Yuri couldn't fucking believe this. One moment he was shouting at that nosy Thai who was under the impression that he was part of the stupid scheme to get idiot #1 and idiot #2 together ( fyi he wasn't ) and the other moment idiot #2 was in his face, muttering something.

"You...don't talk to Phichit like thaaat."

What.

"How dare you shout at him?"

What .

He looked over dumb idiot's shoulder to see the Thai skater looking as if the guy named his firstborn after him. What the fuck was so touching even.

He focused again on Katsuki who was staring at him like seeing him for the first time.

"I know…" he began slowly, as if he was going to bust out some gem of philosophy right now, "let's settle this with a dance over! If I win, you leave him alone!"

Whaaaaat.

How did he even get into this situation. It's not even his fault! He doesn't have anything to do with this! It's the idiot Chulanont who approached him anyway, annoying him with all this love bullshit. It seems like he needed to pound this in Katsuki's head.

"No way am I agreeing to this stupid shit blame h-"

"What? You scared?"

This bitch .

Forget that, he was going to ground his face on the floor. Everything else ( cough Yakov's wrath cough ) comes later.

While he was walking with him to the dancing floor, he saw Viktor with the most betrayed face ever with Chris holding him back, grinning like the shit he was.

Phichit whipped out his phone. This was going to be awesome, and he was not missing evidence of this.

( he pushed dealing with Nikiforov from the top of his priority list to second place )

"Holy shit, that man can dance." Da-Xia whispered to Julieta, who nodded numbly. The Spanish girl was too awestruck to pay attention to hear her, she concluded. Well, it was not like Da-Xia could fault her for this.

She wondered who that guy was. He must be a famous dancer, because would look at those moves? They were smoother than freshly surfaced ice. If she didn't love the sport as much as she did, she would consider switching to dance. Dance boy was making her envious.

She spotted another fellow junior females skater and becomes her over. "Do you have any idea who that man dancing with Yuri might be?"

Chihoko nodded so quickly Da-Xia was worried for her neck. "He's Yuuri Katsuki! A model from my country!", the girl squealed with stars in her eyes. "He's like, the best out there!"

Julieta gave a shout of triumph. Huh, Da-Xia hadn't thought that she was paying attention. "I knew I had seen him somewhere! He was on the cover of my brother's Vogue Men's magazine a few time! If I thought he was hot then, he's even better in person!"

Chihoko's excitement meter amped up further and she said,"Oh but have you seen his Agape photo shoots? Oh that's what we fans call his innocent and adorable persona! They are precious. Precious, let me tell you."

Da-Xia let the fangirls get it out of their system, instead choosing to focus on Yuuri ( Huh, would you look at that. Yuri vs Yuuri. ) who just performed an impressive… fancy handstand. She didn't really know all those breakdance move names.

But one thing she knew. The man might be cute looking if he put his hair down and changed into more casual clothes, but there was nothing innocent about him.

He's good, thought Christophe as he appraised Katsuki's dancing. He certainly didn't expect him to dance so well, and he was drunk, to boot. Even his ever graceful best friend turned into a clumsy ( and stripping ) mess when he had too much to drink.

Said best friend was currently ogling at his crush like the thirsty shit he was. Well, Chris could not fault him for it. The man was great to look at ( and had nice buttcheeks ), even if he was not Chris's type. And anyway, he had his own beau that he loved to bits.

"Isn't he amazing?" Viktor said softly in admiration. As if he had been doing for the past twenty minutes.

"Hmm."

"Just look at those moves...god those thighs are to die for."

"Hn."

"Are you listening?"

"Huhm."

"Christophe Giacometti has the worst ass ever."

"You take that back."

Viktor shouted in glee, exaggerating his surprise like the drama queen he was. "So you were listening! Though I can't blame you if you were too focused on Yuuri, he has that effect on people. He's just that wonderful, what can I say?"

Chris gave a nod of agreement. "Although I can't say the same about Yura, who looks to be struggling to keep up."

Viktor laughed, eyes twinkling with mirth. "Our Yura's energy and determination makes up for it, he always puts all of his soul into everything." His voice had a hint of seriousness. "It's admirable, how much zeal he has for things."

Chris looked knowingly at Viktor, his concern hiding behind it. He could tell Viktor had lost his passion for ice skating. Oh, he loves the sport, yes, but he no longer feels . It has become mechanical for him, skating and winning.

