CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED FOUR
The first twenty or so minutes of the movie were...peculiar.
The opening sequence had made Yuri wonder what he'd gotten himself into, as it silently depicted footage from an old-style film reel of a normal-seeming modern family being hanged to death from a tree, presumably in their own back yard. The 'found footage' ended, and the movie went on to show its main protagonists moving into the same house that the previous family had lived in, although all but one of them were ignorant of its history.
Yuri was practically using Viktor as a shield to hide behind, especially after the first jump-scare had made him flinch enough to accidently whack the back of the Russian's head in his panic. Not hard, but enough to ruffle his hair a little and make him sit up to turn and gawk back at him.
Viktor was giving the same look as he'd given the morning he had once insisted they go to the ocean, and had practically broken Yuri's bedroom door down in the process...but just like back then, his apparent fury quickly subsided and he just laughed at his spooked husband before turning to settle in again, leaning back into Yuri's chest.
"You didn't see that one coming a mile away?" The Russian teased.
"...I'm used to scary movies building up tension through general creepiness, not sudden loud noises at unexpected times." Yuri answered anxiously, "I'll be seeing that thing's face in the hedges everywhere I go now."
Viktor crossed his ankles, and started to melt a little as he felt Yuri's fingers starting to gently press into the knots in his shoulders, "...I once got Yurio to watch The Ring. He was 11 or something. Hilarity ensued."
"I saw that movie when I was in Detroit still." Yuri followed, almost unconsciously kneading the Russian's skin, "I had to turn TV and computer screens away for like a week. Phichit-kun even put water on the floor under my door just so I'd step in it and freak out."
"Did you?"
.
"NO MATTER WHERE YOU GO IN THIS WORLD, PHICHIT CHULANONT, IF I DIE...I WILL FIND YOU, AND I WILL HAUNT YOU."
The Thai skater was in stitches, practically crying from laughing so hard. Yuri was in tears, too, but for entirely different reasons.
.
"...Nah." Yuri denied.
Viktor stretched his arms up as he laughed in spite of his husband, "You're a terrible liar. I'll have to go trolling through Phichit's archives to see what really happened."
The younger skater was flailing his hands around in a panic as the Russian sat up to arch his back forward, "N-no, no no! You don't have to do that! I-I don't think he recorded anything anyway! ...He was too busy laughing at me."
"Ahah! The truth comes out!" Viktor twisted a little to point a finger to the tip of his partner's nose, flicking it lightly before turning back around again.
"...Viktoorrrr...!" Yuri just pressed himself quickly against the man's back before he could lean into him again, pressing his forehead between Viktor's shoulder-blades as his hands clasped each other around his front, "...Maybe...I just spook easily."
"You do."
Just then, and much to Yuri's chagrin, another banging sound reverberated through the headphones and startled him enough to make him jump. After a few seconds of feeling like his heart was about to explode, he managed to half-peel himself off of his husband's back, and took in a deep breath, "...I think I'm too tipsy for this movie... Every jump-scare seems to be worse than it would be already." He shrugged each shoulder up to push the device off the side of his head, letting it fall around the back of his neck.
"You want to turn it off?" Viktor pulled one muff off and set it just behind his ear.
"...No. You can keep watching if you want. I'll just...go back to doing what I was already doing."
Viktor turned his eyes to watch Yuri crossing his left leg in front of him, while the other stayed where it was, following the curve of his own leg where it stretched out beside him. Yuri's hands then went back to their previous task, kneading out the knots in his shoulders. It went on like that for a minute or so, before the grey shirt was too much of a hindrance to Yuri's efforts, and his hands went underneath of it instead, pressing his thumbs against the Russian's back in slow circles as he worked his way up.
He caught a glimpse of the movie every once in a while, as he worked his way around Viktor's shoulders again, but it seemed like every time he did, there was something disturbing being shown. The last straw for the hapless, slightly-drunk skater was seeing another found-footage scene where a family was tied to deck chairs and dragged into a pool to drown, only for some demonic-looking thing to turn under the water and slowly start moving towards them.
