Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/12018903.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Yuri!!!_on_Ice_(Anime)
  Relationship:
      Victor_Nikiforov/Yuri_Plisetsky, Katsuki_Yuuri/Viktor_Nikiforov_
      (mentioned)
  Character:
      Yuri_Plisetsky, Victor_Nikiforov
  Additional Tags:
      Underage_-_Freeform, Mildly_Dubious_Consent, Viktor_with_a_K, Underage
      Sex, Barebacking, otayuri_(peripheral), Infidelity, Smut, Vikturio
  Series:
      Part 1 of fumbling_towards_ecstasy
  Collections:
      NSFW_Yurio_Week_-_Unanon
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-09-11 Words: 4035
****** Kiss the Flame ******
by annabeth
Summary
     Yuri really wants Otabek, but he's unsure if Otabek wants him back
     and, in his quest to be a good lay if he gets the chance, he
     propositions Viktor to show him what to do.
Notes
     Written for nsfwyurioweek on Tumblr, day 1, first times.
     Beta'd by Icicle and Ashii_Black.
     This was written under protest (sort of, ha) for both Icicle and
     Ashii because they pestered me. :P
     Title from Jewel.
See the end of the work for more notes
It's unnerving to be standing on Viktor's doorstep. Yuri had waited outside,
like a creeper, for Katsudon to get into his car and drive away. So he burns
inside with a restless energy, and summons his faux courage—possibly the only
person that knows all that bravado is an act is Beka—and rings the bell.
There's the sound of Makkachin barking, nails clicking on the hardwood floor,
and then the chain being undone, the door being unlatched, and then Viktor's
face peering at him from the doorway.
"Yurio?" He sounds confused; a mix of pleased surprise and suspicion. Yuri
supposes he deserves the suspicion, considering what he's got planned.
"Uh, hi," Yuri says, then wants to smack himself on the forehead. So much for a
projection of self-confidence. Yuri needs to be that door-to-door salesman that
always closes the deal for this to work. "Yeah. I wanna come in."
"What do you need?" Viktor asks, stepping back to allow him entry, also neatly
keeping Makkachin from darting outside with his foot. Yuri stomps inside,
trying not to show nervousness. Viktor would probably smell it on him like a
dog can scent fear.
Speaking of dogs, Makkachin bounds over and starts licking him. Yuri tolerates
it for a short bit, then pushes her away. He really prefers his cat, or any
cat, to a dog, but Viktor's always been a dog person, and Yuri can deal, even
if he doesn't like it. He's really grateful when she dashes off into the house,
after food maybe, or her toys. Yuri doesn't know and he doesn't care, as long
as she doesn't interrupt what he's got planned.
"I need you to fuck me," Yuri says, point blank as soon as the door is closed.
He's not shy, and he's not anxious. Fuck. Maybe he is, just a little bit
nervous.
"Pardon?" Viktor's platinum hair is covering one eye as usual, but the other
one is filled with incredulity. Ha, Yuri's surprised him. Viktor has always
subscribed to the idea that surprising people is what brings a person vitality.
What keeps them feeling alive.
Yuri doesn't wait; he just gets up in Viktor's personal space, hands on
Viktor's shoulders, and plasters his lips to Viktor's.
It's a little awkward, because Yuri is shorter than Viktor, and even en pointe
it's difficult to reach his mouth, but Yuri manages, even though he knocks them
both off balance with the force of the kiss. Viktor catches them, regaining his
equilibrium, but his mouth is frustratingly not softening towards Yuri. His
hands slide down under Viktor's lapels, and then Viktor pushes him back.
"Was that your first kiss?" he asks, which surprises Yuri. He was expecting
backlash, a chastisement, something other than just a casual-sounding question
about his experience.
Nevertheless, Yuri flushes, despite his desire to appear cool and unruffled, as
he lets go of Viktor and steps back. Was it that obvious?
"Of course not," he says dismissively. "I—"
"You're fifteen years old," Viktor breaks in, disrupting Yuri's carefully
orchestrated lies. "I hope that was your first kiss." He wraps his arms around
Yuri, pinning Yuri's hands to his sides, and nuzzles his face against the top
of Yuri's head.
"Vitya?"
"Here's what I'm gonna do," Viktor tells him. "I'll make you tea, and—"
"You're not gonna… uh…" but Yuri's starting to sound unsure of himself, so he
bites the rest of that sentence back. Viktor squeezes him a little tighter, as
if making up his mind about something.
"Why don't you tell me why you're really here," Viktor says, keeping his head
balanced on top of Yuri's. The truth is, Viktor and Katsudon are the only
people Yuri knows for sure are having gay sex, and he needs instruction. So he
gulps down the shards of his pride and tells Viktor this.
