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Warning: This chapter contains some smut between Victor and late!Yuuri. Possible OOCness and unbetaed.

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Chapter 3

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Victor fiddled with his jacket as he checked if there was anything amiss with a brand new set of clothes he just bought for his date with his dark haired amour. He was wearing a dark blood button down with black jeans and a beige jacket. His long platinum hair was tied into a low ponytail as he let it rest on his shoulder. He checked again his overall attire and looked behind him to see his blond haired companion was watching him with bored and disgust.

He smiled at the younger man. "What do you think, Yuri?" He asked worriedly as he once again fiddled with the button on his shirt.

The younger male rolled his eyes and stood from the bed, he strolled to the older man and unbuttoned the first three buttons on the shirt. He stood back and looked over the platinum haired male. He nodded his head. "You look great." He sighed and back to sit on the bed. "Your man is going to love how you looks tonight."

"I hope so," Victor laughed nervously. He walked to the long mirror and inspected his look for the last time. "I wonder if Yuuri in this era would still love pork cutlet bowl?"

"Huh?"

He shook his head and smiled at his companion through the mirror. "My Yuuri loved pork cutlet bowl very much. I had to hire a personal cook at the palace just for cooking Yuuri's favourite meal. I wonder about this era Yuuri."

Scowling, sea green eyes closed as the man flopped onto his back on the bed. "Whatever! just go now or you'll be late!"

Victor looked at his watch and gasped. "Ah! It's almost seven! Bye, Yuratchka! I'll buy you this pork cutlet bowl for dinner!" He said hurriedly, walking out of his bedroom and stopped at the front to wear shoes before he walked out of the front door.

He walked the short distance to the lift and waited for a minute before the contraption stopped and opened the door. He smiled at the other people inside the lift and punched the G floor. It did not take long for the lift to reach ground floor and he quickly walked out, nodding his head at the security and marching to where Yuuri worked. For once he did not use his supernatural power and he hired a cab to take him to the small shop about four blocks away from where he lived with his companion.

He paid the driver and walked out of the cab. He just barely reached his destination when he saw Yuuri walking out of the store with the clothes he wore this morning; a blue shirt a size bigger than his frame, a baggy pants and his glasses. He really hoped that Yuuri would throw his glasses away so he could see his beautiful chocolate brown eyes.

"Yuuri!" He waved at the man.

Yuuri looked his way and smiled warmly before he made his way to him. He adjusted his glasses and looked up at the older man. "Thank you for accepting my invitation." He said shyly before he walked ahead. "I want to bring you to my favourite restaurant. They have this delicious pork cutlet bowl and I tell you that none of other restaurants serve..." he trailed off before he realised he had rambled on. He blushed and shyly fiddled with his long sleeves.

Victor thought he was adorable and even this era Yuuri still loved pork cutlet bowl. He smiled in relief. They were the same. His late consort and this new reincarnated Yuuri.

"It's fine and you look adorable." He flashed his smile and slipped his arm around the shorter male's slim waist.

He was daring but he was also curious about Yuuri's reaction. Did he reject him? Or did he accept this smaller form of affection? When he did not feel a push, he looked down to see a beautiful sight. The dark haired beauty was blushing a pretty pink.

"I... uh... um... t-thank you." He stuttered cutely and looked away to the other side. The tips of his ears were red.

How adorably cute.

His Yuuri.

"By the way... I still don't know your name."

Ah... right. He forgot to introduce himself. He was too comfortable with the thoughts of this Yuuri was his late Yuuri. It still did not change the fact they were just total strangers a while ago. He tightened his arm around the small waist and leaned down to whisper into his beloved's ear. "Victor..."

"...Victor," the boy paused, testing his name before he opened his cute mouth and surprised him. "Victor Nikiforov." The younger male shocked by himself and shook his head. "Ah! I'm so sorry! I just made up your name! I don't know what come to me!"

Speechless and stunned, Victor softly shook his head. "...You're right about my name. Victor Nikiforov." He paused and looked down as brown eyes looking up at him. "How did you know?"

He asked, hoping his Yuuri would remember their past life.

