So much had changed in three weeks. They'd left Hasetsu and returned to Yuuri's home in Fukuoka. He and Yuuri mated. Yes, finally, they had mated. The Olympics also had happened, and Yuri had won his gold medal. Now, Yura was on his way here. Yakov hadn't particularly liked that, and he'd made Viktor promise that he'd take care of Yuri. Viktor knew there was no safer place than in Yuuri's home where they were surrounded by Yuuri and Omega's men. It wasn't like back in Russia.
"Vitya, you have to get up," Yuuri said, leaning down to kiss Viktor's forehead. "I know you're tired, but we need to leave soon to get Yurio."
Viktor groaned into the pillow, not wanting to get up. He was so sore. Yuuri had found him a rink he could train at in Fukuoka. It wasn't private sessions like the Ice Castle had been, and he had to share the rink, but he was used to that from back in Russia. He'd never had private ice there, even when he was winning everything. Really, he felt kind of bad, because the other skaters were always stopping on the rails awe struck by him which just interrupted their training further. There was no reason for it, truthfully. Some of the young skaters there had great potential, and they would soon be beyond Viktor's skill if they kept at it. "Alright, alright. I'm up." Viktor, however, didn't move.
"You're training too hard," Yuuri scolded him, placing a hand on the alpha's bare shoulder and giving it a shake.
Grunting, Viktor finally relented and sat up. Throwing back the covers he stood, giving his body a stretch. Every bone seemed to crack. "I'm not sure I'm training hard enough, honestly. My only saving grace is that most of the skaters that do well at the Olympics choose not to go to Worlds."
"I thought you didn't care about winning," Yuuri reminded him, raising an eyebrow over the rim of his glasses.
"I don't," Viktor confirmed, "but I would like to not be in last place."
Chuckling, Yuuri kissed the back of his neck as the alpha began to pull out clothes. "That would never happen. I don't think you should put any pressure on yourself. You have nothing else to prove. Go out there and just do what you love doing. The rest will take care of itself."
Yakov had told Viktor the same thing the last time they'd been able to facetime at the rink and he hadn't been having such a stellar day. Viktor had been skating more than half his life. He knew how to execute, he just had to believe. After getting dressed, Viktor joined Yuuri for morning tea and breakfast. Kenjirou was excitedly chattering about getting to meet the Olympic champion. So much so he was mixing his Japanese and English. He'd learned just recently that Kenjirou actually had a very popular instagram and an ice skating blog. All of it seemed so innocent and cute. Little did all those thousands of followers know.
Yuri looked exhausted as he came off the plane, hood pulled tight over his head. Viktor knew it was bad when he hugged the younger alpha and the kitten didn't even pull away. "Get off," he mumbled tiredly, but that was it. "The Olympics suck."
"They are a lot more fun when you're a little older," Viktor chuckled, giving Yuri a squeeze before letting him go.
"Why, because you just fuck everyone?" Yuri asked.
Smirking, Viktor winked. "Well, that's one reason."
"Congratulations, Yura," Yuuri smiled at him, keeping a respectable distance.
Yuri suddenly lit up, and those green eyes held signs of life again. "T-thank you! And thank you for upgrading me to first class. You didn't have to do that, but I'm really glad you did."
"Well, I never had the chance to compete at the Olympics, but I can only imagine how exhausting it is. It was the least I could do," Yuuri said dismissively. "Rest assured, you'll be able to sleep in and relax as much as you want while you are staying with us. I'm having a large lunch prepared, too. I can only imagine you didn't eat very well while you were there."
Groaning, Yuri followed them to baggage claim. "No. It was just a bunch of protein shakes and water, really. God, real food sounds so amazing. But hey, at least I got this." He reached down into his hoodie and pulled out the gold medal.
"I wondered if you were wearing that," Viktor grunted, giving Yuri's head a shake. This time, Yuri batted him away aggressively. "I wore my first one for weeks without taking it off."
"As anyone should, that wins an Olympic medal," Yuuri smiled. "It's a big deal. You have every right to show it off."
Yuri didn't tuck it back in.
Once they had grabbed Yuri's bags, they made their way to the SUV that Seung Gil was driving and loaded up. Yuri had never been one for dogs, but even he greeted Makkachin and Vicchan with decent excitement. Viktor had been to the Olympics at Yuri's age, but he also felt like he'd been much more of an adult. Yuri had been forced to become an adult in many ways after being captured by the Bratva, but he still lacked so much of the social skills that made something like the Olympics easier to navigate. But Yuri was strong, and he'd done it.