But, instead of simply complaining, or asking that the movie be shut off, he scuttled out of the way and pushed Viktor down to his back. All of three seconds later, he was perched on the man's lap, and had turned the front of his shirt into a new 'house,' shoving his head under it and staying there.
"...You sure you don't want me to turn it off?" Viktor laughed, using a finger to hold open the hole around his neck to see the fluff of black hair just within.
"...I keep looking at the weirdest moments..."
"It gets worse."
"...How much worse could it get?"
"...Lawnmowers."
Yuri turned his head a little to look 'up' and saw the Russian just smirking at him through the opening, "So you've seen this movie before!"
"Sure. As soon as I saw it was on the list, I figured it'd be the easiest choice. Better than spending another hour channel surfing, right? Not like this flight lasts forever." Viktor explained, moving his arms up to wrap them around his perturbed spouse.
Yuri just grumbled. He could feel the Russian's right thumb starting to stroke where it held onto his back, slowly moving back and forth to soothe him, and within a few minutes, his pounding heart finally calmed back to normal. He listened to the sound of Viktor's where he had his head pressed against the man's chest, and soon decided that it probably wouldn't matter if the movie was entirely ignored. He pulled his head out of the makeshift 'shelter,' ruffled his extra-messy hair back to its only-slightly-messy look, and then rose up on his knees a little, "...Roll over?"
"Hm?"
"No point leaving a job half-done."
"Oh~!" Viktor did as asked, and felt Yuri sitting back down on the back of his legs.
Having seen the movie before and not caring if he finished, he discarded the headphones and pulled the carry-bag close as he felt Yuri's hands going back to their work, starting on his lower back and sides. From the bag, he pulled out his phone, unlocking it as Yuri watched.
"...What's the point without wifi?" The younger man wondered, pushing the soft grey fabric a little further away as he moved his way back up the man's torso.
"Not looking to get online. Silence can be deafening though in its own right."
Yuri watched as the music app was pulled up, and Viktor started shuffling through what seemed like a hundred different playlists.
Night Music, Opera, Techno/Dance, Worlds Helsinki Exhibition, Potential Short Program, Potential Free Skate, Yuri's List, etc.
"...I have a list?"
Viktor huffed a quiet laugh, "...That's Yurio's list, actually. Years back, when I promised to choreograph his Senior debut, I thought I'd put together a bunch of music for him to pick from so it'd be easier for me to get inspired. But then I forgot all about it! Given his tepid response to doing Agape, I guess it was good that he didn't have to pick from my own choices."
"So they were all kind of like Agape?"
"Not thematically-speaking...but even back then, seeing how rebellious he was, I thought I could tame him a little by giving him music that was calmer. Wanna hear?"
"Sure."
Viktor nodded and clicked into the playlist, and a rather substantial number of songs popped up. He just clicked the Randomize button though and then put his phone onto the top of the dividing wall, grabbing a pillow just above him and 'hugging' it as he let himself relax for the rest.
The music was initially difficult to hear over the sound of the plane's engines, but Yuri focused, closing his eyes as his hands continued to press against pale flesh.
(Anything at all from the NieR or NieR: Automata OST. I have Automata's "'Tower' (Calm Version) [Vocals]" playing to start.)
He could almost imagine someone skating to the song...but the person he saw wasn't Yurio. It wasn't even himself...it wasn't Viktor, either, at least not as he was in that moment...his younger self, maybe, when his hair was still long.
Yuri continued the meager massage, doing his best to work on every inch of muscle in front of him. A few songs went by as he went about his business...but then an idea came to mind, and he stopped abruptly to reach for the bag Viktor had brought. The Russian glanced back a little curiously, but waited patiently as the sound of Yuri rifling through their things went on. Soon, the bag was back where it came from, and Viktor felt a sudden cold against his back.
It made him jump a little, and he turned back to glance at the man, "...What was that?"
"My favorite thing." Yuri answered ambiguously, making the man turn back around to how he was before by moving his hands through the cold spot and spreading it around.
Viktor waited a moment in confusion, but then felt his skin starting to get warm, and he realized what Yuri had done.
...He's definitely more creative in these circumstances when he'd had something to drink first. Or maybe he's always considered it, and having a bit of liquid courage makes him more bold? I wonder what else he's going to do?
