10. All Tears Assuage

Yuuri closed the door behind him silently. He was utterly calm as he went into the main room of their small suite. It was pretty, but he had no eyes for it. All he could see was Viktor, sitting in a soft velvet chair at the window with a book in his lap. He was so absolutely beautiful as he looked up and at Yuuri with that sweet expression he had only for him. 'Viktor, I need to tell you something and you need to listen without interrupting me. But please don't worry. Everything is fine.'

Instantly serious, Viktor closed the book and tossed it onto the bed. 'Of course. I'm listening.'

Yuuri nodded and sat on the chair across from him. 'Valery just told me that he sucked you off at the reception.'

Viktor jerked back. 'What?'

'Yes, that was my reaction, too. He was pretty elaborate in his description. And accurate. He described you like pretty much only someone who's been intimate with you could.'

'What did you say to him?' Not do you believe him. If he did, he wouldn't be here, and they both knew it.

'I thanked him.' Yuuri watched the first traces of apprehension in Viktor's eyes. 'Hear me out, please.'

Raising his eyebrows, Viktor nodded. 'I did promise.' His voice was rough, but he didn't look overly worried.

Yuuri wouldn't leave him with even residual concern, no matter how much he'd wanted to get all of this behind him fast. He reached out and took Viktor's hands, entwining their fingers. 'Hey, Viten'ka. It's fine.'

The tension bled out of the Russian faster than it had come. 'I take it that means it's fine because you know he's lying regardless of any disturbing details, and not it's fine because he's welcome to have me.' Yuuri's soft smile was echoed on Viktor's face. 'Good. Just asking if I should panic, but clearly this isn't you telling me to have a good life.' He squeezed Yuuri's hands and leaned in, his face open as he nodded for him to continue.

Yuuri marvelled at how well they knew each other. He hadn't meant to scare Viktor and it had taken so little to tell him he need not be afraid. 'I realised … only a short time ago, I might have believed him and left you over what he said. Without even asking you, just because I thought you'd be better off with someone else anyway and had finally cottoned on. But now …' He shook his head. 'I know that a few years ago someone took a horrible, invasive picture of you when you should have been by yourself and published it. I don't remember how detailed that thing was, exactly, but it's one way he could know what you look like. But there's no way, no way in heaven or hell, that you would do that to me.'

For a few seconds Viktor was silent. Then he swallowed and continued speaking quietly, as if he had to control his voice. 'And why did you thank him?'

'Because in that moment I had proof that I'm not fooling myself when I say I trust you absolutely. It's true. You won't hurt me, Viktor. I'm safe with you. And I love you so much for making me feel that way.'

Viktor took another few moments before he nodded. Then he rose and pulled Yuuri into a powerful embrace. He felt a shudder going through Viktor and caressed his back, his neck, anywhere he could reach. Viktor pulled back a little and kissed him, his lips warm and infinitely gentle. Yuuri drowned in the feeling, losing himself in the tenderness of Viktor's touch. He noticed his hands unbuttoning his shirt and found himself doing the same, their lips never breaking apart for more than a second to breathe. Only when they were both naked, still standing, still wrapped around each other, Yuuri came back to his senses a little. 'Is this all right?' he asked quietly. 'I mean … what if we make a mess of the sheets?'

'I really don't care.' Viktor took his face into both hands, his thumbs caressing his cheeks. 'If you'd rather not do that here or if you're too troubled, I'll slip under the covers with you and cuddle until we fall asleep, but I really need to have you very close right now, feel your skin against mine. This is what I hoped would happen one day, that you'd have real faith in us, that you'd know you have me body and soul, and I need to feel that this is real. I … very much want to make love to you, but if you're not comfortable enough here, we'll cuddle.'

Yuuri contemplated this very briefly. 'I wouldn't be able to sleep very well right now,' he said, reaching down and taking both their cocks into his hand to rub them. 'This won't go away if we cuddle naked.'

'Not easily.' Smiling slightly, Viktor manoeuvred them to the bed and Yuuri crept backwards on it until he was fully on the mattress.

Viktor lay on top of him, his hips moving slightly against the younger man. 'Let me answer the question you didn't ask. I've had enough meaningless romps for a lifetime. I'd never risk our relationship for something so cheap. Because it always comes out, and even if you forgave me, it would never be the same after. What you just said to me, you wouldn't do that again. I'd break this wonderful thing between us irreparably and I won't do that.'

'I know, Viktor.' Yuuri brought Viktor's head down to kiss him again. 'I know.'

'Do you also know how much that means to me?'

Smiling softly, Yuuri cupped Viktor's cheek. 'I think I have a fairly good idea.'

Brushing his mouth over Yuuri's one more time, Viktor lay down next to him. 'Turn around for me, would you?' The accompanying gesture told Yuuri what he meant and he obliged eagerly. Placing his knees on either side of Viktor's shoulders, he hovered above him. Long-fingered hands grabbed his hip and pulled him down, and Yuuri sucked Viktor into his mouth the moment a warm, wet tongue licked over his perineum. He groaned and felt Viktor twitch in his mouth in reaction to the vibration. Feeling mischievous, Yuuri started humming while sucking him, and he got a very satisfying moan in response.