"Of all the places you could have gone, you chose to come see us. Why?" Viktor asked as they finally hit the road.
Yuri sunk down into the seat a little and shoved his hands into the pockets of his hoodie. "I dunno…I guess…I missed you, asshole. It wasn't the same without you in Pyeongchang."
Smiling softly, Viktor reached out a hand and pressed it gently against Yuri's pocket. They'd always had a strained relationship until the capture. Strangely enough, being tortured together made you close. "Missed you, too, Yurio."
"I don't want to talk about skating, I don't want to see skating, I don't want to even think about skating," Yuri said, a little bit more of that special spark returning.
"Fair enough. Are you not going to Worlds, then?" Viktor asked, figuring they should just get that out into the open now.
Yuri shrugged and shook his head. "Nah. I wouldn't do too well. I meant it, Viktor. I'm tired. I don't want to put on skates for a few months."
"Well, you'll likely get a lot of ice show requests since you are the new Olympic champion," Viktor told him. He'd gotten so many requests after his first medal he had to pick and choose, turning half of them down simply because logistically he couldn't do all of them.
The young alpha hummed. "That's fine, I guess. Not as much pressure."
"No, they're fun. Stress free, really," Viktor said. "No one cares if you're out there doing quads."
"Is there anything you'd like to do while you're here, Yurio?" Yuuri asked, shifting the conversation away from figure skating at the young alpha's request.
"Eat," Yuri responded. "And I dunno…I've always wanted to visit some shrines."
Yuuri smiled warmly. "Well, there are plenty of excellent food markets and shrines here. I think we can accommodate all of that."
"Aren't you like…busy?" Yuri questioned. "With work?"
"Yes," Yuuri answered, "but not too busy to spend some time with you. We may have to work around some things a little bit, but it shouldn't be too much of an issue."
Viktor could see the slight blush on Yuri's cheeks. Apparently, being mated didn't seem to keep Yuri's crush away. Ah, well. Viktor smiled. It was cute, and Yuuri was forever his, so it didn't matter.
After returning home, they got Yuri settled into his guest room and then they had lunch. It was a massive meal as Yuuri promised, and Yuri's eyes sparkled like stars as drool practically dripped down his chin. Yuri woofed down half the table with ease, never really seeming to slow down as inhaled everything in sight. Kenjirou was admiring at a distance, eagerly waiting for a chance to come and say hello.
"Minami-kun, stop staring," Yuuri finally said. "Just come say hello. You've already met Yurio before, haven't you?"
"Yes!" Kenjirou announced excitedly, popping out from behind the shadows and taking a seat. "Hi! Do you remember me?"
Yuri paused in bringing the ramen to his mouth and blinked. "Mmm. Yeah. You were some journalist, weren't you?"
"Yes! Well, no! Not really! That was just a disguise!" Kenjirou beamed. "I work for Aniki!"
"You're mafia?" Yuri asked, brow furrowing in confusion. Yes, it had confused Viktor, too, until he'd seen the other side of the cute kid. The side that wasn't cute. Viktor hoped Yuri only saw this side of Kenjirou
"Can I get a photo?" Kenjirou asked nervously, holding out his phone.
Yuri shrugged. "Yeah, sure."
Beaming, Kenjirou snapped a photo. Viktor thought that Yuri might get annoyed at Kenjirou's excitement, but he didn't seem bothered by it much at all. He likely was having to get used to such interactions. Being an Olympic Champion brought all the attention, wanted or otherwise. Once the food was gone, though, the exhaustion of travel and the Olympics hit Yuri hard and he retired to his room to take a nap.
"You should do the same," Yuuri told Viktor.
"I should be going to the rink," Viktor argued.
Yuuri fired him a glare worthy of Omega. "Vitya, when was the last time you took a day off? Rest. Take a warm bath. Stretch. Play with Makka and Vicchan. Your mind needs just as much recovery as your body."
"This is why I love you," Viktor beamed with heart eyes.
Huffing, Yuuri shoved him away, but smiled anyway. "Someone has to take care of you, and since we're now mated, I guess that's my responsibility."
