Buzzing with excitement didn't even begin to describe what Viktor was feeling as he head up the elevator to his room at the hotel. Finally. Finally he was in Beijing for the first Grand Prix competition of the season. It had been weeks, months, of only communicating to Yuuri through a screen. While Viktor had done a warm-up competition in Canada it was too small a competition for Yuuri to attend without drawing attention. Viktor understood, of course, but it didn't make the wait any easier.

He'd been so distracted without being able to come home to Yuuri and Vicchan every night and it showed. Even though he had won the Autumn Classic by a mile, he had some of his worst PCS scores since his Junior years. His heart just wasn't in it without Yuuri. Yakov had made Viktor cough up his phone while on the ice for practice or competition, tired of putting up with the constant pining. Yuri had also started to get so annoyed he was beginning to pry. Yuri had also won his own first Senior event by a mile, and if Viktor didn't get his act together he could find himself in trouble.

But that wouldn't happen, of course, because now he'd be with Yuuri!

The elevator dinged and he walked out with a bounce in his step. Finding his room number he swiped the key and opened the door. Immediately, he was hit with the strong smell of flowers. The entire room - which, wait, was this a suite? - was full of colorful bouquets. It was not unusual for there to be two or three from fans, but this...

A high-pitched bark startled Viktor.

The alpha looked down right as a small brown poodle jumped up on his leg and he dropped all his bags as a large smile graced his face. "Vicchan!" He got down on his knees to pick up the poodle, face quickly soaked with kisses. "Where's your mama, huh?"

"Waiting for Daddy."

Viktor looked up and almost dropped Vicchan. Yuuri was standing in the doorway to the bathroom wearing a robe that was already sliding off his shoulder. Smirking, he set the poodle down and walked towards the omega, snaking his arms around his slim waist and pulling him close to give him a deep kiss. "Well, well, my Yuuri...what is this?"

"Mm, I got your room upgraded and decide to help myself to it," Yuuri explained, running a hand down Viktor's chest. "Why work through the hassle of separate rooms when we could just be together?"

"My Yuuri thinks of everything," Viktor hummed, nuzzling Yuuri's neck and placing a kiss to his mating gland while his hands krept up his robe. There was nothing worn beneath it and Viktor felt his heart jump.

Yuuri swatted his hand away with a smirk and clicked his tongue at the alpha. "None of that. I just showered."

Annnd his heart shattered. "Yu-uri! How could you tempt me like this than turn me away?"

The omega chuckled, weaseling out of Viktor's hold and continuing to tease as he let the robe fall off completely while he walked to the closet. "It'll make it that much better tonight, right?" He paused, looking over his bare shoulders. "Or, I guess I could be persuaded to give you a blowjob."

Viktor tripped over himself pulling down his tracksuit pants and getting to the bed. Laughing at him, Yuuri crawled onto the bed and pushed the alpha all the way back. Viktor gave a pout. "I used to think it was impossible for you to ever be cruel, but I retract that thought. You are pure evil. The worst temptress."

"I wear such a crown proudly," Yuuri smirked, settling between Viktor's legs and taking his heavy cock in hand. "My enemies would agree with you, at least on the 'pure evil' part. Can't say I've ever blown one of my enemies, though."

Enemies. Of course Yuuri would have them, but Viktor never really thought of Yuuri actually having enemies. "Do you have many of those - ah!"

Yuuri's mouth was on him and he was humming in confirmation while he started to suck. Oh, god. Viktor had missed this so badly. All he had had the past few months was his hand which couldn't even come close to the feeling of Yuuri on him and around him. How he wished that this would never leave him. That he could always have this at his beck and call. One day, he hoped.

Viktor's breath hitched as he started to reach his edge. Yuuri already knew him inside and out, knowing every lick and suck that would drive the alpha mad. A few times the omega teased him, bringing him to the edge and pulling away before Viktor could cum. "Please, Yuuri...please. I need it so bad," he breathed, unable to take the teasing any longer.

Yuuri swirled his tongue around the head of Viktor's cock and then sucked hard. Viktor's orgasm felt like a punch to his gut as he grunted in pleasure and came down Yuuri's mouth. Fuck. It felt like Yuuri had sucked Viktor's soul right out of him with that blowjob. Maybe he did, and truthfully, Viktor was a-ok with giving the omega his soul. He already had his heart.

