"Um… Vik… Viktor-san – "
"Yes, Yuuri?"
"Is this really necessary?"
"Of course it is!"
Yuuri was absolutely red in the face, stiff as a board while Viktor snuggled into his side like an overgrown puppy.
Someone definitely hated him up there, Yuuri groaned to himself. This was definitely torture, because holy god his crush of eleven years was currently rubbing his head against the side of his neck.
Yuuri gulped nervously, Viktor's intoxicating scent subtly wrapping around him. He smelled faintly of men's cologne and a dash of pineapple. It was… it was like getting drunk off just a smell, and Yuuri tried hard not to swoon as Viktor started to pepper little kisses on his nape.
"Viktor-san – " Yuuri muttered, his face impossibly red as Viktor smiled into his scarlet skin.
"You're very warm," Viktor replied simply.
Yuuri had absolutely no idea how to respond to that.
"We're here, mister Nikiforov."
Viktor perked up, his arms still around Yuuri's own left arm and addressed the driver. "Thank you, Joey. Wait for us, we'll take about an hour."
Joey, a warm middle-aged man with brown hair, nodded. "Of course. Should I take you to the back, mister Nikiforov?"
"Hmm~" Viktor pondered in thought. "What do you think, Yuuri?"
"Oh, um…" Yuuri tried to breathe properly. "M-Maybe we should? Because what if the press gets here, I don't want you to… to get annoyed by them."
Viktor beamed, practically bouncing in his seat. "Wow~ So smart! Okay, Joey, take us to the back."
Yuuri tried not to hyperventilate as Joey slowly made his way to the back of the building, parking before Viktor climbed out of the car.
"Yuuri," Viktor drew out the 'u' of Yuuri's name. "Aren't you hungry, snowflake?"
"Oh, yes…"
His whole body trembling, Yuuri grasped Viktor's outstretched hand and followed him out of the vehicle.
"Er, Viktor-san, is it really okay to go in like this?" Yuuri asked, half curious and half nervous.
"Of course," Viktor assured him, his hand grasping the handle of the heavy metal door and pulling it open. "I know the owner. He's a very… eccentric man, but we're good friends and I do this from time to time."
"Really?" Yuuri asked, for once his voice not shaking as his curiosity got the better of him.
Viktor hummed in a yes, his hand finding Yuuri's once more and squeezing it gently.
Yuuri could feel his cheeks go a deep scarlet, and to save himself from the embarrassment (too late), he turned his head rapidly to the side.
"Yuuri, I want to see your lovely face, why'd you turn away?"
Yuuri could practically hear the pout in Viktor's voice without even looking.
"I-I'm sorry, I just – " Yuuri whispered, a hand grasping his chin and slowly turning his head.
"Your eyes are captivating," Viktor muttered, his neck bent down slowly.
Yuuri's breath caught in his throat. What was he talking about? Yuuri was plain; his eyes were a mere muddy brown color his whole family had. They weren't sparkly or special; the one who's eyes were beautiful was Viktor.
"I love it when you blush." Viktor's voice dropped even lower, his face closer than ever.
Viktor's thumb gently grazed Yuuri's right cheek, causing it to go even pinker.
"No – Viktor-san, please – " Yuuri whispered, his eyes wide as Viktor inched a little closer. It wasn't that he didn't want a kiss – he wanted it so badly that Yuuri's chest tightened in pain. But not here. And certainly not him; Viktor absolutely cannot waste his lips on Yuuri, an intern, someone who wasn't extraordinary, someone who didn't understand why Viktor was affectionate to him and him only.
Without realizing it, Yuuri had started crying, fat drops of water running down and then dripping off his chin.
Viktor's eyes widened as he saw this, feeling helpless as Yuuri's whole body shook with silent sobs.
"I'm sorry," Viktor muttered, his voice full of regret and something else – something somber – as he tried to wipe away the tears gently with his hands. "I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable. I only… I just wanted to kiss you."
"T-That's not it," Yuuri sniffled, thanking whatever divine being was up there that the area they were in was private and out of prying eyes. "Why are you doing this? W… Why me, we only met an hour ago – "
"… I – "
"Viktor!"
