All Our Yesterdays
By Spunky0ne
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Hmm, I had no plan at all to write a Yuuri memory loss story. I'm sure other writers have done it, but I am a sucker for the people who support my work, so thanks to Picklez80 for pleading with me to do this one. I will do my very best to give this old trope a Spunky spin. And yes, as requested, I will write a sister story to this one that is a Victor memory loss story. That one will be titled "Lost Prince of Saint Petersburg." Enjoy!
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Chapter 1: Close to Heaven
Yuuri Katsuki woke to the delicious scent of cooking food, smiling as he picked up the sound of his coach and husband, Victor Nikiforov, humming and rattling the dishes around as he cooked their breakfast. He laid in bed for a few minutes longer, listening as his Vitya sang a bit in Russian, then he yawned and stretched, disentangling himself from the old poodle who shared the bed with him.
"G'morning, Maccachin," he mumbled sleepily, patting the dog on the head while Macca whined and happily thumped his tail on the bed, "Time for breakfast, eh?"
He climbed out of bed, pausing to wrap a warm yukata around himself, then stumbled out to where Victor waited in the kitchen, serving fresh, hot Russian styled pancakes onto their plates and serving one on a plate for Maccachin.
"Dobroye Utro, Vitya," he greeted his husband in Russian then offering him a long, savory kiss that almost made the silver-haired Russian forget about the pancakes.
"Ohayo gozaimasu, Yuuri," Victor purred in perfect Japanese, nipping at his lips as they retreated, "I hope you slept well."
"I have to if I want to hold up for our training," Yuuri chuckled.
If Victor had been a demanding coach during his stay in Hasetsu, he had become even more so upon returning to Russia, where he and Yakov seemed to have become friendly competitors in the art of coaching skaters. Yakov teased Victor incessantly about every little thing he could and Victor while appearing on the surface to casually ignore the old man, seemed to Yuuri, to realize that in truth, Yakov was actually lovingly helping his older student begin to make the complex transition from competitive skater to full-time coach. Victor still had several years of competition, provided he remained healthy and free from injury, but it was important, Yakov had impressed upon him, to start preparing ahead of time.
Their younger friend and competitor, Yuri Plisetsky, however, was blunt in addressing Victor's advancing age, and he missed no opportunity to rib the older skater about it. Victor cheerfully laughed at the younger Russian's attempts to bait him, then took his revenge usually in the form of gold medals, rarely conceding the higher finish to his feisty friend.
Yuuri sat down at the table and was joined a moment later by his cheerful spouse, who spooned fruit onto their pancakes, then topped each with a little squirt of whipped cream. He smirked and shot a little of the whipped cream into his mouth, then batted his eyelashes at Yuuri, teasing him shamelessly until he leaned over and shared the sweet fluff. Victor sucked at his husband's mouth, kissing several time before returning his attention to the pancakes in front of him.
"How is your hip feeling today?" Yuuri asked, "You fell kinda hard at the end of practice yesterday."
"Oh, it's fine," Victor answered dismissively, "I think it looked worse than it was."
"The bruise looked pretty bad," Yuuri said, frowning, "Want me to look at it again?"
Victor gave him a cute smirk.
"You just wanna look at my ass, admit it!" he accused Yuuri, winking at his lover.
"I see your ass every five minutes all day," Yuuri snickered, "But I wouldn't mind."
He leaned over, tugging at the waistband of his husband's pants.
"You don't have to worry so much," Victor chuckled, leaning towards Yuuri to give him better access, "See? It's fine."
"It still looks like it hurts."
"It's part of the job," Victor said, brushing the matter off, "Come now, eat something so we can go and skate."
Yuuri gave an amused little giggle and read the automatic, playful twinkle that entered his husband's blue-green eyes. He snatched the canister of whipped cream, pushing his half-eaten pancakes aside in favor of dragging a very willing Victor onto the table in front of him.
"You want me to eat?" Yuuri laughed, leaning forward and pulling the Russian's pants down.
"Oh, I like this!" Victor snickered, spreading his soft thighs as Yuuri applied the whipped cream, then leaned forward to slowly lick at it, "I like this a lot!"
"Mmm," Yuuri mumbled, "well, I have to thank you somehow for the delicious pancakes, right? It's only polite."
Victor's breath caught, and his eyes took on a lustier gleam as Yuuri licked and sucked at the whipped cream, first starting at the Russian's creamy thighs, then working his way down to treasure one soft, round testicle, then the other. Yuuri's pink tongue licked the cream coated tip of his husband's erect penis, slowly caressing, then his mouth opened wide and slid down the coated shaft and he sucked hard, sliding up and down with increasing speed.