Wiping at his mouth Yuuri got to his feet and smiled. "Hungry?"

"Famished," Viktor responded, finally coming back down from heaven, letting his head lull to the side to watch as Yuuri began getting dressed. "Is my amazing omega taking me out?"

"Hmm, I suppose that depends on whether or not Mr. Alpha is ok with being doted on by a poor little omega," Yuuri teased, buttoning up a navy blue dress shirt. Viktor wished he wouldn't button it up all the way, but also understood the need to cover up the tattoos.

"This alpha loves being doted on by his amazing, powerful, and extremely sexy omega," Viktor grinned, finally managing to push himself up on the bed to start getting dressed himself. Tucking himself back into his pants he stood and shed himself of his t-shirt to grab something nicer from his luggage that was still haphazardly tossed by the door. "Are we going somewhere fancy?"

"Not really," Yuuri shrugged, tucking his shirt into his pants. "Just hotpot. Hopefully you like that?"

Viktor leaned in and kissed the omega's cheek just because he could. "I love hotpot! Though, I'd love anything as long as you are there."

A soft blush came through on Yuuri's cheeks as he finished buttoning his sleeves. He was dressed nice, but casual, his hair soft around his face. Viktor liked this look best. "Will Seung Gil be joining us?"

"Seung Gil isn't here," Yuuri answered.

Wait, really?! Viktor tried his hardest not to sound too excited. "Oh, that's a shame. But, is it alright for you to be here alone? I mean, he is like your bodyguard, right?"

"He is, but my clan is friendly with the Triad here," Yuuri explained. "And I'm not alone. Minami-kun is here. You should have seen how he begged and pleaded to be able to watch you skate."

"Oh, my, now I have two omegas to please! No pressure," Viktor chuckled.

Yuuri smoothed out Viktor's collar and smirked knowingly. "Don't act like you are upset Seung Gil didn't come."

"You caught me," Viktor confessed playfully.

Bending down Yuuri picked Vicchan up and gave him a kiss. "Be good for Minami-kun, ok? We'll be back in a few hours."

"Bye, Vicchan," Viktor cooed, giving the tiny poodle a kiss as well. He yipped and gave him a lick on the nose in acknowledgement.

Phones and card keys in hand the two left their room hand-in-hand and headed towards the elevator. It was hard for Viktor not to pin Yuuri against the side of the elevator and just ravish him senseless. That would be their desert, right?

"Vitya!"

Viktor stopped as they exited the elevator and he heard his name in a very recognizable voice. Putting on his best face he turned and smiled. "Yakov! Hi!"

"Where are you going?" Yakov asked, frown heavy on his face.

"Relax, Yakov, I'm just going out to dinner," Viktor promised. He'd only have one drink. Maybe. Probably. Ok, maybe two.

Yakov's eyes narrowed knowingly. "And who is this?"

"Oh, how rude of me," Viktor switched to English and stepped out of the way, though their hands were still interlocked. "Yakov, this is Yuuri Katsuki. He is one of my sponsors."

Yuuri extended a hand. "It's very nice to meet you, Mr. Feltsman."

Although Yakov took the proffered hand to shake, it was with clear hesitancy. "Katsuki, you said? You used to skate, did you not?"

A panic blanketed Viktor at the question and he feared what he'd see on Yuuri's face as he went to look. Yuuri, however, put on the same smile he seemed to give everyone he met in public. "Ah, yes, I did. Good memory! My history with skating is why I choose to give back to it. It really is an honor to meet such a coveted coach."

Grunting, Yakov switched back to Russian. "I didn't realize your bank account was getting so low - or your skating that unimpressive - that you have to bed your sponsors now to get them."

Viktor shook his head in such a way it flung his bangs back seductively. "My, Yakov, I don't have to bed anyone, but it certainly is more fun that way. I assure you nothing of the sort is happening here. Just good, innocent - ok, well, maybe not so innocent - fun."

"This fun of yours better not become a distraction," Yakov warned, clearly unhappy with Viktor's response. "If it does, you're on lockdown in your room the rest of the competition."

