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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Yuri!!!_on_Ice_(Anime)
  Relationship:
      Katsuki_Yuuri/Victor_Nikiforov, Katsuki_Yuuri/Victor_Nikiforov/Yuri
      Plisetsky, Katsuki_Yuuri/Yuri_Plisetsky, Victor_Nikiforov/Yuri_Plisetsky
  Character:
      Victor_Nikiforov, Yuri_Plisetsky, Katsuki_Yuuri
  Additional Tags:
      Threesome_-_M/M/M, Threesome, victuurio, Voyeurism, Polyamory,
      Polyamorous_Character, Teen_Romance, High_School, Daddy_Kink, Bottom
      Victor_Nikiforov, Top_Yuri_Plisetsky, Top_Katsuki_Yuuri, Victuuriyu,
      Slice_of_Life, Domestic_Fluff, Exhibitionism, Romance
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-08-02 Updated: 2017-08-07 Chapters: 4/? Words: 7791
****** Stolen Hearts ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Teens often struggle with their sexuality as they come to physical
     maturity. Most might have to worry about whether or not a girl will
     return a text. Yuri's sexual maturity, however, was totally unique.
     Most teens didn't have to worry about being in love with two men at
     the same time.
Notes
     Fabulous readers,
     Dear Lord, I am so sorry that I posted my rough draft last night. I
     thought it was fine until something told me to edit it this morning.
     I am so embarrassed! Holy shit. I made some corrections and helped
     with the flow of the chapter a little more.
     Note to self: don't post stories after taking allergy medicine.
***** Chapter 1 *****
"Mother, I told you not to worry. I'll be alright. Besides, it's not like you
have anything to worry about anyway. I've lived with my coaches before," Yuri
Plisetsky was saying as he stood in the airport with his backpack and carry on
strapped across his chest. His mother was presently fussing like she suddenly
gave a shit about him as person rather than a necessity for her lifestyle. Her
fussing did not make him mad, but sad as he stood there and looked around
awkwardly while she made a show in the airport lobby.
She was pushing his bangs out of his face and straightening up his leopard
print jacket while she pretend to look so worried. Yuri's grandfather stood
just behind her, looking just about as unamused over the ordeal as Yuri
himself.
Nikolai had his arms crossed and his eyes rolled elsewhere while Yuri's mother
spoke, using a childish dialect as she sometimes did when she forgot how old he
was. "Yes, but you were always here in Russia; and now you're running off out
of country where I won't be able to get to you fast enough if you need me." She
sniffed and patted delicately at he perfectly made up face. She never liked
ruining her make up for anything. She smiled sadly as she pinched his cheeks.
"But my boy is growing up; I can't keep you in the nest forever. Just promise
me you'll be responsible."
"Mother," Yuri groaned. "I'm just going to London. It's not that far. You can
visit me if you feel like you need to bother me. You know you can always call
me too, not that you will because you never do," he mumbled as he tore his
cheeks away from her affectionate pinches.
He looked to his grandfather for help, but the older gentleman offered none due
in part because he respected his daughter's motherly right to her own son. She
may not have been the best mother on the planet, but there were times where she
did try. And for that Nikolai did his daughter some respect; she was, after
all, still his blood and he loved her just as much as he loved little Yuri.
"I just worry. You're going to go live with those two men. They're gay for each
other aren't they? Homosexuality is disgusting. I don't want it to rub off on
you or to influence you at all. It's not right. You're lucky I'm a cool mom or
I wouldn't let you go at all. I'd insist that you'd stay with Yakov and Lilia.
They were doing right by you."
"You know, it really should be with you that I live with, so I don't think you
have much of a right to talk about it. You keep passing me off like I'm sort of
street rat," Yuri muttered as he stepped further away from her. "So what's the
difference now? At least let me chose who I want this time around and just pass
the baton like you keep doing when it comes to parental responsibility. As long
as I make the money, right?" he said as he gave her an unamused look. She and
him had shared these same words before. It was becoming a familiar dance that
they were both very good at.
"That's not fair," she chimed as she folded her hands across her chest and
adjusted her purse strap.
"Yeah, and it's not fair that I'm the head of the family as a 16 year old
either," he said with a roll of his eyes. "Look, you make goodbyes annoying.
Just kiss me and get it over with," he said as he turned his face so she could
give him a kiss on the cheek.
"You brat of mine. You be careful, okay?" she said as she pushed her lips
against his cheek and pushed extra hard so she was sure to leave a print of her
bright red lipstick on his pale skin. To that Yuri made a groaning sound as she
pulled away and allowed for his grandfather to give him a hug and kiss goodbye
next.
