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-Some sexiness in this one!
He's beautiful.
Victor started, looking around in shock. There was a voice, but no one was there but he and Yakov. And Yakov's voice certainly wasn't that young or sweet sounding.
"Victor, keep going! Don't get distracted!"
He's the most beautiful person on the planet.
Once again, the voice and those words. Victor didn't know what was happening, but he was going to find out.
When Victor Nikiforov wanted to know something, no one could keep it from him for too long!
Soulmates. It was a known thing among adults. Your soulmate's thoughts could be heard in your own mind, so long as they were directed at you personally, or were about you. After they had seen you of course.
So somehow, Victor's soulmate knew who he was in order to know that he was beautiful. Had actually seen him before. Victor was certain he'd never seen his soulmate. Seventeen years and not a thing to show for it, so obviously he was a little lost.
He's amazing.
Like he's floating on the ice.
His precision and his presence are breathtaking.
Random comments like that would drift through his mind during the day. His soulmate knew that Victor was a figure skater and they appreciated more than just his looks. By the sound of their voice, they were completely enamored by him.
Victor wished he could at least give his soulmate some reassurance that they were appreciated. But he knew that was impossible until he saw them first.
The whole soulmate business was confusing. His thoughts about his soulmate wouldn't reach his soulmate until he laid eyes on them. Strange.
How did people find out they were soulmates then? Did they just play 'guess my thoughts'?
Victor hadn't ever been the most subtle, though he did realize that sometimes he was far too blunt for the tastes of some. Though they usually got over it or ignored it because he was an international figure skating star.
Still, even Victor could tell immediately that he had probably just done something wrong. Though he couldn't understand what.
But the boy looked sad. Victor didn't want him to be sad. That was why he'd offered to take a photo for him.
He hoped he didn't offend the boy.
As if on cue, the boy's disappointed look morphed into confusion. Brown eyes hidden by hideous glasses looked around, as if trying to find something. Eventually, the boy shook his head and turned away, taking hold of his bag and walking off.
Something about that stuck in Victor's mind, and it wouldn't leave him alone.
He's different in person.
I expected something more than what I was seeing.
But apparently he's not that much different than other celebrities.
That sudden train of thoughts came out of nowhere, making Victor almost gape.
I guess this is what I get for trying.
Perhaps I shouldn't try anymore.
Go home, skate in my free time.
Give up on competition altogether.
It would be easier.
There were no more thoughts from his soulmate for the rest of the day. And Victor's mood took an even deeper plunge.
Wow, he actually managed to pull it off.
It's only been a week since!
Yuuri shot right out of bed at that. There was the voice. A voice that seemed more masculine than his own. Perhaps a little older. Though he couldn't tell if there was an accent.
His sister had told him all about it. His soulmate's thoughts to and about him would be heard in his mind the moment the other laid eyes on Yuuri.
Ever since he was little, Yuuri had hoped that he would have a soulmate, but nothing had ever come to him. His mind was silent. And then, on the day he'd failed in the most spectacular of ways, something sounded within his mind, ringing just a little bit.
That small bit was enough to lift his spirits just a tad. He had a soulmate. Katsuki Yuuri actually had a perfect match out there somewhere.
Not even at the height of physical fitness and he managed to replicate the routine almost perfectly.
Yuuri buried his face in his pillow. His soulmate was watching him skate Victor Nikiforov's recent winning FS program.
Needs to work on his landing the jumps, but otherwise good.
Very good.
Yuuri screamed into his pillow. The pure amazement in their tone made him want to wiggle a bit. Despite being completely against the posting of the video, it was nice to know that people actually liked it.
Perhaps he shouldn't give up competitions after all.
Why did someone that perfect have to be created?
It's not fair.
Look at him, with his sexy, silver hair and amazing blue eyes.
I'd like to lick him.
Or fuck him.
That would be nice too.
Victor flushed just the tiniest bit as his plane ride was filled with very suggestive thoughts all about him. At least his soulmate thought that he was attractive!
It happened on the plan, on the ride to Yu-Topia Akatsuki, and even when he was in the onsen.
Except, things sort of changed about half about hour in. The water was still nice and hot, the atmosphere was calming. But his soulmate's thoughts turned from quiet ruminations, to a sudden mess.
Makkachin?
WHAT?!
WHY WOULD HE BE HERE?!
NO WAY!
A few seconds later, a door was thrown open and one Katsuki Yuuri rushed into the room. His jaw firmly dropped upon seeing Victor resting in the water.
Oh, God.
Oh, God.
Dear God, Victor Nikiforov is naked in my family's onsen!
This is not how the dream usually pans out!
OH, GOD!
Victor paused for just a brief moment, interest suddenly spiked. The fun he could have with this, if what he thought was correct.