"Oh, that would be just dreadful, wouldn't it?" Viktor fake pouted. Wouldn't want to tip Yakov off that such a threat was actually a wonderful prospect. He'd love to be on lockdown with Yuuri the remainder of the competition. "Don't lose any of your pretty grey hairs over this. Lord knows you can't afford to lose anymore. Everything is fine. Come on, Yuuri!" Hooking an arm around Yuuri's Viktor quickly started to walk away.

"Is everything ok?" Yuuri asked in concern, looking back as they walked away.

Viktor sighed and slowed down now that they were outside the hotel. "Ah, just Yakov being Yakov. Wants to make sure I'm not distracted by anything, but how could I not be distracted by the most beautiful omega I've ever seen?"

"You must not have seen many omegas, then," Yuuri mused.

Yanking Yuuri's arm to pull them to a stop Viktor looked at Yuuri straight in the eyes. "Why do you think so little of yourself? You aren't just beautiful, you're gorgeous. At least, to me you are, and let's be honest I'm the only one that matters."

"Sorry, I'm just not used to someone saying such things about me," Yuuri apologized, lowering his gaze from Viktor's. "It's usually more things like - ah, well, it doesn't matter. It's just not what you say."

Viktor could only imagine the sort of things people must say to Yuuri in his industry. Were they things that indicated fear? Or were they things that indicated disrespect? Likely both. "Forget all that. It's been so long since we've seen each other let's not let my stupid coach ruin things!"

"It really hasn't been that long," Yuuri argued.

"It's been forever!" Viktor pouted, because it had! Well, it felt like it, at least. To Viktor, a day without Yuuri felt like forever. God, he was so far gone that it wasn't even funny. Was Yuuri secretly a witch putting him under his spell? Even if he was, Viktor gladly would fall prey to such a spell. Some even would argue it was a real thing - an Omega Pull. The act of an omega seducing an alpha. Well, Viktor was thoroughly seduced, thank you very much.

Yuuri stopped in front of a nice looking restaurant and opened the door for Viktor. Viktor recognized several other figure skaters, coaches, and officials at the restaurant, so he assumed it must be quite good. The omega conversed with a woman in Mandarin and she began to lead them to a table.

"Yuuri!"

Both men came to a halt and Yuuri turned towards the voice. A smile grew on his lips that Viktor had only seen happen as a result of himself. Before Viktor could even realize what was happening, a dark haired teen was pulling Yuuri into a tight hug.

"Phichit!" Yuuri's smile grew brighter as he hugged back. "It's so good to see you!"

Phichit? Phichit, Phichit, where did Viktor know that name? Was this an ex-boyfriend?!

"Why didn't you tell me you'd be here? And, wait, holy shit, you're with Viktor Nikiforov!" The teenager beamed. "Oh, my god, ok, you have to sit with me and Ciao-Ciao and tell me everything!"

Viktor could feel his face starting to burn with a hint of jealousy. "Ah, how do you two know each other?"

"Oh, sorry, Phichit and I trained together for a year before I retired," Yuuri explained. "We became really close. Now, I am one of his sponsors."

Oh! Phichit! The Beta skater from Thailand! That's right. Training mates, huh? Viktor wondered if it had at anytime been anything more than that. "Ah, I see."

"Um, yeah, but more importantly, how do you two know each other?" Phichit asked, a finger wiggling between the two of them.

Viktor smirked in an attempt to drop a hint and claim his territory. "You could say he's a sort of sponsor of mine as well."

Before Phichit could respond to that another voice was calling out Yuuri's name.

Yuuri sighed and gave Viktor an apologetic smile. "Sorry, I had no idea that we'd run into old friends. Would you mind too much if we sat with them?"

Um, of course he minded. He minded very much, thank you. "No, not at all."

"Celestino, it's good to see you again," Yuuri greeted the other man as they approached the table. Ah, right. He was a coach, Viktor recalled.

"Yuuri! Wow, look at you," Celestino whistled as everyone got settled. "I hardly recognize you anymore."

Yuuri kept the soft smile on his face, but Viktor knew. He knew that such a comment made Yuuri uncomfortable. He could sense it. "Time will do that to you. I can't believe Phichit is in his second Senior year now! Time really does fly."

"I can't believe you are such a refined businessman," Celestino threw back. "You never had so much confidence about you when you were my student. It's nice to see. You are well, I hope?"

"I am," Yuuri answered, unable to keep himself from casting a happy glance towards Viktor. "Very well, actually."