"Be good, Grandson. We'll see you before you know it," he said as he gave him a
gentle smile and rubbed his shoulder. He licked his thick thumb and rubbed it
on Yuri's cheek roughly, smearing off the print of his mother's kiss after a
few harsh movements.
Yuri looked down and sniffed a little. "Yeah okay, Papa. I'll miss you," he
mumbled. "I love you. Take care of the shop, okay?"
"Of course. Have a safe flight. Here I made you some snacks for the trip," he
said as he gave Yuri a goodie bag of his favorite treats. "And I put some
snacks in your bag for you to share with Victor and Yuuri when you get to
London. You be sure and be on your best behavior for them."
"Yes, Papa," he said with a smile. "I'll make you proud."
"You always do."
That was the hardest part about saying goodbye. It was seeing his grandfather
put on a brave face like he wasn't sad to see his boy have to go away again for
months at a time without getting to see him.
This time would be a first that Yuri would be so far for so long. He tried as
hard as he could to not make it a big deal, but moving in with Yuuri and Victor
permanently during skating season was actually a big change for his family. He
just didn't want them to worry about it. He was getting old enough to start
being on his own anyway. Soon it wouldn't matter.
It took some coaxing, but eventually he was able to get both his mother and
grandfather to see eye to eye on the matter: that moving in with Victor and
Yuuri was in his best interest for his skating career. The arrangements were
made after what felt like forever and now Yuri was more or less able to live a
little more freely.
After the Grand Prix in December, Yuri spend some time back at home with his
Mother for the holidays. He only had about a month or so before he would need
start up with the next season, so he spent all of his free time trying to make
arrangements for himself to have a foothold in London where Yuuri and Victor
would be. In other words he had to go into child nagging mode. He nagged, and
nagged, and threw the most ungodly fits until his mother at last listened to
him and began to entertain the idea.
He wasn't proud, but he got what he wanted. Now he was standing in Heathrow
airport after a grueling afternoon of being cooped up. It was only about a 6
hour ordeal in total, but Yuri felt exhausted and angry by the time he grabbed
for his luggage and hoisted it off of the ramp.
Quickly he looked at his phone and made the announcement that he was there to
Yuuri's chat bubble, texting in a quick message before he pocketed his phone
again. He wondered what sort of things they had in store for him. What his
practices would be like with Victor.
He wanted to do some sightseeing before they got serious; doing something all
together with them would be nice. He smiled, remembering what it was like to go
on stupid little excursions with them in the past.
Yuri really was tired; the other two could see it on his face as they hugged
him and wished him warm welcomes. It was early evening when at last the three
arrived at their vehicle in the parking lot. Yuuri and Victor were talking
about options for dinner while the teen paid no attention and instead crawled
into the backseat and curled up into a little ball, breathing deep the smell of
fresh air from the open window. That recycled air in airplanes always made him
sick.
He stopped his daydreaming when he registered that the two had paused in their
conversation to get his input. "Huh?"
"Where would you like to go for dinner?" Yuuri repeated. He was twisted around
in the driver's seat and giving Yuri a charming smile, one that made the teen's
cheeks grow warm.
"Can I just opt to have you make me something… Please?" he asked as he quickly
looked away out the window again.
"Hmm?" Yuuri coaxed.
"Katsudon. Please," he requested which instead sounded more like a demand.
"Is that really what you'd like? You're sure you don't want to go out somewhere
special?" Victor came next with his questioning.
"I haven't seen you guys in a while. I just want to hang out without having to
be bothered by a waitress or anything. Besides; I always get sick when I have
to fly; I'd rather have a home cooked meal."
Yuuri laughed; his voice filling the car and sounding a lot like music to
Yuri's ears. "Katsudon it is. But I'll have to warn you that mine isn't as good
as my mom's."
"I'm sure it'll be just fine," Yuri muttered as he buckled up his seat belt and
pulled his knees to his chest.
He wasn't really listening to Yuuri and Victor while they sat later that night
at their dining room table. He had his chin in his hand and his elbow propped
up on the table as he looked down at his finished plate with a tired
expression. He was full and satisfied which only enhanced his exhaustion to
near catastrophic levels.
From across to him, Yuuri and Victor talked in low voices and occasionally
exchanged gentle touches. They had become really comfortable with each other it
seemed. Yuri had been picking up on that all night. They would exchange
endearing looks and touch each other in intimate ways, a hand on the waist as
one passed by, or a graze of the cheek when the other said something amusing.
It was nice to watch, but also frustrating for the teen. He knew he was getting
himself into trouble by insisting that he live with them.
It was good that they were able to have that happiness; and he really was happy
for them even if he was envious. He understood why it was that they opted not
to live either in Japan or Russia. It really was because they were gay for
eachother. It was no longer just a rumor, not to Yuri anyway. He had always
known; and secretly he had always been just a little bit jealous of it. He
liked seeing them be gently intimate with each other.