"Y-yuuri!" Victor moaned.
He closed his eyes, panting softly as his husband's hot mouth shamelessly pleasured him, swiftly bringing him to the edges of bliss. Yuuri gave him a final teasing lick that made the Russian gasp and shudder sweetly as he surrendered his warm release. Victor's eyes softened with affection as he watched Yuuri hungrily lick away the sticky mess.
"Oh, how am I supposed to go to skate now?" Victor sighed, reaching down to caress Yuuri's flushed cheek, "I want to go back to bed with you and stay there all day."
Yuuri laughed and retrieved his pancakes as Victor slid off the table and cleaned himself up at the sink before rejoining his husband. They finished eating and bundled up against the chilly weather, then jogged side-by-side through the streets, to the ice rink.
"You're late!" Yakov scolded Victor as the two arrived, "Not like you ever trouble yourself to be on time."
"Oh, be nice for a change, Yakov," Victor laughed, "It gave you extra time to train Yurio more. He needs it."
"Hey, shut up, asshole!" the younger Russian skater snapped as he skated by, "I fucking heard that!"
Victor snickered and sat down to put his skates on as Yuuri did the same.
"I want you to start with the usual warm up and work on your step sequences this morning," Victor instructed his husband, "We'll work on more choreography later."
"What about the jumps?" Yuuri complained, "You said we would…"
"Of course we'll get to the jumps," Victor laughed, "Be patient, solnyshko."
The busyness of their training made the day go quickly, and before the two knew it, they were indulging in an ice dance, the way they ended every skating session. Mila smiled at the warm exchange and couldn't miss a chance to tease Yurio.
"They look so sweet," she sighed, smirking, "Victor has never looked so happy, da? I think that Japanese boy is good for him."
"Eh, shut up!" Yurio huffed, "They're annoying as hell."
"What's the matter," Mila giggled, "Are you missing your Kazakhstani boyfriend since he went back home?"
"You don't know what you're saying. Leave me alone, hag!"
Yakov shook his head at their antics, then stole a glance at his longtime student, noting the deeply contented look in Victor's soft eyes.
I am glad he makes you happy, Vitya. I was worried about you for a long time…but Yuuri Katsuki seems to have taken your loneliness away.
Yuuri and Victor finished their ice dance and skated to the edge of the rink, then exited and sat down to put their street shoes on.
"What do you want to do with the rest of the day?" Victor asked, "It's pretty cold outside, but we could go to a movie or something."
"That sounds good."
Victor pulled out his phone and summoned a ride for them, and the two headed into downtown Saint Petersburg, where they bought tickets to the movie, then walked around the nearby shops as they waited for it to be time to enter the theater for their show. It was dark by the time they left the theater, and both of the young man were hungry for something more substantial than the snack food they'd had at the theater.
"There's a pub a few streets over," Victor suggested, "We can have dinner there."
They walked the short distance to the pub and joined the lively crowd of people dancing as they waited for their food. There was nothing Yuuri loved more than snuggling up against his husband's warm body, burying his nose in Victor's shoulder and breathing in his attractive scent.
I love this…Victor's smell. It's not anything he wears, it's just him. I could just drown myself in his scent. It smells so good.
Victor…
Victor giggled at feeling Yuuri nuzzle into that favorite spot between his neck and shoulder. They danced together until their food was ready, then ate voraciously as they talked over the skating they had done that day.
"I think we have your short program for next season figured out," Victor said, raising his voice to be heard over the music, "but we'll need to work a lot on finishing the free skate program."
"Yeah," Yuuri agreed, "It's coming along, but I feel like there's something missing, you know? There's something I need to change or add to bring it up a notch."
"You're doing well," Victor praised him, "We have plenty of time, now that the building blocks are in place. Be patient with yourself, solnyshko. I know you are going to create a masterpiece."
He really does believe in me, even when I have trouble believing in myself. Victor is an amazing partner, on and off the ice. These past months in Saint Petersburg with him have been wonderful. I never imagined that my life would turn out like this…living in a foreign country and being married to the skating legend I grew up idolizing. I think I make Victor happy too.
The two finished their meal and continued dancing until late at night, when Victor wrapped an arm around Yuuri's waist and smiled wearily at him.
"I think we need to get home," the Russian yawned, "I'm so sleepy, and tomorrow we have dancing with Lilia, an interview and a lot of training on the ice."
"That is a lot," Yuuri agreed, "Okay, I'm pretty tired too."
They left the pub, but spent a little longer walking around the downtown area before stopping in a park to gaze up at the moon, while holding hands.
"Yuuri," Victor said, nuzzling his husband's cheek, "I was thinking."
"Hmm?"
Victor smiled.
