen know we have a few extra guests."
"Oh, no, thank you very much. I'll just wait for Yuuri," Viktor smiled, already feeling badly enough for his previous questions.
Kenjirou left sliding the door behind him and leaving Viktor alone with the dogs. Viktor looked around and spotted the bed, figuring he could lay down and wait, but….well. This was his chance to snoop a little. Yuuri still hadn't been forthcoming of much information so maybe Viktor could find something in the room that would give a hint of the omega's life.
Viktor started with the desk where he had found his own photo. There were others among them, including one of a younger Yuuri and three other people. Viktor recognized one as his sister. Picking it up he looked it over. Those must have been Yuuri's parents. The resemblance was obvious. The photo was calm and full of smiles making it hard to believe that all four people in the photo were part of the Yakuza.
Setting it down he looked to the next photo: a younger and chubby Yuuri and a puppy Vicchan. Viktor's heart melted. Taking out his phone he took a photo, never wanting to go without that picture again. Viktor wanted all the photos of Yuuri as a kid. If he ever got the chance to meet his parents he would ask for all the baby pictures that he could get his hands on.
The next photo had Viktor's breath hitch. It was a teenage Yuuri smiling brightly with a medal around his chest and arm wrapped around another boy with darker skin who was also holding up a medal. A rink mate, perhaps? It was clearly from some sort of skating competition. Yuuri looked so incredibly happy. Viktor had never seen him smile like that before.
There was no other photos on the desk so Viktor looked around the room to where he would search next. The closet seemed the next best place. Sliding the closet door open he found himself disappointed. It was monotonous with suit after suit and not much else. Viktor wasn't sure what he had expected, but it was something more than just this. Sighing heavily, Viktor moved to slide the door shut when his eyes caught a large chest tucked away in the far corner. Ah. What was that? Viktor took a step forward towards the chest.
"Viktor?"
Viktor jumped back and quickly moved back out of the closet, smiling brightly. "Yuuri! There you are! Your closet it is all full! Where am I supposed to put my things?"
Yuuri chuckled. "Somehow I feel like I'd need a whole other room to fit all your things in a closet."
"Are you trying to say I'm materialistic?" Viktor teased, sliding the closet door shut and pushing the chest into the back of his mind for now.
"Are you not?" Yuuri fired back, picking up Vicchan who was scratching excitedly at his legs.
"I am," Viktor admitted. "And you're right. My clothes wouldn't fit in your closet." While Yuuri still smiled, it started to fade and Viktor frowned. "Yuuri...is everything ok? Why is your sister here?"
"Well," Yuuri started, absent scratching Vicchan's head, "She was here to make sure I hadn't kidnapped you."
Viktor blinked in surprise. "Kidnap me? Why would she think that?!"
"Why else would a living legend be hanging out with someone like me?" Yuuri shrugged.
Frowning heavily, Viktor closed the gap between them and took Yuuri into his arms. "Stop that, Yuuri. Don't say things like that. I want to be with you, more than anything." How could Viktor prove to Yuuri that he was the lucky one and not the other way around? Yuuri rested his head against Viktor's shoulder and the alpha let his chin rest upon his black locks. "Um...Yuuri. This may be a stupid question, but why would the mafia care if you kidnapped someone? Isn't that normal for you guys?"
Yuuri laughed and pulled away. "Believe it or not, no. The Yakuza are different from other mafia organizations. We don't' like attention. Kidnapping someone is one of our biggest no-no's, especially someone as high profile as you. Word has been getting out that we've been together, it seems."
"Is that a bad thing?" Viktor asked. "I don't think it is. I want the world to know I was lucky enough to grab you!"
The heavy frown returned to Yuuri's face. "As much as I'd like that, we have to keep it as quiet as we can. I have enemies, Viktor. I don't want to give anyone a chance to try and use you against me. You could get hurt."
"You'll protect me," Viktor countered without any hesitation.
Yuuri smiled softly, but full of doubt as he set Vicchan down and moved to the dresser to open a drawer and pulled out some clothes. "Well, please, make yourself at home. Dinner is being prepared and I've had one of my finest bottles of sake brought out for us to enjoy."
Viktor watched as Yuuri disrobed, muscles fluttering with every movement and making his tattoos come alive. It made desire pool in his belly and he snaked a pair of arms around Yuuri's naked torso. "How much time do we have?"
Huffing, Yuuri playfully wiggled his way out of the alpha's hold. "Not that long. We'll have plenty of time for that tonight."
"Oh! Promise?" Viktor beamed at the prospect. Not like they hadn't been alone together, fucking every which way possible, over the course of the last month.