"You guys seem happy," he noted as he watched Victor's hand fall atop of
Yuuri's. "With each other I mean. Are you finally lovers now? Or…" he trailed
off. That was probably way too intrusive.
"Yes," Victor said. "I suppose it's fair for you to know. I wasn't going to go
on to tell your mother anything like that while we were negotiating. I hope
it's alright with you."
Yuri shrugged. "Nah, I figure that's how it would be. Good for you guys. I
don't mind gay people so it doesn't bother me," he said slowly. No, he didn't
hate gay people at all; there was too much there for him to relate to. He was
fairly sure that he himself was gay. It just made sense to him anyhow. Wouldn't
be any time soon that he would go talking about that, though.
The two across from him gave him an odd look, each male cocking his head to the
side curiously. "It's so unusual to see you be so complacent and calm," Yuuri
chuckled lightly.
"I can start acting like a dick if that would make you feel more at home with
me?" Yuri warned as he gave the other a stupid look.
"I just remember the last time you came visiting us back in Japan you spent
most of the time being intrusive, loud, and demanding."
"I was mad, okay?' Yuri snorted.
"So this is how you are when you're not mad," Victor teased with a wink.
"I'm always mad," the teen replied curtly. Of course that wasn't true. He
groaned and put his fork down. "I'm tired. May I be excused to go to my-" Yuri
stopped himself short, catching himself talking like he would with Yakov and
Lilia. He promptly shut his lips tight as the other two at the table bent down
a little in their chairs and hid their snickers from him.
"Of course you may be excused," Victor was saying through his hand as he tried
as hard as he could to keep his laugh from belting out.
What could he do but hold onto his dignity? "T-thanks," Yuri replied like he
had meant to formal. He pushed away from the table abruptly, making a loud
clatter as he did so and trotted off to his room with haist. That was fucking
embarrassing. Was this how it was going to be from here on out? He shut his
eyes while he rubbed his shoulder up against the wall of the hallway, using it
to keep him stable while he walked to what would now be his room.
He sighed as he passed the washroom then paused just outside of Victor and
Yuuri's door. He pushed on it with his fingertips and peered inside, allowing
the light from the hallway to spill inside of the room through the crack. He
craned his neck to steal a glimpse into that private world of theirs.
Their bed was spacious while their room was minimalistic in decor. Yuri licked
his lips and shifted his weight from foot to foot uncomfortably. Cautiously he
looked back down to the mouth of the hallway to insure that no one had been
standing there before he pushed the door open a little more and breathed in the
sent of the room, the scent of their lotions, sleep, linen, wanting ever so
much to be let in on that personal, intimate world of theirs.
When he began to realize that the two had begun to develop a relationship with
each other, it was only a matter of time before Yuri himself began to think
about them in strange ways.
At first it started out as though it were just mere innocent curiosity. As he
recalled; he only had begun to think about it after having dreamt of them
together one night. He kept entertaining the image of them, and soon began to
fantasize about them when he was alone in his bed at night. He had no idea that
it would evolve into the monster that it had become. It seemed as though he
were just a victim to his own thoughts and hormones. Like at that point he had
no control.
Just look what he had done; he had manipulated his circumstances until at last
he was able to be there, be where he wanted, wedged in Victor and Yuuri's life.
Would he be a burden to them? Or was he just burdening himself by doing this?
Now what?
He shivered as he closed the door again. He still couldn't understand it
himself; he knew that he was completely fucked up. He had an obsession with
Yuuri in Victor; it had become a fetish for him; he wanted them, wanted to be
let in on their world. But just how could he get there?
***** Chapter 2 *****
In the still and the quiet of the room, Yuri lay wide awake in his new bed. He
had dressed down into his pajamas and rested there uncovered, flat on his back
with his arms limp across his torso. It was easy to excuse himself for the
evening. He had, after all, just spent the majority of the day traveling. There
was some jet lag to have to suffer with between London and Moscow.
It wasn't because he was tired that had him in bed so early in the evening,
though, but because his mind was still so foggy and distant from reality. He
was there in London now, feeling like it could be home for him with Yuuri and
Victor. He hated that they gave him such a comforting sense of security. When
had they become so important to him?
When had he fallen in love with them?
How did it go again?
Let's see: he had always admired Victor-that was unfortunately and painfully
obvious to anyone who knew him. And he had begun to see something in Yuuri that
spring he had spent in Japan. He had enjoyed his time with Yuuri's family. They
made him feel like he had a home there with them. It wasn't until he had tasted
the lonely life again in Russia with Lilia and Yakov that he truly began to
miss Yuuri and Victor. He loved how funny they were, how bright, how seemingly
careless.