"And I can't wait to marry you," Viktor told him, giving him a kiss. They had agreed, though, to have a winter wedding. That way they could get past the stress of Worlds before beginning to make arrangements. Viktor wanted to have it at the onsen in Hasetsu, but that was unfortunately simply not an option. A wedding would bring too much attention. The wrong kind. Guests wouldn't be safe. They could have it here, though. At Yuuri's home. Their home.
Two weeks with Yuri went too fast. Viktor's training took a backburner, but mentally he felt refreshed. Happy. Yuri looked much better, too. Like a teenager again. It's what they all needed. Even Yuuri looked happy. Happier than he had in a while. While Yuuri certainly didn't have a crush on Yuri the way the young alpha had on him, he cared for him greatly.
Once Yuri was gone, it was a full on push to Worlds. Chris, had at least, confirmed he was going. He'd also secretly told Viktor this would be his last, too. It only felt right that they retired together. Chris had placed at the Olympics, coming in third, but he felt like he had enough to take him through to the end. Viktor was happy. Chris was the support he needed to push himself.
Three weeks later, Viktor, Yuuri, and Seung Gil were flying to Milan.
"Viktor! Mon ami!"
Viktor looked up from where he and Yuuri were checking in to see Chris waving at him. Smiling from ear-to-ear, Viktor waved back. "Chris!" They closed the distance, hugging and exchanging kisses to the cheek. "You came alone? No Marco?"
"Ah, he's coming tomorrow," Chris told him. "Yuuri!"
Chuckling, Yuuri hugged him, too. "Chris, so good to see you."
"I can't believe the two of you are for real mated, now! And engaged! So much has happened! So much, " Chris gave him eyes. The kind of eyes that were 'I know your mate and fiance is involved with the mafia now so tell me everything'.
"Ah, I suppose perhaps a dinner and an explanation are in order," Viktor admitted, giving Yuuri a side glance. Yuuri nodded. He had agreed to admitting some small things to Chris. He knew that Viktor needed someone other than Yuri that he could talk to without secrets.
"Tonight, then? After we've gotten settled? You'll need to stay up anyway with the time difference," Chris pointed out.
Viktor grunted, knowing that was true. Chris practically had no adjustment at all, but he had seven hours of it. "Ok. Pick a spot?"
"Of course," Chris nodded, getting behind them to check in.
"You're alright telling Chris?" Viktor asked as they settled in their room.
Yuuri tilted his head and shrugged. "He already knows, Vitya. He can't know everything, but it would be meaningless to hide it entirely. Chris is smart. He'll make sure he protects the information we give."
Viktor thought about trying to get a nap in, but he'd always done better just staying up and fighting through the jet lag. Yuuri, unsurprisingly, kept himself busy with work until it was time to meet Chris. Chris listened earnestly and silently as Yuuri told him an abbreviated and calculated version of events. It was enough, but not too much.
"Who would have ever thought?" Chris hummed, finishing off a beer and ordering another one. "I always did tell you it was the silent ones, Vitya. And I guess that explains him." He nodded to Seung Gil who simply glared. "You always were extra, Viktor, and this certainly takes the cake. Secret is safe with me. I rather like breathing, as it is."
"Vitya needs a friend. One that knows everything that he's been through, and that will be at his side. Thank you, Chris," Yuuri said. "I like to think in another life, we would have still been skating together and would have been close friends."
Chris smiled fondly. "Never too late for that, my dear Yuuri. We can skate together anytime you'd like, and there is all the time in the world to be close friends. Besides, someone needs to gossip about Viktor behind his back!"
"Yuuri would never do such a thing," Viktor argued, but Yuuri was smirking behind his beer. "Yuuri!"
They all laughed and enjoyed the rest of their night with Chris' much more raunchy stories of the Olympic Village.
Viktor was really feeling his age the next day as he boarded the bus for practice ice. He used to adapt to time changes rather easily, but this felt like such a drag. Goodness, did Viktor really have one last go in him? Well, he was already here, so he needed to make it work. Chris had teased him asking if Yuuri had kept him up. If only. Yakov was waiting for him at the side of the rink. Seeing him felt…surreal. They had spoken on the phone. Via text. But this was the first time Viktor had seen him in person since their fight.
"Yasha…" Viktor said softly, not sure of what to say as he approached nervously.
Sucking a breath, Yakov crossed his arms and gave him a harsh glare. "Go. I don't need to tell you what warm up to do. Short program run through. No less than four times."
