In which Victor falls in love
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"Why do you look so weird?"
Victor glanced up, shooting a confused expression at the blond sitting next to him. Yuri made a little 'tch' sound before uncrossing his arms and leaning against the table.
"Stop frowning. It makes you look stupider," he stated bluntly. Yakov glared at him, but even the old coot couldn't scare Yuri. He was a force to be reckoned with, as Victor had learned over the past hour, when they had been getting ready for and arriving to the banquet.
Needless to say, Victor was rather upset over the exhibition. Yuuri Katsuki was nowhere to be seen. He had even mustered up the courage to talk to Celestino, but all the Italian could do was apologize. He explained that immediately after Chris performed, Yuuri had gotten a call from his sister, who said that his dog had passed away. That had only dampened Yuuri's already bad mood.
Victor couldn't blame him for being upset, of course. He couldn't imagine what it would be like if his own fluffy poodle, Maccachin, passed away after a competition. He would probably lock himself in the hotel room and go through several tubs of ice cream while crying before he was ready to go outside. And on top of that, Yuuri had to deal with his…well, less than lackluster performance.
The main thing that bothered Victor was that from what Celestino had said, Yuuri must have missed his performance. That upset him a bit, to say the least. He didn't want to be selfish, but at the same time he just wished that Yuuri could have seen him.
He was jolted out of his mourning when Yuri shoved a phone screen in front of his face. "See? You look so stupid."
Victor frowned. He figured he looked more upset than stupid, so he said so.
Yuri made another 'tch' noise before taking his phone back. Victor managed to hold back a snicker when he realized that his phone case had a snow white cat's face emblazoned on the back – a gift from a fan, no doubt. Yuri tried to put up a façade that his fans annoyed him, but Victor knew he was secretly glad that people cared about him.
"Vitya, look."
Victor turned his attention to where Yakov was pointing, and stood up.
Yuuri.
Except, it wasn't Yuuri.
His blue tie hung loosely against his neck, threatening to fall at any moment. The top two buttons of his shirt were undone, and his suit's jacket hung on his right shoulder. His hair was disheveled, and it was a wonder that he could even see. In his hand was an empty glass – one that was no doubt filled with wine just moments prior.
He stumbled from side to side, gaining the attention of many of the people gathered around. He stepped on a few feet, and nearly knocked over a few chairs, before ending up in front of Yuri. There was a moment of silence as the two skaters stared at each other, waiting for the other to speak.
Suddenly, Yuuri jabbed the blond in the chest, before slurring out: "Dance…off. You, me."
Yuri scrunched up his nose, before attempting to turn away. But Yuuri grabbed his arm, and pulled him out of the seat. Yakov stared in horror, as Victor tried to process what he was seeing.
"Make way! Make way!" Yuuri sang, striding through the crowds. People parted like the Red Sea, before there was an empty space in the middle of the banquet room. Yuuri let go of the younger boy, before putting a hand on his hip and calling out to no one in particular, "Muuuuuusiiiiic!"
And there began the single greatest event of Victor's life.
He whipped out his phone immediately as Yuuri began flailing his limbs. Yuri made an attempt to walk away, but the crowd was closing in on him. Victor himself stood in his way, a heart-shaped smile on his face.
"Where do you think you're going?" he said cheerfully, shoving Yuri "lightly". "It would be bad sportsmanship to not participate!"
Yuri glared, shaking like an angry kitten. After a moment, though, he whipped around and marched back towards Yuuri. He grabbed him by the collar and spat, "This is just another competition, so don't expect me to go easy on you."
The man just grinned at him, before swatting away his hand. After a moment of hesitation, he untied his tie and wrapped it around his head. He shot Yuri a silly look before shooting finger guns at him and saying, "Leeeettt's gooooo, Russian punk!"
It turned out that Yuuri was an excellent dancer, even when drunk. Although Yuri insisted even after the event that he hadn't tried, Victor was pretty sure that doing the splits in a suit was not a casual move.
When it appeared that Yuuri got bored with Yuri, he turned away and frowned at the crowd, as if looking for his next victim. There was a moment when Victor almost stepped forward, but instead, a tanned man stepped out into the space.
"Yuuuri," Chris practically purred. He put a hand on the younger man's shoulder, before winking and saying, "Why don't you and I have a dance-off of our own?"
It was one thing to see Chris half naked dancing on a pole, but completely another thing to see Yuuri doing the same thing.
Yuri stood next to Victor, snapping pictures like crazy, no doubt for black mail. Victor glanced at his phone screen, spotting nearly thirty. He himself only had about five.
Around them, people had started dancing on their own – albeit a bit more decent. Yakov was sitting at table, face down and cover his head with his hands, as if contemplating his life's decisions. Celestino sat next to him, staring at the ceiling, as if wondering why he had ever agreed to be Yuuri's coach.
Yuuri swung by, balancing on Chris's bare chest. He was swinging around an open bottle of wine in his right hand, and he nearly sprayed Yuri in the face. Yuuri and Victor made eye contact for a moment, and he cheerfully lifted up the wine bottle and shook it from side to side. "Viccctooooor!"
But Victor's eyes weren't on Yuuri's face anymore. Instead, he was staring open-mouthed at the word written on Yuuri's wrist. After a moment, his look of shock formed into a wide smile, and he grinned at Yuuri…
…His soulmate.
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"Victooor!"
The twenty-seven-year-old jumped, spinning around to face the person calling his name. He had been talking to Yakov about something, but the topic's importance dissipated the second he saw who was calling to him.
Celestino had managed to get Yuuri to put his shirt back on, but his pants and jacket were strewn somewhere and his tie was still tied loosely around his head, effectively ruining his hairdo even more, if possible. He stumbled towards Victor, and with no hesitation, threw his arms around his neck and brought their bodies close together. Victor's eyes widened. Was he really about to…
…grind on him?
"Victor! Dance with me!" Yuuri said, a huge smile on his face, as If he had no idea what the lower half of him was doing. Snot and sweat ran down his nose, but for whatever reason, to only thing that Victor could pay attention to were the dark brown orbs that seemed to hold to world in them.
"And iiifff I wiiiin," Yuuri continued, "You have to be my coach!"
Yakov made a choking noise.
"Be my coach, Victor!" he sang, pushing all his weight on the older man. Thank the lords that Yuri, who was behind him, had the decency to attempt to hold him up. Albeit, it appeared as though he was now recording the whole thing on video.
A smile of his own formed on Victor's face, as he looked at hopeful face beaming at him. With a chuckle, he said, "Of course, Yuuri. I'll dance."
Yuuri's grin widened even more, if possible, and he took Victor's hand and began dragging him away. Quietly, to himself, Victor murmured:
"This man is the reason why I'm gay."
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Next chapter: In which Yuuri skates for Victor
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