Winning couldn't be everything for him if it meant being stuck in a lonely
life. His hard work did make the victory all the more sweeter, but he needed
something different. He would figure something else out now: how to balance out
his competitive nature and his need to feel whole.
"Bleh," he grunted audibly as he brought his hands to his face.
Eventually Yuri managed to close his eyes, laying there blanket beneath him,
the chill of the air upon his skin, the smell of the room in nose.
He sighed as he listened to the others in the house. It sounded like they were
getting ready to go to bed. Yuri froze; it sounded like they were rustling as
they walked passed his room. It sounded like they were kissing, humming to one
another, gently laughing before Yuri heard the soft click of their door close.
Instantly, Yuri sat up in his bed, cheeks flushed and belly warm. This was
going to be what he would have to deal with from now on right? They were two
fully grown men in a relationship with one another. Of course they would have
sex at night sometimes... Or all the time; he didn't know. They probably
thought he was asleep by then. He had been laying in his room for a while
without making any sound to indicate that he could be awake.
Shit; he couldn't just sit there and think about it. What if he heard them? Did
they moan? Scream? Were they wild? He couldn't even begin to imagine!
Quickly Yuri tore through his open bag on the floor and snatched for his
headphones, jamming them into his ears and searching for the comfort of his
music on his phone. He wasn't emotionally ready to sit there and psych himself
out like that. Dear God, no! And he was hard just sitting there thinking about
it too.
He was in love with two people at the same time and that wasn't normal. He
wasn't normal.
With trembling fingers, Yuri pulled his hands down to the bulge in his
sweatpants, grazing over the bump tenderly and wincing with pleasure as he
closed his eyes, licking his lips while he sat there contemplating whether or
not it was okay. What would be the difference from the other times he had
touched himself while thinking of Yuuri and Victor?
The difference was that he was now so close to them. It wasn't just his
imagination anymore.
Eventually Yuri opted to tear his headphones from his ears so that he could
toss his head back and listen in the dark of his room, waiting to hear
something… Anything! He gritted his teeth as he began to visualize it, their
lips kissing upon each other. Their hands slowly touching one another,
undressing each other.
Yuri had to bite his tongue to withhold his moan. He paused to listen and yet
still he heard nothing come from the room across the hall. Maybe if he were
sharing a wall with them he'd be able to hear. He shivered as he pushed his
legs together awkwardly, hoping to halt his need for pleasure.
Then he heard it--just a faint, muffled moan. A whisper of a name. "Oh, Yuuri."
The teen froze in his bed, heart pounding in his ears, eyes opened wide. He
held his breath, hoping to hear more, needing it so he could see it better in
his mind's eye.
"F-fuck," he whispered to himself as he pushed his hand past his waistband. He
held onto his gasp and desire to cuss again, instead focusing all of his energy
into to conjure an image of the two.
This was stupid; he was stupid.
He bit his lip with such anger and disgust for himself, chewing hard into his
tender flesh as punishment for his sick-minded thoughts.
Oh what would it taste like to say their names out loud in the heat of an
orgasm? Yuri jerked himself hard as his toes curled and his cock pulsed in his
hand.
"Ah, Yuuri!" came another moan from the room, louder this time, followed by a
loud "Shhh!"
At the sound of that, Yuri gave out a quiet moan of his own as he jerked harder
and brought himself to his vile climax. He stopped dead and listened, afraid
that the other two had heard him cry out. He wasn't too loud was he?
"Shit," he hissed to himself as he rolled his cum between his fingers after
retracting his hands out of his pants. Bathroom. He fidgeted uncomfortably,
wiggling himself out of bed and cautiously padding over to the door, moving so
he wouldn't disrupt the two if they were still...at it. He gulped as he popped
his head out of his door and gave a quick look around to ensure that the coast
was clear.
He made a determined face and nearly bolted towards the bathroom door.
Incidentally, the bathroom was closer to Victor and Yuuri's room, that place
that was starting to feel like a forbidden realm to him.
He didn't want to hear them. In fact he wanted to pretend that none of that had
just happened so he hummed stupidly to himself as he washed his hands, thinking
he could simply eradicate his wretched thoughts from his mind entirely if he
just tried hard enough.
At some point he had to turn the faucet off and did so reluctantly when he had
enough bravery to face the awkward bound back into his room.
He emerged from the bathroom, easing his body out into the hallway slowly, half
hoping to hear something and nothing at the same time.
There came another whisper of a name, this time it was Yuuri moaning to Victor.
He could tell by the higher octave sound of the voice. He prowled ever closer
to Yuri and Victor's room, unable to stop his curiosity from taking control.
