Chapter 8: That Magical Night You Don't Recall
"Come Yuuri," Celestino said, keeping an arm around his Japanese student, as though he expected that, at any moment, Yuuri would try to escape.
The estimation reflected quite well the way Yuuri Katsuki was feeling, although he seemed satisfied enough with simply drooping his shoulders and keeping his eyes lowered, so that he didn't have to see if anyone was staring or talking about him.
"Now isn't the time to be down in the dumps. The gala is a time for you to relax and have fun after the competition. Look, there's pizza and punch and champagne. Trust me, no one's thinking about the competition. They're all just here to enjoy themselves. Now, go and try to have fun too."
He nudged Yuuri forward and slipped away before he could turn. Yuuri made a sound of dismay, but, looking around, couldn't find his coach. And it didn't seem that anyone was staring (although he had been too distraught to notice Victor looking at him sympathetically as he arrived). He stood still for a moment, getting his bearings and trying to decide what to do.
I don't really know anyone. The only person here that I even spoke to more than to say hi was Victor, and we barely spoke. I don't want to look awkward, but I feel too sick to eat.
He sighed, looking at the champagne glasses on the table.
I may as well have a drink. At least that will help me stop thinking about the competition. I'll just have one or two to take the edge off, then I'll find a quiet place to hang out until it's time to go.
He picked up a champagne glass and emptied it quickly, then took another and started to look around. It wasn't hard to find a corner where he could stand and see the rest of the room. He stole glances at Victor as the Russian skater talked and laughed with his friends, then moved to the dance floor.
It doesn't matter where he is, or whether or not he's wearing his skates. Victor is just graceful all of the time. He's always smiling and laughing. He's kind to everyone and so charming. He even tried to be nice to me and I insulted him by walking away. No wonder he doesn't want to have anything to do with me now. I was unfriendly to him. I was damned rude.
Even though I was humiliated, I should have let us be photographed together. After all, this is probably the only chance I'll get to be this close to Victor, because I…
He couldn't finish the thought, but instead walked back to the champagne table and took another glass, and another as he watched Victor's beautiful body turn and sway among the others on the dance floor.
I wonder if I should make it up to him by asking him to dance. But, if he's mad at me, he'll just turn me down. Ugh, more humiliation I don't need. No, I'll just stay over here.
But, he slipped out of the corner to take another drink and then another. And as the alcohol began to take over, he did feel his anxiety begin to fade. Instead, his dark eyes narrowed and watched Victor more closely, taking on a hazy, aroused look.
I wanna dance with'im, but I don't deserve it. So, if I wanna dance with'im, then I gotta earn it, right?
How?
How can I get Victor to dance with me?
Does Victor like boys?
He thought he recalled seeing Victor photographed with at least a few boyfriends over the years.
Huh.
Okay, so I insulted him before. I gotta win'im back, right? Yuuri reasoned in his inebriated mind, Well, this's a party, isn't it? An' people are dancing…so…dancing. Hey, I'll do a dance off! Heh, yeah. I'll show Victor I can dance. I'll dance my ass off an' be better than everyone, then Victor will dance with me.
He grabbed another glass of champagne and threw it down so fast it spilled down his front. But it didn't matter as he made his way to the dance floor and grabbed the first person he could find…a young man in a blue suit with blonde hair. Yuuri had a vague memory of meeting him before, but was too drunk to recall it.
"C'mon," he said, dragging the young man along with him to the center of the dance floor.
The person froze for a moment, then scowled at him.
"What the hell are you doing?" Yuri yelled at him.
"Sh-shut up and dance!" Yuuri snapped.
"I'm not dancing with you, you idiot loser!" Yuri shouted, taking a step back as heads turned and the other skaters at the banquet began to watch, "You're ridiculous. You couldn't even skate without falling down today, asshole! You'll just fall down and I'll win anyway."
"Then you got nothin' to worry about, right?" Yuuri goaded him, "So, what're you scared of?"
"Shut up! I'm not scared of a stupid, fat pig like you, who can't even stay on his feet on the ice. I'll kill you!"
"Good!" Yuuri sneered, "Give it a try, little guy!"
"What the…?" Yuri roared, "I'm gonna beat your face in!"