"Alright you two, spill," Phichit instructed with narrow black eyes. "How did you two meet?"

Viktor shrugged nonchalantly. "At the World's banquet."

Phichit frowned. "I was at the World's banquet, and I don't remember seeing him there."

That made Viktor smirk again. "Oh, well, we didn't stay very long."

"Vitya," Yuuri hissed, a flush creeping up his neck despite his harsh warning glare.

Celestino cleared his throat in an attempt to break the tension that was building between Phichit and Viktor. "I imagine you are prepared to dazzle the audience as always, Viktor?"

"Naturally," Viktor responded, accepting the deflection without argument. He'd made his point. "I am quite in love with my programs this season, and I'm sure that love will come through in my performances this weekend. I'm afraid you'll have to settle for silver or bronze."

"HA!" Phichit scoffed. "We'll see. Even the mightiest fall sometimes!"

Viktor smiled, letting the man have his dreams. He knew Phichit didn't have a quad, so there was no chance. Viktor would have to have one of the worst performances of his life for him to lose to someone with no quads. Technically, though, the Beta was right. The mightiest had fallen, just not on the ice. Only in love.

Dinner passed mostly with Phichit talking and everyone else listening. Viktor kept having to remind himself that it was fine for Yuuri to have friends and talk to people other than himself. Besides, Viktor talked to people other than Yuuri like Chris. It went both ways. At least it was supposed to. Viktor wanted Yuuri all to himself in reality.

Yuuri sighed heavily on their way back to the hotel, phone shining a light on his face. "Thanks a lot. Phichit won't stop texting me now."

"About what?" Viktor asked, pretending to act innocent and confused.

Rolling his eyes Yuuri answered, "Us."

"Sorry, I might have been a little jealous," Viktor confessed, wrapping an arm around Yuuri's waist.

"Really? I had no idea," Yuuri teased. "I'm having to try and convince him we are simply friends and nothing more."

"Oh, great, now I'm being friendzoned!" Viktor whined, truthfully a little hurt that Yuuri didn't want to tell his best friend about them when he'd told Chris.

"It's not that. Phichit has a big mouth, and I can't trust him to keep a secret for anything," Yuuri explained. "It's better to keep this on the downlow. For your safety."

For his safety? "Oh, is this like in the superhero movies where the bad guys might try and kidnap me to get to you?"

"It's not like in the movies because this is real life," Yuuri argued, pulling them to a stop and looking at Viktor with serious eyes. "It could really happen, Vitya. There are people who would use you to hurt me. People who might hurt you. I may be a hero to omegas, but I am a threat and a nuisance to alphas within my business. They don't like me and they would use any opportunity to take me down. This is real."

Viktor's jaw tightened as he caught whiff of Yuuri's frightened scent. Even if Viktor didn't seem too bothered by it, the omega's fears were real and not just words. "Ok...ok. I'm sorry. You're right." How long though could Viktor be Yuuri's secret? Would he be alright with that as long as they were together? Did Viktor really care?

How did Yuuri end up with this life? Would he ever be able to live without looking over his shoulder? Would he ever have peace?

That night, Viktor found himself holding Yuuri a little bit closer.

/*/

The short program went about as well as Viktor could have hoped. All his jumps were clean and he received good GOEs for all of his elements. The PCS score he received made him double take, but it wasn't completely out of the norm for his first competition scores to be a little on the underwhelming side. No records were broken, that was for sure, but it did the job.

Viktor was exhausted from the day by the end of it. Even though he was safely in first there had been the press conference and all the interviews that had taken him away from Yuuri. Of course, he put on a smile and was friendly towards every reporter and fellow skaters, but Yuuri was always on his mind. By the time he finally reached their room he was ready to soak in the tub (preferably with Yuuri) and then go to bed (definitely with Yuuri).

He could hear Yuuri's voice while he opened the door speaking in angry Japanese. Refraining from interrupting Viktor entered quietly, a watchful eye on Yuuri as he moved straight for the closet to store his skates and costume. Yuuri was tense and angry. Agitated, more so? Even Vicchan had sensed his master's displeasure, taking to hiding in the bathroom. Well, this was a bummer. Hopefully, whatever it was didn't ruin Yuuri's mood for the rest of the night.