He was the cat that would surely be killed.
He held his breath and leaned a little closer to the closed door, listening for
the sound of movement, the creek of a bed, the whimper of a voice, listening
for anything.
Yuri's whole body tingled when he heard another soft moan in reply to the
first. Gently he closed his eyes and touched his fingers upon the wood, leaning
forward and putting his forehead against the cool surface.
His breath hitched before he retracted his touch and moved to slink away back
into his own bedroom.
He was tired, but he would be unable to sleep for the rest of the night he was
sure.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Eventually-in the wee tender hours of the morning-Yuri grew tired of lying
restlessly in bed. He had drifted in and out of sleep uneasily for what felt
like the last eternity.
With a groan he sat up and stared down blankly. He snatched for his phone and
compelled his mind to work right as he tried to finger in his pin number. That
early in the morning was always hard for him; it was like his brain forgot how
to function and his fingers were stubbornly insisting that he did not know how
to use them correctly. He blinked stupidly as he registered that it was 6 in
the morning. Maybe he had gotten a little more sleep than he originally
thought, though he wasn't too sure if that was a good or bad thing.
He snapped the charging cord from his phone and let it fall limp to the side of
his bed before he swung his body round so that he could slither off of his
sheets, groaning as he went along and emerged from his room like the dead come
back to life.
Believe it or not he was trying to be quiet though nobody would know it as they
listened to him rummage about in the kitchen. He just didn't know where
anything was in addition to being tired as fuck. He wasn't trying to be rude
for once. He was just hungry. He wanted food, a bowl of something into which he
could drown his stupid teenage sorrows. Oatmeal or some shit like that. He
grumbled eventually when he could not find anything and began to rummage about
in the fruit bowl instead, opting for a banana and some nutella spread.
He grabbed for a knife and sat himself quietly at the dining room table. He
peeled back the skin of the banana, slowly tearing its spotted brown flesh with
an excruciating steady pace. He didn't really like bananas, but there he was,
knowing of nothing else that he could eat quickly. Yuuri and Victor would have
to take him grocery shopping so he could get some food in the house that he
liked.
Strange; this was now his home, and yet he didn't want to go helping himself to
everything in the kitchen. He wasn't about to go making himself overly
comfortable yet, like he was undergoing a trial period or something. He
wondered when that feeling would subside as he sat there and jabbed his knife
into the nut spread and spooned it onto the yellow meat of the banana.
Mmm, at least the nutella made the banana taste less terrible. He munched
quietly as he gently swung his free leg back and forth off of the edge of the
seat and looked around the living area and dining room of the apartment. It was
a nice enough place, nothing lavish or grand like he would expect Victor to
have. It was really small, but then again Yuri supposed that a lot of the
places in London were small.
He stiffened as he heard Yuuri and Victor's door open and a body emerge from
the dark depths. Cautiously, Yuri craned his neck so that he could glance down
the hallway and watch Victor as the man came shuffling out, half dressed and
half asleep.
"Mm, good morning," Victor hummed in his native tongue while Yuri replied with
a casual morning salutation of his own.
The teen had a look on his face that crossed somewhere along the lines of
embarrassment and arousal as he drank in the sight of post morning-wood Victor.
The man was wearing a loose shirt and nothing else but a pair of tight boxer
briefs that were blank in color. It was the kind that clung to every crevice of
a man's muscles so that it outlined his naked body underneath. Yuri could
clearly depict the look and shape of Victor's sex. He could see the sculpt of
his muscles in his legs, thighs, and ass, see his creamy pale skin complexion
in contrast to the harsh black fabric of his boxers. He looked really hot.
Victor directed his body towards Yuri from where he stood behind the breakfast
bar in the kitchen and gave him a smile. "So, what would you like to do today?
I was thinking that we might take a day or two to do some fun things before we
get into the nitty gritty of our season. It is the weekend so it's perfect
timing."
Jesus. Yuri closed his eyes and shoved more of his banana into his mouth, this
time not bothering to mask the starchy taste with the sweet of the nutella.
"Hmmff," he said in reply.
"Ah, yes. My thoughts exactly," Victor chuckled as he put the kettle on the
stove and ignited the gas with a sharp click.
Yuri gulped down his food with a thick, uncomfortable swallow and chose to
stare down at the table rather than looking at Victor. "Uh, I don't know. I
guess there's some things I've always wanted to do here," he said as he began
to wiggle his leg back and forth.
"Like?" Victor probed as he grabbed for an apple and bit into it.
Yuri grabbed for his phone and began furiously typing something, giving Victor
a gesture indicating that he wanted him to wait a moment. "There's, um, a
Sherlock museum, like a real replica of what his house looked like from the
books and stuff," he began. "And there's this cafe, uh, that's in this new show
that I like."