"Nope," Victor said, smirking as he approached and laid a hand on his teammate's shoulder, "There's no fighting here. If you want to beat him, you have to compete with him."
"Hah!" Yuri scoffed, "It'll be no competition at all. You'll see!"
The volume of the music rose and the other skaters gathered around, some taking pictures or video and others laughing and clapping as the two young men began to dance. Victor laughed and clapped, watching in amusement as the usually shy and closed off Yuuri Katsuki suddenly transformed in front of all of them. All of the awkwardness and unhappiness left his body and he moved easily with the music, swiftly enchanting Victor so that he pulled out his cell phone and began to record the performance.
"Wow!" he laughed, "Yuuri's amazing!"
Despite Yuri Plisetsky's best efforts, he couldn't seem to keep up with the fully unleashed Japanese beauty.
"Damn it! I'm not losing to you!" he complained.
"Oh, you already have, darling," Chris snickered, "Why don't you get out of the way and let a real man compete with him?"
"Wait, I'm not done yet!" Yuri argued, but Victor wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him back from the dance floor.
"We'll need to shed some clothing for this," Chris purred, "and where's that dance pole I saw earlier? Bring that over here."
He moved closer to Yuuri, unbuttoning his shirt and baring himself to the waist.
"So, you want to compete with me now, Yuuri?" he teased.
"Let's go," Yuuri growled, unbuttoning his own shirt as Victor recorded them.
Chris laughed and snorted.
"Pants off too, honey," he urged his Japanese competitor.
"Why not?" Yuuri clapped back, "I've got nothing to be ashamed of. I'm not a little boy, like Plisheshky over there."
"What the fuck? Get out of my way, Victor. I'm going to destroy him!"
"You had your turn," Victor chided him, "Stay out of the way. The grown ups are having fun. One more interruption and I'm calling in the truant officers to report you for being out after curfew."
"What? You're stupid drunk!" Yuri seethed, but he couldn't seem to make it around the tight circle that had formed around Chris, Yuuri and the dance pole.
Squeals, laughter and applause filled the room as Chris wiggled out of his pants, leaving him in just his underwear, then Yuuri followed suit. The two squared off on either side of the dance pole and Yuuri gave Chris a nod.
"Ladies firsht." He drawled, indicating the pole.
"Oh, what a gentleman!" Chris gushed, "I like this boy so much!"
More raucous laughter sounded, but it quickly died out as Chris dealt out a flurry of sexy moves that showed off his impressive muscles and well-toned body. Victor was still laughing, but his blue-green eyes were beginning to look more and more aroused.
"I think you melted my cell phone camera lens," Victor laughed as his friend slid down off the pole and nodded in Yuuri's direction.
"Let's see you do better than that, cutie."
"Huh," Yuuri huffed, moving forward.
What followed was a spectacle so meltingly hot that Victor found himself flushed and feeling overheated as the Japanese skater slipped back to the floor.
"Oh my god, that was insane!" one spectator shouted.
"Chris! Chris! Chris!" shouted a group of skaters, but they were met with cries as deafening of "Katsuki! Katsuki! Katsuki!"
Victor grinned and stepped between the two, looking at each young man appreciatively.
"I think we have a tie," he decided, "So…why don't the two of you dance together on the pole? How about that to break the tie?"
"I'm in," Yuuri said easily.
He turned and smirked snarkily at Chris.
"You sure your boyfriend won't mind?" he asked mockingly.
"Oh, Masumi's got money on this, I'm sure," Chris giggled, "I'm up for it…heh, heh!"
And if their separate performances had thrilled, the one they undertook together brought all of the skaters into a circle around them, with factions chanting each competitor's name as the two wound their bodies together in a dazzling display of sexy positions. By the time they came down off the pole, the room was in chaos. Victor clapped his hands sharply, quieting them.
"All right," he announced, "it's the moment of truth. How many vote for Chris?"
Cheers erupted all around, and Chris grinned widely.
"Thank you! Thank you so much!" he laughed, blowing kisses at the ones cheering for him.
"And," Victor went on, "how many for Yuuri?"
To the competitors' mutual surprise, the roar that rose up was dangerously loud.
"That does it," Victor said, when the uproar died down, "Yuuri wins!"