"Da, of course," Viktor nodded. He skated away from the boards and found a smile creeping its way onto his face. It was just like nothing had ever happened. They still needed to address everything that happened properly, but that would come with time. For now, this was the way he and Viktor needed to address it. Practice was fine. Viktor only did a few quads, and ended up marking a lot of his jumps in his runthrough, but he felt alright all things considered. The chill of the rink always seemed to bring him back together.
"Stretch and roll out your muscles tonight," Yakov instructed. "No marital activities."
Viktor couldn't help but snort and laugh at that. "Do you even know what that entails, Yakov?" Yakov's glare deepened. "Sorry, sorry."
"No drinking, and eat a balanced meal."
They were all things Viktor knew quite well after all these years, but he didn't argue. Viktor just nodded his head and grabbed his things. The media was waiting for him the second he got off the ice, and he put on the fake smile he was so used to presenting to the world. The only time the smile was real was when a journalist politely asked if he and Yuuri had set a date, yet. Not yet, and they would not announce it publicly, but fans could certainly expect a winter theme.
Yuuri was on the phone at his laptop when Viktor returned, but he offered up a warm smile that seemed so strange against the harsh tone of his words to whomever he was speaking to on the other end. Viktor headed straight for the bathroom and showered off the sweat. The shower was plenty big enough for him to stretch in, so he used the heat and steam to assist in his muscle recovery. It was going so well until when he was bent over stretching his hamstrings something suddenly smacked his butt.
"Yu-uri!" Viktor shouted as he sprung up. The omega was stepping inside the shower with him. "Yakov said no marital activities!"
Yuuri kissed his shoulder. "Well, isn't it good we aren't married?" He started to sink to his knees, and before Viktor could protest, his hot mouth was on the alpha's cock.
Well. Viktor was certainly relaxed and refreshed, now.
"Was practice alright?" Yuuri asked as they dried off and dressed in the fluffy robes.
"Could have been better, could have been worse," Viktor answered. "I'll take it for a first practice. How was your day?"
Yuuri hummed as he finished drying his hair and hung up his towel. "I have contacts here in Italy, and they are trying to get me to meet with them. I've tried telling them I'm not here on business, but I'm kind of always on business everywhere I go."
"Well, if we need to extend our stay here and see them to make them happy, I don't mind," Viktor told him. He had been trying to get more involved. He always asked about what Yuuri was working on - illegal deals, businesses, omega raids. The works. He was learning more and more, and less of it was bothering him the way it used to. Granted, reading and hearing about something wasn't quite the same as seeing it in person. Seeing someone shot may still bother him a little.
"Good, because we might have to," Yuuri told him before leaning in for a kiss. "I love that you're trying so hard, Vitya. It means a lot to me, but just remember you don't have to dive in. You can start with just the toes."
Viktor grunted, kissing him back. "I think I dove in headfirst a year ago, my dear Yuuri. Now I'm simply trying to get adjusted to the temperature."
"Still…," Yuuri said with concerned eyes, tucking back some of Viktor's damp hair behind his ear.
Gently grabbing Yuuri's hand, Viktor placed a tender kiss on his palm. "Everything is fine, Yuuri. More than fine."
Viktor found himself singing that mantra in his mind the next day. Everything was fine, even when he fell or stepped out of a jump. Everything was fine, even when Yakov's face turned red. Even if he finished the competition on Saturday and was not on that podium, everything was still more than fine. Viktor had Yuuri, and Yuuri had him. They had a beautiful home with their beautiful dogs. Although it seemed strange sometimes to have their house full of other people all the time, Viktor was beginning to be thankful for that, too. He'd always spent so much time alone, and now there was always someone around. Many of them were keep to help converse with Viktor in his limited Japanese, too, helping him learn. It had gained their respect that Viktor didn't want to just sit back.
So, when the six minute warm-up was not going so well, he repeated it again to himself as he ran a frustrated hand through his hair. "Everything is fine, Vitya. It's fine." Approaching the boards with a sigh, he took a sip of water. "The lutz isn't working."
"Then make it a triple," Yakov told him. "You don't need two quads in the short to stay competitive in this field. Lucky for you, most of the good skaters didn't come."
Yes, so many people and reporters kept reminding him of that fact. "I should put the triple toe behind the flip, then."
"A wise thought," Yakov agreed.