When Yuuri finally did hang up it was with several curses that even Viktor couldn't miss all while slamming his phone down rather forcefully onto the desk. Viktor carefully cleared his throat. "Yuuri? Is everything alright?"

"I'm surrounded by fucking idiots," Yuuri hissed, fingers rubbing irritably at his forehead.

Viktor could only imagine the sort of stress that came with being a Yakuza leader. Life or death stresses. "Why don't we take a bath? Help us both relax."

"Oh, of course, whatever the alpha says," Yuuri huffed. "Easy to just ignore life's problems when you don't have any as an alpha, isn't it?"

Wait, what? Ignoring the fact that Yuuri was once again speaking fluent Russian, why was Yuuri saying such things? "Yuuri, I don't understand. Where is this coming from?"

Yuuri started to creep towards him, eyes that shade of red free from glasses that sent an undesirable shiver down Viktor's spine. "Perfect alpha. King of the world. Effortlessly landing yourself at the top of the scoreboard with a commanding lead."

Viktor was speechless. Why was Yuuri talking to him like this? "I...I really don't understand. Yuuri, I know you might be upset with work but I don't think I've deserved this sort of talk?"

"Deserve," Yuuri laughed. "That's the problem with you alphas. You think you deserve everything . You even think you deserve him. "

Suddenly, Viktor found himself on his back on the bed, Yuuri climbing on top of him and pressing on his chest. Their faces were close enough he could feel the omega's breath. Yuuri hummed, tracing a finger down the side of Viktor's face before crushing their lips together. His tongue forced its way in and Viktor felt like his very soul was being sucked right through him.

Right as Viktor thought he might suffocate Yuuri pulled away. "This is what you want, right? This is all omegas are good for, isn't it?"

"No, that's-," Viktor's protest was cut off by another kiss, Yuuri's fingers reaching for the zipper of Viktor's tracksuit and yanking it down.

Viktor's mind couldn't even comprehend what was happening. Oxygen was barely allowed in between Yuuri's deep kisses while the omega kept him pinned down as he was undressed. Was this some sort of weird roleplay that Yuuri was into? Why was he speaking flawless Russian again? What was going on? What - Ah! His thoughts were pulled from him as Yuuri took his length in hand.

"This must be why he puts up with you," Yuuri mused, stroking Viktor with a painful pleasure that the alpha couldn't decide if he hated or absolutely loved. "Doesn't take much to get you hard, does it? Never does for any alpha, apparently. You're supposed to be the stronger gender, yet an omega can bring you to your knees within seconds."

Any words were swallowed by Yuuri's mouth again, the omega sucking and even biting at the alpha's lips. Viktor's brain was starting to become an incomprehensible fog. All he could register was pain and pleasure and the line between those two was becoming thinner and thinner. The next thing he knew he was being sheathed in wet delicious heat.

A loud cry finally hit the air as Viktor arched his back up off the bed, but he was slammed back down under Yuuri's palm and fingers wrapped around his neck. "Now, now, Vitya," Yuuri purred, "You just lie back and let Omega do the work. That's how it's supposed to be, isn't it?"

The grip around his throat started to restrict air to his lungs, but it was just loose enough that he could still breathe. Viktor didn't understand it, but he felt himself grow harder, and fuck - he liked it. Yuuri was moving up and down like beautiful waves at the beach, his tattoos coming to life with the movements.

Finally, Yuuri released Viktor's neck completely and focused entirely on his movements. Thick thighs flexed enticingly and was it just because Viktor was light headed or was Yuuri's scent thicker? Sweeter? Far more intoxicating? Addicting? And Jesus Christ where did Yuuri learn to suck him in and squeeze like that?!

Yuuri returned to kissing him with a fistful of hair in his fingers giving calculated tugs. A few yanks even had Viktor wincing, but just like with the choking he found it a turn on. If he wanted it to stop he could have told Yuuri to stop. Easily overpowered him if needed. But Viktor didn't.

He didn't want this to stop at all.

The omega seemed to agree, several times edging Viktor just as he was about to cum. Yuuri would let the alpha's cock slip out and give it a hard squeeze just as he was about to knot. Maybe this was torture. Maybe this was hell. But then Yuuri finally let him knot inside and Viktor could never remember shooting so much load before.

So much so, that the fog in his head started to completely take over and his vision went black. Yuuri mumbled something in distant Russian, but sleep took control before he could make sense of any of it.

