(Where'd everyone go? It's like Ch84 and 86 went almost entirely unnoticed XD;; /dies in corner/ Guess that's what I get for updating 3 times in a single sitting. /...tempts people to come back by offering rent payment on M rating/)
CHAPTER EIGHTY SEVEN
Viktor unlocked the door and cracked it open, but it was hard to tell through just a few inches of clearance if it was safe to run out and get his coat without being seen. Yuri just went by him and pushed the whole door entirely open.
"Why are you trying to be sneaky? Just go get it!"
"We've been in here this whole time and the furthest either of us has gotten to changing has been you taking off a single skate. It'll look suspicious." Viktor explained, "Oh, there it is..."
Yuri stuck his head around the door frame, and saw where Viktor was pointing...it was close to where the others were still loitering with their food, "There's nothing suspicious about getting your coat."
"What if they ask questions?"
Yuri moved his eyes up to gawk at the man where he was higher up on the door, but then pushed out and made a break for it, even without a skate on the other foot.
"Y-Yuri!?" Viktor called out, half-wondering if he should chase after him.
Everyone in earshot was glancing towards the rink wall, wondering what was going on; Viktor scrambled back behind the door. Half of the group openly asked about what was going on, but Yuri wasn't stopping to answer them, hobbling along awkwardly to grab the jacket and gloves from where they'd been left, and then high-tailed it right back the way he came.
"Yuuuuri!" His mother's voice suddenly rang, making the young skater stop dead in his tracks as he turned his head to look back.
"...Y-Yes?"
She was standing there by the door to where the mini-banquet had been set up, "What are you doing that's taking so long? Viktor hasn't gotten to eat anything yet and we have to get moving soon! They aren't going to wait all day!"
"...'They?'" Viktor repeated to himself curiously, fingering his chin as he listened from where he'd cracked the door a little, "Does she mean the fans that got stuck outside? We don't have anything specific planned out there though..."
"W-We'll be back out soon, I promise!" Yuri stammered, "We just got distracted! Viktor was just telling me what he thought of our Agape earlier! You know how it goes..."
"Well, hurry up then! You can talk all about Adepi later tonight!" Hiroko shooed him along, "I'll just put something aside for Viktor before all these vultures eat everything."
"Sankyuu~! Okaa-sama~!" Viktor waved at her happily.
It was enough of a distraction that Yuri was able to get back in through the door without any other interruptions, and Viktor quickly pulled in after him, quietly pushing the door closed and locking it again with a soft click.
Yuri was already rifling through the coat's pockets, trying to find whatever Viktor had brought, but finding his search fruitless, "See? No big deal."
The Russian was silent as death, even with the thunking of his skate-guards, and he quickly snatched the coat from his husband's grasp with one hand, wrapping the other around his back to pull him close, "Don't worry about it for now. I know where it is." He was practically looming over the shorter figure, with Yuri having put his weight on the skate-less foot, so Viktor was easily 5 or 6 inches taller while still wearing both of his. He tossed the jacket onto a nearby bench, only to look back and find Yuri rising up onto his blade-guard to slide both arms over his shoulders.
Things seemed to slow down quite a bit after that. The urgency had faded away like fog in the rays of the dawning sun. All Yuri wanted to do was hold onto his husband for a while, keeping his arms wrapped around Viktor's shoulders, feeling Viktor's own arms coming around him after that to return the gesture. The Russian seemed to feel the change in the air as well, and said nothing to break that unexpected silence.
Yuri drew in a deep breath, turning his eyes against the taller man's bare neck, "...Where...did you come up with all those things you said earlier?" He asked quietly, "How long did you...?"
"You'd laugh if I told you." Viktor answered quietly, lightly kissing his partner's neck.
"I won't."
Slate eyes a little towards him, but then reached up one of his hands to stroke his hair, "It came to me only while I was out there."
"...But, the video clips...?" Yuri pulled away just enough to set their foreheads against each other, "You planned that much, didn't you?"
"A lot of it was on the fly, honest." The Russian answered, "It was easy enough for the girls to find the clip of the Pre-GP interview, and I had sent them the Sochi album ages ago, so they could pull the pics they liked to make them huge... After everything the others had already said, I knew I had to say something, too. My Uncle was standing nearby when I thought about it, so I asked him to put in a word with Yuuko and her kids to help me out."
So that's what they were talking about...