"Mmhmm," Yuuri hummed, exchanging his suit jacket and dress shirt for an oversized plain tshirt and then leaning up for a kiss. "And since we are separated from the rest of the house, we won't have to worry about staying so quiet."
Viktor smirked, already thinking of all the ways he'd make Yuuri scream. "I like you in casual clothes like this. You should wear it more often."
"I wish I could, too," Yuuri admitted. "I don't really like wearing suits. I never have. I don't think I'd get much respect if I showed up looking like this to other Yakuza leaders, though."
"Hmm, I don't know, you could start a new trend," Viktor suggested.
Rolling his eyes Yuuri ruffled his hair so it fell out of it's slick backed hold and slipped his glasses on. "Come on, then. I'm hungry."
Poodles on their heels Yuuri and Viktor left the beautiful master bedroom and headed down the outside hallways to another portion of the house. Viktor couldn't help but open his mouth in awe at the beauty of the property.
"Everything is so beautiful and natural. We hardly have any sort of gardens outside of public places in Russia," Viktor mused. "Concrete jungle. Though, isn't it uncomfortable moving around outside if the weather isn't great?"
"It's not like you're outside for very long," Yuuri argued, "And I'd rather be cold for a few minutes in order to appreciate the beauty of the snow, wouldn't you? My favorite times are when it rains. Sometimes I'll just sit out here with Vicchan and watch."
Viktor wanted nothing more than to sit outside and watch the rain with Yuuri and Vicchan. Makkachin would be there, too, of course. Truthfully, Viktor wanted nothing more than to just live here permanently. He loved Russia. It was his home. But...there was nothing like this there. Plus, Yuuri was here, and that was really what mattered most.
A waft of delicious scent filled Viktor's nose as Yuuri slid open the door to what was obviously the dining room. The alpha could see the kitchen at the far end where two women were busy working. Seung Gil, Kenjirou, and Yuuri's sister were all at the table as well as an additional two men Viktor had never seen before. Likely more members of Yuuri's clan.
Yuuri reached for Viktor's hand and squeezed it in a nervous motion. Viktor squeezed back, wondering if the omega's nerves were because of his sister. With a tug Yuuri guided Viktor to the table and motioned for him to sit. "Um, Mari, this is Viktor. Viktor, this is my sister Mari."
"Hi!" Viktor beamed, putting on his best smile.
Mari, an alpha if Viktor ever saw one, did not look impressed. "So. You're Viktor, huh?"
"Last time I checked," Viktor answered, trying his best to keep the mood light.
It didn't seem to be working very well. "And why would the world's greatest figure skater want to be with my brother?"
Oh. She must have been trying to make sure Yuuri hadn't been lying about his alleged kidnapping. "Why wouldn't I be? He's perfect." Viktor brought up their still linked hands and placed a kiss to the back of Yuuri's.
"He's a criminal," Mari said simply, taking a sip of the her sake.
"And that means he doesn't deserve love?" Viktor questioned, matching Mari with her movement as he, too, took a sip of sake. "I think we've all done things we aren't exactly proud of."
Mari took another sip. "You will most likely get hurt. Or worse."
"I could get hurt skating. Or worse." He was not going to let her intimidate him. At least on the outside. On the inside he was screaming at himself to stop antagonizing a mafia member.
"Mari-neechan, please," Yuuri sighed. "Can we just eat in peace?"
Mari hummed, not favorable with Yuuri's request but conceding to it nonetheless. The women Viktor had seen in the kitchen came to them with several bowls of food in hand, stopping at each person to hand them a bowl. Viktor could smell they were both omegas as they passed by. He figured anyone who was here under Yuuri's watch probably was. Viktor wondered who the others were that were in the room, but Yuuri made no move to introduce him so he didn't ask.
"Viktor, are you going to stay here a while?" Kenjirou piped up as they all started to eat.
Viktor's heart sank a bit at the question. "Not very long, I'm afraid. For now, at least. Yuuri here is being mean and making me skate one more season before I can retire and stay here permanently."
"I'm not letting you retire the year before the Olympics," Yuuri argued, not bringing up the ultimatum he had left Viktor with. Which was fine. That was just between the two of them.
"Aniki said I could come watch you skate tomorrow!" Kenjirou exclaimed. "I can't wait!"
Seung Gil grunted across the table and Viktor pouted. "Hey, this will be the last time you are forced to watch me skate for a while!"
The omega paused mid-sip of his sake, clearly surprised by Viktor's comment. He quickly recovered with a frown. "If only it were the last time I'd be forced to look at you."
Wow. How sweet. "I assure you the feeling is mutual."