Hands moved more easily after that, sliding up and down the man's back and sides, stopping just short of Viktor's shoulders, where the grey shirt had gotten bunched up. He unraveled his arms from where they'd wrapped comfortably around the pillow, and reached up behind himself to yank the material over his head and give his younger partner more space to roam. Yuri took full advantage of it, moving his hands up immediately. He started to move forward against Viktor's legs, sitting higher up so he wouldn't have to reach so far, pausing...looking...thinking.
Viktor turned his eyes slightly to look by the wrinkles of the shirt around his shoulder, wondering what was going through Yuri's mind as the motions changed. He felt Yuri's hands pull away from where they'd stopped moving, heard a little rustling, and then felt the fullness of his husband's bare chest against his back. Yuri's arms came around under his own as well after that, palms flat against his chest as he started nibbling at his right ear.
"...Yuri...?"
No answer came, only light kisses trailing down the side of his neck, until Yuri buried his face against the crook or his shoulder and held there for a moment.
...How interesting...
The younger man hugged him tight before moving down again, kissing his way past each inch, moving to just between the Russian's shoulder blades. Viktor felt a hand against his side, nudging upward a little, which he took as a gesture for him to turn onto his back again. He did as bid, slipping one arm out of the grey top as he went. Yuri settled to sit over his waist and went right for his neck, kissing him there eagerly as his right hand stayed on the side of Viktor's chest, the other weaving through the man's silvery hair. The Russian was loving every second of it, moving his own hands up over Yuri's back, roaming gently back and forth until his left hand was as much through that black hair as Yuri's was through his own.
Before long, kisses against each others' neck and ears forced them to face one another. Viktor just smiled.
"You're eager."
"I feel sorry for whoever tries to tell me to stop."
"...I'd almost like to see that."
"I want you..." Yuri said, even quieter than he already was, nudging their foreheads together as he closed his eyes.
"I'm yours."
"...Even...here...?" Hazel eyes half-opened again.
"Isn't that what you had in mind all along?"
Yuri's already-pink cheeks got redder, "...It was...a thought."
"Don't stop now." Viktor encouraged, turning his face slightly to speak the words against his partner's lips, "I'll be disappointed if you do."
Yuri gathered up all four flutes of champagne in his system and went for it, kissing the man without hesitation. He could feel the rest of his body wanting rock forward already, so he started trailing down Viktor's neck again as he moved his way down, hands caressing the man's sides as he went. He paused over Viktor's hips and pushed into him there with his own, making the older figure draw in a hissed breath. Yuri wasn't done there though, kissing his way to the side of the man's chest, taking the small pink nub into his mouth.
"Ahh~!"
Yuri peeked an eye open and glanced up, but then pulled away entirely, "...Ohmygod, I got you to blush."
"...Hah?"
"I did!" Yuri said again proudly, "Your face is probably almost as red as mine is!"
"...Only half as much." Viktor insisted, bucking the man a little to make him keep going, which he finally did.
Arms went under the Russian's back to hold him close, and Yuri went back to what he was doing before, lathing his tongue over the nub and then circling around it. A moment later, he was doing the same thing to the other one, giving it the proper attention, and then moving lower again. He kissed his way down to the man's navel, dipped his tongue into it, and continued down again.
Viktor watched intently, fascinated, and felt where the younger man settled on his lower legs. He was a little surprised to find that Yuri didn't immediately withdraw him, but he supposed that with greater experience, he'd know to prolong the teasing until it almost hurt. So he felt as the man paid him all sorts of attention...through two layers of clothing. He'd gotten so used to the feeling that he actually gasped loudly and pushed up on his elbows when Yuri finally had him in his mouth. The noise made Viktor worry for a moment...in all his previous escapades, he'd never had to worry so much about being caught in the act...but this time, and especially with Yuri being so unusually fearless...the anxiety of it actually crept up a little inside him. For the first time, it was Viktor himself who had his hand over his mouth, trying not to make so much noise.
