Thanks for those who have been reading this! I'm really interested in Yuri! on Ice and I wanted to add a crack fiction for the fandom.


Yuuri was still alone now and he had the thong in his hand. He had something else to commemorate his idol, the silver-haired Russian skater who looked somewhat similar to Nitori Aiichirou from Free! but about 23 times more queer and flamboyant. Plus, he had more illustrious and shiny hair that wasn't medium gray. Yuuri took out the posters he had stashed in his suitcase and took them out and put them on the wall and kissed a particullarly handsome poster of Victor. Not that Victor wasn't handsome in any of them, but he looked especially dazzling in this poster. Yuuri put the thong on a pillow that was on the bed and he put it on the ground and lit a stick of incense he got from a nearby shop the other day.

Yuuri bowed down and worshiped the posters and now he had a pair of tiny underwear to cherish. He wondered if Victor would ever say anything about this and if he would get mad. He honestly didn't know why Victor would because he had been putting his hands on Yuuri at various instances as if there were no tomorrow.

"Oh, deity figures of the skating world!" said Yuuri as he bowed down while on his knees. "I beseech you; please bring me good luck for tomorrow's China Cup!" The tiny crackling of the sexy incense was all that filled the room and Yuri was quiet for a few seconds. He quickly picked up the thong and began smelling it all over, kinda like a dog when it's smelling a fire hydrant outside of Tulsa. Yuuri couldn't believe that Victor's parts smelled so good and he was hard at the very thought. He wanted to keep this underwear forever and worship it like it was the only source of religion he ever needed.

Yuuri took off his pants and was in his boxers. He let his member poke out of the hole in it and he began to pleasure himself while he was thinking of Victor sitting on his chest and kissing him. Yuuri was so fruity and gay that looking at a peacock wearing a tutu and a scarf made you think it was the epitome of heterosexuality.

"VICTOR!" said Yuuri after about five minutes. He came and it got all over the thong. He gasped at this and wobbled to the sink and began to soak in it some very soapy water. He was going to wear it, after all, and he needed it to be clean. He could take it to a nearby laundromat, but he didn't have enough clothes to wash and he decided that for now, this would be the best option. Yuuri took out his phone and began to look at photos of Victor because that was literally all he thought about. That silver-haired Russian hunk.