The dark haired beauty looked confuse by himself. He slowly shook his head and furrowed his dark eyebrows. "...It just came out. I didn't know how..."

"It's okay," he smiled trying to change the subject, "where are we going?"

"Ah, right!" Yuuri blushed as he pointed to the building about ten metres away from where they stood. "There! Come on, Victor! I'm sure you will like the pork cutlet bowl!"

He just chuckled as he let the younger male pull him towards the reataurant. It was nostalgic, it was just like what happened during Victor's first courting of the new beauty. At first, the dark haired beauty was shy but he became active when he talked about the things he liked.

"Victor?"

"Oh, yes. I'm sorry for daydreaming." He chuckled as they entered the restaurant.

He had decided last night that he would cherish this short moment with his beloved and if it was time, perhaps, he would not hesitate to die.

A sad smile adorned his face.

He could not fight fate, it was predestined.

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Yuuri frowned as he walked into the busy restaurant, thinking how the hell he knew about this stranger's - which have a name now - name. The words just came out of his mouth as naturally as a breathe. He shook his head. No. He could think about that later, right now he had a date with a beautiful man.

"...Victor?"

He called hesitantly, the taller man had stopped near the door and he had such a sad smile that was not supposed to be on his angelic face. Seeing Victor like this somehow made his heart hurt. He wondered why? It was like he was hurt as well. What was going on? This weird thing that happened to him. He frowned, shaking his head to clear his mind. Stepping near the man, he tapped on his arm.

"Victor, are you okay?"

His voice sounded hurt as well and he felt more miserable than before when pained icy blue eyes sought his brown ones. "Don't cry..." he felt a long finger wiped the corner of his eye. He instinctly closed his eyes. He cried? Had he cried because Victor seemed so hurt? And lonely?

"I'm not." He heard himself said. "It's you who look like you're about to cry."

"...I'm sorry."

Yuuri shook his head and opened his eyes. A forced smile decorated his face as he pulled the taller male inside the establishment. The crowd were looking at their little drama in the front door and he wanted nothing more than hiding right now. He seated them both at his favourite table near the window and far at the back. Hiding behind the many eyes that might pry their conversation.

Victor looked at him with unreadable eyes. He wanted to look elsewhere but somehow he could not. Something was pulling him to look deep inside those deep ocean hued orbs.

"Why?" This man asked him. "Why did you cry, Yuuri?"

"Because you looked so miserable back there."

The answer came out of his mouth before he could think something different. It was just normal for him to feel for a man that had saved him this afternoon. Somehow, he felt a deep connection with this beautiful man... like he knew him for a long time. And it did feel right for him. Worrying, hurting for this man.

Why?

"I love you, Your Majesty."

"Victor. It is Victor, Yuuri and I love you too."

"...Victor, I love you."

The words stumbled upon his mind. It was so sudden and had his eyes widened. What was it? What was that voice he heard in his head? It sounded like his and Victor's voice. Did he imagine it?

"Yuuri? What's wrong?"

"I... I'm fine. It just-!"

"Good evening, sir! Do you want to order now?"

He bit into his bottom lip and smiled apologetically at his date before he looked up to the waiter. "Ah... give us two pork cutlet bowls and a pot of hot green tea." He paused and glanced over the beautiful man. "Do you want anything else, Victor?"

The man just shook his head. A bright smile once again plastered on his face. It seemed that everything that had happened before was a dream and there was not even a speckle of misery or sadness clouding the man's visage. But somehow, Yuuri could see it. The mask behind that smile. He frowned. He would let it go for now. They should be enjoying their dinner and not thinking about sad things.

After their dinner arrived, they talked about everything except what occured just before. The melancholic night turned out to be a great one. Yuuri was learning about his new friend and Victor was the same. They enjoyed their dinner date and soon they were walking towards Yuuri's old apartment with Victor holding a container of pork cutlet bowl for his blond companion.

Victor stopped in front of the cheap plywood door and leaned down as he gave a good night kiss on top of his head.

"Good night, Yuuri. Have a sweet dream."

He smiled up at the older male, face bright red with embarrassment as he shyly nodded his head. "Thank you for tonight, Victor and thanks for being my friend."