Yuri's motions were more refined than ever, and the bubbly gave him the courage to do what he liked without the worry that he was doing it wrong. He looked up briefly to see his husband biting down on a knuckle. It only encouraged him to do more. Hands suddenly did more than just hold the man in position, and the sound of Viktor trying so hard not to make noise was like music.
...I wonder if there's a point where even he wouldn't be able to stop himself from crying out?
He wasn't that drunk though, and pared everything down a little afterwards, though mostly because he didn't want his husband to finish before they'd even really gotten started. A few more moments, and Yuri lifted away, intending to slowly make his way back up the way he'd come, but finding Viktor too eager for that. The Russian pulled him up quickly, sitting up to kiss his husband passionately, then dragging him back down again as one knee came up aside Yuri's legs. The kiss was interrupted though as Viktor had to bring his hand up to his mouth again abruptly, feeling Yuri press hard against him, and even go further to wedge both of his knees against the side of his hips, forcing the other leg to come up around Yuri's waist.
Seeing the pink shade on Viktor cheeks turn redder made Yuri even bolder, and he moved down to the man's neck as the grind began. Arms came down again as Yuri held himself up on his elbows, sliding his hands and arms under the Russian's shoulders, pressing himself against the man's center, slowly but firmly.
It was almost too much to take. There were still too many clothes. Viktor wanted skin. His hands came down from Yuri's back in a desperate bid to push the remaining clothes away. When enough was gone and Viktor was able to take his husband into his hands, he crossed his ankles behind Yuri's back and squeezed him in close.
Viktor did his best after that to seize back control, taking them both in his hands like he usually did, removing one hand only long enough to look for the bottle of warming liquid that Yuri had dropped sometime earlier. When he realized that Yuri already had it, and felt it being drizzled onto their skin, he realized that he wouldn't be getting control back at all at that point.
It was...a weird feeling, to say the least.
His eyes shot open as he felt Yuri lifting him up, dragging him a slight distance up the make-shift bed, and depositing him to lean against where a pile of pillows stacked up against the back of the chair. Slate-blue irises scanned the younger man for answers, but all he got were hazel pools looking right back at him.
His own words came back to his mind after that.
Submit.
Submiiiittt...
Yuri was on his neck again, moving down just past the turn of his shoulder, picking up the slow push against Viktor's hips.
...He's only ever been this out-going in short bursts before...a few seconds at a time, if that.
The Russian's thoughts went back on those moments...last year's Cup of China Short Program, when he'd put his hand over Yuri's closed fist on the rink wall, trying to tell him that the time of thinking about katsudon for inspiration was over. Yuri had unexpectedly opened his hand and clasped their fingers together, even leaning up to touch their foreheads, staring straight into him.
'...Don't ever take your eyes off me.'
It happened again at Rostelecom, right before that Short Program as well. He was waving at his home crowd when Yuri grabbed his tie and yanked him back around.
'...The show has already begun, Viktor.'
'You're right.'
'Don't worry. I'll show my love to all of Russia.'
Showing Yuri the Duetto outfit for the first time had gotten him excitable, too. Viktor wasn't sure it that counted, since that moment had a lot of history building up behind it.
But, Four Continents had its moment as well, even if it wasn't on the ice at all that time. It was after Yuri's 115.54 SP score. Viktor had promised to rip the clothing off of him and make love with him right there in the rink, but had spared his then-fiancé the trouble of needing to repair his outfit for Worlds. The look on Yuri's face when they got back to the hotel though...
'...Do it.'
He'd ripped every button off the front of Yuri's shirt after that, forcing him to wear his open-chested Duetto shirt to the Banquet after the event was over.
The most recent time Viktor could recall that Yuri had been so eager to get close was at Worlds, lunging at him through the elevator doors.
No matter what happened or what was going on though, Yuri inevitably went back to letting me lead. I wonder how he'll be like lat-
His eyes went wide. He'd stopped paying attention for just long enough that Yuri had gotten into him. The surprise was enough that Viktor felt frozen for a moment, and Yuri had to look him over just to make sure he was okay.
"...Did I...do something wrong?" The younger skater wondered, worried now and moving to withdraw, only to feel the man's legs clamp down on him again.