The omega's jaw tightened, but he offered no additional comments. Satisfied he had won that round, Viktor turned to enjoying his meal. While Yuuri had ensured Viktor had been fed the finest of cuisine the last month, it was nice to eat something that felt homemade. Plus, it was delicious.
Mari started talking with Yuuri again in Japanese and Viktor mostly ignored it. Until Yuuri's voice started to get heated and Viktor could smell the distress coming off of him. The conversation became uncomfortable quickly and Viktor didn't need to understand the words to understand it was escalating to something ugly. Everyone else in the room sensed it, too.
"Yuuri?" Viktor asked, voice laced with concern. He was ignored. It didn't take a genius to realize whatever this was was about him. "Yuuri, please."
Seung Gil stepped forward, guarded look turned uneasy. "Aniki?"
Mari and Yuuri's voices got louder and they started shouting over each.
"MARI!" Yuuri growled, fists slamming the table. The entire room froze, Viktor included. Yuuri's breaths were loud in the silence. With trembling hands he reached up and removed his glasses and smoothed back his hair. "Mari. You are upsetting him."
Viktor put a hand on Yuuri's thigh. "Yuuri, no, it's ok, really-,"
Yuuri slapped it away and glared. "I wasn't talking about you, Viktor. Contrary to popular belief, you aren't the center of the universe."
Viktor had never recoiled so fast at the omega's anger. Yuuri has spoken Russian. Flawless Russian. He'd mentioned he had studied it briefly, but this was practically perfect. The look in Yuuri's eyes made his stomach turn. It was the same look that had greeted him that night in the bathroom.
Seung Gil finally moved, the only one to dare do so. To Viktor's surprise, he put an arm between Viktor and Yuuri in almost a protective move and pulled the alpha to his feet. "Come on, let them fight this out. You shouldn't have to watch this. Sibling rivalry."
"Are you scared of me yet, Viktor?" Yuuri asked, again in perfect Russian.
Was this some sort of test? Swallowing, Viktor straightened himself to show that he wasn't afraid. "No. Of course not. She's upset you and you're angry. A natural response."
"I'm hardly upset," Yuuri said simply, dabbing at his mouth with a napkin delicately and staring Mari down.
Mari's jaw was tight and her entire body was tense. Kenjirou looked almost frightened next to her. What was going on? Truly? Did Yuuri get upset like this often? Viktor had never seen it. Yuuri had shown him nothing but love. If anything, he'd been the complete opposite of this with the exception of that one brief moment that anyone would have missed if they'd blinked.
"Viktor," Seung Gil said again, his eyes pleading in a way that had him bothered.
Swallowing, Viktor nodded and backed up. "I'll take the dogs out."
"Good idea," the omega responded, finally releasing his hold on Viktor.
"Makkachin! Vicchan! Let's go!" Viktor exclaimed, putting on his best smile to get the poodles excited. Both instantly bounded towards him and he led them out. The hit of fresh air void of alpha and omega pheromones was a relief.
What the hell had gone on?
After both dogs had done their business Viktor took them back to the bedroom and sighed. This wasn't how he had imagined their first night here together, but nothing with Yuuri had ever really gone to plan. Mostly in a good way, but, rough patches were normal. Right? Reluctantly, Viktor left the incredibly enticing bath (practically a pool) alone and simply took a shower.
An hour passed and Yuuri was nowhere to be seen. The bed felt extremely empty even though Makkachin and Vicchan were happily curled up next to him. Seung Gil was probably right that it was just family drama that Yuuri and Mari needed to dish out on their own, but Viktor couldn't help but feel worried. Incredibly so. Yuuri had surprised him and not in a good way at dinner. Well, not really in a bad way, either. Just surprised.
Eventually, Viktor had to put his phone down and decide to go to sleep. Rehearsals were in the morning and he needed to be at his best for the final performance. His body was exhausted after so many shows, but Yuuri had helped keep his mind fresh up until now. Now, he felt the weight of everything coming down on him without the omega next to him to sooth his worries.
Viktor fell asleep in an empty bed.
/*/
The next morning, Viktor came to slowly. His mind woke first and he gradually wiggled his toes and let his legs stretch. That's what he noticed he was not alone in bed as his foot touched a calf that was not his. Blinking his eyes open he rolled over and smiled at the sight of unruly black hair poking out from beneath the covers. Snaking his arms around Yuuri's waist Viktor started placing gentle kisses to the back of the omega's neck. This was the first time that Yuuri had still been in bed with Viktor when he woke up, the omega usually already dressed in his suit with breakfast ready to go.
Yuuri groaned unhappily. "Five more minutes…"
Viktor chuckled. "But Yuuri, you are usually always up before me!"