/*/

Viktor felt like he'd been run over by a bus, the bus had hit reverse, and hit him again. Just to make sure. Not only were his legs extremely sore - which was expected after the short program - but his lips felt chapped and his neck strangely felt like it had been attacked by a wild animal. What on earth had happened to him last night?

Yuuri.

Yuuri was what had happened to him last night.

Forcing his eyes open with a groan he felt around the bed for Yuuri, easily finding him next to him on the mattress. Yuuri was facing him with his eyes still closed and his body curled in on himself protectively. He looked innocent and nothing like the ferocious omega that came at him last night.

A ringtone blasted through the room.

Cursing, Viktor flung the covers off and searched for his phone. It was Yakov. Of course it was Yakov because he was an hour late getting up for morning practice. Rejecting the call Viktor shot off a quick text to his coach and put the phone down. God, practice was going to suck.

Yuuri suddenly stirred, eyes blinking slowly as he started to stretch and come to. "Doko…?" He looked up at Viktor in a daze, almost confused, and then he shot up. "Vitya! What happened to you?"

"Ah," Viktor laughed as he rummaged around for his workout gear, "You did, my love."

The omega looked like he didn't even know what to do with that information and then his face fell to one of despair. "Fuck. Oh my god, Vitya, I am so sorry."

Viktor stopped, black leggings only pulled up on one leg. "Sorry? Why? I liked it, a lot. I just, ah, maybe wished you had told me you were into that sort of thing? I really didn't know what was going on and you said some weird things. You don't have to spout alpha hate to dominate me in bed you know. I'll gladly allow it."

Yuuri started mumbling in Japanese, face in his hands. Something was obviously off about the whole situation, but Viktor didn't have time to pry any further into it. Yakov was already going to murder him. "Can we talk about this tonight? I really have to go."

Licking his lips Yuuri nodded. "Yeah, of course."

Finally dressed, Viktor leaned in for a quick kiss and gave Vicchan a pat. "See you tonight, ok?" Pocketing his phone he threw his bag over his shoulder and made a dash for it out the door. There were so many unanswered questions, but Viktor couldn't worry about it now. He waved and greeted Kenjirou as he passed the young omega on the way to the elevator and frantically pressed the button for the lobby.

Yakov was already at the rink with Georgi, so Viktor had to catch his own bus to the rink earning him several looks from other skaters who were going over in later sessions. He could only imagine what he looked like after last night. He'd searched for a turtleneck but apparently didn't own one. Literally everyone would know what he was doing last night.

"You reek of omega. Again," Yakov wrinkled his nose and grunted unhappily as Viktor practically sprinted towards the edge of the ice. "Look at you. Bruised lips and hickeys like a newly presented teenager! I told you not to let that boy be a distraction, and yet here we are!"

Viktor hopped on his skates trying to balance as he removed his guards. "I know, I know, I'm sorry. I'm here. It won't affect my skating."

Yakov let out another grunt. "It already has."

Stepping out onto the ice and away from his coach Viktor ran a tired hand through his bangs. He and Yuuri hadn't had enough time to talk about what had happened the previous night. To be honest, Viktor still didn't know what to think about it. He had liked it. Sort of. Part of it. It was strange.

"Oh, my, someone looks like they had a long night," Chris cooed as he wiggled his eyebrows skating up to his friend. "Celebrating your win a little early? I could still beat you, you know, especially if Yuuri keeps you up at night."

Viktor groaned, rubbing his face a little harder than he should have. "Last night was…weird."

"Oh?" Chris perked up at that. "How so?"

How did he even begin to explain it? "Well, I mean, we had sex, but it was...strange. It wasn't Yuuri. I think maybe he was trying to do some sort of roleplay, but we didn't talk about it so I don't really know?"

"Sounds kinky, why are you complaining?" Chris teased. "Did you talk this morning? Or do all the hickeys speak loud enough for you both?"

Viktor shook his head. "Ah, no. I had to run off to, well, here."

"Ah," Chris nodded in understanding. "I wouldn't fret. Was the sex good?"

"Very," Viktor confessed. Some of the best he'd ever had.

Chris gave him a pat on the back. "Then why are you so concerned? The sweet quiet ones are always the kinkiest."