Heading back out onto the ice he practiced those parts of the program with the new changes. It felt a lot better. More stable. The quad flip was a jump Viktor had always maintained even during his worst days, and it felt comfortable with the triple toe behind it.
"Skaters, your six minute warmup is complete. Please exit the ice."
Letting out a long breath and shaking his arms, Viktor joined the other skaters at the door and slipped on his guards. He was fourth in the group to go. Slipping his arms back into his jacket, he put his headphones back in and pulled out his phone.
Yuuri: Breathe. Changing to the triple was a good call. You've got this.
Viktor smiled. Of course Yuuri would have noticed the change out there.
Me: I know. Where are you? So I can look just at you.
Yuuri: Three rows up behind the technical panel.
Yuuri: Davai!
Viktor went through his rituals, ignoring everyone else and the sounds of the crowd as best as he could until Yakov tapped his shoulder. This would be the second-to-last time he went out and did this. Turning off his music, he pocketed his earbuds and followed Yakov back out to the ice. Who would have thought that when he picked out these programs a year ago, they would hold even more importance to him now? His free program was still very much about his dance with Yuuri, but the short program was different now. The Devil's Trill was about his dance with Omega.
"Next on the ice, representing Russia, Viktor Nikiforov!"
With a deep breath, he put on a smile and skated out to center ice. Before he hit his starting pose, he did a quick scan of the stands. Thousands of people were there, but somehow, Viktor found Yuuri. The omega smiled at him and nodded, and that was all Viktor needed. Would his skate break records? No, not even close. But would it go down as one of Viktor's most satisfying skates? Definitely. He couldn't help the small smile as the music ended and the applause came. Stuffed animals started to litter the ice. Viktor grabbed a small poodle before making his way to the exit.
"Good," Yakov nodded with approval as he stepped off.
Smiling, Viktor waved the paw of his poodle at the camera after taking a seat to wait for the scores. He wouldn't break 100, but he might be close. "Dyla tebya, moya Omega!" He made a heart with his hands and winked.
"The scores please…Viktor Nikiforov has earned in the short program a 99.56. That currently puts him in 2nd place."
"That's not so bad!" Viktor exclaimed, perfectly satisfied with that.
Yakov hummed. "Should have broken 100. Barely, but should have."
Yes, well, he knew how it was the Worlds after the Olympics. Those that had actually gone to the Olympics got a bump over those that hadn't. Viktor was happy with it. He was even happier that he'd apparently just squeaked by third after the final skater. At the very least, he was getting a small medal! That was something!
Chris was in first, Jean-Jacques in second, then him. Viktor was honestly thrilled to be a part of the press conference. He hadn't expected it. The fact that Chris had beaten him, even if it was just in the short, also made him happy. He loved his friend, and he wanted this for him.
"Viktor, you find yourself sitting in third, which has only happened one other time in your career. This season, in fact. What are you feeling going into the free? Do you think you can still make up ground?"
Pausing for a brief moment to collect himself, Viktor answered, "This competition, for me, is not about winning or even getting a medal. While I think many skating fans, and certainly my own fans, might see this as some sort of loss or disappointment, I am beyond grateful to even be skating in this competition let alone winning a small medal. There was a moment a few months ago where I thought I may never skate again in my life. The fact that I can still compete out here like this among some of the best means everything to me. I do not care if I come away with a medal after the free. All I want to do is go out there and feel that I've left everything I have to give, because after this, it is done. I will start a new chapter in my life, and none of this will even matter anymore."
"Are you really just going to let me win in our last competition ever together?" Chris teased him as they headed for the bus.
"Think of it as a final parting gift, my friend," Viktor smiled back at him.
Chris jogged up and pressed a sloppy kiss to the alpha's cheek. "Just don't pull a me and flop in the free!"
"Same to you!" Viktor teased back.
"Did you really dedicate that performance to Omega?" Yuuri asked curiously once they were reunited.
Viktor shrugged. "Well, I am technically now mated to him, too, aren't I? He deserves some love. I will make sure to show him the recording to absolutely annoy him."
"He'll hate it," Yuuri chuckled.
"I know!" Viktor beamed. Like with Seung Gil, Viktor's relationship with Omega had become one of annoying each other out of love.