"I, well, I want to impress Otabek," he mutters. "I like him, Vitya, and before
I do… anything… I wanna not seem like an amateur."
Viktor releases him and stares into his eyes.
"So this isn't about me?" he asks, eyes twinkling. Yuri flushes even harder.
"Well, you know, a little," Yuri admits, trying to hide his face behind his
blond hair.
"I always thought you looked up to me more than you should," Viktor muses. "Did
you crush on me, cute little kitten that you were? Maybe, I daresay, you still
do?"
"God, Viktor, you're such a disgusting fucking sap! Maybe I did, once, but I
definitely don't anymore. No. I just don't want to seem like an idiot when I
try to… I mean, when I fuck Otabek."
"Are you sure he's amenable?" Viktor asks. "And you can be vulnerable, Yura,
you know."
"What would you know about that?" Yuri flares, then stomps over to the couch.
This isn't going the way he'd thought it would: namely, he'd march in here,
kiss Viktor senseless, then strip out of his clothes and Vitya would lose his,
then fuck him into the floor. No excess words, and no goddamn feelings.
"Yuuri," Viktor replies, as if that's all the answer he needs to give, and it
makes Yuri furious that he understands exactly what Viktor's saying even
without elaboration.
"Well, whatever! I'm sure Beka likes me." But he's not, actually, and that
thought terrifies him. What if Beka is straight? "And I want him to fuck me,
and I can't seem like I don't know what I'm doing."
He's terribly embarrassed about having to admit this, because he's a prodigy,
dammit. Being fifteen shouldn't be this goddamn difficult.
"All right," Viktor says. "Let's start with showing you how to kiss."
Yuri is vibrating with both anxiety and rage.
"It wasn't that bad!" he yells, and Viktor is suddenly towering over him,
looming, really, and his lips are on Yuri's again before Yuri can shout
anything else.
Oh.
This is definitely different. Before, Yuri's teeth practically sliced open his
own lips and his nose had bonked Viktor's. But letting Viktor lead isn't so
bad…
But Yuri quickly grows impatient, because at first, Viktor's just rubbing their
lips together, slowly, every so often increasing the pressure, but—
Yuri shoves Viktor back.
"When are you gonna kiss me for real, old man?" he demands. "Are you too
chicken to—"
"Yuri Plisetsky," Viktor says sternly, "are you going to trust me, or not?
Because we can do this my way, or we won't do it at all."
Yuri glowers, fuming. Fucking bastard.
"Fine." He clomps back over to Viktor, and allows him to embrace him again. And
again, the kiss is slow, chaste. It doesn't feel intimate at all. When does
Viktor get to the point of sticking his tongue down Yuri's throat? Yuri knows
that's how this is supposed to work. And it's not like he's gonna kiss Beka
like some… some child.
But, ever so gradually, it changes. It's still just a pressing of lips,
Viktor's warm and much softer than Yuri expected, and even though he's just
applying pressure, it starts to feel really good. Really good. Viktor gently
insinuates his leg between Yuri's thighs, and Yuri is almost embarrassed to
realize he's gotten a bit hard from what have to be the lamest kisses ever.
But as soon as Viktor ascertains this, he opens his mouth slightly over Yuri's
and licks at Yuri's bottom lip, an indecent tracing of the plumpness of it.
Finally, Yuri thinks, and gets with the program, opening his mouth and—
Viktor puts a hand on his chest.
"Slowly," he whispers against his mouth. "Be a tease about it, Yura, and he'll
be desperate for more."
So Yuri's tongue barely touches Viktor's, their lips parted but no contact
between them anymore except between their tongues. Then Viktor encloses his
mouth around Yuri's tongue, bringing them back together, and sucking Yuri's
tongue into his mouth.
Okay, maybe Viktor has a point; Yuri's getting harder by the second, and it
feels so fucking good, to have a boner and be able to press it against
something besides the heel of his own hand or the pillows on his bed. Viktor is
deliciously accommodating, allowing Yuri to grind against his thigh. Yuri can't
get enough; he's even somewhat distracted from the kiss until Viktor suddenly
closes his teeth gently over Yuri's lower lip and tugs it into his mouth,
sucking until Yuri can feel it swell with blood much like his dick is currently
doing.
Yuri gasps, moans, rubs against Viktor harder and tries all at once to get as
close as he can, like maybe he can climb inside Viktor if he tries. He tries to
remember that this is for Beka, to imagine what it might be like to touch and
kiss Beka like this, but suddenly his senses are swamped by Vitya and Yuri
can't hang onto anything else, just cling to Viktor's body and lose himself in
the kiss, all conscious thought abandoned.