Viktor's hands were caressing and kneading his buttocks while his tongue settled at his entrance, licking gently and occasionally pushing into the muscle to soften it. Yuuri tried to keep his hips somewhat still to give the firm muscle the best possible access, but he was so aroused conscious control over his movements wasn't something that came easily.

Yuuri let Viktor slip out of his mouth to let the tip of his tongue dance over the sensitive band of skin just above the head. Viktor's legs had fallen open, and Yuuri carefully cupped his balls in one hand, letting the two bundles of firm tissue slide against each other, making sure his touch stayed so light it was barely there. His man was very sensitive there, but if Yuuri was gentle, he could give him immense pleasure like that. A drop of precum leaked from him, and Yuuri licked it away with a sigh before taking him back in.

The tongue at his opening was replaced by Viktor's fingers, slick with spit and sliding inside him. He pushed back, wanting, needing more. Moist lips pulled on the skin of his own testicles until they sucked in both of them, while long, dexterous fingers brushed over his prostate. Viktor's other hand closed around his cock and stroked him in time with the digits moving in and out of him, the thumb running deliciously over his head. Yuuri gave a harsh gasp and let go of Viktor, struggling to get himself into some semblance of control at the intense sensations his fiancé was giving him.

A soft laugh told him he was obviously unsuccessful. 'Not yet, please. I can't be inside you after you've come, and I really want to be buried deep in that hot hole of yours.'

Yuuri hid his face in Viktor's crotch, squeezing his eyes shut to fight down the roaring high the words alone caused him. Viktor certainly knew that they might end his plan quickly, but Yuuri got himself in check successfully. 'Maybe don't talk like that, then,' he said at last, earning a chuckle. He did notice that Viktor had stopped touching him altogether to give him a fighting chance.

How Viktor could stand Yuuri continuing to take him after he climaxed was beyond him. For him it was painful, the overstimulation way too much. But Viktor insisted it didn't hurt him, and he certainly neither looked nor sounded pained when it happened. He was fine as long as Yuuri gave him a few seconds and continued gently.

He moved to a sitting position across from Viktor, breathing hard, his hair plastered to his forehead. It didn't matter that he looked like a complete mess, not here, not between the two of them. 'If you want that, it should be soon. I'm in a bit of a state.'

Viktor nodded. 'I can see that. The good thing is, we both are, my love.'

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Viktor had gone through an array of emotions that surely had to be too much for a few minutes. What he wanted, all he wanted, was to be as close to Yuuri as was humanly possible. Hands shaking, he left him sitting on the bed for a moment to find the lubricant he kept in his travelling toiletry. When he came back, he'd already put a reasonable portion on his hand to warm it and started to coat himself. The brief interruption had given them both time to calm down enough for this to work for more than two thrusts. Yuuri lay back, watching him, and spread his legs for the other man to settle between them. Locking eyes with the younger man, Viktor applied the rest of the gel to Yuuri's hole before he placed his tip there. Knowing he was relaxed and more than ready for him, he entered him to the hilt.

Fighting his body's urge to move, Viktor grabbed Yuuri's hand and interlocked their fingers again. He saw the soft smile playing on Yuuri's lips as the young man started moving under him, urging him for more.

Viktor pulled out all the way. He waited until a hint of impatience showed on Yuuri's face before he slid back inside, slowly this time, savouring every inch. As talkative as he normally was, he had no words right now. All he could do was move inside his fiancé, make love to him gently, unhurriedly, to let him feel what he felt. Words wouldn't cover it, not this time. Yuuri's trust in him had left him utterly speechless. So he focussed on their closeness, on the hitch in Yuuri's breath when he was fully buried in him, on their mingling breaths and how their lips brushed over each other on occasion.

Viktor still needed more. He pulled out of Yuuri, but before he could protest, he put his finger over his lips. With their eyes locked, he sat cross-legged. 'Will you come to me, Yuuri?' he asked softly, extending a hand in invitation. With a rustle, the younger man settled in his lap, sliding down on him with a soft sigh. Their arms went around each other, their motions limited by their need for closeness. Yuuri laid his head on Viktor's shoulder as he moved on him, and Viktor kissed the silky hair above his ear. In this position, Yuuri was in full control of the speed of their union, moving on him leisurely, making sure to slide all the way down every time. Viktor moaned into Yuuri's neck, feeling his cock pressed against his stomach, the soft hair it was nested in tickling his skin. Powerful arms were wrapped around his torso, holding him firmly as if he could dissolve unless held together.

Yuuri's soft moans as they moved together lit a fire in him that soon made this slow pace torturous. He loved the sighs he drew from his partner, telling him how good he made him feel with a clarity no words could possess. The closeness of their position and the quiet wet sounds from where they were joined were driving him closer to the edge and his body demanded a change of pace. 'Yuuri,' he said quietly. 'Please shift a little. I want to come inside you but I need to move a little faster than I can right now.'