Yuuri hastily turned his back onto Viktor as a voice called out, wiping his tears away and trying not to seem too obvious that he had been crying.
"Ah… Chris…"
Letting out one last sniffle, Yuuri was ready to turn around and greet the newcomer only to jump in the air as a hand groped his behind.
"Ooh~ Nice and plump."
Sputtering, Yuuri spun around and backed up as fast as he could away from this perverted stranger who had just freaking squeezed his bum.
The stranger was tall – tall as Viktor, Yuuri could say. His hair was two-toned, the top a light blond and the bottom a darker shade of yellow. His green eyes were flirty and his skin was tanned – he was one of the most attractive men Yuuri had ever seen.
He was also one of the most uncomfortable men Yuuri had ever met. He had groped him, and the only person Yuuri was okay with doing that was –
"Chris."
Yuuri flinched. Viktor's voice, which had previously been gentle and kind, was now uncharacteristically harsh.
"Don't touch my Yuuri," Viktor commanded, taking Yuuri's shoulders and hugging him almost possessively.
"Hm," Chris raised an eyebrow. "How interesting. It's not like you to go and find someone you want to protect, Viktor."
Viktor only tightened his hold around Yuuri.
"Um… Viktor-san," Yuuri said, wiggling lightly in Viktor's grasp. "Who's that?"
"Oh my, how impolite of me," Chris said, bowing slightly and sweeping his hand across his chest. "I am Christophe Giacometti, the owner of Kiss and Dining. Viktor, I'm assuming you want the usual table?"
"Oh, yes please~" Yuuri nearly collapsed. How could Viktor go from such a serious attitude to one that resembled a child in less than a minute?
"Great. Head up, then."
"Wait… Viktor-san, up?" Yuuri asked in a bewildered voice as Viktor nodded and started to pull Yuuri along gently by his hand.
"It's a secret booth only for me," Viktor winked over his shoulder at Yuuri. "Chris and I used to be close back in college, so he lets me use this whenever I want."
Yuuri stared at Viktor's back in slight awe as the actor guided him not to the front where people were served food daily, but instead to a wooden stairway just next to a pair of doors that would lead to the main restaurant. This man was so interesting, Yuuri thought. He was a mystery – not a lot of Viktor's personal life was made public, and to learn these little tidbits made Yuuri excited.
"Vik… Viktor-san."
"Yes, Yuuri?"
The two stopped, halfway up the stairs.
Viktor's eyes were endless oceans as he stared down at Yuuri from the step above, and Yuuri tried to breathe steadily. Gathering all the courage he had at the moment, Yuuri let go of Viktor's hand and reached up slowly.
His questions from earlier could wait. Right now, Yuuri was determined to apologize to Viktor for before in the only way he knew would work.
Standing on his toes so he wouldn't hurt Viktor's neck by bending it down too much, Yuuri closed his eyes and tilted his chin up so his lips would softly press against the other's.
Goodness, Yuuri nearly fainted at the moment; here he was, kissing the actor he had practically worshipped since he was a child – and good god the man's lips. They were soft and delicate, and although the kiss was merely a slow brush of skin against skin, Yuuri savored every moment of it.
When Yuuri slowly pulled back, his whole face was rather red and his lifted his eyes to shyly look up at Viktor.
What he saw surprised him; Viktor's own cheeks were a pink, his face stunned and his eyes wide. Yuuri felt proud. He had managed to fluster Viktor, which he thought was nearly impossible.
"For… For earlier," Yuuri muttered.
Then the next movement made Yuuri stumble slightly, but his footing steadied.
Viktor threw his arms around Yuuri's neck and pressed against him for another kiss.
It was heavenly.
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Yaaaay, managed to update. The place I live rarely has snow, so if there's even a chance of it, school closes down. As of an hour ago, we've started to have said snow, and I can guarantee at least a day off.
Fuck yeah.
I really like how this one turned out – the surprise that Viktor felt when Yuuri initiated the kiss even after he had cried before, and ugh I just love the fact that Yuuri can seduce Viktor as much as Viktor can seduce him.
Ohohohoho.
I also plan for Yuuri's Eros to come out soon. I wanna see how Viktor reacts to it.
I'm not sure when I'll update again, but… just look out for it, okay?
Until next time, then.