Viktor didn't get a chance to respond as Yakov started to yell at him across the rink. Maybe Chris was right and last night was really nothing to worry about. Hopefully, in a few more hours, they'd be able to clear the air. Until then, he had to somehow concentrate on the ice beneath his feet and make sure it stayed there rather than beneath his ass.

Yuuri wasn't at the hotel during Viktor's mid-day break. Minami assured him he would be back in the evening, currently at lunch with the local Triad. Viktor didn't like hearing that, mainly because he wanted to clear things between them and because he worried about Yuuri everytime he worked. Afternoon practice went better than the morning session, but even though he landed most of his jumps there was a clear distraction Yakov picked up on.

"You and I are going to have a very long talk about this after the competition," Yakov said as he handed Viktor his guards. "Until then, figure it out."

Viktor winced. Great. Now ontop of having to win gold for Yuuri he needed to win gold for Yakov so his coach wouldn't insert himself too far up his ass. "Yes, yes. It'll be fine." He had almost a 15 point lead after the short program, and Viktor always knew how to put personal things aside out on the ice. Well, during the actual performance at least.

When he did return to the hotel that night and Yuuri was there, Viktor didn't know what to do. His body seemed to freeze up as he entered the room, unsure of what to say or how to act. What Yuuri was waiting for him? As Yuuri looked up, Viktor was able to relax a little. Soft brown eyes and unruly black hair greeted him.

"Vitya," Yuuri smiled sweetly, and Viktor finally let his guard down. "How was practice?"

Sighing, Viktor tossed his skate bag off to the side and plopped onto the mattress, Vicchan jumping up to join him. "Tiring. Mentally more than physically, I think. Yakov isn't too happy that I've been distracted."

"By what?"

Yuuri turned his head and smiled. "You."

Yuuri let out a small huff and blushed. After a pause, Yuuri closed the lid of his laptop and joined Viktor on the bed. "Vitya...about last night. I know you must have a lot of question, but first...are you alright? I didn't hurt you, did I? I mean, not too seriously?"

"What? Of course not," Viktor assured, placing a hand on Yuuri's thigh. "I'm fine, other than a little hickey here and there, I was just surprised. You...said some strange things - hurtful things. I didn't really understand what was going on. But, as the sex went on and I realized I really liked being completely dominated by you, I figured it was some sort of kink you simply didn't warn me about."

"I made a mistake by bringing Minami here," Yuuri sighed, closing his eyes as he shook his head. "This never would have happened if Seung Gil were here."

Viktor frowned. "What does Seung Gil have to do with anything?"

Taking Viktor's hand on his thigh Yuuri gave it a squeeze. "I'm so sorry for the things I said, Viktor. I had a really bad day and I took it out on you."

"I'm assuming part of that bad day had to do with alphas?" Viktor suggested, starting to understand now where Yuuri had been coming from the previous night.

"Yeah, sorry," Yuuri muttered apologetically. "I was especially angry that it took away from your moment. You were so beautiful out on the ice, Vitya, and then work happened and...I'm so sorry, really. I ruined everything."

Wrapping an arm around Yuuri Viktor pulled him against his chest and kissed the top of his head. "You didn't ruin anything, my Yuuri. I still got some great sex out of it. But, maybe, try talking to me instead of fucking me? Or at least, talk first then fuck?" Yuuri didn't respond, but he pressed himself tighter against Viktor. He sort of felt better now, but there was still one thing that still bothered him. "Speaking of talking...Yuuri, I know you said you didn't feel comfortable speaking Russian, but, you went on for probably a full hour speaking to me in Russian last night."

Yuuri tensed and pulled away, brown eyes lowered and not meeting Viktor's. "It's...Ok. You're right, you deserve an explanation, but can it wait until tomorrow? I know that what I have to say will be a worse distraction than I already am. I don't want you to take it to the ice."

Ok, well, now Viktor was going to take it to the ice anyway because what could be so bad an explanation Yuuri didn't want to talk about it? Well, Yuuri didn't seem to want to talk about anything related to his own past. Maybe it wasn't that bad, but it still was going to worry him. "Alright. I guess if I've waited this long I can wait one more day."

Although Yuuri nodded, he played with the hem of his shirt nervously. "Thanks. Room service?"

That was Yuuri's queue to move on from their conversation, and Viktor didn't press it. "Ok. That sounds great."

Tomorrow. He could wait.