"Well, at least he fucking won something today," Yuri Plisetsky muttered under his breath, crossing his arms, "He's still a loser."
"So, if he's a loser," Victor snickered, "then what does that made you, who lost dancing against him?"
"Shut up! I didn't lose. I get another shot at him!"
He started to step towards Yuuri, but the Japanese skater had moved. He walked boldly up to Victor and met his idol's surprised eyes aggressively.
"How about you, Victor?" Yuuri asked, slurring his words, "You wanna dance with me? You think you can beat me, right here? Right now?"
"Oh, haven't you had enough fun?" Victor asked playfully, "Besides, it wouldn't be even. You had to dance against two people already and I'm fresh. It wouldn't be a fair competition."
"Hah!" Yuuri snapped, grabbing Victor's hand and earning an even more surprised look from the Russian beauty, "You ain't scared, are you?"
Victor's amused eyes narrowed, matching the aggressive look in Yuuri's.
"Should I be, Yuuri?" Victor taunted him in his sexiest voice, "Are you going to get nasty with me, like you did with Chris and that pole?"
"Why don't you try me and see?" Yuuri prodded him, "Dance with me, Victor."
"You've got it," Victor giggled gamely, taking up a position beside him.
Victor tried to keep his mind on his own body and moves, but he couldn't help loving the sight of Yuuri dancing so boldly, right there beside him. And although both of the young men were drunk, they managed to heat up the room with a release of flashy, intricate steps that left Victor amazed that Yuuri wasn't more out of breath.
He's danced so much with the others, how is he continuing like this? I'm getting out of breath, myself, and not from just how wonderful he is this way.
Could he…actually beat me at this?
This shy, awkward boy who failed so miserably before? Will he triumph over me here?
That would be so…
Victor wasn't sure quite how it happened. One moment, they were dancing, and the next, Yuuri had moved in close to him and wrapped an arm around him. Reflexively, Victor moved with Yuuri, spinning and finding himself being dipped with a lovely flourish. He couldn't get the smile to leave his face as he rested for a moment with Yuuri holding him and grinning down at him winningly. He felt a twinge of disappointment as he was lifted again and applause burst out all around the room, with people chanting both their names.
"Sounds like another tie," Chris called out over the din.
"No," Victor laughed, "No, I…"
He was stopped and left stunned as Yuuri appeared in front of him suddenly, with his tie wrapped around his head and his shirt carelessly left open.
"Yuuri," he began.
"V-victor," Yuuri managed dazedly, still panting from exertion as he dry-humped the Russian skater in front of everyone, "my family owns a hot spring. Wh-when the season's over, you should come and visit."
"Ah…um…" Victor stammered, blushing brightly.
"Hey! I got an idea," Yuuri prattled on, "If I win this dance off, come to Hasetsu and be my coach! You'll do it, won't you? BE MY COACH, VICTOOOOOORRRRRR!"
Victor felt as though the breath had been knocked out of him and he stared at Yuuri wordlessly. He was still struggling for words when Chris peeled the Japanese youth away from him.
"Come on, I think you've had enough dancing, love. You're going to kill yourself."
"N-no!" Yuuri complained, "I was dancin' with Victor! I wanna dance s'more! V-victor!"
Victor looked around for some sign of Celestino, but couldn't find him. He stole Yuuri away from Chris and waved his friend off.
"It's okay, I'll take care of him."
Victor led him out of the banquet room and towards the elevators.
"It's a good thing I know where your room is from before or we would have a problem on our hands," the Russian laughed, "Are you okay, Yuuri?"
"F-fine," Yuuri managed weakly, "Are you comin' home with me, Victor?"
"Ah, y-yes. Yes, sure. But right now, I have to see you get to your room and put to bed safely, all right?"
"All right," Yuuri muttered, "We're goin' t'bed."
"Yes," Victor agreed, smiling in amusement.
"Sounds good. I never been to bed with a guy before," Yuuri continued, "Or…um…anyone, really. But, you know what you're doing, right?"
"Right," Victor giggled, "I'm taking you and putting you in bed before you fall down. That's what I'm doing."
"But, you'll stay, right?"
"What? Stay?" Victor asked, shaking his head, "Okay, maybe for a little while, to make sure you're all right."
