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"Yuuri! Makka and I miss our cuddle buddy!"
Woof!
Yuuri smiled as Victor tried to move his laptop in a way so that both he and Makkachin could be in view of the camera. The large poodle's face came into the picture and her nose pressed against the screen a few times, a paw pushing around as she whined. He was given a nose boop.
"See? Makka misses you!" Victor wrapped his arms around the ball of fluff. "Yuuri isn't here, Makka. We have to wait before we can see him again!"
As if understanding, Makka licked the screen and backed away a bit to let Victor pet her more.
"I miss you too, Makkachin," said Yuuri, waving a little and smiling when the poodle's tail began to wag more insistently.
Victor gasped. "What about me?! Do you miss me too, Yuuri?"
The brunet flushed but nodded "Yes, I miss you as well. Though to be honest, you stole the blankets and I wasn't really ready for that. I don't miss that part."
"I do not!"
"Yeah, you do. I woke up once to find you wrapped around me, and the blankets on your side of the bed."
There was a moment of silence between them as Victor took in those words. And there was a lot of take in actually. Because Victor slept in the nude and on top of the covers, meaning the man had somehow ripped the covers from Yuuri's body and disposed of them in order to wrap himself around Yuuri instead. Things had touched him during those days.
"I don't remember that," the older man admitted, face a mask of sadness. "I had you in my arms and I don't even remember it!"
"That's because you sleep like a dead rock and I slipped away. And when I came back, you had taken the rest of the bed hostage, so I took Makkachin out to the kitchen to start making us breakfast."
Victor rolled over on his bed, making his laptop and subsequently the camera, shake in the process. "You don't understand, Yuuri! I had you in my arms like I've been imagining for months and I wasn't even awake to enjoy it! My life is over! It'll be ages before I can hug you again!"
He flushed. Victor was so dramatic, but he was really sweet at heart and his intentions were good. He just admitted to wanting to hold Yuuri in a more than friendly manner, meaning he had to be open to a relationship judging by his actions in the last few months.
Sooooo...
"Maybe you won't have to wait as long as you think."
Victor lifted his head slightly, his silver hair falling in his eyes. "Hm?"
Yuuri wiggled a big, trying to find the courage to ask what he wanted to ask. Just a few words. It wouldn't take much energy, but a lot of bravery. "There's an award show that I'm going to be attending next week for On ICE!. I can bring a guest if I want. Would you- would you like to come with me?"
"YES!"
Victor bounced onto his knees and grabbed for his mobile. The laptop shook madly again. "I literally have nothing to do and now I can go and see you again! Where is it and for how long will you be there?"
"London, and five days at the least."
"I can rent a flat for that time!" said Victor, eyes going wide with excitement at whatever his mind was conjuring up.
"Or we can just stay in a hotel for the week," suggested Yuuri hesitantly, not thrilled at the thought of unnecessarily wasting money.
"No, I want you to myself and I don't want to have to follow the rules of a hotel, nor do I want to be in a cramped space for a week. I also want to bring Makka and some places won't allow that."
Their video call ended with Victor promising that he would have a place picked out by the next time Yuri called him. And all they would have to do is plan their itinerary around it.
Yuuri was excited, though he had to be back in Japan for another award show for On ICE! a week after that.
He was going to see Victor and Makkachin again! He had to tell Phichit!
Yuuri stared at the golden box in his bag. The box that Phichit had made a big deal of shoving into his bag without explaining its significance. And now he was really glad that he hadn't said anything back in California, otherwise Yuuri would be dying internally and would probably have chickened out of coming to meet Victor.
Condoms. A variety of condoms. Difference colors and sizes. And some were ribbed and others were flavored. Basically, Phichit was heavily implying that he thought Victor and Yuuri were going to need condoms because… because he thought they would be doing things together.
Beside it was a tube of lubricant. Flavored chocolate. Yuuri's favorite flavor or sweets.
"Yuuri, are you okay?" Victor asked from the other side of the washroom door. Yuuri stuffed the box bag into his toiletry bag and cleared his throat for good measure. "I'm fine!" he called back.
"I want to take you out for dinner. Have you been to London before?"
"Not with the idea of exploration."
"Then dress casual and meet me in the lounge in five minutes."
Yuuri cracked the door open and peered into the bedroom, not finding Victor to be anywhere in sight. Quickly, he dashed over to his suitcase and ran back to the washroom in order to change properly.
He could hear Victor talking to Makkachin, trying to get the poodle to acquiesce to being put on a leash. She was a bit picky though and didn't like being chained up.