"Mmm that's not me...I hate mornings," Yuuri mumbled, hugging himself into a ball away from Viktor.
"Not you? Sure. Must be your twin brother I don't know about," Viktor teased, following Yuuri across the bed. "What time did you come to bed?"
Yuuri finally rolled onto his back and rubbed at his eyes. "I don't know…"
Viktor frowned at that as he propped his head up on his elbow. "I'm sorry for any problems I caused with your sister."
Realizing his master was awake, Vicchan climbed onto Yuuri's chest and the omega began to pet him absently. "It's not your fault."
It sort of felt like it was. "Well, if anything, I learned that you were being quite modest with your Russian abilities!"
Yuuri frowned. "What do you mean?"
Viktor laughed. "You were perfect when you spoke it last night! You told me you only knew a little bit! From what I could tell we could speak to each other just fine." Yuuri's frown only deepend and he looked confused. "Yuuri? Do you not remember?"
Sighing, Yuuri rubbed at his forehead. "Right, sorry. A lot happened last night. I guess I just don't have a lot of confidence in my abilities."
"I don't know why, but if you'd like I could certainly help you," Viktor offered.
Yuuri coaxed Vicchan off of him and threw back the covers. "Thank you, but right now I'd just rather speak in English if you don't mind."
Something was bothering Yuuri and Viktor's heart sank as Yuuri got out of the bed. "Are you sure you are ok?"
The smile Yuuri put on was obviously forced. "I'm sure, just tired. Arguments with Mari are exhausting. Wasn't the first and won't be the last. Come shower with me. You have to get going soon."
Ah, finally! Viktor flung the covers off so fast they smacked Makkachin in the face, the poodle groaning in displeasure. Viktor was owed after the argument ruined Yuuri's promise for last night. Clothes left a trail behind them, Viktor finally catching up to a smirking Yuuri and capturing his lips. In the full light of the bathroom, sun peeking through the full windows, Viktor could clearly see the shadows under Yuuri's eyes and his heart sank. He'd just have to kiss all of Yuuri's worries away.
Yuuri separated just long enough to find the handle for the water and turned it on and then returned to their deep kisses. Viktor had always thought that sex in the shower was risky with so many possibilities for injuries, but he didn't care about any of that as Yuuri sunk to his knees and looked up at Viktor through thick black lashes. A heavy sigh left his lips and his head fell back against the wall as Yuuri took his length into his mouth. This was heaven.
Determined not to let Yuuri's knees bruise, Viktor only let him suck him off until he started to feel the beginnings of his orgasm and then pinned the omega against the wall. The natural stone floors of the bathroom gave him a grip normal tiles didn't and he fucked into Yuuri hard leaving bruises along his neck and shoulders.
Viktor wished the stream from the shower hadn't washed away the cum dripping down Yuuri's inner thigh so quickly.
A brightness returned to Yuuri's eyes after they wrapped themselves in towels that had Viktor soaring. He wished he didn't have to leave that light. "I don't want to go to practice," he pouted as he let the towel dry to start putting on his clothing.
"It's the last time," Yuuri reminded him, approaching the dresser and reaching for a comb.
Last time. Right. While the exhausted part of Viktor was glad that this would be the last night of performing, the pining alpha side of him was reminded this meant the end of his stay in Japan. "I don't want to leave you…"
Yuuri's hand slowed and he eventually put the comb down looking at Viktor through the mirror. "I'll be at every competition."
"I know, but it's not the same," Viktor whined, dramatically falling onto the bed. "Makka is nice and all but she doesn't warm me up quite the same way you do."
"Don't listen to him, Makka. He doesn't mean it," Yuuri told the poodle playfully.
"Yuuri!" Viktor wailed, heart broken at such betrayal! "I'm serious!"
Chuckling, Yuuri walked over to the bed and joined Viktor on it. "And so am I. I mean it. I'll be there."
"And when will you tell me something?" Viktor questioned, a gasp as he realized what he'd just asked. "S-sorry, I -,"
Yuuri placed a hand on Viktor's cheek. "No...you're right. You've stuck with me so far. Win me gold in China, and I'll tell you what happened. Why I quit skating."
Viktor's breath hitched at the promise. "Really?"
"I promise."
Grabbing Yuuri's hand Viktor placed a kiss to the palm. "Then I will most certainly win gold."
"Good," Yuuri smiled. "But first, you have to give me one last performance."
Viktor groaned heavily into the pillow.
Mari was nowhere to be found at breakfast, for which Viktor was thankful. It wasn't like he personally had any beef with her, but it was clear her presence had upset Yuuri and that was enough to bother him. Instead, the meal was spent mostly in silence with just them and Seung Gil who never said much anyway. Somehow, Seung Gil driving him to the rink with an irritating frown was a relaxing familiarity.