"...Y-Yuri..." He finally muttered, both hands coming up on either side of his partner's face, "...I just...didn't expect that..." He closed his eyes and pressed his forehead to Yuri's, "...After what you said before..."
"I was an emotional wreck at the time." Yuri explained quietly, staying put for the moment until the tension wore down and he felt safe to move again, "...I said things that I didn't entirely mean, at least not as much as it probably seemed."
"And you're not just half-drunk now?"
The younger skater pushed all the way in, derailing Viktor's train of thought, and forcing him to bring his hand back to cover his mouth. He bit down on the tip of his thumb after that. He could feel Yuri leaning in, nosing the edge of his ear as he slid past silver-grey bangs.
"I am, but I'm an honest drunk, aren't I?" Yuri proposed, pulling back a little, "If I hadn't been completely blitzed in Sochi, we wouldn't even be here now, right?" He pushed in again.
Viktor drew in a quick breath, keeping his left hand on Yuri's head as the other went around his back, "...You better not forget this."
"I won't. I only had four glasses, not four bottles." He answered simply, pulling his head back around to touch his nose to his husband's, pausing a moment to savor the look in his eyes, and then leaning down to kiss him.
The slow push and pull began anew after that, and Viktor held fast to his partner with both arms around him, the right reaching up further to feel raven hair on his fingers. Yuri did the same in turn, hugging the Russian tightly where he leaned up against the back of the chair and pillows. Both were careful to be as quiet as possible, having no idea where any of the Air France staff were at any given time. They could only assume most had gone to staff quarters to try and sleep, leaving only one person awake to keep an ear out for requests, but not listening so closely that they'd overhear conversation and eavesdrop. So the pair went about their business unbothered.
Viktor hadn't been able to keep his ankles crossed forever, and they soon loosened behind Yuri's back, giving the younger skater opportunity to hook his arms under the man's knees and pull his legs higher up. The Russian's face was fully red at that point, which was odd from Yuri's perspective...it was hardly the first time he'd taken his husband.
I wonder why he's so embarrassed tonight...? Is it that different? ...Is it the risk of being walked-in on? Or is it me...?
He kissed the man again, only to find him raising his right leg right up over his shoulder, twisting a little bit, returning to center, turning the other way, then pausing.
"What is it...?"
"You keep almost hitting it, but then the feeling fades..." Viktor explained, trying to catch his breath, "I was trying to find it again."
Yuri tilted his head a little, but then realized, "...Oh...turn around, then."
The Russian pulled his leg back down and pushed to sit up a little, feeling the moment he'd come off his partner entirely and uttering a light breathy gasp as he did so. Yuri put his hand on Viktor's side as he turned about-face and sat again on his knees. He leaned over the man and kissed his back lightly, hands stroking slowly over his sides as he inched in closer from behind again.
"I find that it's easier from this angle, when you do it." Yuri said quietly, the music from Viktor's phone still playing softly from where it had been set on the small wall between the two seats, "I'll try my best."
The Russian waited quietly as his husband got back to position, placing himself and then leaning against his back again with the right hand coming around to his chest while the left moved down to the crook of his thigh. He felt the hand pulling him up a little bit, and he let it guide him until he was just above the younger man's lap. Yuri then nudged his forehead against Viktor's upper back to make him lean a little forward, and gently eased into him again as Viktor moved down.
It took a few moments and a little repositioning, but when the Russian had to bury his face into his arms where he held to the head-rest of the seat, Yuri knew he'd found the right spot. He took the whole thing rather seriously at that point. He added a little more warming liquid, and started moving with purpose. Yuri was on a mission. He hadn't been able to please his husband the way he wanted up to then because of nerves and self-doubt, but he wasn't going to fail him now. The man had literally given up all control...the least he could do was make it worthwhile.
Hands moved slowly downward, palms flat against the Russian's chest and abdomen, sliding closer to center until they encircled around the member. He kissed at the man's back as he pushed in, hands pulling and rubbing, listening intently to every restrained gasp and moan that Viktor tried to keep quiet.
Slate-blue eyes widened though as he heard the words.
"...Let them hear."
He turned those eyes back slightly, like he wasn't sure he understood correctly. Brown eyes gazed back at him intently though.
"Cry out."