"Show?"
"Yeah? They remade Sherlock into this cool modern crime show. What? Do you live
under a rock or something?"
"I suppose I do. I'm always too busy. Leave it to a teenager to know his
television and pop culture," Victor said with a wink. Yuri flushed; he did not
want his youth to be brought to his attention. He chose to bite again into his
banana with a vicious movement.
"So you want to have a Sherlock themed day?" Victor continued with a low
chuckle. "Okay, we can do that. I think that will be fun. Kind of a different
change of pace," he said as he gave Yuri a soft smile. "Anything else? Today is
all about you. We are so happy to have you here, so it's kind of whatever you
want, ha."
Kiss me?
Make love to me?
Fuck being a tourist, I just want to spend the day naked with you and Yuuri.
Yuri couldn't fucking say that. Instead he cupped his chin with his hand and
propped himself against the table on his elbow. He shrugged. "I don't really
like museums much. Oh! Isn't there this cafe made of bones or something?"
"I think so? I think it's by Trafalgar Square? Like a cafe in a crypt."
"Yeah! I want to go there. And I want to see those lion statues in the square
too! That's where they are, right? In Trafalgar? I want to take pictures with
them," he said as he began to visualize how his day would go with a youthful
look of glee in his eye.
"Ha, alright. That one is easy. Trafalgar isn't far from here. We can walk and
then take the underground for anywhere else we might want to go. Spare Yuuri
from having to drive."
"What, you can't drive or something?" Yuri said as he raised an eyebrow.
"I can; I just hate it. So I never do. It always gives me anxiety."
"So what , Yuuri is like your personal chauffeur or something?" Yuri snorted.
"You could say something like that," Yuuri interjected as he too came from the
hallway and bumbled into the kitchen. "Why are we all awake so early?" he
muttered as he grabbed for the kettle just as it was about to whistle and began
rummaging through a cabinet for two mugs. "Among my many other talents. I'm
good for other things too, not much, but some," Yuuri laughed to himself.
Although he meant what he was saying as a light joke, Yuri took it in a totally
opposite direction and instead conjured another image of what last night could
have been like between those two.
Yuuri caught sight of his flustered expression and gave him a curious one in
return. "Did you sleep alright last night?" he asked a little uneasily. "We,
uh, didn't wake you when we went to be or anything did we?"
Oh fuck; was he really asking that? What was Yuri supposed to say? "N-no. I-
I mean, uh, you guys were quiet when you went to bed. I was already awake so
you couldn't have woken me up you see," he stopped suddenly, wanting to insert
his foot into his mouth. He had just clearly stated that he was awake at the
time that they were having sex and all three of them knew it.
Yuri tugged on a loose strand of his hair, wanting to unpin all of it from its
bind and use it to hide his face.
"Oh," Yuuri replied. "Well-" he cleared his throat.
"It's not a big deal," Yuri blurted out though he really didn't need to defend
himself. It's not like they knew that it really was a big deal for him. He
could have just let the elephant lay in the room silently, but instead he chose
to dig himself deeper in his muddy grave with it. "Like, yeah, so what? You
guys were having sex and I heard it. It's not a problem. I totally understand;
this is your house and stuff. So don't worry about whether or not stuff like
that will upset me," he said as he began to scramble over his words. He made a
variety of gestures in the air, ranting like a madman.
He halted and slowed his speech. "I just meant to say that everyone likes sex.
I would moan loudly too, you know, if I had a partner. And you guys are
entitled to enjoy yourselves here in your own house. So if you like moaning or
screaming or whatever, don't feel like you have to hold back on my account."
"Wow, that's really mature of you, Yurio," Yuuri said as he blinked dumbly a
few times. "I can't say I would have been like that when I was your age."
Abruptly Yuri stood, his face and ears were really hot. When did it get so hot?
"Seriously, don't look too deeply into it. Forget we ever had this conversation
if you need to….. I need to go shower. Jesus. I've been here one day and we're
already talking about weird thing," he said as he slapped his hand against his
face.
"Is it weird that you guys had sex my first night here? Am I being weird for
thinking that? Like?..." He promptly shut his mouth again. Yep that hole was
pretty deep and good looking now. "I'm going to go shower," he announced again
as he promptly walked out of the room without another word.
***** Chapter 4 *****
Hahaha, so fucking stupid! Yuri had his hands cemented to his phone and his
sunglasses on while he followed behind Yuuri and Victor later that morning. He
kept going over the exchange from before again and again like it was going to
help him in some mysterious way.
What was he thinking? God, he was so stupid!