They reached the door to Yuuri's room and Victor bit his lip and searched the younger man's pockets, flushing a little more as he accidently brushed against a hardness that had formed in the Japanese man's nether region.
"Oh, you're all excited, aren't you?" Victor laughed, "Let's get you inside, okay?"
"Okay…but, you're stayin' with me, right?"
"For awhile," Victor promised, "I want to be sure you're all right. You drank an awful lot of champagne. Don't worry, I've done that too. I'll take care of you, Yuuri."
He opened the door and helped Yuuri inside, but as he started to close the door, Yuuri turned suddenly, forcing him up against the wall and pressing up against him, kissing him as though starved for the taste of him.
"Mmmph, Yuuri!" Victor objected, "You don't know what you're…!"
But he found his mouth too occupied with Yuuri's probing tongue and his body being caressed by the younger man's roaming hands. He nudged the door shut and indulged in a few minutes of heedless, passionate kissing. Yuuri's hands slid down his back, sliding into his pants and holding onto his bottom as he ground against the mesmerized Russian.
He's amazing like this…so…very attractive…
His mind went suddenly to his dreams and he looked at Yuuri's more aggressive face appreciatively. Lilia's words came back to him, echoing in his mind as Yuuri tugged him towards the bed.
She said to find someone who is both. Could Yuuri be that person? Could he be the person I've been aching to be with? He really has both sides…Eros and Agape. I love how his kisses burn my lips…how his hands want to be all over me at once. God…he is…just…
He realized suddenly that they had reached the bed and Yuuri pushed him down roughly, scrambling on top of him and continuing to kiss him enthusiastically.
Victor realized suddenly that his pants were off and Yuuri's hands were working at his underwear. He sucked in a shocked breath and acted quickly.
"N-no, Yuuri," he said firmly, removing the younger man's hands and moving them to his bottom, "I don't want to go all the way. We'll just make out a little. We're both really drunk. If we're going to be together, then I want us to remember it."
"Uh-kay," Yuuri muttered, capturing Victor's mouth again and grinding against him erotically.
A bit of Yuuri's open shirt brushed against one of Victor's exposed nipples, and Victor's back arched in reaction.
"Oh, y'like that?" Yuuri noticed.
He slid a hand out of Victor's underwear and began to tease his idol's erect nubs, making Victor moan provocatively and writhe underneath him.
"Ah!" Victor panted, "Yuuri…"
Yuuri rubbed harder against him, making Victor's mind fog with arousal as the two moved together on the bed. The feeling of it stole Victor's breath away, and very quickly, he found himself on the verge of climax. The two gave in together, groaning happily in release. Yuuri collapsed onto Victor's chest, shuddering and giving a final, ragged sob of contentment. Victor ran gentle fingers through his hair and kissed the crown of his head.
"That was lovely, Yuuri. You really are a wonderful dancer. I like you a lot. Did you say your family owns a…?"
He paused as a deep snore sounded. He blinked in surprise, then he laughed softly and gently turned Yuuri onto his side and propped his body up with pillows to keep him that way.
"You're probably going to be a little sick after this," he pondered, "Maybe, I should stay…"
Victor climbed out of the bed and found his clothes. He went into the bathroom to clean up, then dressed himself properly and returned to the bedroom. He sat down on the bed, watching Yuuri sleep for awhile, but eventually, he found himself nodding off.
"I really need to get some sleep," he said apologetically, "But, I had a wonderful time tonight, Yuuri. Can I call you?"
He looked around and found his phone, then Yuuri's.
"Ah, a code. I don't suppose I can leave it on your phone, then."
He picked up the notepad by the bed and wrote a note instead.
Dear Yuuri,
I had the best time dancing with you tonight. The party was so much fun, wasn't it? I enjoyed so much the kissing and making out after too. If you want, you can call me. Maybe I will come to see you when I go to worlds in a few months. Take care and be ready, because we will be dancing again when I come to Japan.
Fondly,
Victor
He wrote his cell phone number on the bottom and left the note by the bed, but as he got to his feet, his suit jacket that he was carrying swept over the nightstand, knocking the notepad off and into the trash can.
Victor leaned over the bed and gave Yuuri a final kiss on the cheek.
"You were wonderful tonight, Yuuri. I hope that we see each other again soon."