"I know you get a bit stage-fright though, so I don't expect you to have some big speech of your own to make later." Viktor continued, lifting half-lidded eyes to look into the hazel irises already looking back at him, "Inspiration hit me like a train at the time though, so I went with it."
"...You really came up with that all on the spot." Yuri repeated, almost unbelieving.
"More or less."
"Hmph..."
He's a genius that's always surprising me...
"Does it bother you...?" Viktor wondered abruptly, jamming Yuri's train of thought, "You almost sound as though you didn't like what you heard."
"I'll be thinking about it for weeks." Yuri huffed and lightly shook his head, "You'd just laugh if I told you why."
"Try me. You've got me curiously worried."
The younger figure paused a moment to gather his mind again, but then sighed and lowered his arms off of Viktor's shoulders, trailing his fingers down the man's arms until they pulled his half-gloved hands from behind his back, "This whole afternoon has just...really put into sad perspective that I've practically been infatuated with you since before I even knew what the word meant. I think about how it must look to anyone who's seeing it from the outside, and I wonder...does it seem normal? Am I just some fan like millions of others...or was it an unhealthy obsession? I mean...I had posters of you all over my bedroom walls, got a dog like yours and named him after you... I was skating long before I'd ever heard your name for the first time, but...I don't think I ever would've taken it half so seriously if I hadn't made it my mission to compete against you one day. To meet you one day. And yet...even with all these stupid videos everyone's been laughing at all day, showing how I've been chasing you for literally half my life...you...barely even knew I existed till Sochi, and that was only because I made a fool of myself."
Viktor listened quietly.
"I always feel like only half of me is really here." Yuri admitted, "The other half is still just...watching from behind someone else's eyes, too terrified to believe this is all real, to speak up, or do anything with the gifts I've been given. It's the half that's always asking what you ever saw in me. You could've had anyone in the world that you wanted, but you...chose me." His right leg was starting to get tired from holding his whole weight up, so he finally lowered himself back down to the skate-less foot to take a break, sliding further away from his partner in the process, "We probably exchanged ten words before that Banquet, and most of mine were probably unintelligible. I wouldn't have given someone like me a second thought, never mind all the things you did."
"It's not like I couldn't tell you were nervous around me." Viktor finally said, "I'd seen you skate, and I'd seen you interact with other people...I knew you were different. It all came to a head in Sochi, that's all. I saw that look in your eyes when I asked if you wanted that commemorative photo, and it was the first time you really looked me in the eyes without panicking. You were...above all, embarrassed, sure, but there was more to it than that. Even though we had no connection then, I got this feeling like you thought you'd somehow let me down, and I felt horrible about it. Then that time we were on the beach, you basically said that was the case; how you ignored me so I wouldn't see your shortcomings. But I've seen all that now..." He leaned down to kiss the top of his husband's head, "...I've seen all of it. Your hopes and dreams, the things you want, the things you're scared of...I've seen every part of you; body, mind, heart, and soul...and I've done my best to be a part of it. I just hope that the person still hiding deep inside you, the part that I can't seem to reach, gets what he needs the same way the part you show to the world does."
Yuri was taken aback by those words, just as much as he had been by the ones spoken on the ice, and he had no idea what to say in response. It wasn't enough for him to cry, but he still felt his heart skip a beat.
"...But, that's all a moot point anyway, I guess. I told you once not to question why I love you, because I can't explain that. I just do. So...if you don't mind, we have maybe 20 minutes left, and my love for you is only occasionally matched by my lust, and one of those occasions is now."
Yuri's face went immediately red, dragging him out of his previously somber thought-process and into an entirely different world in half a second flat. He didn't even register the 10 or so feet Viktor had pushed him until he felt the cool of the locker doors against his back, shocking his senses through the sheer fishnet segments of the Eros outfit. Kisses were lathed across his lips, fingers were rising up his chest and roaming through his hair. His mind was trying frantically to catch up, but his body was moving on its own, eager and desperate for the caresses.
...That's what happened... Yuri thought, feeling his husband's tongue in his mouth, one of his legs coming up between his own, Viktor didn't just create two opposing themes for the Short Program... He practically named the opposing feelings inside me. In other people, it's more balanced...but in me...Eros and Agape are constantly fighting for control...
'I don't need you to be any of that. I just want you to stay the way you are.'
Yuri could feel a part of himself sinking away to the back of his mind. A part that didn't want to see what was going on, or to feel it. The part that always made him see Viktor as a figure of myth, as untouchable, unrelatable, too perfect for this world. The part that always made him doubt Viktor's love, and question his own self-worth...the part that made him fall on the ice.