"I know you are upset, mon ami , but I am happy to get home to Markus," Chris had argued when Viktor began his excessive pouting at rehearsals.
"Chris, honestly, this isn't about you," Viktor groaned.
The omega rolled his eyes. "It never is, my dear. Long distance is hard, but I have a feeling you two will make it work. As they say; Absence makes the heart grow fonder."
"I think that saying is a lie," Viktor groaned. "I have to wait another two months to see him!"
"Well, isn't it great that technology exists these days? You can both rub your dicks off through Facetime," Chris wiggled his eyebrows, making the motion with his hand.
"Really, you two?" Michele growled as he skated by. "Not everyone wants to hear your sex talk!"
Chris laughed. "Now, now, Mickey, don't be jealous! Maybe if you weren't so busy keeping suitors away from your sister you might be able to participate in this conversation."
Michele's face turned bright red and he stormed off muttering in Italian.
"Must you?" Viktor asked, though amusement was tugging his lips upwards.
"I must," Chris confirmed proudly. "He's too easy."
It was easy to tell during rehearsals that exhaustion was getting to all of them, but everyone picked themselves up after a fall or a lapse in choreography. They were all fighters and experienced with having to push through sore muscles. It also helped that they could all clearly see the light at the end of the tunnel.
Viktor doesn't get to see Yuuri at all during their downtime before the show. He'd be a liar if he said that didn't upset him, but he also knew Yuuri would be there watching with a bouquet of flowers just like he had been every other show. Even though they were just flowers, Viktor loved every one. No one had ever shown him love like that before.
Love.
Yes, Viktor could definitely say he was madly in love.
Almost every skater managed a clean program their final go and celebration began the moment they retreated off the ice to the locker rooms. There was cake, bottles of champagne, and balloons galore. Of course it was nice and enjoyable, but Viktor had other things on his mind. Things like Yuuri and that bath they still hadn't used just yet.
Yuuri greeted him with not one but two bouquets. Viktor chuckled and scooped him up for a kiss. "Two? I'm honored!"
"Actually, one was from Minami-kun, but he got too embarrassed and told me to tell you it was from me," Yuuri explained.
Viktor smiled. "Really? Who knew Yakuza got embarrassed."
Yuuri elbowed him. "Don't let him fool you. He's quite serious about his work and very good at what he does. He could give Seung Gil a run for his money in certain situations.'
"I find that hard to believe," Viktor confessed as Yuuri started to guide him towards the SUV where said omega was likely waiting.
"I hope you never have to see for yourself," Yuuri mused thoughtfully, the mood dropping suddenly.
Viktor gave Yuuri a squeeze. "I think I'm still promised a nice long soak in that onsen-type bath of yours, no?"
The smile returned to Yuuri's face. "That can be arranged."
Embarrassingly, Viktor practically falls asleep in the bath and nothing even remotely sexy happens. Yuuri laughs and lovingly takes care of the alpha. He helps dry him off, comb his hair, and tuck him under the covers. When Viktor tiredly mumbles for Yuuri not to leave him the omega assures he's going nowhere and is nestled in his arms until he drifts into the darkness. It was the hardest sleep Viktor ever remembered getting.
Yuuri was still pressed against him when he woke and Viktor decided he wanted to wake up to that forever.
"I don't want to go," Viktor mumbled groggily into Yuuri's hair.
The omega curled into Viktor more than he already was. "I don't want you to go, either, but you have to."
"Why? I can just train here for the season," Viktor suggested.
Yuuri huffed in amusement. "What about your coach?"
Viktor snorted. "I'm five time World Champion. I don't need a coach. I can coach myself just fine, thank you."
"As much as I think the entire world would like to see that play out, I can't let you do that. It's Olympic season, Viktor. You need every bit of help to be your very best," Yuuri pointed out.
Humming, Viktor finally conceded. "I do hate when you are right."
Yuuri lifted his head and kissed the alpha. "I'm always right."
Viktor went in for another kiss and pulled the omega tighter to him, entwining their legs and pressing their foreheads together. "Vitya. Please. Call me Vitya."
"Vitya," Yuuri repeated, testing the name on his tongue. "I like it."
"Will you stay with me these last two days?" Viktor pleaded. "Be only mine?"
"My dear Vitya...I think I could only ever be yours."
Two days pass faster than anything had in Viktor's life and he found himself silently crying as he watched Japan fade away in the window of the airplane. He had to win gold. There was simply no other choice.
China. Moscow. Barcelona. Pyeongchang. Yuuri. He'd win it all.