Yuri's not even aware of it happening, but suddenly he's on his back on the
couch, with Viktor's dreamy eyes focused on him. Yuri remembers how much he
used to admire those eyes, how much he used to crush on that perfect bone
structure. Just like that, Beka's completely—if temporarily—forgotten.
He doesn't need any urging to unzip his hoodie, and as he pulls it open, Viktor
rucks his shirt up, hands wandering over Yuri's slender chest. He might be
small, and he might not be broad like Beka, but he's still plenty muscled, and
Viktor seems to appreciate that, tracing the lines of his abdomen. Yuri's
stomach flutters, outwardly, and inside, with nerves.
"Shh, relax, Yura," Vitya murmurs. "I'll stop if you ask me to, but it's normal
to be nervous about your first time."
He wants to deny that, to pretend he has more experience than his own hand,
that he's at the very least had someone touch his dick before, but… God. He's
such a child! What if Viktor is disappointed in him? What if Yuri… fuck. He was
doing this for Beka, and now he's even worried about what Viktor might think.
"Do you want to stop?" Viktor asks. "It's okay, kitten."
"No. I want to—go on. Fuck me, Vitya, so I know what it's like."
"I'm gonna take off your jeans now," Viktor says, and Yuri has the sudden shock
that this is becoming all too real. In his mind's eye, getting naked had seemed
almost academic, a mere speed bump on the way to the highway. But now Yuri's
feeling awfully young, because his dick is hard, and Viktor's hand—oh, God.
Viktor's thumbs brush over his denim clad erection and Yuri is almost ashamed
of the way his hips jerk towards that barely discernible touch.
"That's it, baby," Viktor whispers. "Let me touch you."
Yuri might have been naked in locker rooms a million times, but he's not quite
prepared for this. He almost puts his hand on Viktor's chest, to stop him,
before Viktor runs his thumb up the hard line of Yuri's arousal, just firmly
enough for Yuri to really feel it.
The room is getting warm, and he is all over saturated by scents, his nose
growing more keen, his lips tingling, his nerves waking up all over his body.
Every sense is heightened, from the mint of Viktor's breath, to the musky scent
of himself as he dampens his jeans.
Viktor inhales, and Yuri can see that he can smell him, too. He flicks open
Yuri's button on his jeans, and Yuri sucks in a breath. His chest feels heavy,
his head swimming, but it doesn't—it doesn't feel bad.
"Are you ready?" Vitya asks, kneeling on the couch and then dipping his head
down. He inhales again, deeply, and his eyes flutter shut just before his mouth
and nose are pressed against Yuri's lower abdomen and his aching cock. Viktor
blows on him, and even the heat suffusing him through the denim is almost too
much to bear.
"Get on with it," he growls breathlessly. He's gonna come if Viktor doesn't
quit it and just fuck him already.
"You might find it easier if you come first," Viktor murmurs. He mouths over
Yuri's erection, still breathing him in, and then lifts his head. His lips are
shining.
"No, I don't want to." Yuri pouts. "I just want your fucking dick in my ass,
got it?"
Viktor shrugs, and then he's quickly unzipping Yuri's jeans.
"If you don't wanna be more relaxed, that's fine," he says, "but I'm still
going to introduce you to this the right way."
All of a sudden Yuri has a flash of indignation, realization dawning.
"You did this for the katsudon too, didn't you?" he says accusingly. "You
fucked him, and you did it all slow and sweet, like… fuck. I don't want that,
Vitya. Don't treat me like a child!"
He can see it's on the tip of Viktor's tongue to tell Yuri he is a child, but
they both know that's not true. He may be only fifteen, but the world of
competitive figure skating has aged him in such a way that his maturity is
definitely beyond that. Even if he does have an anger problem.
So Yuri hurries him along by wiggling out of his jeans as fast as he can. He
sits up, discarding his tiger print hoodie and yanking his t-shirt over his
head.
"Get naked, old man," Yuri grumbles.
"Okay, maybe you're right," Viktor concedes. "I can see how the same methods
might not be best for different people." He gets up from the couch and, faster
than Yuri would have thought possible, loses all of his clothes, from his
trench coat to his socks. Yuri isn't even sure if Viktor was planning to go
somewhere, and Yuri interrupted, but not once has Viktor tried to stop him.
He wonders about that briefly, then discards the thought. It's not important.
Much more important is the fact that Viktor's not denying him anything.