"...Philos..." He said quietly, feeling Viktor's mouth against his neck, half sucking, half kissing.
The Russian paused though, lifting his face a little, trailing the tip of his nose along Yuri's cheek as he went, until one slate-blue eye was looking at the man, "...Philos?"
"The third love." Yuri explained as well as he could despite the sensory overload, "The one that makes me look out from behind the eyes of others. The ones that loves you as my best friend and coach. That's the one that runs and hides when Eros takes over."
Viktor just gawked at him, but then smiled and pressed in closer, pushing his thigh against his partner's center, "Then what about the fourth?"
"...Storge..." Yuri mumbled, "Love for the thing that brought us to the same place...the love for our sport."
"And which am I with now?" Viktor wondered, his hand roaming down his husband's chest and side, coming to rest on his hip.
Hazel eyes half-lidded, looking into the calm blue in front of them past loose strands of black hair, "Moving from Agape to Eros, one kiss at a time."
"Not fast enough, I can tell. I'll have to try harder."
"Hah...?" Yuri deadpanned him in confusion, only to find himself abruptly flipped around, chest and arms pressed against the locker door that his back had been against a second before. Viktor was against him a heartbeat later, spooned against his curved back, left arm snaking around under Yuri's torso to help hold him up as the other crept under the half-skirt panel to grab the man's thigh. Yuri paused for a moment as he adjusted to the switch, lifting his head as he felt Viktor's hand creeping up his chest and under his neck, fingers deftly placed under his jaw as the man himself came up behind him, whispering against his ear.
"And now?"
No words need be said. The transition had been finished. Yuri's cheeks were flushed, but he moved his hips back against Viktor's, and as he turned his eyes just enough to look back at him, Viktor got the message loud and clear.
"That's it. That's what I like to see~" The Russian purred, both hands suddenly moving down to grab the younger man by the crook of his hips and pulled him back, making him feel every inch. When he let out a half-hesitant but still-vocal breath, Viktor knew he had him. He pressed his forehead against the upper part of Yuri's back and started rolling his own hips, keeping his left hand on that still-clothed waist as the other found their way inside the layers.
He found that Yuri was already half ready for him. A few deliberate strokes finished it. More vocal breaths, even a few gasps, encouraged him to go faster. Viktor could almost feel where Yuri was starting to push back against him, though it was hard to tell for sure when he was losing ground against the locker doors. Where once he'd been tilted up against them, Yuri had slid down to nearly horizontal, arms crossed to rest his forehead against them as he tried not to let his legs give out under Viktor's attention. His skate-less foot had gotten weak against the floor, standing on tip-toes until he felt the Russian's bare skin against his center. After that, he moved it up and actually used Viktor's own skate for leverage, standing on the toe to hold himself up.
Viktor's left hand moved from Yuri's waist to join the other underneath the form-fitting black fabric, but went up to touch his chest instead of down to join his right around Yuri's center. Viktor pushed his hand up against him to make him stand a bit more vertically, only to withdraw his hands entirely.
Yuri turned his head in confusion, wondering why without saying so, but realizing they were just moving spots again. Viktor had already set one of his blades to the other side of the bench as he reached for his partner's hand to guide him over as well, wordlessly encouraging him to sit the same way but facing him. Yuri was quick to do as bid, but instead of just setting himself down on the bench, he waited until Viktor was already there and then slid in to sit on his lap, arms up over Viktor's shoulders as he slid down the front of his body, kissing him all the while.
It was a bit easier to move after that, and Yuri took full advantage, rising up and down slowly against the Russian's hips several times. It was music to his ears to hear the man's ragged breaths against his ear, even feeling the slight clenches where his pale hands clutched to his sides, holding him tight to add his pressure to the grind.
Yuri laced his fingers through Viktor's silver-grey hair as they kissed again, thoroughly relishing in how he was one of the only people on the planet to be able to mess it up after it had been styled so perfectly for a show. Maybe even being the only person. He didn't want to ask right then, though. It didn't matter.
Viktor Nikiforov is mine. I'm the only one who will ever hear these sounds or see these sights of him again.
His last slide down took him further than before, and his hands followed after, trailing down the Russian's neck and the open part of the white shirt. He looked down only long enough to watch his fingers play with and then unclasp the golden cords that came across his abdomen, letting them hang to the side so he could undo the small, well-hidden buttons on the front of the shirt.