He was in London for an award show. He was in London with Victor Nikiforov for an award show. He had asked Victor to accompany him to an award show in London. He was currently staying in London with Victor Nikiforov. He was about to go on a date with Victor Nikiforov.
Honestly, where had his life gone for him to be able to meet his idol, speak with him on a daily basis, and even sleep in the same bed as him? What were the odds of all of this happening to Katsuki Yuuri when he sat down and decided that he was going to make a figure skating video game back when he was eleven?
Yuuri was quick to change into something nicer. It was slightly chilly outside and he settled for a long sleeved, blue shirt, and a pair of black denim jeans. He had brought a nice coat along, so he wouldn't be cold.
Victor gave an appreciative whistle upon seeing him, and Yuuri flushed under his gaze.
"You look good. Everyone is going to be staring at you."
He scoffed and gave the other man a once over, taking in his black leather jacket over a simple red shirt and black slacks. Confident and cool. "You haven't seen yourself, obviously."
Victor smirked. "You think I look good?"
"Yeah," Yuuri agreed with a nod and a small smirk of his own. "Maybe too good."
Their, what he was certain was a flirting contest, was interrupted by Makkachin, who decided that she wanted some attention by barking at them. Both laughed at her antics and reached down to give her fond pats on the head.
"Come. I know a nice place that allows pets inside so long as they are well behaved."
Yuuri chose not to comment when Victor took his hand and started tugging him out the door. He merely went along with it, internally dying over how sweet Victor could be even when he wasn't trying.
Phichit would never get over this.
{#OnICE is up for a bajillion awards tonight!}
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{Just 10 right now, but it's up for many more all over the world as well!}
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{I'm so excited to see what it wins!}
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{I hope it wins every category! If it could win the ones it wasn't it, I'd wish for that too.}
{GAME OF THE YEAR! Katsu_ki #OnICE OnICEOfficial}
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{Fuck yeah!}
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{This is probably the best award ceremony of video games there is.}
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{Japan has one too and On ICE! is up for awards there as well!}
{GamerzWorld had a poll on their website. 1 vote each and only by ppl with accounts! #OnICE won by a landslide!}
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{What did it beat?}
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{Dropout 3 and Valhalla: The Risen. OI!-10K D3- 4K V:TR- 2K!}
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{HOLY SHIT! Ten thousand people actually voted online!}
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{I know! I'm so happy!}
{Attention, #OnICE has won every BAVGA award is was up for!}
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{What's a BAVGA?}
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{It's the BAFTAs but for video games. Literally held by the BAFTAs.}
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{ iceicebb where can I see the proceedings?}
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{ BAFTAOfficial is currently Tweeting about it! Phi-Chu is as well! [LINK]}
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{And v-nikiforov and basically everyone involved in the making of it.}
{#OnICE saved 2016 and I don't care what anyone has to say!}
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{ Katsu_ki deserves this! I'm so proud of him!}
{Yo! 'The Game' website awarded #Yutsuru Best Couple and #OnICE Best Game! [LINK]}
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{i cannot breathe! help?}
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{I can barely see my screen I'm crying so hard! #OnICE}
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{Me too bruh! I need a moment to collect myself or else!}
{HOLY SHIT! Katsu_ki and v-nikiforov attended the BAVGAs together! [PHOTO] [PHOTO]}
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{OMG I'M NOT OK! iceicebb this!}
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{#Yaaaaaaaaasssssssssss Look at these from Victor himself! [LINK] [PHOTO] [PHOTO]}
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{We have been blessed! Does this mean #Victuuri is canon?}
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{YES! LOOK AT THIS! [PHOTO]}
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{Proof?}
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{LOOK AT ALL OF IT! [LINK]}
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{He is kissing Yuuri's hand, omg! They're smiling at each other!}
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{That's just a friendly thing. Stop making everything gay!}
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{You go around kissing your guy friend's hand and make eyes at them?}
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{Maybe you stare at his ass like Victor does to Yuuri? [PHOTO]}
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{Well fuck you good and proper! THE KISS! #VICTUURI [LINK] [PHOTO]}
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{THEY KISSED! MY LIFE IS COMPLETE!}
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{Shove that where the sun don't shine, Mr. No Homo!}
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{God has blessed us.}
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{This means there will be more publicity for it. And we might get more than one anime season!}
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{I didn't realize that! We might get more merch too!}
{#OnICE is saving 2017 as we speak!}
{Bless Katsu_ki and his coworkers for creating this masterpiece! #Love #OnICE}
{#damn #onice #fuckingperf #yutsuru #victuuri #rl #dead}
{On this day in history, gay ice skaters run the vg world! #OnICE}
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{I'm down with this! On ICE! Has taken control of my life!}
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{Just half a year left for the anime!}
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{Yaaaasssss bitch!}
"Of course you were going to win. None of those other games came close to winning."