Standing, Victor decided to test his theory.
"Hello, Yuuri!"
I bet he'd look lovely, bent over.
Yuuri was assaulted too soon. From Victor Nikiforov sitting in the onsen naked, and greeting him, to his soulmate suddenly thinking about him in what he was certain weren't completely innocent thoughts.
Face red and feeling completely unprepared, Yuuri did the only thing he could think of.
Squeak and flee.
He never noticed the smirk on the other man's face as he left.
He probably would have expected something more had he seen it.
Victor never expected that his soulmate would end up being the only person in the last two years, to bring any inspiration for skating to him. Though he wasn't complaining because Katsuki Yuuri was adorable! Also, Victor found himself strangely attracted to the younger man.
His soulmate was so innocent in body, though in mind he was free to be himself. However, Yuuri did not know that Victor was his soulmate, so all the very sexual thoughts he had about his idol, were not as secret as he thought they were. And Yuuri could get graphic at the worst of moments!
So in retaliation, Victor decided he was going to pay his dear Yuuri back. It wouldn't harm anyone, and witnessing his cute reactions would be fascinating.
Victor started off lightly though. He never once thought of something so daring during practice. Mostly because he didn't want Yuuri to hurt himself because he lost control and fell. Victor knew how to plan after all.
No, later at night, or sometimes when he was in the onsen. He would surprise Yuuri with early morning praises and observations about him.
During the day, Yuuri and Victor kept a clean record of Yuuri's progress, Victor's Instagram blown up with photos of both he and Yuuri. He was certain that Yuuri hadn't noticed that minute detail however. He would eventually though, so it was okay.
As Victor was practically keeping the world up to date on Yuuri's progress, it wouldn't be so strange that Yuuri's 'unknown' soulmate was admiring him. Though to be honest, Victor admired him when he was a little overweight, and admired him now, at a more slimmed down figure.
Yuuri was simply a bundle of cute.
Victor watched as Yuuri stiffened for the umpteenth time that day. The younger skater looked around a bit, his gaze landing on Victor. Victor made especially sure to mentally detail exactly what he wanted to do to Yuuri, and delighted in his Kobuta-chan's flustered face!
I want to do so many bad things to him.
Yuuri shivered as the thoughts started up once again. It was as if his soulmate could not stop fantasizing about him of all people, and Yuuri was properly frustrated because of it.
It was hard to get a good night of sleep when he was so turned on that he couldn't actually rest. When he had to take a shower in the middle of the night in order to take care of his problems.
When his body throbbed with desire at the absolutely filthy things his soulmate was thinking about him at the most inappropriate times of day! And Yuuri was just as guilty for secretly enjoying it.
With a sigh, he sat up and decided to go and have a late night bath. If only to try to calm down some. He was too riled up. Far too frazzled to handle this right now. Maybe he could deal with it later.
Of course, Yuuri couldn't just tiptoe past Victor's room could he? It was never that simple. The floor decided that it was going to creak unbearably loudly as he walked by, alerting the man within that someone was outside. And of course Victor was up this late.
Why would he ever need sleep?
"Yuuri," the man began, lacking any honorifics as usual, "what are you doing this late?"
"Bath."
"Oooh! I'll come too!"
Noooooooooo! Oh God, no!
He wanted to say something. To pretest Victor's need to invite himself everywhere. But then again, he liked Victor and he wasn't sure of how to word the fact that he wanted some alone time with himself. So Yuuri kept his mouth shut and let the man tag along.
If only to see his perfect body on display.
That was a good reward for silence. That perfectly toned body.
There was a smile on Victor's face. It sent shivers down Yuuri's spine.
He resolutely did not look in the other's direction when they stripped down. He refused to even consider the fact that they would be bathing together. Usually, Yuuri bathed as soon as he got home in order to avoid being alone with Victor too much. He might start enjoying it a lot more than he should after all.
The moan that came from Victor's mouth, when he reclined against a large boulder in the onsen, ruffled Yuuri's hair.
Speaking of eros.
Was it natural for twenty-three - nearly twenty-four - year old men to be thinking about sex so often? He wasn't a teenager. He shouldn't be so easily aroused!
He needed to get laid so badly.
Maybe it would calm him down. Maybe a few rounds would cool him off.
"Yuuri, you look a little tense."
Did he? He hadn't noticed!
"I'm fine."
Just fine.
Victor tsked and waded closer, his eyes alight with mischief and something that Yuuri was not willing to convince himself was real. It couldn't be after all. Right?
"Allow me to help you."
Victor took hold of his shoulders and turned him around. Yuuri would have protested, had Victor not started to massage the tight muscles with what should be illegal fingers. His answering groan was full of appreciation and slight pain.