Every time he thought back he got this knot in his stomach and it made him
physically ill. The suffering he was putting himself through was making him
increasingly irritable that morning as they walked to Trafalgar. The other two
just assumed it was his normal demeanor and payed no mind to it. It was how he
usually acted after all.
"Oi, I thought you said that we lived close by?" Yuri shouted forward towards
the other two.
"We do; we're almost there. Practice patients why don't you?" Victor said as he
waved off Yuri's comment from where he was walking.
Yuri scoffed as he was sure to drag his shoes extra heavy against the walkway
if only to exaggerate his annoyance. "Hey, I want to see Buckingham Palace
too," he said after a moment as he took in his surroundings with the camera of
his phone. Every so often he would take a picture of something he thought was
cool: a poster, a building, a person. It didn't matter; it was just a fun
pastime of his whenever he traveled.
"I want to see those guards with the funny hats," he snickered. "That must be
pretty boring to have to stand there all day with thousands of people always
trying to bug you," he said as he flipped through his small collection of
pictures.
"Sure, but I don't think they have to endure it for too long. They change the
guard throughout the day as I recall. We should go visit when they are
scheduled to change; that way you can see them walking around and yelling at
each other if we're lucky," Victor offered helpfully.
"Wa?!" Yuri said with genuine enthusiasm. "Do you suppose they look like toy
soldiers, all stiff leg and everything too?" he snickered as he began to march
forward in mimic of a toy soldier. "Like the soldiers in The Nutcracker?"
Yuuri snickered at that. "Yeah, that's kind of what they are like!"
Yuri cackled in return as he pranced in step to the toy soldier's famous dance
while both Yuuri and Victor began to giggle.
"Yuri was so adorable in that ballet," Victor chortled as he pretended to wipe
a tear from his eye much to Yuri's embarrassment. He had forgotten that Victor
had come to that stupid performance of his. At that time it was just after he
had enrolled on Yakov's team and Victor had wanted to support his newest team
member.
"Eh? Yuri was in The Nutcracker!?" Yuuri breathed with wide eyes, saying his eh
in that weird nasally way that most Japanese people did. "Hmm, let me guess you
were the Mouse King!" he said with a snap of his fingers.
"Do I look like a rat to you?" Yuri scoffed. "Nah. I was only 8 when I did that
ballet. I was one of Mother Ginger's children. You know the little kids with
the rosy cheeks," he said as he spun on point and began to walk backwards.
"Though if I ever do it again as an adult I want to try for the lead. I'd like
to be the Prince," he said.
"If you stay as small as you are you might have to be Clara!" Victor snickered
as he held his hand just above Yuri's head to add injury to his insult.
"Oh! I'll be your prince!" Yuuri said as he leapt forward and grabbed for
Yuri's hands. "Minako Senpai had me be the prince when I was little. I still
remember!" he said as he playfully danced with Yuri.
"Well okay, maybe being Clara won't be so bad if you're my prince," Yuri
mumbled as he held onto Yuri and danced with in return, standing on tiptoes as
best he could with his street shoes on. What a sight they must have been! It
felt good, though, to hold Yuuri's hand like that and dance with him
carelessly.
He laughed as Victor puffed in the cold from behind, looking like the
caterpillar from Alice in Wonderland when he got mad just before he turned into
the butterfly. "Then who am I going to be?" he said while pretending to be
angry.
"You can be the Mouse King!" both Yuri's exclaimed at once before they leapt
away so Victor could not catch them and make them pay for equating him to the
dreaded mouse character, the one that had to wear the ugliest costume!
"Well!" Victor puffed. "I'd be a good Mouse King! Because I'm jealous! That's
right. I want Clara all for myself, mwaha!" he said as he began to trot forward
forebodingly. "No fair Yuuri, I want to dance with Yurio too!"
"Ugh, don't call me that!" Yuri complained as Yuuri dropped their dancing
movements but still walked with their hands intertwined nonchalantly. It was so
casual yet it meant everything to the confused little teen.
"Then Yura!" Victor said as he winked.
Yuri blushed and hid his flustered expression behind his bangs, quickly looking
away as he slid his fingers from out of Yuuri's hand. "Uh," was all he could
think to do to reply. He liked how it sounded.
"You're sure you don't want to go to any museums? I want to go to the National
Gallery. It's right there in Trafalgar," Victor said as he wrapped his arms
around Yuri and nuzzled his cheek. "I like the paintings they have in there. So
pretty."
"Ugh, get off of me," Yuri complained meekly though he really wasn't minding at
all that Victor was hanging all over him. "Fine; whatever. We can do what you
want after we take pictures of the lions. I thought you said today was supposed
to be about me, though," he muttered with a roll of his eyes. Again, he wasn't
really putting his heart into complaining because he didn't mind as long as
Victor was happy. He smiled quickly before he slid out from the other's arm and
trotted along ahead just as they neared the main road from which they could see
the famous statues in the square off in the distance.