"It's been awhile since we last went to visit our family in Hasetsu, and we're in the off season…"
"But you were just pointing out how busy we are."
"We are busy," the Russian agreed, "but one of the things that I learned from going to train you is that we should never be so busy that we neglect to do the things and appreciate the people we love."
"You learned that from me…my family?" Yuuri mused, blushing at the thought.
"I did," Victor affirmed, "Before I went to coach you in Hasetsu, all I focused on, from morning til night, day after day, was skating. I didn't take time to appreciate the pleasures of the world outside of that."
"Well, it did make you the greatest figure skater in the world," Yuuri pointed out, "You did want that, right, Vitya?"
"I did want that. But, what I realized in going to Hasetsu was that there was a reason that being the top skater in the world wasn't making me happy. It was because I was focusing so much of myself on that, that I was missing out on other things that were there for me to experience too. I didn't have to give up what I had. I only needed to shift some of my focus to noticing the things that were right there in front of me. Once I did that, the lonely feeling that I had been suffering for so long disappeared and I could enjoy skating and everything else even more. My life is full because of this, and I would have none of that without you."
Yuuri's blush darkened and he felt a lump form in his throat.
"I really make you that happy?" he asked softly.
Victor turned Yuuri to face him, locking his eyes on his husband's and smiling meltingly as he kissed him.
"You make me joyful," Victor insisted, "With you here, I know that my life is full and it is going to stay that way, even when I can't skate anymore. Even when I can't coach anymore. Even when I'm so old, I can barely walk anymore. Because I'm not just Victor Nikiforov, the figure skater, I am your Vitya…and being that person makes me happier than anything ever has."
"That's so beautiful, Vitya," Yuuri said, sniffing and wiping at his eyes, "You make me that happy too!"
"I try to. I want to. And that's sort of why I think it's important to go and visit our family when we can…when we are not in the middle of competitions."
"You're right. We should go and see them."
Yuuri turned and looked up into his husband's twinkling eyes.
"And Vitya…maybe…"
He paused uncertainly for a moment, unsure if he wanted to darken Victor's mood with mention of something less pleasant for him.
But I've thought for some time that Victor has unresolved feelings about his own family. When his talent was discovered while Victor was very young, he was sent by them to train away from home. They drifted apart, and Victor fell out of touch with them. He stopped going home, then he stopped calling them. He said that there was no disagreement, that he just didn't feel close to them. He hadn't grown up with them, after all. I don't think it was anyone's fault, but the fact that Victor was taken away from home so young. Maybe that's why he latched onto my family. He didn't have that, growing up and maybe he has regrets.
"Maybe we could go and meet your family too sometime?" he asked cautiously.
As he'd expected, Victor's expression didn't change at all.
"Why would we do that?" he asked dismissively, "I told you, I'm not close to them. I moved away when I was very young and we drifted apart. I don't even know if they are living where we used to…or if they want to be contacted by me."
"But you know, they are still your family, and that means they're a part of you. I would like to at least meet them. Will you think about it, Vitya?"
Victor let out a soft breath and squeezed Yuuri's hand.
"For you, I would do anything," he answered, his voice full of affection, "even a silly thing like that."
"I really don't think it's so silly," Yuuri answered, putting his hands on Victor's handsome face, "Maybe, part of the reason you were so lonely is that secretly you missed them…maybe so secretly that you didn't even realize it…and maybe that was another reason you were so lonely that you one day dropped everything and came to be with me."
Victor looked into Yuuri's brown eyes, considering quietly.
"Maybe you are right," he said softly, "I don't know. As I promised, I will think about it."
"Okay," Yuuri agreed, smiling brightly.
"We should get going," Victor sighed, "I'm so tired, aren't you?"
"Yeah, but it's been a good day, so it's a good kind of tired."
"I think so too."
Victor took out his cell phone and quickly used an app to summon a ride for them. They waited at the park entrance until the car arrived, then climbed into the back. The car pulled away from the curb, heading back in the direction of their home. Yuuri leaned sleepily against Victor's shoulder. He heard an odd little clicking sound and noticed that his husband's seatbelt had come undone.
"Hey, your seatbelt's undone," he warned Victor.
"That one's a little tricky sometimes. Sorry," said the driver, "Just push it in harder until it locks."
Victor worked with the belt for a moment, then nodded as he heard a sharper click.
"There now," he chuckled, "You've probably saved my life again, haven't you, Yuuri?"
But his husband never answered him. Yuuri's eyes had gone wide and terrified as he watched a car cross the center line, heading directly at them. Unable to do anything else, the two leaned towards each other, holding on tightly and bracing themselves. They felt a hard, earthshattering impact, then everything went black and silent.