"You need to take care of yourself, Yuuri," Victor said, voice low as it whispered across Yuuri's damp ear.
Let me take care of you, Yuuri.
It took far too long for him to realize that Victor had not said the second sentence. Yuuri would have felt his breath if he had. But the voice in his mind sounded exactly like Victor.
It's okay. I will take good care of you, Yuuri.
You want this.
You've thought about it for years and years.
Victor stepped even closer then, molding himself to Yuuri's back, making Yuuri's breath catch.
They were naked in the onsen, pressed up against one another. Victor's mouth was doing unspeakable things to Yuuri's neck, and a very solid insistence of his intentions was pressed between Yuuri's thighs.
"Will you let me care for you, Yuuri? Like you always wanted?"
"Oh, God, you're my-my-"
"Mmmmm."
Victor's hands mapped out the flesh of Yuuri's shoulders and arms, reaching around him in order to herd him against a nearby boulder, trapping Yuuri within the cage of his pale arms. Yuuri's slightly tanned skin was such a large contrast from Victor's milky complexion. The juxtaposition was nice, he realized. Attractive.
"Yuuri," Victor hummed a moment later, capturing his attention to the present once again.
He could focus on the morbidity of how Victor was his soulmate, for another time. Because at present, he was being offered something he had only ever dreamed of having. Passing this up would be foolish. And wasn't he just complaining about needing sex?
Feeling daring, and a little desirable - because Victor's interest was poking his thigh very obviously, telling him how aroused the other man was - Yuuri leaned into the embrace and reached a hand back to boldly fondle Victor's toned ass.
"Yes."
Victor wasted no time. His hands dove beneath the water, trailing along Yuuri's sides and caressing the flat plains of his stomach. While flat once again, Yuuri had tiny stretch marks that were finally changing color. No longer the harsh red they were in the beginning.
He hoped that Victor didn't mind them.
"Shh, I adore every inch of you, Yuuri."
Right. Telepathy between soulmates. Shit. What sort of dirty thoughts did he have about Victor? A lot.
"I was particularly fond of the desire to 'ride me like a stallion', as I believe you phrased it."
Yuuri moaned, the idea combined with the pleasure of Victor's hands trailing impossibly lower, stroking his shaft with surety. Victor knew what he wanted. Yuuri needed to stop thinking and just feel.
Turning, he cut the other man's explorations off in order to even the playing field. While getting felt up was lovely, Yuuri had always wanted to touch Victor. Touch in a way he'd touched no one else before.
So Yuuri placed both hands on the Russian's chest, feeling the muscles tense slightly, before relaxing. He rubbed up and down, enjoying how Victor's chest rumbled in response.
Their foreheads met, eye contact intense. Victor was obviously aroused, his eyes dilated for Yuuri. Blue almost eclipsed by black. Yuuri was certain his own eyes were in the same state.
"May I kiss you, Yuuri?"
He huffed a small laugh. "I let you grope me, and you're asking for a kiss?"
"A kiss can be the most intimate of practices."
True.
"Kiss me, Victor."
Victor did. Oh did Victor do it, with precision and skill that had Yuuri breathless with desire. There was kissing, and then there was kissing.
Victor was obviously proficient in the latter. He swept Yuuri into his arms, one hand pushing against his lower back into order to grind their bodies against one another, while the other gripped Yuuri's wet hair in a tight fist.
It might as well have been a possession for all the claiming that Victor was doing. And Yuuri wanted more of it, undulating against his soon-to-be-lover with insistent motions.
"I need you to fuck me," Yuuri murmured when they pulled apart for a quickly breath. For some reason, it was like breathing through the nostrils escaped them. As if the body could not handle doing that and kissing at the same time.
Victor hummed, and the did the unthinkable. He pulled away.
"Not in the onsen. Other people use this. Come to my room."
Yuuri went willingly.
Yuuri's moans were like music to Victor's ears. He'd been thinking about just what Yuuri would look like when in the throes of passion and desire, and he was finally witnessing it. Finally seeing that side that the other kept from the world.
A side that would continue to be kept from the world because Victor did not want to share his soulmate with anyone. Yuuri was special and should be cherished.
And that was just what Victor did, his mouth leaving bright purple marks on Yuuri's body, to let others know that Yuuri had been taken in many ways.
Those thin arms were wrapped around his shoulders, nails clutching at sweat slicked skin, and moans loud enough to wake the dead echoed in his ear.
Victor very much liked this turn out, and resolved to push Yuuri over the edge for a third time.
After all, the night was still very young.
"Oh, you dick!" the younger man gasped as particularly hard thrust.
"Louder, love, Russia has not heard you," he teased.
"When I fuck you later, you won't be saying the same, believe me."
He did. Victor really did.
He also looked forward to it.
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