It was one of the things that drove Chris to win, along with his desire to get gold for himself, his supporters and his country. The pride felt when your nation's anthem is the one being played at the medal ceremony is incredible.

He shook himself out of his thoughts and diverted the conversation to lighter topics. It would not do to be so pensive, especially in public. They had a reputation to uphold.

An idea dawned to him as he watched both the dancers finish the battle, with Yuuri being the clear winner. The little tiger didn't take it well, but was too tired to do much except heave against a wall.

He grinned deviously and stepped towards the dance floor, Viktor squawking in surprise behind him as he flagged a nearby waiter and asked him to set up a pole.

If it was dancing Viktor wanted, dancing he would get.

Viktor didn't know whether to consider himself blessed or cursed, because right in front of him was Yuuri pole dancing, stripped down to his underwear and oh god he had never felt gayer.

His mouth dried up as Yuuri threw a sultry wink at him. His heart beat faster every time executed a particularly alluring move, showing off his gorgeous legs and even more beautiful body. Oh god. Oh god. At this rate his heart would never survive the night.

This should be illegal. How could a man be so sinfully attractive? It's unreal. Absolutely unreal. Screw that, this whole night was bordering on surreal, if he was honest. Tzar Nicholas II could be hanging from the ceiling and he wouldn't bat an eye at this point.

Adding to the dreamlike atmosphere was the always cheerful Thai skater and Yuuri's best friend, striding towards him with a determined and scary expression. He had never seen anything resembling the emotions on Phichit's face, not even once.

( Maybe he took some tips from Yura )

Phichit came to a stop in front of him, the fearsome smile still plastered on his face. "So Viktor...I assume you like our Yuuri, hmm?"

Viktor had a bad feeling about this. "Ahh, yes? I mean, who wouldn't like him?"

The Thai laughed humourlessly. "Good answer, but you know that's not what I meant."

He wondered where this was going. Did he like Yuuri? Of course! The man was beautiful, kind, polite and everything anyone would want in a person. But he was also nervous, painfully shy, and had high walls. Viktor loved that about Yuuri too, all those things that made and shaped the person known as Katsuki Yuuri.

Viktor smiled. "I do. Like him, that is. Perhaps I do not love him, not yet, but I would be lying if I say that I didn't utterly adore him."

Some of the tension seemed to disappear from the atmosphere, and Phichit's posture lightened considerably. He took one long look at Viktor, and he felt himself being judged. He raised his head higher. Let the man judge all he wants, he would not back down after stating his feelings openly.

"I hope what you say is true, Nikiforov, for Yuuri's sake...and your own. You hurt him, and we will come after you. Most of all, me. I can destroy you", Viktor's mind suddenly reminded him of the skater's prowess online, "have no doubt about that."

Phichit grew quiet for a few seconds and then suddenly piped up, "Yuuri's really drunk, yeah?" Viktor nodded, not knowing what else to do. "Someone will need to take him to the hotel room after this is over."

Wait. Was this going where Viktor thought this was going?

"And I would do it, but I have some..ah, work to discuss with Mila, Sara and the Russian Yuri, so unfortunately I can't do it." Viktor didn't dare to hope. Was this Phichit's way of telling that he allowed Viktor to pursue Yuuri? Oh please, let it be that let it be that let it be-

"I am leaving the responsibility to you."

Score! He had Phichit's blessing! This really was an unforgettable night in more ways than one.

The other skater smiled at him and sashayed away, his job done.

( Or so Viktor hoped. One shovel talk was enough. )

Yuri should have never attended this fucking banquet in the first place because it was filled with disgusting lovey dovey shit and did he mention how that pole dancing made him want to barf? Because it did.

Seriously horrible.

And now the drunk idiot Katsuki ( who had at least put on a damn shirt thankfully ) was honest to god grinding on the biggest fucker on this planet ( the great Nikiforov, who else? ) who seemed to be stuck between 'this is the best day ever kill me' and 'cute guy grinding on me wut i do help'.

The grey haired oldie made a move to stop Katsuki, but was startled when the man hugged him and said, "Do you hate me, Vi-Viktoooor?"

Oh fucking hell the old man looked ready to elope what the utter fuck he was going to be scarred for life at this rage. And why was Katsuki looking like he was about to cry damn them all he was done with this shit.