The foreigner shook his head. "No. It should be me who thanked you." He smiled sweetly and started to walk away. "Don't forget to lock the door and window."

Yuuri watched as the man walked away until he could not see his figure. He sighed and closed the door, locking it behind him. Touching his head, he could not help but giggled and blushed. Victor was such a sweet gentleman. He took a deep breath and took off his shoes and socks. Walking to his bed, he flopped down on the bed. He was tired today but it did not matter since dinner had been great. He knew how weird it was for feeling this way for his new friend but Victor was a touchy feeling guy - perhaps, the beautifull man did evoke a new emotion in him. He chalked it up to the man being a foreigner. But, he liked it. Being closed with the beautiful man and having his arms around his body. It was a fast developement and it should scare him but it did not.

It felt natural and familiar.

"...Like I have known him for all my life."

He whispered as he stared up at the ceiling.

Familiar.

Normal.

Natural.

He would think about it later. He was sleepy and he wanted to sleep. But it was too hot tonight. Walking to the window, he opened the lock and slid the glass panel to the side to allow the night breeze inside. Victor had told him to lock his window but Yuuri had been living here for three years after losing his family and he always let his window open during hot night.

He stripped down to his boxer brief and wear a light shirt on top. He put the discarded clothes in the hamper to be washed later and flopped back down on his bed. Instantly, he was asleep and that night, he dreamed of something. Him and Victor being inside of a huge palace and they were wearing an old fashioned clothes. Like something he had read in a book about old Victorian age. He also had long hair in this dream and he looked so happy and in love.

"Victor! Look at these flowers! They have bloomed beautifully!" He said excited as he watched a man, who looked a lot like Victor but dressed in a regal uniform walked towards him and enveloped him in an embrace.

"It is thanks to you, my love, that the flowers are able to bloom this beautifully." He whispered intimately near his ear and Yuuri could not help the shiver running down his body.

He hid his face inside this Victor's chest as he put his hands on the man's back. Embracing him back. He felt him caressing his long tresses and he sighed softly.

"Have you eaten, Yuuri?"

He shook his head. "No. I was waiting for you." He pushed away from the embrace as he looked deep inside icy blue eyes. "Are you free now? We can go to eat. I already told the cook to make pork cutlet bowl." He said excited as he pulled the other towards the dining hall.

Before he could do that, however, Victor tugged his hand and pulled him into a passionate and hot kiss. Tongues and teeth clashed as his lover dominated the kiss. He was left breathless when he was released from the kiss. "V-Victor..." he whimpered. Voice filled with need and desire. "I-I want you... need you."

Victor then pulled him towards the secluded place. Behind trees and bushes as he pushed him down on the green grass. He gasped when he felt cold hands against his hot body, trailing upwards until it reached his pink nubs. He bit into his lip as his lover played with his nipples; pinching, rubbing and twisting it. "Victor...d-do not tease me...ah!" He gasped when a hot mouth replacing the fingers. He arched his back, the sensation on his chest moving to his member. He felt his pants tightened and his length throbbing with need. "V-Victor... pl-please! Ngh!"

The beautiful man above him removed his sinful lips from his nipples and looked down at him with desire in his darkened lust filled blue eyes. "What do you want me to do, Yuuri?"

"T-Touch me... d-down there...!"

His pants and undergarment were removed in one move. He gasped, eyes shrewed shut as he felt those hot and sinful lips wrapped around his throbbing length, moving up and down. It was amazing and felt so good that left him speechless and a mess of whimper and moans. It did not take long for him to climax and came inside Victor's mouth.

"V-Victor! Ahhhh!"

Yuuri jolted from his dream, gasping and breathless. His brown eyes wide as he looked around him. He was inside his room and he was not in some palace in the old sovereign era. He sighed in relief before his face reddened with embarrassment. How could he dream of doing lewd things with Victor? He shook his head before his eyes trailed down to his boxers brief. His soiled boxers brief.

"What the-?!"

His blush turned ten fold as he hid his face inside his palms. He could not believe it! He just had a wet dream about his new friend and even came from it. He was screwed and he just knew it.