"I'm trying to keep a pleasant attitude toward the whole process."
Victor wrapped his arms around Yuuri's waist and pulled the smaller man into a tight embrace. "Are you saying that you aren't jumping for joy inside because your life's work has been recognized by some of the more important gaming awards in the industry?"
Yuuri's hair was messy after hours and hours of wind, walking, and perhaps a few kisses that Victor suddenly planted on him in the middle of random corridors. He was flushed adorably and seemed like he was glowing from the inside.
"I said nothing about that. But I don't want to be a sore winner. I think the other games did well. Especially since I own them all as well, and I like playing them."
Victor sighed, completely smitten with the man in his arms. Yuuri was so humble and he was honestly so bemused by it. How did someone so successful and amazing, manage to keep himself so aloof and sweet? How was it that Katsuki Yuuri existed? What did the world do to deserve him?
"Is there an urge in there somewhere to jump around, now that we're behind closed doors?"
"Maybe."
Reluctantly, he released the younger man and stepped away. "Then go ahead."
There was a moment of silence, where Yuuri's stared up at him, his eyes narrowed slightly as if gauging Victor's truthfulness.
A sparkle lit those eyes up and he was bounding across the room and taking a flying dive onto the bed, giggles erupting from where he was now laying. "I won! I can't believe I won!" the man crowed, frantically wiggling his arms and legs against the bedding. "I worked so hard!"
He was adorable in his rumpled suit and with his flushed face. Also probably slightly inebriated judging by the four glasses of champagne he had drank throughout the evening.
Victor decided to begin the process of unwinding for the night by removing his cufflinks. "Are you tired, or would you prefer we stay up and watch something? Maybe get some food?"
There was no response.
"Yuuri?"
When he turned, he found himself staring into darkened chocolate brown eyes that were watching him closely. Yuuri was reclined on the bed, just staring him down as he slowly undressed, eyes trailing down to his navel on more than one occasion.
"You're sexy," Yuuri murmured. "You're sexy and nice, and I really like you more than I should."
Victor was quick to abandon the thought of undressing himself. Instead, he prowled closer to Yuuri, wanting to see what would happen and wondering if it was the alcohol speaking or if it was Yuuri in his right mind.
"I don't think you could ever like me more than I like you, Yuuri. And there's no way it would ever be enough," Victor admitted, feeling lightheaded.
He was fascinated by the dilation of Yuuri's eyes, and found himself wanting to kiss the other. But he'd done that three times that evening and he wanted to see if Yuuri would make a move this time.
Yuuri's finger reached out and trailed down the collar of Victor's shirt, hooking around his tie, and pulling him down and over his supine form. "We still don't know each other that well," the brunet said, voice slightly tinted with sadness. He was still reeling Victor in though, so it obviously wasn't much of a concern for him.
Victor ran his cold nose along the apple of Yuuri's cheek, enjoying the shiver he got for his efforts. "I think we know each other pretty well. And if it's not enough now, it could be enough in the future."
There was a low gasp that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. His body felt acutely attuned to Yuuri's every movement. He wanted to touch, but he also wanted Yuuri to touch him first.
"Yuur-"
Yuuri touched him. More than touched really. Yuuri jerked him down again and manage to lay a firm kiss on him despite the fact that Victor was on top currently.
Though not for long. He was rolled over suddenly, and found himself gazing upon a sight he'd only dreamed of. In great detail. Katsuki Yuuri was pinning him to a bed and he looked downright devilish as he did so, hair a mess, clothes wrinkled, and eyes blown wide with desire. It was better than any of the dreams he'd had recently.
"I have condoms," was all he had to say for Victor to moan.
He'd planned this. He had come prepared. Victor hadn't even let himself hope and yet Yuuri was already ahead of him.
"Please?"
In one second Yuuri was gone, darting across the room in order to grab something from his suitcase. The next second he had returned, holding up some lube and a box of condoms.
"Taking or receiving?" was the only question he asked Victor as he began undressing himself.
Oh God. Oh merciful Lord above. He wasn't ready and yet was also much too ready at once.
"Either," he said, almost breathless. He didn't care, he just wanted Yuuri. He would plead if he had to.
"I want you with your clothes on. And when I'm done, you can have me any way you want."
Damn.
Victor hadn't been on the receiving end in a while, but no prior experience would ever compare to Yuuri, who ended up being a very… considerate lover.
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