Blue eyes watched intently, almost unblinking, not wanting to miss a microsecond of the sight in front of them. Viktor drew in a hissed breath and leaned back a little as he felt Yuri's cold fingers against his skin, sliding in under the fabric as he leaned into him again, kissing the bare chest. The kisses soon turned to nibbles and licks, trailing up to Viktor's neck. The Russian was eventually forced to pull his hands back to hold himself up, clasping to either side of the bench where they came to rest behind himself. He almost found his left arm giving out under him as he felt Yuri's fingers reach down between them suddenly, cupping him through the thicker fabric of his almost-black dress pants.
"Nh...Yuri..."
A few practiced movements, and the Asian freed his husband, keeping his eyes solidly on the azure pools in front of him. Yuri watched those eyes flicker a little as his hands started to stroke, listened to the raspy breaths, the gasps, and quiet, muffled moans. He was almost sure his manipulation would put the Russian down onto his back, but Viktor was always ready to surprise him, pushing himself back to upright again and then looming forward. Yuri found himself tipping backwards instead, caught only by Viktor's hands snaking around his waist. The Russian was practically hunched over from the sensation of Yuri's fingers around him, and he breathed more deeply just to catch up.
The younger man just started at his task again, even as Viktor pulled him closer and attacked his neck. He could feel Viktor's hands coming up under the shirt again, sliding up his naked back until it forced the entire garment up. Not to be underserved, once the top was half-way up, Viktor pulled one of his hands away to move the thing further out of the way of Yuri's chest on purpose, letting him slip further down until he could kiss at the newly exposed skin. He immediately went for one of the pink nubs, sucking on it briefly before moving to the other, and then kissing further and further down until Yuri was laying flat on his back in front of him.
Even from that, Yuri found himself a little out of breath already, and he watched Viktor move further down his abdomen as he quietly got his wind back. The black pants were in the way after that, and Viktor could go no further until he'd pulled them away. He didn't do so right away though, just gently kissing at the man's toned core and the crests of his hips, his hands roaming over Yuri's chest all the while. The teasing was relentless, and Yuri was starting to get antsy, much to his husband's delight.
Viktor pulled away though, reaching back for his jacket, finding the little bottle and setting it beside his right skate before rolling up the garment to set it behind Yuri's head for his comfort. The younger man just watched in silence, their eyes meeting briefly before Viktor went to start pulling the lower garb away, only able to fully get it off of the one leg where Yuri had been able to get the skate off. That was enough though, and the Russian pushed the rest to hang off the other leg. He reached up with his right thumb-gloved hand and gently stroked his partner's cheek before trailing those fingers down the length of his chest and abdomen. He reluctantly pulled away from where he'd pressed their centers together before, but leaned over Yuri's core as he went, quietly kissing each inch lower until he was where he wanted to be.
Yuri could only muffle his cries as he felt Viktor take him in his mouth, his free leg kicking out a little at the sensation, and his whole body clenching against it. He felt every lick, every kiss, every suck, and slowly let himself cry out a little louder each time. He knew how thick the walls were and he knew no sound could be heard from the rink as long as something was going on out there, so there was no worry about being heard again. He ran his fingers through his own hair as he raised his arms up above his head, being pulled closer and closer to the edge with each lathe of that hot tongue against him. As Yuri's gasps became more like reluctant squeaks, Viktor withdrew, giving Yuri half a moment to relax before moving on.
He raised Yuri's bare leg up against himself, propping it against his shoulder as Yuri caught his breath. He'd reached back for the small bottle behind him on the bench and prepared the slickness between them without a word, removing the thumb-glove on his right hand without the younger man's notice. He glanced up though as he felt Yuri raising his skate-leg up against his side, setting the guarded heel of the blade on the bench where the bottle had come from and knocked it off. It fell to the floor with a slightly hollow thud before rolling a few inches, and then stopping.
Viktor slid forward on the bench, pressing themselves together again as he loomed over his partner, pushing hard against him as he came down to kiss him. His hands roamed up to find his partner's, and their fingers laced together as they slid against each other for a little while. Viktor continued the kisses, moving off to nibble Yuri's neck now and then, kissing his mouth again, then moving down to the other side, all while keeping up the slick grind down below, encouraged by Yuri's legs curved around him. He was starting to ache for the warmth though, and he moved his hips a bit lower, removing his gloveless hand only long enough to position himself, feel the tip slide in, and then replaced his hand where it was before. He could feel Yuri's fingers clenching around his own the further he pushed in, pulling back several times in an effort at sliding forward a little further each time.