He spun on his heel and went over to the drinks table. They can call him when the drama is done. Right now he couldn't care less if the two were going over to the dance floor ( Viktor finally managed to convince the idiot to put on his pants good god ) or if they looked really good standing together or anything.

It was none of his business and he didn't care. Of course not.

Viktor could not understand just how did someone have this much stamina. Yuuri break danced in the dance off with Yura, then pole danced with Chris, and was now moving perfectly to what seemed like something perfect for a tango.

'Well', thought Viktor, 'let's join it and make it a pasodoble.'

He moved forward to join Yuuri, trying his best to match him. A whole evening watching him and yet Viktor was still surprised at how utterly graceful the man was to dance so well even after a whole of sixteen flutes of champagne. And it was not only the dancing, no. Whenever Yuuri moved you could pick out the sheer elegance, muscles fluid and supple.

He idly wondered what Yuuri did. Judging by the smooth motions, Viktor supposed he was in a field which called for graceful motions, yet needed quite a bit of core strength. He could rule out figure skating for obvious reasons. Maybe dancing? It would explain the man's talent in the activity.

He resolved to ask Yuuri about his career later, when they learn a bit more about each other ( oh, he absolutely planned to keep in touch ). Currently he was more focused on how the two of them had grown closer and how Yuuri was leading him.

Yuuri spun him and lowered him in a dip so smooth and low it took Viktor's breath away. Yuuri pulled him back up and leaned it with a seductive smirk. "Stammi vicino", he whispered in his ear.

Viktor felt goosebumps on his skin at the flirtatious voice. He smiled slowly and changed the position, with him being at the lead. "Two can play at this game, mister Katsuki," he whispered back.

The two danced for what felt like hours to Viktor, until it was time to return to their rooms. He could see the exhaustion of the night catching up to Yuuri, his nearly endless stamina finally going out.

He lead Yuuri towards the doors, nodding his head to a few of his fellow skaters. Chris, Mila and Sara gave him suggestive looks and waggled their eyebrows, while Phichit nodded back. Dear Yura glared at him. Oh, that boy.

Hmm, if he remembered correctly Yuuri's room should be 403, in the same hallway as his. "Yuuri, come with me. This w-" suddenly Yuuri stumbled and Viktor moved to catch him. "Be careful!"

'He is leaning quite heavily on me' thought Viktor with a frown. He faced the man in question. "Can you walk, Yuuri? The elevator is just there, see?"

Yuuri shaked his head with an incomprehensible murmur, face still hidden in the crook of Viktor's neck. Viktor smiled fondly. How can one person be so sexy, yet so cute? Yuuri really was a mystery and never failed to surprise him even in the smallest of things.

"That give me no choice then~" Viktor smiled wickedly and picked him right up. Yuuri squeaked, tiredness being replaced by shock. "V-Viktor…l-!"

The corner of Viktor's mouth lifted up further. Yuuri's shyness still managed to shine through the confidence of alcohol. "Do you not like it?"

"Ahh! It's not that! But please let me down!"

"Shh, just close your eyes, okay? I am just taking you to your room, no where else, I swear."

Yuuri's blush deepened but he gave in and closed his eyes, burrowing closer to Viktor's chest. If he wasn't carrying such a precious treasure, Viktor would have banged his fist right there on the wall because he was so cute? Too pure? What did he even do to deserve this angel?

Viktor halted just outside room 403. He had forgotten about the keycard needed to unlock the door. He hoped that Yuuri had it with him, otherwise they sure would be in a pinch. He whispered to the man in his arms. "Yuuri? Do you have the key card?" When no response came, he looked down to find him sleeping peacefully.

Viktor sighed. The sight was adorable, and he would absolutely hate to wake Yuuri up. But he needed to enter the room too...he hoped that Yuuri had the card in his pockets.

Technically he shouldn't rifle through someone's pockets like that but...he was sure Yuuri would understand. Desperate times called for desperate measures after all. He awkwardly held Yuuri as he searched through them. Fortunately, it was there in his left pocket ( god, those pants were tight and he could nearly feel the thigh oh holy hell ).

He opened the door with some difficulty and walked in, gently laying Yuuri down on the bed. He just muttered something sleepily and moved into a more comfortable position. Viktor smiled fondly at the sleeping man, whose features were relaxed, an expression of utter peace.

He stood there for a few minutes, staring. Shaking himself out of it, he ruffled Yuuri's hair affectionately and went out, softly locking the door behind him.

( and promptly punching a wall )