Taking pictures wasn't a very long event. A few stupid selfies and one group
photo taken by some kindly tourist. He was amazed at how big the lions were. He
marveled at them with wide eyes. "Wow! So cool," he said as he made a rawr face
in one of his selfies with the ferocious statue snarling in the background.
#feelslikehome #londonlife.
It was still too early to go snacking at the cafe that he wanted to go to.
Going to the museum probably would be the best way to work up an appetite so
along he went, toting behind Victor who was talking about showing him all of
his favorite pieces.
"Ugh; we're going to be here forever," Yuri pretended to complain as Yuuri took
up the space behind him and began to push on him so that he would trot a little
faster to keep up with Victor's swift gate up the steps and into the museum.
"Katsudon, go on without me. I'm not gonna make it," he said as he leaned back
into Yuuri's chest. He smiled again.
"Did I tell you that we missed you, Yurio?" Yuuri chose to say in reply as he
chuckled lightly and gave him an endearing sort of look.
"Did 'ja?" Yuri replied as he looked up at him with some charm of his own.
"Of course we did. It's good to have you back with us again, like we've finally
got our family back together," Yuuri continued with a warm smile.
"Yeah… family."
"Here, here," Victor said as he rushed the two and pushed on them so that they
flopped down onto a bench in one of the halls in front of a fine old painting.
Yuri scrunched up his face and leaned back, splaying his arms out and cocking
his head to one side. "Wow," he said as Victor began pursuing through the
brochure from the museum's entrance, reading over where to go and what wings
held his favorites. "Such painting, many strokes, so art. Wow," his whispered
as Victor shot him a glare.
"You keep your classless internet jokes out of here; this is art, okay, Yuri-
learn something!" he said as he waggled the brochure menacingly.
Yuri snickered as he leaned back a little more, accidentally bumping his
fingers up against Yuuri's in the process. He twitched, but otherwise remained
still. Jerking his hand away would be way too jarring and noticeable, but
keeping his hand there was really uncomfortable while they sat and together
listening to Victor who had begun to read out loud from his pamphlet.
Cautiously; like he had a death wish, Yuri elongated his fingers and grazed
them against the other's. Just a brush at first, a touch of his tips against
Yuuri's smooth skin. He paused, wondering if he dare move more. What was Victor
saying?
It had felt so nice and natural to hold Yuuri's hand before when they were
playing in the streets. Maybe he had been imagining it, but it almost felt
flirtatious back there. He swallowed a thick lump as he rested his pointer
finger atop of Yuuri's ring finger, stroking the gold band he had.
Yep, this was weird. Lets see how fast he can get himself kicked out of their
household. He winced when he felt Yuuri's fingers react to the fairly intimate
touch. They raised away for a moment before they came folding against his,
touching him in return with what seemed like equal intimacy.
Yuri shivered as he bit his lip. He didn't dare look at the other; he was too
afraid to. Instead he stared blankly ahead at the painting, absorbing himself
in it as he interlaced his fingers with Yuuri's and let them fall into place,
locking them together so they could sit there and stroke each other's skin
fondly.
"Hey," it was Victor that was talking. Yuri almost didn't catch it. He snapped
to attention and jerked his hand away from Yuuri's.
"Wha?" he said, afraid that Victor had seen them holding hands.
"Will you two listen. I'm trying to educate you!" Victor sniffed. "Art is a
crucial part to who we are as figure skaters as well," he went on as he patted
his hand against his chest.
"Yes, yes of course, Victor," Yuuri said with a huff of a laugh. He patted his
knees and stood. "Educate away," he said as he made a shooing gesture with his
hands while Yuri followed and stood.
"I'm not complaining," he said with a shrug. "Art is nice I guess."
"Hmf, well onward! This way!" Victor said as he turned and began to walk past
the paintings, tucking his hands behind his back and observing them as he
strolled along with the two Yuris scuttling on behind.
Yuri was about to shove his hands into his jacket pockets when he felt a warmth
at his fingertips. Seamlessly Yuui's hand was folding into his own, lacing his
fingers and holding onto him with such warmth and seemingly innocent romance.
Yuri shivered, freezing mid step as he gave a side glance of terror to the man
next to him. Yuuri merely smiled as he squeezed his hand and held him ever the
more firmer after kissing the top of his hand with such a gentle brush of his
lips.
Yuri blushed, but did nothing to hide the fact that he liked it. He smiled and
began to walk a little closer, enjoying, for the moment, the feeling of danger
that he could get caught doing something wrong at any moment. It was like a
game they could play now.
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