Yuri cried out against the crook of his shoulder, soon forced to pull his hands free again to clutch at the man lying over top of him. Viktor hissed a gasp as he felt his husband lightly rake his back, his skate-less leg kicking a bit against his side, but it only served to make him arc his back and push in further. Yuri arched his back as well as he felt it, practically hoisting himself up on the back of his head where it rested against the rolled up coat.
"...You okay? Yuri..."
"Nh...you just...went in faster than...normal..." The younger man gasped, slowly letting his back straighten again as he went back to lying down flat, "It's...fine..."
"Sorry...I'm excited~"
Yuri blinked one eye open to look up at the man, but found the energy through his discomfort to smile, "I couldn't tell."
"I'll show you then." The Russian said, giving him quite the look, and sliding almost all the way out in the process. The music of Yuri's reluctant gasp filled the room, and Viktor pushed in again as far as he could.
"Nnnhh...Vik-Viktor...!"
The older skater slid his arms under Yuri's shoulders to hold onto him better, and then settled into a slow rhythm, moving as well as he could until the awkward added height of his skates made his legs hurt. He pulled upright to sitting after that, and hauled Yuri up with him. He leaned around to grab his rolled up jacket and set it down behind his own head before lying down on his back. Yuri's hands were flat against his chest, but he drooped down to kiss his husband, setting their foreheads together as he felt Viktor's arms come up around him.
The slow thrust began again after that, with Viktor pushing up into him now instead. It was a lot easier to move from that angle, and Yuri heard his husband making a lot more noise after that. He felt Viktor's hands come down from where they'd gently clasped around the back of his neck, roaming down his chest, then parking over where his legs spread over his hips. He could feel that Viktor was practically anchoring him there, and the thrusts became faster and harder. Yuri had to push up from where he'd been resting on his elbows and forearms against his partner's chest, sitting fully upright against the sensation.
...He's going to finish before I'm even close at this rate...
Completely unexpectedly, Yuri rose up far enough that Viktor fell out, leaving the Russian rather confused as his rhythm was stalled.
"Yuuurriiiii..." He grumbled, "We don't have a lot of ti-"
"I know." The younger man put his finger on his husband's lips to silence him, "But don't worry about it." He settled back down onto Viktor's hips, taking them both into his hands gently and starting to move them as he'd been taught to. The Russian resigned to watching him, slowly stroking the man's thighs, one clothed and one bare. He leaned his head back against the makeshift pillow as Yuri's efforts drew him closer to the edge that he'd just been denied. Nearly there though, he could tell that his partner wasn't, and he realized why Yuri had moved when he had. He reached his hands down to cover where his husband's still grasped them together, stopping him where he was without saying a word. He quickly sat upright after that, pushing off from the bench until he could pull his leg over so they'd both be on the same side. He hugged his arms around Yuri's small frame, kissing just under his chest as he guided him back down into his lap, allowing him the bench so he'd have something to rest his knees on.
Once settled, Viktor repositioned himself and pushed inside again, gasping against Yuri's damp skin as he went lower and lower. He wasn't about to let the man move though without giving him something to push against, and he deftly circled his fingers around where he was pressed against his abdomen. Yuri seemed to understand, and started the motions as he felt the gentle massage between them.
That did the trick. Viktor could feel his husband's body starting to tense up against him, his legs trembling where he was starting to falter in his movements. He helped the younger man along with his free arm, slipping around his lower back to pull him up. He kissed at Yuri's chest, feeling as the man wrapped his own arms around his head, hugging him tighter as he got closer to release. Fingers ran through silver-grey hair, almost clenching it, but not daring. A few more ascents and squeezes, and Viktor felt the hot liquid against his skin, dripping over his hand and down to his abdomen. Yuri cried out against the side of his head, his whole body seizing against the climax.
Viktor followed soon after, almost clawing at Yuri's back where the shirt had still been pushed away.
They panted against each other for what felt like several minutes. Yuri eventually slid back down to Viktor's lap, leaning back just enough to see his leavings on the man's skin, unsure what to do about it at that point. Viktor wouldn't let him think about it though, putting his fingers under his chin to pull him into a gentle kiss. He turned his face just slightly after that, setting their foreheads together and smiling, "You get better at this every time." He said quietly, still a little out of breath.
"...Mh."
"Pretty soon, I'll have you wanting to take me again."