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-Some more fluff to make up for yesterday's heart breaker.

"One day, someone will come along, and when they touch you, a silver light will erupt between you upon contact. When that happens, Yuuri, you will know that you've found your soulmate. Your perfect match."

Yuuri had been thinking of that his whole life. Ever since his sixth birthday. He hoped he would get a soulmate because he was emotional and he desperately wanted someone who was perfect for him. Yuuri wanted companionship that didn't make him feel ill after too long.

'Perfect match' had to mean that they would accept him and understand him for who he was, and what more could he want in life? What more could someone like Yuuri ask for?

Of course at the age of twenty-three, he had yet to experience any such connection with anyone, and he was a bit put out. But he had hope! And that hope was always lingering in the back of his mind.

Also, he had more important things to consider right now. Soulmates could wait until later. A little while later at least.

His career as a skater was important to him. Just when he'd been ready to give up, his idol appeared. Victor Nikiforov appeared one day and exuberantly told him that they would be working together to get Yuuri into the Grand Prix Final, and that he would win.

And Yuuri was properly skeptical because he'd finished dead last in the last Grand Prix, and his shame was on display for the world to see. He wasn't proud, and he didn't have the confidence to go through with more, but he didn't want to give up his passion simply because he had a few bad experiences. The competitiveness within refused to concede defeat.

He sighed as he placed the final box on the floor. Victor Nikiforov apparently had to bring all of Russia with him on his trip to Japan. The room he would be using was simply covered in boxes and Yuuri had no idea where the man was going to put anything, but he wasn't going to pry.

"Yuuri."

One moment, he was kneeling floor and the next, Victor was in his personal space, sliding his long and thin fingers around Yuuri's right wrist while the fingers of his other hand tipped the brunet's chin upward so they could look at one another. It was an intimate sort of touch that Yuuri hadn't been expecting and was flustered over immediately.

And that was when it happened. The bright, silver light that Yuuri had heard so much about in his childhood. His chin and hand felt warm under Victor's caresses, and the breath was short in his lungs.

Victor's blue eyes were wide with shock at the revelation. And Yuuri watched as those eyes suddenly went wider but with amazement and interest.

"Interesting."

Yuuri didn't move a muscle. He didn't really know what to do at the moment. He just learned that the man he'd admired for the past thirteen years - his idol, one of the best figure skaters in the world - was his soulmate. It shouldn't be shocking that he didn't know what to do. What did soulmates do when meeting each other?

This whole situation was very awkward.

He fidgeted, and Victor was finally kind enough to let go.

"It seems," the older man nearly purred, "that we are going to become very close, dear Yuuri."

With a squeak, Yuuri pushed away frantically, until he found himself on the floor in the corridor. And when Victor did not move from his spot, Yuuri stood and fled to his room. His sanctuary.

What the hell did he do now?!

Victor was very careful not to mention the soulmate bond at any time. He wanted to watch Yuuri. See how he reacted around other people and his family. What he did when confronted with hardships.

And Yuuri didn't seem at all interested in bringing up their connection. The poor thing flustered himself too easily and would slide away when he felt too pressured with social anxiety and secondary embarrassment.

Victor had to think about how to approach the situation. In one evening, he'd already learned quite a lot, but there was certainly more to learn. More to witness.

So he began the slow incorporation of himself into his soulmate's life, pleased that Yuuri accepted him despite being so embarrassed all the time.

And that was when Victor proceeded with the touching. Naturally he was flamboyant and cheerful, and loved physical contact, but he couldn't help but layer it on a bit more for Yuuri. Especially when that stunning warmth would envelop him whenever he touched his soulmate.

Slowly, ever so slowly, he managed to turn things around. And the arrival of Yuri Plisetsky only made it better, which made Yuuri even more determined to keep him, and 'seduce him'.

And seduced he had been.

Victor trailed a hand across the back of Yuuri's neck, enjoying how his darling shivered a bit, but leaned into the warmth provided. He nuzzled into Yuuri's surprisingly soft hair and sighed.

"Ugh! Will you two just go fuck already?!"

"No need to be crass, Yurio," said Victor, though he was already standing and dragging Yuuri up with him. Yuuri squeaked in protest.

"Whatever. And stop calling me that!"

Victor merely stuck out his tongue as he lead a blushing Yuuri from the room.

It was time to once again make Yuuri's room shine in their shared luminescence.

A/N: The first is done!

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