It's just like Rostelecom...! He wants everyone to know!
Viktor had no trouble with that order. It was easier to enjoy everything without the responsibility of trying to protect his husband's modesty. It was quick and intense after that, and the Russian was sure everyone in the front of the plane heard him...which was half the fun anyway. He wanted to know how red everyone's faces would be in the morning. These people who had seen how quiet and reserved Yuri was when they boarded...he wanted them to know how passionate the young skater really was. But, just as he was on the edge, he pushed back far enough to force the man back to sitting again, pulled off and then turned around. One hand came up to caress the younger man's jaw, and he leaned in close.
Yuri was entirely confused, but as soon as he felt himself getting bowled over with a kiss, and his husband pushing between his legs, he understood. More of the warming liquid, a few hard and deliberate thrusts against center, and Viktor moved down to get inside him in turn. He gave the younger figure a moment to adjust, and then slowly made his way deeper until his hips were pressed right up against him. It was almost rough after that, arms around Yuri's frame like Viktor was worried the man would slip out of his grasp if he didn't. Yuri himself had both arms over his head to keep from getting pushed right into the other seat. His back arched up as the Russian picked up the pace, practically desperate for him.
"V-Vik...Viktor...!"
One arm under Yuri's back pulled up and hoisted the smaller man's body up into the Russian's lap, slowing him down somewhat. He kissed at the toned frame, the muscle he'd helped build up after Yuri had let himself go before. Yuri was a work of art now...his work of art. Chiseled to perfection, and all his own. Viktor leaned over him, kisses moving from each side of the younger man's chest, back to the center of it, then going up to Yuri's neck, then to his lips again. Arms went under Yuri's back to hoist him up again, and Viktor twisted to cross his legs as he felt his husband's arms come up over his shoulders. Yuri held there a moment, kissing his idol and coach until he got brave again...and lifted himself off the man's center.
Viktor was a little confused, but went along with it anyway, holding Yuri's core close to himself as he moved to sit within his crossed legs. Yuri's legs wrapped slightly around the man's waist, ankles crossed behind his back as well as they could. It felt a little like the very first time they'd ever been intimate, sitting so close with their centers pressed together, holding one another in the dark. It suddenly changed though. Viktor didn't just lean back down to pull Yuri over top of him. It was Yuri doing things this time.
The younger man craned his head up to keep kissing his partner as his hands moved down to take them both, massaging as well as he'd been taught how. One hand slowly moved away though and pressed against Viktor's abdomen, forcing him to curl his back and, as a result, tilt his hips forward again. That hand then moved down discretely, stroking at the Russian's thigh for a moment before moving further down.
Viktor gasped as he felt two fingers go back into him, legs twisting upward at the unexpected move. The 'come hither' massage began soon after, and half-lidded brown eyes watched him closely.
W-Where did he learn this!? Viktor's mind was racing, ...It's overwhelming...I can hardly think straight...!
Yuri knew he was winning that 'battle' when his husband couldn't even hold himself up anymore, slowly leaning back onto his elbows until he was on his back again, fingers clenching to the red and white blankets, silver hair tousled and messy against the one pillow close enough to fall into. Yuri continued to watch the man closely, each hand keeping up the pace until he saw that Viktor was right on the edge. Right as the Russian's body was starting to clench up, Yuri withdrew his fingers and pushed himself inside again, practically on the edge himself from Viktor's prior attention...and just as he had hoped, and almost prayed, Viktor cried out loudly just as he himself climaxed. His own cry was barely a squeak by comparison, but only because of his still-slightly-lost voice.
Sweat beaded on both of them, and Yuri drooped his head as he tried to catch his breath. Viktor panted just as hard, left hand going over his head as the right squeezed Yuri's shoulder, patting him there gently twice until Yuri leaned forward and collapsed on top of him. The Russian hugged and kissed his head, pressing his cheek into the raven hair as he held on.
"...I swear, I'll get you half-drunk every night from now on if it means I get to feel like this again." He muttered quietly through ragged breaths, "No more take-backs. You owe me this."
"...D-Don't worry..." Yuri said, just as weakly, "...I don't...think I can go back again either now."