A/N Hello dear reader, just a little heads up. This is an alternate account for PrincessEmmylee. So if these stories seem familiar, that's because I cannot get into my account and I'm working on the issue and I apologize for the confusion this may have caused. Once (If) everything returns to normal, the stories and all new chapters will be sent over there.
Yuri stepped out of the shower, turning off the hot water. It had been a long road to where he was now and Victor was responsible for it all. He reached for his towel, wrapping it around his waist.
Yuri opened the door, peeking out cautiously, but finding his hotel room empty. He made his way over to his bed, where he had laid out his clothes, pulling on his black sweater and lifting the pair of boxers from the mattress. As he prepared to put them on, the door opened and his coach stepped inside.
"There you are, Yuri."The silver haired man greeted, placing a bag on the bed. "I was hoping you changed your mind about not going to the party tonight." Yuri blushed, covering himself once more.
"Victor!" He cried in embarrassment.
"It's not like I haven't seen you undressed before, Yuri. Remember all those times in the hot springs?"
"That's not the point, you-"
"Why aren't you there, everyone was asking about you."
"I don't have much to celebrate. I just...want to sleep. We have to catch our flights tomorrow and-"
"You won the silver medal, you had a much better year tha-"
"Yeah, and now it's over. Can we please just-it's been a really long, emotionally draining day and-" Victor moved closer, reaching out to the younger man, only for him to pull away.
"Yuri, talk to me. I'm still your coach for the rest of today, what's wrong?"Yuri turned his attention back to his task.
"Yuri-"the younger man sighed heavily.
"Fine. I didn't win the gold. I'm a failure because I asked you to be my coach and I couldn't even get you the gold. The one person I've always looked up to-the person-I owe you so much for giving up this year and being there for me. Now after all this, we're just joining to walk out of each other's lives and...I'm really going to-" Victor reached out a second time, pulling Yuri close to him. He placed a hand gently on the younger man's face, gazing into his eyes before kissing him.
"I never want to hear you say that again. You're not a failure, Yuri. You are stunningly beautiful, talented, you are my eros."
"Don't do that." Yuri said turning away.
"Don't do what?" Victor asked in confusion.
"Tease me like that. I'm serious, Victor."
"So am I. In fact, I had every intention of showing you that." Victor kissed him once again, this time with more passion. "I've never felt this strongly about anyone. I want tonight to be special for us. A night we'll always remember." He guided Yuri to the bed, removing the black sweater and leaning him back onto the mattress. Yuri moaned into yet another kiss as Victor joined him on the bed. The silver haired man moved away from Yuri's lips, softly kissing the man's neck, slowly trailing kisses slowly down toward Yuri's stomach.
"V-Victor, I don't know if we should, Yurio's room is the next one over and-"
"He's not in there. We'll be fine. " The older man removed his own shirt. "Are you okay with this?"
"A-are you sure you want to, I didn't-"
"Don't worry about that. It's not about skating, I want to show you how much I love you, Yuri. How much you really mean to me...more than all the gold in the world. I want to make love to you and tell you my secret." Victor said softly, removing the rest of his clothes.
"What secret?"Yuri asked as Victor nuzzled him, the slender hand made its way to Yuri's boxers. Yuri's mind reeled, this was actually happening. If anyone had told him that he would find himself in bed with Victor Nikivorov, he would've called them insane. It wasn;t long before Yuri was lost in the intense pleasure. Victor leaned close to his ear.
"You've always been beautiful to me. While you were busy admiring me, you couldn't see that I just wanted to be closer to you. Being your coach was the best thing that's ever happened to me."
"Y-you're j-just saying that right now because-Victor!" The older man chuckled softly.
"We have all night, Yuri. It only gets better, I promise."
Yuri woke to the sound of his alarm clock. He reached over to the desk and turned it off, sighing. He hated waking up in the middle of the dream, though it was more of a memory of the last night they spent together. It had only been a little over a month since they parted, promising to keep in touch. Yuri knew Victor would get busy with training and soon forget him.
Yuri rested a hand on his belly, he'd been having stomach aches for the past two weeks. He sighed, realizing the pain would be with him again today. He closed his eyes, settling back into his pillow, turning his head to view the photos on his wall. Images of him standing beside his beloved Victor inside the Ice Castle, They had just begun training, both completely oblivious to the camera being pointed at them. The triplets had taken it, offering it to Yuri as a welcome home gift. A soft knock on his door pulled him from his thoughts.
"Yuri?" His mother called through the door, "Are you awake dear?" Without waiting for an answer, Hiroko pushed open the door, carrying a small tray with a bowl and a bottle of water. She carefully made her way over to his bed, setting the tray on the desk. Yuri sat up, fixing the cover around his body.
"How are you feeling today, is your stomach any better?" She pressed her lips to his forehead. "You have a little fever. I wish you wouldn't have put this off, you're so much like your father. It's a good thing Yuko's coming over to take you to your appointment today. I'm worried about you, Son."
"I'm ookay, it's probably just the flu, you really don't have to worry so much."
"I'm your mother, I'm always going to worry about you. Now try to eat something so you can be ready when she gets here. I made you some soup. I don't want to hear you're not hungry, you still need something in your stomach or you'll end up fainting."
"Mom, no one faints from missing one dinner. I don't know if I can keep it down, I'm still a little sick today."
"Just take your time, whatever you don't eat can be put away for later. I love you, Son."
"Love you too."Hiroko turned to leave but stopped. She put her hand inside her pocket.
"You left your phone out in the common area, your father picked it up, it rang a little while ago, but we didn't look to see who it was." She handed the device to her son and left, closing the door behind her.
Yuri reached for the water bottle, twisting off the cap and taking a sip. He wasn't looking forward to this appointment, He grabbed his phone, checking the display. He groaned, clicking the call back button and waited.
"Hey Yuri." Yuko answered. "How are you feeling?"
""I'm okay, I guess. It's not getting worse at least. Sorry I missed your call. I forgot my phone last night and I haven't been out of bed yet."
"It's fine. Listen, I'm running a little late today. We'll definitely get there in time for you to see the doctor, but I just wanted to let you know. Axel had a little accident on the ice this morning and we just got back from the emergency room-"
"Is she okay? If you can't do it, it's fine, Yuko. I'll just get a taxi or-"
"She's alright, nothing broken, it's just a bad sprain. I'm dropping off a prescription right now. If you're okay with it, I'll drop you off at the doctor and run back and grab it."
"Yeah, your kids come first. You do what you have to do."
"So I'll give you a call when I'm on my way, okay?"
"Yeah, thanks again for this." When the call ended, Yuri leaned back once again, gently rubbing his stomach.
"Stupid stomach ache." He muttered, plugging the phone into the charger. He decided against an attempt at eating the soup, not wanting it to come back up in Yuko's car. He closed his eyes, allowing himself to drift back into sleep until the phone would again ring.