I've been analyzing this for a while now, but there's one thing all of the YOI fanfictions have in common…

Us authors only get about a small percentage of our readers to actually review, which is strange and new to me because every other fanfiction I've written, guys… I've gotten reviews over the amount of followers/favorites.

I'm not saying that's a bad thing; maybe some of you are just shy or a lazy bum like me. It just surprises me because I've never really come to a situation like this.

And I don't mean just my story, either. It's everyone's works. They always get less reviews than the amount of readers they actually have.

It's interesting, really.

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Viktor pressed himself against the smaller body, trying to taste as much as he could of those delicious lips.

Yuuri's lips weren't as smooth as he thought they were; they were slightly chapped, but that only caused Viktor to swoon even more. The rough feeling of them against his own lips was… indescribable.

Viktor couldn't remember the last time he had kissed someone like this; slowly, no tongue, and the gentle hesitance that whispered "do you really like me?"

God yes, Viktor tried to convey. He had never liked anyone like he felt for Yuuri. If only the young man could see that; that in Viktor's eyes, he was charming and adorable and oh so seductive.

"Viktor…" Yuuri muttered, as Viktor gently nipped his bottom lip.

Viktor could only hum in total satisfaction.

Yuuri's hands clenched the front of his jacket tightly, the cloth wrinkling under his fingertips and inevitably causing a permanent effect. Viktor couldn't make himself to care. All that mattered was Yuuri and his delicious clementine and vanilla scent with that hint of cinnamon.

And Viktor would have continued to enjoy this precious moment that he would definitely daydream about later had it not been for the fact his phone began to ring right in the middle of it.

Gasping, the two parted.

Yuuri's face was flushed red right up to the tips of his ears, his lips redder than normal and his breathing a little heavy. Viktor was proud that he had managed to do so to the young man – only next time, he promised to himself to get Yuuri's lips swollen as well.

Not even bothering to check who was calling him, Viktor unwrapped one hand around Yuuri's neck and accepted the call while bringing the phone up to his ear.

"What?" Viktor said, his voice slightly displeased.

"Vitya!"

Viktor blinked, the familiar voice flowing angrily from the speaker.

"Why am I getting an email from mister Cline that you're fooling around with some intern?!" Yakov continued to bark. "This movie is an important break for you, you know this and not to goddamn mention you skipped out on dinner with the director and half of your model shots are missing!"

"Hmm," Viktor muttered, only half-listening as he bent his neck and started to trail his lips over Yuuri's face, starting from his forehead and then over his eyelids. Yuuri couldn't help but let out something like a giggle, half-nervous and half-amused.

"VITYA!" Yakov roared. "Are you listening?!"

Viktor pressed a kiss to the corner of Yuuri's lips before pulling away slightly. "Of course I am, Yakov," Viktor replied in a now happy voice to his agent.

"Then get your ass over to the studio!"

"Ah, no can do, Yakov," Viktor grinned cheerfully, for Yuuri had now shyly stood on his toes and was lightly kissing his jaw. The shorter peppered small kisses along Viktor's neck and ears, causing something warm to rise in Viktor's cheeks and lose his concentration for a moment.

"I'm rather occupied at the moment. Dasvidanya!" Viktor said, already growing impatient because he just wanted to kiss Yuuri senseless at the moment.

"VITYA – "

And Viktor ended the call, cutting off Yakov's furious shout.

"Sorry about that," Viktor sighed, cupping one of Yuuri's cheeks and rubbing his thumb gently over the band-aid. "Yakov is such an impatient man. Sometimes I think he needs a hug."

Yuuri let out a small laugh, causing delicious shivers to run up Viktor's spine. Good lord, could this man be possibly any more gorgeous?

"Now let's go, my dear Yuuri. I bet you're rather hungry."

"Yes, Viktor-san."

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Yuuri blushed brightly as Viktor grasped his hand and brought it up to his lips, lightly grazing his lips across his fingertips. It somehow felt a lot more intimate than the kisses they had shared only thirty minutes prior.

"So, Yuuri," Viktor drew out the 'u' in his name. "Why don't we get to know each other more?"

"Er… Yes…" Yuuri sweated nervously. It was terrible, considering the fact that he practically knew all of Viktor's information like the back of his hand due to interviews and Wikipedia. But at the same time, the idea of learning more of Viktor's own personal life excited him.

They were sitting in the second floor, where there was a single table. The lights were dim and several scented candles were placed around them, and Yuuri nearly collapsed in a heap of red due to the highly romantic atmosphere. It also didn't help that his lips still throbbed lightly from before.

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

And there was when Yuuri choked lightly on his water, his throat burning and his eyes wide. "N… No."

"Oh? Boyfriend, then?" Viktor's eyes were twinkling with amusement, as if he knew the answer.

Yuuri's embarrassment was steadily growing with each second. "Er… No…"

"How about past lovers?"

"N-No comment!"

"Hm, okay," Viktor grinned, as if pleased with Yuuri's answers. "How 'bout we talk about me, then? Let's see, I remember that my first girlfriend – "

Yuuri flailed his arms. "Stop!" He pleaded, cheeks pink.

Viktor chuckled, a low, velvety sound that nearly got Yuuri to melt into a pile of goo. "If not that… Why don't we talk about… us."

Yuuri gulped.

"Yuuri," Viktor's face suddenly became serious, his hand grasping Yuuri's tightly. "What do you want me to be to you? A father figure? A brother? A friend?"

"Uh – " Well, to be honest that last option sounded quite nice but Yuuri couldn't help but hope for… more…

"A boyfriend, then? I'll try my best."

"Wait!" Yuuri sputtered, because while Viktor as his boyfriend sounded absolutely lovely, he only wanted Viktor to be someone that Yuuri knew was a true person and not some fake, lovey-dovey persona. "I only want you to be you, please."

Viktor's ocean blue eyes met Yuuri's own ginger-brown ones, and they locked with each other.

"I rather like that answer," Viktor muttered, his eyes becoming half-lidded and his voice lowering as he again kissed Yuuri's fingertips. "I like you very much, Yuuri."

Oh god; Yuuri could feel the heat creep up his neck at the sudden confession. "I… I like you to," he whispered back.

"How about we come to a conclusion, then – " Viktor leaned over the table, his face hovering over his. "I stay as myself… While we become lovers."

Yuuri's breath hitched. Was he serious? His heart was threatening to jump out of his chest due to its fast-paced palpitations. There were still so many unanswered questions – why him, a clumsy intern with no special quality? Was this too fast? How could Yuuri protect Viktor's reputation from being ripped to shreds because hello the world-famous actor Viktor Nikiforov was dating a nobody?

Yet he could only let one word spill from his lips, for everything else could wait. He wanted this. He wanted this so badly that his chest tightened and his heart raced.

"… yes."

Viktor's eyes softened, and drew himself even closer until their lips were mere centimeters apart. "Thank goodness. Because if you said no…"

Viktor's hand rose and grasped Yuuri's chin, his thumb swiping across his lower lip gently and slowly.

"I would have been heartbroken." Viktor whispered.

And then their lips met.

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I like that despite the kisses they've shared from before in the stairs, this is their first kiss as actual lovers.

And I know this is going slow. You guys have come here because of that rather dramatic summary, and I assure you, the drama will soon be piling on.

I'm also going to be putting a lot of Otayuri and Seung-gil with Phichit in, with maybe some other ships sprinkled here and there.

School's actually easier than last semester because I'm not hating it too much (what with ELA becoming somewhat enjoyable), so I should be able to post much more often and not with weird pauses in between chapters.

Thank you so much for reading, and do review, for they feed this starving author.

Until next time~