Viktor expected to be extremely nervous the day of the freeskate, but he felt the opposite. No expectations, right? Well, the world had expectations of him, but they didn't matter tonight. Only him and Yuuri. And yes, this dance was specifically for Yuuri. Many skaters had skated to Danse Macabre. Some might even call it a War Horse, but no one could ever skate it the way Viktor did. He and Yuuri were the only ones actually worthy of this dance.
Halfway through the program, Viktor swore that he actually began moving on a sort of autopilot. He didn't even realize what he was doing until he was doing it, and briefly he thought he'd completely forgotten the choreography, but his body kept going just as it should. The second the music stopped playing, Viktor found himself breaking into tears. He had never cried after a competition before. Never. But none of the other programs had been his last. He'd only done three quads as opposed to other's planned four or five, but he'd been clean. He delivered. Kissing his fingers, he pressed them to the ice before giving his final bows.
There were more plushes and roses on the ice than Viktor had ever seen. He felt bad for the poor girls that had to go on the ice and try and collect them. Viktor would tell them all to keep a few for themselves, and he'd be happy to sign anything. There was no way he could take all of this home. It could fill half of their house.
"Good job, Vitya…good job," Yakov pulled him to a tight hug, and Viktor thought he saw tears forming in his eyes.
Viktor hugged him back. "Thank you, Yasha…for everything. I will never forget it."
"You better not, boy," Yakov responded, rubbing his hand up his back.
"Scores please…"
The arena went silent.
"In the free program, Viktor Nikiforov has scored a 195.52 bringing him to a total score of 295.08. That puts him currently in first place."
It hit him like a punch to the gut. The wave of emotions just started to pour like a waterfall and buried his face in his hands as he began to cry. At worst, he would be in third. He would medal. It was a horrible ugly cry. The kind you never wanted the world to see. Large tears, red eyes, snotty nose. In a very rare show of public affection, Yakov rubbed his back soothingly and spoke comforting and approving words in Russian.
Skaters Viktor hardly knew or didn't even care for much were congratulating him as he walked away from the Kiss & Cry. Normally, he would have brushed them off, but he accepted everything he got. Wiping away his tears, he found a hole between the media to be able to watch his best friend skate for the final time. Chris has a couple of hands down, but he didn't fall and he didn't pop any jumps. For the omega, it was a job well done. He'd win. Finally…Chris would beat Viktor. More tears started to fall as he smiled from ear-to-ear.
After the final scores were announced, Chris and Viktor embraced for a long time. Minutes probably passed, and they just held each other crying. Decades of skating for both of them had now come to an end, and in the best way possible. This was Viktor's first ever bronze medal as a senior skater, and he couldn't have been happier to receive it.
Just last year, Viktor had been at the top of the podium and he'd been sporting a fake smile. Today, he wore the realist smile he'd ever shown to the public sitting on the lowest tier. For the first time in his life he felt like he was showing his true self to the public. There was no longer a mask. This was the real Viktor. A Viktor who had fallen in love with a criminal. A Viktor whose lines of good and evil were now blurred. A Viktor who was discovering a whole new dark world, but was happier than ever.
"This is better than any gold medal that you could ever give me," Yuuri kissed him, joining in the tears.
"Good, because it feels like it," Viktor laughed through his tears.
Bronze was the new Gold, it seemed.
Normally, Viktor found Galas to be a necessary bore, but he had the most fun he'd ever had at one. He cherished every photo opportunity and every selfie. When the streamers and confetti filled the air around them at the end, it finally felt final. Viktor always worried what the end would feel like. He worried it would feel horrible. Like a failure, in some ways. It wasn't like that at all. He felt relieved. Satisfied.
Perhaps the biggest surprise in the whole thing was coming home to Omega that night.
"Do we have business to attend to?" Viktor asked without questioning it.
"Can you handle it?" Omega asked with a tilt of his head. "World Bronze Medalist?"
Viktor huffed and held up his medal with a smile. "If you squint, it's kind of like gold!"
"And here I am the one with glasses," Omega snorted, though he didn't wear the glasses. He never did. That would ruin his look.
"Did you see my shoutout to you?" Viktor asked as he hurried to get changed.
Omega tightened his jaw and scowled. "I did. I hated it."
"You loved it," Viktor challenged.
"No, I hated it. Don't ever do that shit again," Omega growled. "Hurry up! There's no time to wait on you."
Viktor laughed as he started to pack his things. "I know you loved it!"
"No!"
"You did!"
"VIKTOR!"
END.