Yuuri hesitated, and when he finally did put a bit of distance between them, he knew why. There was a wet shimmer on Yuuri's cheeks, his eyes slightly red. 'Oh, my love,' Viktor breathed, almost stilling except for the slight circling of his hips he couldn't seem to halt entirely. 'Are you all right?'

'I'm so, so happy, Viktor.' The words were whispered but intense. 'Please don't stop, I'm not sad or hurting, it's just so close, so good. Don't stop, it's perfect.'

Ignoring his body's wish for release, Viktor pulled him back into him, caressing his head as he rocked with Yuuri. 'I won't stop just because you love me a little too much right now.' He closed his eyes, calming himself a bit until Yuuri righted himself again, smiling at him. He kissed Viktor deeply, and the Russian moaned as he tasted Yuuri's tongue on his own, soft and warm and sweet as he met it eagerly.

'You want to go a bit faster?' Yuuri asked when they had to come up for air, and Viktor nodded after wondering for a second if he didn't just want to keep kissing Yuuri for a few hours. 'Let go of me, lean back.' Yuuri pushed gently against his chest until he did as he was asked, resting on his elbows. Yuuri shifted without letting him slide out until he straddled him properly. 'You want to come, Viktor?'

The Russian nodded again. He could always continue kissing afterwards. 'Yes, Yuuri.'

Bracing himself on Viktor's chest, Yuuri started to ride him hard and fast and Viktor's eyes screwed shut at the intensity. His hips jerked up to meet Yuuri's rhythm and he collapsed fully, unable to keep his upper body above the mattress. Yuuri was panting hard and groaning every time Viktor moved over the sweet spot inside him, and when Viktor managed to look down between them, he saw that his balls were pulled up tight, ready to spill their contents. Grabbing Yuuri's buttocks, he pulled his cheeks apart and held him in place, thrusting into him from below. His balls slapped against the warm flesh of his partner, the smacks as they connected wet with lube and Viktor's precum. A bead of pale fluid leaked from Yuuri's tip and oozed its way down, catching in the black curls below. The sight was so erotic that Viktor's hips snapped up one last time and he came with a stifled shout. He held Yuuri to him until the spasms going through his body ebbed down and his arms flopped to the bed.

Before Yuuri could pull off him, Viktor had reached for his hips again and tugged, urging him to move up to him. He brought the swollen cock to his lips eagerly, sucking him once, twice, three times before the younger man threw his head back and came down his throat, his entire face contorted with pleasure. Viktor kept lapping at him gently until he felt him softening a little, then he let him slip from his lips before it could become too much.

Breathing hard, Yuuri settled half next to Viktor half on top of him with one arm and one leg thrown over him. 'Does it bother you how I say your name, Viktor?'

Trying and failing to put this question into any context at all, he shook his head. 'No? It's endearing. Have I ever … Hold on. Did that waste of space put that idea in your head?'

'Yeah. He said I butcher your name, and I know I don't get it right.'

'Rubbish. Дорогой, I love how you say my name. I don't know what he m…' Viktor fell silent. 'Did he say exactly when he supposedly touched me?'

'No, he wasn't specific about that bit.'

'Yuuri, I am going to call him out tomorrow.'

'Do you have to? I'd rather just get out of here as early as possible.'

'We can,' Viktor said. 'But what if that old picture wasn't how he got his details? We had an apartment full of cameras, after all. Because I don't think that was a really good shot back then. And … there's something else I wonder about. What if Valery didn't lie, exactly, just got it wrong and embellished?'

'Wait, you think he's the one who's been trying to kill you and …' Yuuri sat up abruptly. 'Oh no, Lyonya!'

Viktor frowned at the ceiling. 'I don't know. Honestly, I'm not sure if I think he'd be intelligent and disciplined enough for what happened at the rink. About Lyonya … I'd like to sleep over this, if you don't mind. Maybe my brain is just addled right now. I want to look at what I'm thinking with a fresh mind.' He sighed. 'Shall we go to sleep, my love? I don't think I can keep myself awake much longer.'

'Are we even safe here? Is he?'

Viktor pulled Yuuri back down onto the bed. 'Safe enough. Anya told me the doors are very secure, given that they expect a rich clientele. That idiot is drunk out of his mind. He's not breaking in. And Lyonya isn't alone, Ren said they'd let him sleep on a couch in their room.'

Still visibly anxious, Yuuri settled down again. He kissed Viktor's cheek, who decided he would have none of that. He turned his head until their lips met and he could have more of Yuuri's sweet taste while they snuggled close to each other. 'You're right,' Yuuri managed to say eventually. 'Valery wasn't exactly sober.'

'If he tries to come in here, we'll hear him. He'll trip an alarm. But if you're really worried, we can drive home. You didn't drink, after all. I'm sure Anya will understand.'

'I'm so tired that it isn't much better.' He shook his head. 'If we leave, we won't get a chance to confront him and we have to. We'll stay.'

Viktor saw the shimmer of Yuuri's eyes reflecting the dim light. He wondered if Yuuri would sleep at all. Maybe he should drive back to Hasetsu the next day.