Now, Yuri is sitting on the couch, wearing only his underwear, and Viktor's
devouring him with his eyes, like he's katsudon—the food, not his lover—and he
can't wait to dig in.
Well, that's what Yuri wanted, isn't it?
Viktor goes down on one knee and hooks his fingers in the elastic of Yuri's
underwear. He's a little overwhelmed right now, so his dick isn't as hard as it
was, but Viktor doesn't mention that. He doesn't do or say anything that might
feed into Yuri's insecurity, and Yuri's really not used to being the one with
anxiety—but apparently Viktor learned a thing or two from dealing with
Katsudon.
He unveils Yuri's cock slowly, and he's got his face close enough to it that
his breath washes over him in little puffs that make Yuri's dick stiffen again.
"Look at that," Viktor says, tiptoeing his finger along Yuri's length. "You
sure this isn't about me, kitten? You seem to find it pretty easy to get hard
for me."
"That's natural," Yuri scoffs. "It's just because you're fucking breathing on
me. Stop treating me like you would that fat pig."
"Hmm," Viktor says, just barely touching his lips to Yuri's shaft and humming
slightly. Yuri jumps; he didn't expect that to feel the way it does. "I think
I'd like you to come for me after all, baby. Prove you're really ready to play
grown-up games."
"Fuck, Vitya," Yuri says, leaning his head back on the couch. "I don't look up
to you anymore, you asshole. I'm not some stupid wide-eyed brat anymore."
"Still a brat," Viktor says, tapping the tip of his tongue against Yuri's dick
over and over between words. "And you wouldn't be here if you didn't look up to
me."
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Yuri grates out. He wants to pull
away, to give up on this farce since Viktor's treating it like a joke, and just
worry about fucking Beka on his own. He could always scour the internet some
more.
That would less annoying than Viktor's damn mouth when—holy shit.
Yeah, Viktor interrupts his musings by neatly taking his length into his mouth
and probably halfway down his throat. Yuri's hips stutter and buck and Viktor
shoves him back down, leisurely licking and tasting and sucking.
He swallows around the head of Yuri's cock and the feeling—it's just too much,
all at once. Yuri gasps incoherently and floods Viktor's mouth with his come.
Viktor gulps it down, then slips off his dick, rubbing at swollen, ruddy lips.
"I think you're ready now," he says, giving Yuri a smug, sparkling smile. That
goddamn expression he makes for Katsudon so often and… fuck. Yuri wants to feel
special, dammit.
"Stop looking at me like you do at that pig," Yuri growls. "That stupid soppy
expression."
"Aw," Viktor murmurs, idly stroking Yuri's cock. It almost hurts, but at the
same time, he's already starting to feel the burn of arousal creeping back in.
"Does the kitten want scritches instead of cuddles?"
"God! Why does everybody call me that? I'm no fucking cat. I'm a goddamn tiger
and I'm gonna rip your throat out if you keep up that nonsense."
"Get on your knees in front of the couch," Viktor says. "Rest your head on your
arms. I'll be right back. Wait." Viktor rummages underneath the cushions by
Yuri's ass, triumphantly producing a bottle of lube.
"Oh, gross, you've fucked Katsudon on this couch, haven't you?" Yuri grimaces
and readjusts so that he's in the position Viktor directed, his ass feeling
very… bare.
"Maybe we did, maybe I just like to be prepared," Viktor says cryptically.
There's a hand on his ass, and Yuri shivers; Viktor's hand is big enough to
almost completely cover his ass. Fuck, he didn't… he was so distracted by his
own worry that he forgot to scope out Viktor's goods, see just how much he
would be taking. Now it's going to be a surprise—and hopefully not a painful
one.
"You know, Yura," Viktor says conversationally, as he begins to rub lube up and
down the cleft of his ass, swirling it around his apprehensive rim, "I've
always thought it was cute, your staggering crush on me. Maybe I've just been
hoping for this to happen."
"Like I would've ever expected you to actually fuck me," Yuri admits, trying to
inject anger into it. It comes back as an echo in his ears of vulnerability and
lack of self-worth. He hates himself in that moment, so he shoves backwards,
and Viktor, who had the tip of a finger prying him open so gently, makes a
startled noise as his finger dips inside and Yuri makes his own shocked noise
when it's inside.
Fuck. That feels… weird. Like what's going in is what should be coming out, or
something like that.
"Okay?" Viktor asks, rubbing at his ass cheek as he penetrates him deeper with
his finger. "You like that, kitty cat?"
When Viktor withdraws it a little, Yuri's body shakes involuntarily. It really
feels odd, having something going into a place where… well. But then Viktor's
got two fingers breaching him, slightly separated from each other, and he curls
one of them up and inward, so deep Yuri sees stars.
And then the stars burst like supernovas and Yuri decides that, yes, this is
something he'd like to experience more of.
"Get to the fucking point," Yuri snarls, and Viktor smacks his ass lightly.
"So impatient and so rude," he says. "Aren't I doing you a favor? Not only am I
helping you out, but you get to fuck your idol. Seems like you owe me!"
"I don't owe you anything until you actually put your dick up my ass," Yuri
bites out.
"So crude, too," Viktor says easily. Then he leans over Yuri, pressing his
damp, sweaty chest to Yuri's damp, sweaty back, and works his fingers in and
out steadily as he begins to suck little bruises into the skin at the nape of
Yuri's neck, and lower; he follows the knobs of his vertebra and Yuri thinks
rather hysterically that he's going to be all marked up the next time he
changes for practice.
"Don't fucking bite me, asshole," Yuri swears, impatient and done with just his
fingers. "People will ask questions."
"Calm down," Viktor soothes, licking the most recent bite. "I'll help you cover
them with concealer tomorrow; it's fine."
And then, with absolutely no warning, Viktor's mouth is gone from his spine and
his cock is splitting Yuri open.
"Fuck!" Yuri screams, feeling wrecked and impaled. Viktor is huge!
"Breathe," Viktor murmurs against his ear. "Breathe in, then let it out, and
relax. It's not so bad; I bet Otabek is bigger than I am. You want to be able
to take it, don't you?"
Well, fuck, when he puts it that way, Yuri thinks frantically, nodding. He
follows Viktor's instructions and it starts to feel like less, not so much of
an overpowering intrusion.
"You see? God, you're squeezing me so tight, kitten," Viktor mumbles.
"I'm—ah—about halfway there. You're doing great."
Fuck, only halfway? He really hopes Beka is not bigger than Viktor, or he might
die. This is excruciating.
Though that's more the anticipation than actual pain—it doesn't really hurt,
despite the fact that this is much more than Yuri thought it would feel like.
"Okay, sweetheart," Viktor says, and Yuri can feel the instant that Viktor
pulls back on his hips and his ass meets Viktor's pelvis, that last inch
disappearing into him.
"Don't fucking call me tha—AH!" Yuri shrieks, but it's because Viktor has
moved, and the head of his cock just brushed something deep inside that makes
Yuri quiver and start to fall apart.
"Oh, you won't last," Viktor says, as if he's really sorry about it. "That's
okay. Grind against the couch, kitty, until you come for me again."
Yuri isn't intending to just take orders, but as Viktor starts to ruthlessly
slam into him again and again, his cock, hard again, is forced against the side
of the couch, and the stimulation takes him all… the… way… there.
"Oh!" Viktor cries, a sound full of pleasure and wonder, as Yuri can feel
himself clenching around Viktor's dick as he climaxes, spraying Viktor's couch
with his come. Wonder what the Katsudon will think about that?
Yuri collapses, exhausted, as Viktor pounds him, note for note, grunting and
gasping and basically using his ass as nothing more than a receptacle now for
when he finally comes.
Then Viktor pulls out with even less preamble than he pushed in, pats Yuri on
the ass, and says,
"Time for you to get dressed."
"You've got to be kidding me," Yuri says, muffled by couch cushions.
"You got what you wanted, didn't you?" Viktor sounds smug.
"But… I thought—"
"You didn't want softness," Viktor reminds him. "Not like Yuuri, remember?"
"Fine, old man," Yuri says, rolling over and making his limbs work one by one
until he can stand up. Come dribbles out of his ass, gross.
"Make sure you tell Beka I said hi!" Viktor says cheerfully ten minutes later,
when Yuri is redressed and walking down the front pathway.
Ugh. What an idiot.
Yuri's phone rings just as he reaches the street. It's Beka. He answers it with
a huge smile, even though it's a regular call and he's still got come oozing
out of his ass.
"Hi!"
"So tell me," Beka says on the other end, "is the surprise another tea date?"
"Depends," Yuri says, smile widening even more. "Is it actually a 'date'?"
"Will this be your first romantic date if I say yes?" Beka asks teasingly.
"It would be," Yuri admits, trying to hide his blush even though Beka can't see
him. Is Beka flirting with him? He often gets that impression, but he's afraid
to ask, to give Beka even a glimpse of the size of his crush.
"Then yes, Yura. I've been waiting for so long to ask you out."
Then it was all worth it, Yuri thinks, as he chats with Beka the rest of the
way home.
                                     end.
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